thanatosDefiant

The Salem Academy of Magical Arts (Harry Potter-Esque)

Dean stood on the platform on his own, his parents had never gone to see him off, so it wasn't as if he had any reason to believe they would do so, now. They were probably discussing something with their cult at the moment, it was a wonder that they still weren't prosecuted for their crimes against muggles!

All he had on him was an enormous traveling bag and a case where 'his' broom was. He hadn't found it necessary to pack much stuff in. Just a bit of clothing--one combination for when he was up and another for when he slept--and a large, black, pointed hat that he thought made him look much taller, even if it was a bit anachronistic. And made him look like a dork. He had also brought a toothbrush, his school-books, and a bottle of shampoo (he had to make some effort to make it seem as if he was going to stop being such a slob). He, naturally, also had his wand with him, which was holstered in his pocket.

He had spent a large portion of his summer practicing his quidditch skills, the other bit was spent reading a large chunk of his new Defense Against the Dark Arts book. He had also been reading an old cookbook he had found, the dishes he saw there looked wonderful! He had practically memorized the content of the pages he had read from both books, now if only his other classes were as interesting...

Although, his poor preparation had come to bit him in the ass! He was shivering because of the cold he was enduring, his nose had already become noticeably red, and he was slightly struggling to breathe through his stuffy nose. For the four years that he attended the school, he had never once bothered to properly preparing himself, he blamed it on his 'chronic laziness disorder'.

He had been receiving some pretty weird looks from some of the people around him, most likely due to his incredibly sloppy appearance. He had already grown accustomed to these looks so there wasn't an ounce of shame in him. Although, he was sure that his older brother had been given very different looks.

His brother was a tall man, about 6'3 in height, and incredibly handsome, not to mention very popular and charismatic. Dean had always thought that he was a bit of an idiot, but he had actually been treated better by his parents than Dean himself was. Mostly because he was planned, while Dean was an accident, not to mention credited to the loss of his mother's figure. Luckily, he was already long gone from the school, he worked somewhere in the government, but Dean didn't really care to find out his position.

Dean had finally entered the train, however, he was struggling to find a seat, and when he did, it was generally with a group of people that he'd rather not speak to. Finally, he had managed to find a carriage that had a fair amount of seats left. He saw two people in there. Ailsa, and Marshall. He didn't know the slightest thing about any of them, but he didn't care, he was getting sore from carrying this stuff. He took his seat in the carriage, mucus now slightly visible from his nose.

The Salem Academy of Magical Arts (Harry Potter-Esque)

Username: ThanatosDefiant
Character Name: Dean Bradley
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dean has very long, untamed hair, his eye color is a very light shade of grey, and he has librarian styled glasses as a result of his terrible eyesight. His robes are incredibly messy, and several food stains can be seen on it. He is unnaturally short for his age, his height being approximately 4 feet and 10 inches long. His skin is slightly pale and his back is always slouched slightly. Dean's teeth have a small, yellow stains on them, caused by his poor personal hygiene.
Personality: Dean has a immature personality, he has no problem speaking his mind, especially when he is angry. He is very passionate when it comes to is interests, although, he tends to space out when he is bored. Dean is also a very fast learner when he actually applies himself, but he shows a great disinterest in the more boring subjects which causes some of his grades to not surpass an Acceptable. However, he has a great need for attention. This stems from the neglect his parents showed him, they were far too busy with their own agendas to pay him much mind. He doesn't discriminate against anyone, no matter how malevolent they may be. As long as he is treated well, he couldn't care less about their past. Dean doesn't believe in telling lies, however, when it suits him, he may omit some details from the truth. He doesn't consider this lying, he thinks of it more as "slightly altering the truth". Quidditch piques his interest, he practices constantly and has shown that he has great potential as a seeker, prodigious amounts, even! Physical appearances are a trivial matter to him, which is why he neglects to exert even the most basic of personal hygiene. Bathing more than once a week is overrated, obviously.
House: Wisteria
Bio: Since his birth, Dean's parents had resolved to spend as little time with him as possible. Being a wealthy pureblood family, they were able to hire a house elf to take care of him for them, even if it was an oddly unenthusiastic one when compared to the more devoted ones, but they thought it was pointless to get a better one for someone they didn't care much for in the first place. The reason for their neglect was quite simple, they had better things to do than take care of a child that they had on accident, anyway. They never made the slightest attempt to hide their blatant hatred towards muggles, had they actually spent time with Dean, he would have hated them as well. They were always committed to taking action against them, even going as far as stirring up trouble for them, in secret and with someone else's wand, of course. This would usually happen when they were in groups, they would never dare attempt such things on their own. Recently, they have been creating a group specifically made to terrorize muggles, which has been quickly recruiting new members.

For the first 10 years of his life, Dean was greeted with mediocre meals that failed to yield any of the nutrients he needed, in order to grow properly. The only escape he had from this evidently poor life, was with quidditch. He loved the sport deeply and would constantly practice with his father's old broom, it wasn't as if there was anyone to stop him! He was thrilled upon his eleventh birthday when the news that he would be able to attend the Salem Academy of Magical Art, arrived. Even with all of his time spent practicing, his life had gotten progressively duller, so a chance to alleviate such boredom was more than welcome.

Skills: Strengths: Amazing quidditch player, fast learner when he applies himself, has unfaltering determination, nimble, and is able to accept anyone regardless of their background.
Weaknesses: Very poor personal hygiene, never hesitates to start a fight with someone he dislikes, often acts on his impulses rather than through clear thinking, immature, insensitive, and at times is arrogant.
Classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Care of Magical Creatures
Charms
History of Magic
Potions
Herbology
Divination
Astronomy
Transfiguration

Wand: Pine, phoenix feather, 10 3/4 inches, surprisingly swishy

Dwarven Turmoil

Interested.

Harry Potter-esque RP?

I'd also be interested.

The Strangest Crossover in the World

Karkat awoke feeling rather confused, at one moment he was being slashed at by a sword, and the next, he was just in some odd forest with no recollection of how he got there to begin with. "WHERE THE FUCK AM I?" he pondered in his typically loud voice. He stood up and looked around at his surroundings.

The Strangest Crossover in the World

Karkat lay dead on the floor, he was recently killed by Jack Noir, because of the foolishness and arrogance of a fellow team member; he had always known that she was a sociopath, but he would never guess that things would go this far. Suddenly, he was transported to some forest still sleeping, if he were to open his eyes it could be easily seen that his eyes had gone completely white.

The Strangest Crossover in the World

Name: Karkat Vantas
Nickname: N/A
Age: 7.4 Solar Sweeps (16 Years)
Gender: Male
Abilities: None
Species: Troll
Appearance(s):
From: Homestuck
Other: He is the Knight of Blood, and a natural leader.

Say would it be all right if I switched characters? I don't think Caliborn could be in the same room as someone without attacking them.

The Strangest Crossover in the World

Name: Caliborn
Nickname: Lord English
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Abilities: N/A (But once he reaches god tier he will have control over time)
Species: Cherub
Appearance(s):
From: Homestuck
Other: Retrieves his items from his sylladex.

Naruto RP : The Rise of te New Generations!

I am interested in this.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Academy

Aloyious did not have much need to unpack his things; seeing as he actually had a small amount of things with him at the moment. Or one thing to be precise. All he had with him at the moment was a purple toothbrush that was safely inside of his pocket. He never really had much stuff as the shop his parents managed only made them enough money to get by each month; they seemed rather content with it though. He had been glad to hear that the robes he would be given were able to stay clean without being washed; he had a very limited wardrobe as well; as all of his clothing was usually bought several times larger than his actual size, as to not spend an unnecessary amount money on stuff that he would outgrow in a few years time. He had observed the room, everything seemed homely he could get used to sleeping here, but now was not really the time to observe everything; he really wanted to get that golden lion. He heard the headmistress explain the monster manual in the PLT; he would have to check that out later. Figuring that there wasn't much he needed to do right now he decided to stood next to Lady Violetta with the others, 'they sure are a colorful lot...' he thinks to himself quietly as he observed Drake and River.