-Karen Antonius -
Karen a pris une gorgée de son thé, savourant le goût profond de la bière pour aller parfaitement avec l'air frais du matin. Elle était depuis 7 heures du matin, pas pour une raison particulière; elle vient de se lever à l'époque et c'était tout. Vu qu'il était impossible de retourner dormir et qu'elle n'avait rien de mieux à faire, elle a pensé qu'un peu de thé le matin ne serait pas un problème. Elle avait utilisé son propre approvisionnement pour éviter d'avoir à descendre dans les cuisines, ce qui aurait été un tracas.
Peu de temps après, d'autres élèves se réveillèrent et se déplaçaient. Certains l'ont remarquée, d'autres pas. Parmi ceux qui l'ont fait, beaucoup ont donné un coup de pouce en se rendant compte qu'elle était là, avant d'essayer de s'éloigner le plus rapidement possible. Karen sourit et retourna agréablement. Ça n'a pas l'air d'aider les nerfs. Yawning, elle a sorti une petite montre de poche de la robe qu'elle portait, et a regardé dessus. Il était presque temps de déjeuner.
« Très bien, » a-t-elle décidé, assis de sa chaise, « Je suppose que c'est mieux d'être parti maintenant. »
Tirant sa baguette d'un étui qui se cachait dans les manches de sa robe, elle les pointait sur l'assiette utilisée, et une tasse de thé. Avec une touche rapide de ses poignets, elle préforma le Switching Spell, et à la place de la vaisselle d'occasion était son foulard rouge, rosaire, et la croix d'or. En ramassant les objets, elle a caché la première dans ses robes tout en portant la seconde autour de son cou. À l'époque, ces deux objets attireraient l'attention de la plupart des étudiants, mais maintenant ils s'y sont habitués. La plupart, de toute façon.
Karen a balancé l'écharpe rouge autour de son cou et plusieurs mâles ont reculé, regardant l'appréhension sur leur visage; ils savaient très bien ce que l'écharpe était capable de faire. Karen a ri à la légère. « Ne vous inquiétez pas, je n'ai rien prévu pour aujourd'hui », a-t-elle dit rassurantement. "Sauf si bien sûr, vous voulez que je fasse des plans pour vous. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. ?"
Sa voix avait pris un ton attrayant, et il aurait certainement été séduisant si elle n'avait pas été pour le sens sous-jacent derrière eux. Les étudiants référencés secouèrent la tête rapidement et s'en allèrent. Karen, toujours souriante, sortit de la salle commune après eux, et fut saluée par un lionceau familier.
-- Bon matin, monsieur Damian, salua Karen avec un léger sourire sur son visage, marchant sur le côté du garçon qui n'était pas occupé par un chaton envahi. "Et à votre compagnon aussi. Comment va votre matinée jusqu'ici?"
Aah, conversation oisive; c'était vraiment le Roi des Activités inégalé quand il s'agissait de passer le temps.


Comme Leo a donné à la fille à deux visages une longue meule de reconnaissance distante, Damian a pris quelques secondes de plus pour tourner la tête vers le bas et l'étudier. Cheveux platine, joli visage... elle était Karen, quelqu'un connu pour pouvoir charmer pratiquement n'importe quel mâle avec ses beaux looks et son personnage angélique. Seulement, il, assez facilement, a vu à travers tout le flirt et la gentillesse. Elle était aussi aiguë qu'un serpent, il savait, et aimait taquiner les autres. Il avait rencontré beaucoup d'une fille comme elle à la maison, et sortait avec quelques-uns aussi. Il ne s'intéressait pas à un autre. Buuut, elle était une bonne compagnie, même s'il n'aimait pas la compagnie elle-même, et donc il n'a pas essayé de la fuir. Au contraire, il renifla et retourna la tête vers le couloir d'étirement.
"Nom de Damian. Je vous l'ai déjà dit." Il a répondu froidement, sifflant doucement comme Leo s'était arrêté pour faire la patte aux robes odieux d'un autre élève. Le tigre se mêlait dans l'ennui comme il trottait pour rattraper, et Damian s'y espionnait, l'ennui du petit tigre apparemment croissant au sourire, à en juger par la façon dont il a commencé à faire la patte à la robe de Gryfindor de Damian. L'adolescent l'a ignoré en faveur d'un regard, une fois de plus, sur la fille à côté de lui, alors qu'ils commençaient à se rapprocher du petit déjeuner. "J'ai besoin de quelque chose?" Alors qu'il poussait les grandes portes doubles d'une main, Damian jeta un coup d'œil sur Leo qui réussit à mordre à travers l'ourlet de sa robe et dans le jean dur en dessous. La réaction de la victoire était amusante.
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.