-Karen Antonius -
Karen riait encore, juste un peu plus fort cette fois, mais toujours pas très fort selon les normes de la plupart des gens. La blonde prit place à côté de Damian, traversa ses jambes sous la table, plaça la tête sur sa main et le regarda avec un léger amusement. Vraiment, il était si dur, mais néanmoins il avait ses bons points - il lui répondait, même si c'était par fierté. Cela, et il était plutôt adorable à regarder pendant qu'il regardait tout orgueilleux, même si il a fallu tant d'efforts pour lui poser une question aussi simple.
"Vous êtes l'homme embarrassant, n'est-ce pas? Il n'y a pas besoin d'être si raide avec moi, Damian; je ne mords pas. Je dois dire que vous êtes plutôt mignon quand vous essayez si fort », a-t-elle dit, des doigts élancés jouant avec une mèche de cheveux tout en le regardant. « Cela dit, ma journée va plutôt bien jusqu'ici. Un peu de thé le matin, de l'air frais le matin, et quelqu'un à qui parler. C'est un bon début, si je le dis moi-même.
-- Maintenant, je suppose que c'est à mon tour de demander: Qu'est-ce qui a fait ton jour 'bien', Damian? elle a demandé. "La plupart des gens ne se réveillent pas trop tôt, donc leurs raisons sont plutôt lugubres, donc je suis plutôt intéressé par ce qui constitue un bon matin pour vous."


Damian s'appuya sur son siège, pliant les bras et regardant de l'autre côté de la table la fille. Leo sauta sur la table du dîner, et le sourcil de Damian secoua légèrement, tandis que le lion surdimensionné clouait un morceau de bacon sur ses griffes et qu'il sautait par-dessus l'assiette, pour tomber en première face dans la nourriture d'une troisième année. "Exercice et douche chaude." Il a dit simplement, les yeux se rétrécissant comme il se penchait vers l'avant. Leo a essayé de s'éloigner du chemin, mais les mains du Sourcier étaient trop rapides, même pour la plupart des joueurs adultes. Dans un flou, le bacon du lion était dans l'oreille, et Damian l'a cassé avec un rapide jab, mordant brutalement dans le morceau de nourriture et regardant autour, juste pour voir un flash de Nick aller vers une autre foule. "C'est cet idiot." Damian grondait, s'emparant d'une vigne de raisins du plateau de fruits. Une douzaine de fois sur sa paume calleuse, il commença à les enfiler vers le visage de Nick, chacun rencontrant leur marque avec des « paillettes » mouillées sur le front du garçon.
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.