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If we start to get a small thing rolling then I'll hop in as well

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Talon Vynn

Full Name: Talon Magnus Vynn

Nicknames: None, as of yet

Appearance:

Blood: Half-blood

Date of Birth: 03/03/2005

Family:

Mother: Christeen Lane Vynn. A 32 year old office worker/ pretend muggle. She had decided to live a much slower life and had settled down with Talon's father, Carl. She had found a certain charm in the simple life muggles lead, and fell in love with it wholeheartedly. The problem was that she had seen the small signs that Talon would be magically inclined but she had never told either Talon or Carl about the wizarding world... this would be an interesting point in her life for sure. She was the kind of person that had something of a problem with words and her love for her family seemed to be the only thing she didn't have a hard time expressing.

Father: Carl Richard Vynn. A 36 year old machinist and heavy equipment operator. A physically imposing but otherwise, kind man. He was the rock of the small family and as long as they knew he was okay, they would be okay. Of course, his world was about to be turned violently upside down and he was soon to learn of a world far different from his own.

Aunt: Misty Kiln Circle. Most of Christeen's family had let their family communication fall to the wayside when she had chosen to live in the muggle world. She didn't often mind too much as it was a situation she really didn't want to explain. Her sister, on the other hand, would have nothing of it, and visited regularly. She was eccentric, actually eccentric might give the word a bad name. She was practically insane, or that's how most saw her. He was hyper kinetic and spoke in a high squeaky voice that would make even the most deaf among dogs turn their heads. She adored Talon and would bring him gifts when ever she visited, most of which his mother would have to confiscate due to their magical nature.

Personality: Talon is that kind of a kid you can count on to come and play on your team. If there's a challenge or some kind of competition involved then you'll find him betwixt it with a look of laser focused determination on his face. He's also that kid that won't leave any friend behind, it's not a win to him if not everyone gets to finish. He cuts through tension with comedy, or tries, and he enjoys being goofy just ever so slightly more then he does good competition. On the downside, he has trouble seeing when someone is obviously tricking him and he has a hard time relating with people that can't see the brighter side of things; not that it ever stops him from trying.

History:Talon lived an ordinary life in an average house. He went to school every day as he was supposed to and turned in all of his homework on time. He played baseball in spring and hockey in the winter. He was the kind of kid that needed to keep busy. When he was left stagnant he felt... out of place. Sure, it was great helping his team win a game, and help keep their spirits up when they lost but he couldn't help but feel like there was something... more. Like HE was supposed to be doing something more. He had started to get the feeling when he had started spending more time with his Aunt Misty. The way she talked to him, even though he was just some kid, made him feel like he was meant for something more. Plus some really strange things had been happening around him... stuff he couldn't explain. Things that couldn't be explained. All of this was very odd but it didn't scare him, it excited him. He wanted so badly for something out of the ordinary to happen and he had no idea that his wish would be granted on a scale that he could have never imagined.

Pet: No pets, though Talon is really fond of animals.

Hogwarts

Talon Vynn

Full Name: Talon Magnus Vynn

Nicknames: None, as of yet

Appearance:

Blood: Half-blood

Date of Birth: 03/03/2005

Family:

Mother: Christeen Lane Vynn. A 32 year old office worker/ pretend muggle. She had decided to live a much slower life and had settled down with Talon's father, Carl. She had found a certain charm in the simple life muggles lead, and fell in love with it wholeheartedly. The problem was that she had seen the small signs that Talon would be magically inclined but she had never told either Talon or Carl about the wizarding world... this would be an interesting point in her life for sure. She was the kind of person that had something of a problem with words and her love for her family seemed to be the only thing she didn't have a hard time expressing.

Father: Carl Richard Vynn. A 36 year old machinist and heavy equipment operator. A physically imposing but otherwise, kind man. He was the rock of the small family and as long as they knew he was okay, they would be okay. Of course, his world was about to be turned violently upside down and he was soon to learn of a world far different from his own.

Aunt: Misty Kiln Circle. Most of Christeen's family had let their family communication fall to the wayside when she had chosen to live in the muggle world. She didn't often mind too much as it was a situation she really didn't want to explain. Her sister, on the other hand, would have nothing of it, and visited regularly. She was eccentric, actually eccentric might give the word a bad name. She was practically insane, or that's how most saw her. He was hyper kinetic and spoke in a high squeaky voice that would make even the most deaf among dogs turn their heads. She adored Talon and would bring him gifts when ever she visited, most of which his mother would have to confiscate due to their magical nature.

Personality: Talon is that kind of a kid you can count on to come and play on your team. If there's a challenge or some kind of competition involved then you'll find him betwixt it with a look of laser focused determination on his face. He's also that kid that won't leave any friend behind, it's not a win to him if not everyone gets to finish. He cuts through tension with comedy, or tries, and he enjoys being goofy just ever so slightly more then he does good competition. On the downside, he has trouble seeing when someone is obviously tricking him and he has a hard time relating with people that can't see the brighter side of things; not that it ever stops him from trying.

History:Talon lived an ordinary life in an average house. He went to school every day as he was supposed to and turned in all of his homework on time. He played baseball in spring and hockey in the winter. He was the kind of kid that needed to keep busy. When he was left stagnant he felt... out of place. Sure, it was great helping his team win a game, and help keep their spirits up when they lost but he couldn't help but feel like there was something... more. Like HE was supposed to be doing something more. He had started to get the feeling when he had started spending more time with his Aunt Misty. The way she talked to him, even though he was just some kid, made him feel like he was meant for something more. Plus some really strange things had been happening around him... stuff he couldn't explain. Things that couldn't be explained. All of this was very odd but it didn't scare him, it excited him. He wanted so badly for something out of the ordinary to happen and he had no idea that his wish would be granted on a scale that he could have never imagined.

Pet: No pets, though Talon is really fond of animals.

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I'm in for sure :3

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@Dragonbud Talon: huh, what?

Mother of god, @Saarebas Is your avatar a Fables comic book cover?!?!?!?

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Hah! @Mordon I feel like Talon needs to interject somthing.... Hmmmm

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FREEEEDOM!!!

@Saarebas Twas your blessings that held me through! Thank you, good ser

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@T Risket@Dragonbud@Saarebas@Eisenhorn

Stuck at work.... pray for me QQ

Edit: Driving, bargaining, grilling, drinking and chilling all sound far, far better.

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Woot! Hopefully that works!

@T Risket Waiting in earnest!

@Dragonbud I didn't know if you would post while I was typing so I didn't bother your character :3

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Patience, Patience, Patience.

That was his mantra, at least since he had left on his next adventure, and he had held it in his minds eye for what seemed like a long time now. BUT! He had been as patient as a stone, as patient as three stones and he had grown quite tired off it. Thankfully, as his calm had begun to shatter, the camp had come into view. It was unlike anything he had beheld before and an odd chill ran up his spine.

This is for true...

Part of him had used the handbill as an excuse to make a small adventure away from the outskirts of Brecilian woods. He hadn't really given any REAL thought to what he might be getting himself into, in some small part, he wasn't sure if it was actually true. The sight of the immense camp had dashed what ever doubts or misconceptions he may have had to flinders. IT was real, IT was war, IT was many dead, IT was many dying, and many upon many in danger. He steeled his resolve, and made the rest of his way to the camp among the quickest of his land traveled. Now was, most assuredly, not the time to dally. He was needed, even if it was in a small facet. All the wandering, learning and training he had gone through would amount to something, anything.

As he approached an entrance of the camp he flashed the handbill to the first human that would look in his direction. They shooed him off towards, what Talon assumed was, the direction of the gathering spot. The behavior he was encountering from the guards was a bit off putting but, to them, he likely looked like some lithe moron looking for a quick way to fill a grave. It was unlikely that they could tell he was of elven kind, as he kept his hood up and was not currently dressed like anything the average soldier would imagine an elf wearing. He shrugged it off, he hadn't come to be treated any special way anyways. He just imagined... something else?

What COULD I have possibly thought to be treated as...?

This thought, and this thought alone, occupied his mind as he made his way through the labyrinthine cluster of tents that preluded the meeting spot. It wasn't his fault he hadn't been more in touch with his elven roots. He had been taken away from all of that at such a young age and he hadn't been reintroduced into it until just a year or so ago. No one had ever taught him how to “Elf”. An annoyed scowl had his faced screwed up by the time he had finally reached his future comrades. He was far too deep in the ramblings of his own mindset to make any such off hand comment on their ragtaggery, which he most definitely would have liked to, and instead held the bill out in the air in front of himself as he stood on the outer rim of the group. The darkspawn, the war, and the meeting had all been put on the back burner of his mind as he debated within himself how much of an elf he truly was.