-Karen Antonius -
Karen riait à la légère, prenant de petits pas gracieux tout en gardant le rythme avec Damian. -- Ai-je besoin d'une raison pour parler à quelqu'un? répondu Karen. La blonde a pris une grande foulée et s'est placée devant Damian, un sourire détendue sur son visage. « Eh bien, je suppose que ma raison de parler avec vous serait de socialiser, mais parler est un acte de socialisation en soi; si nous devions obtenir pédant, alors je suppose que ce que j'avais besoin de vous était quelqu'un avec qui discuter indifféremment. Il n'y a rien de mal à ça, j'espère? »
Puis encore une fois, peut-être Damian n'a pas fait pour la bonne compagnie si on voulait parler. Karen, la fille perspicace qu'elle était, sentait qu'il n'était jamais détendu que lorsqu'il travaillait seul ou autrement avec son ami; Nick, n'est-ce pas? Damian avait une personnalité assez rugueuse, selon Karen, mais il semblait aussi que cette rugosité était un front - une image à cacher derrière. Pour Karen, c'était l'un des nombreux gens qui cachaient quelque chose derrière une personnalité. Dans la plupart des cas, il s'agissait généralement d'une douleur.
"Oh bien, peu importe. Les choses arriveront à leur rythme, donc pour l'instant, je vais simplement lui parler. »
Karen a fait un petit tour et a affronté Damian, le regardant avec ce sourire léger encore sur son visage. -- Alors maintenant que j'ai dit ma raison de m'approcher de vous, permettez-moi de demander à nouveau, si vous me permettez de me répéter: Comment va votre matin?


Damian s'arrêta dans ses marches, un sourcil secouant l'humeur accablante de la fille devant lui. Il n'était pas le meilleur avec les gens joyeux... ils avaient tendance à l'ennuyer. Mais elle ne le dérangeait pas trop, et elle n'avait posé qu'une simple question. Pourquoi ne pas lui répondre? "... très bien." Voilà, il l'a fait. Mais...pride ne la laisserait pas être la seule à poser une question. Il a continué à marcher vers la table Gryfindor, ignorant les regards des autres étudiants alors qu'il s'asseyait et regardait vers Karen. "Comment s'est passé... ton... jour?" Il n'était évidemment pas très à l'aise de demander de telles plaisanteries, mais il ne se faisait pas un-uped par cette femme sournoise.
Name: Damian 'Ian' Jackdaw
Appearance:
Age: 17
Year: Sixth
Classes:
Transfiguration
Potions
Charms
Defense Against the Dark Arts
Alchemy
Study of Ancient Runes
Care of Magical Creatures
House: Gryffindor
Short bio: Damian was born in America, a half-blooded boy raised in a bad neighborhood, somewhere between the borders of Texas and Arkansas. His father was a magical wizard - a former Auror, to be more specific, while his mother was a simple muggle housewife. Life growing up wasn't easy. He was often picked on at school, for no reason other than the fact that the bullies were idiots, and quickly learned to fight with his fists, feet, head, elbows, knees...practically everything. Magic didn't really interest him, but when he tried, he got his first spell done correctly, marking him as a naturally talented wizard - much to his stoicness, and his father's happiness.
However, Damian was busy with MMA and Boxing lessons - even at a young age, he was taught beginner stuff, but, at the age of ten, something happened...even he couldn't help. His father was gone on some Britian wizarding business, and an infamous gang in their neighborhood crashed the party. Long story short, unthinkable things were done to his mother while he was on the floor, half-knocked out and bleeding from fractures and broken bones...in the end, his mother was killed.
It was abrupt, insane, and brutal...but it happened. This marked the start. When his dad came, Damian was sent to Britain - as an American Exchange Student, to go to Hogwarts. Apparently, that's why his dad left. His dad became distant after that, and they never really talked much. Damian continued to take MMA and boxing lessons, and practiced magic so that, when his fists couldn't do the talking, curses could. He promised that he would never let anything like that happen to anyone close to him again.
Personality: Damian can come off as a rough, unfeeling boy, having suffered quite a bit of sad events in his life, early on. This gives him a tough outer-shell. He's independent, not easily making emotional connections, but this has also made him focused, brave, and determined - while also being protective of the friends he has. It's rather easy for him to get annoyed, but rather than throwing a hissy fit, he tends to either act violent, or put the anger into training. This makes him rather ambitious, which is why, combined with his quick-thinking and reflexes, makes him ingenious in stressful situations.
It's easy for others to get intimidated by the American, especially due to his calloused demeanor and blunt ways of getting things straight, and he will not take any crap from anyone. Despite all of his callousness, however, Damian is inwardly kind towards the 'nicer' people, and will help when he sees bad things happening to good or semi-good people. The kindness is gruff as if he's reluctant to show compassion. He can also be cheerful when either drunk, or happy about some success - successful pranks, for instance. Tends to smirk when things go his way, as well. Is rather quiet, all things considered, but absolutely has no trouble speaking up when he feels like it, although he tends to let his fists or wand do the talking when necessary. Actions speak louder than words.
Summary - Focused, determined, brave, quick-thinker, tough & calloused, ambitious. Maintains a cool, detached image. Oddly enough, he is very much like a lion...or a griffin.
Wand: Fir wood wand, Dragon Heartstring core, 12 1/2 inches.
Hobbies: Flying on his broom - Quidditch, to be more specific. He's incredibly good as a Seeker, and has been scouted by official wizarding teams ever since his third year. || Practicing the more practical magic arts, and perfecting them; Most are afraid to duel with the brusque American...his over-charged Reductos are very scary. || Exercising, something most wizards don't do. Magic is fine and all, but lifting weights and sprinting up hills tends to get the blood flowing.
Pets: A magical lion cub called 'Leo'. It has the physical appearance of a regular lion cub, but as it grows - which it does a bit faster than normal, it's size will become noticeably larger than any other muggle lions. It's hide will also be magic resistant as it grows.
Personal possessions: Other than the necessary thing, such as his necessary robes and school supplies, depending on the time of the RP, Damian has his personal riding broom, bought after quite a bit of hard work, and some funding from his parents, along with the sponsorship of a Wizarding Quidditch Team that wants to see him succeed; he has the Firebolt Supreme, hailed as the greatest racing broom in the 21st century. Hehas some less than legal items, easily disguised. For instance, the ring on his left and right hands will actually turn into brass-knuckles once a sliver of magic is siphoned into them. He also has a map, which was, once again, funded by a bunch of hard work and odd jobs; a map enchanted by some guy in France, which allows him to see the presence of anyone within a certain distance around him, along with their names.
He also has a few muggle-fied things; a motorcycle, tricked out with different runes and charms so that it could...yes, fly.  A set of muggle clothing that he wears when not forced to wear robes, and boxing gloves, boxing tape, a weight set, and a heavy-duty punching bag that's charmed to never break or rip. He keeps the boxing equipment constantly in his shrunken trunk, unless he trains that day.
Patronus: Griffin
Relationships: Nicholas 'Nick' Gregory Hornhill - Despite their minor differences, with Damian being a bit more cold, focused, and ruthless than Nick, and Nick being a bit more wreckless, inquisitive, and persistent, they quickly became friends - with Nicholas really being one of the few people Damian talks to out of the Quidditch field. Damian's quick-thinking and ferocious presence has gotten them out of quite a few bad situations, and Nicholas is the one to make them go through the bad situations, with his love for pranks and the such - which, although he wouldn't admit it, has rubbed off on Damian as well. People have learned not to bully or otherwise mess with Nicholas due to the threat of Damian finding out - not to say that many people bothered Nick in the first place.. 
NPCs: His dad.
Why am I awesome?
'Cause.