Post by vincentdriscoll on Mar 7, 2009 4:39:55 GMT 1
Introducing...
Name:
Vincent Harvey Driscoll
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Year:
7th years are his favourite - at least he can be sure they‘re legal
Birthplace:
Houston, Texas, USA
Ethnicity:
Caucasian with some Hispanic thrown in there somewhere
Nationality:
Americano, with a little bit of Mexican here and there
Blood:
Muggleborn
Relatives:
Mother: Mary-Ann Driscoll
Father: Nelson Driscoll
Brother: Kyle Driscoll
Pets:
None - Vinnie doesn‘t get on with animals.
Wand Type:
Yew, phoenix feather, 12 inches. This is Vinnie‘s second wand - his first was snapped during a tussle with a certain vampire. This one doesn‘t actually suit him was well, but it‘s attributes are more to his liking - good for attack spells, especially hexes, but pretty much useless at delicate charm work. Or that could just be Vinnie.
His first wand was much more intuitive, good for spells that require thought or concentration - not because Vinnie was good at that sort of thing, but more likely because he needed help with it. The broken up pieces of it can now be found in the handle of his shotgun.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Colour:
Brown in varying shades, depending on what the weather's done to it of late. He often sticks gel in it to keep it out of his eyes - he used to shave it really short, but since becoming a teacher has been told he needs to look more “approachable”
Eye Colour:
Blue-grey
Build:
Pretty well muscled, and Vinnie sure knows how to throw his weight around
Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned and weather-worn.
Height:
6’1
Dress Style:
Vinnie will generally wear whatever he can find that doesn’t smell too bad. He was brought up a muggle, so has always been more comfortable in muggle clothing than wizards robes - plus, robes make it much harder to move around when you‘re trying to kill some undead motherfucker. Jeans, a t-shirt or vest and a leather jacket are his usual attire, and he won‘t go anywhere without a silver crucifix around his neck, for obvious reasons.
Specifics:
aside from his height and muscle build, Vinnie’s many tattoos are a fairly noticeable feature of his. As with wizard paintings, wizard tattoos have no intention of staying still. He has flames running up and down his left arm, starting at a black band round his wrist and a starburst on his chest. His right forarm had a dragon skull pattern, which is the only tattoo that spends most of its time stationary. Across his shoulder blades he has the grim reaper, which does the most moving, though it never actually leaves the top of his back. Underneath that is a shiluette of two trees against a red background, and along his lower back he has a line of script that changes from time to time.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Onmisexual would pretty much cover it. If it‘s got a pulse, Vinnie wants to sleep with it, and if it hasn‘t, well, it depends what kind of mood he‘s in.
Self Image:
Vinnie and introspection don’t get on very well. He‘s a pretty arrogant bastard, but whether that comes from some kind of personal assurance or is just bravado is anyone‘s guess. He doesn‘t really do much self evaluation, although it would be wrong to say he doesn’t think of himself - selfish is one of his many middle names. Sex god is another.
To the Outward Eye:
Vinnie is very good at making an impression, although whether it’s a good one or a bad one really depends on who it is on, and what the circumstance is. He can come across as very arrogant - because he is - but in some situations that’ll come off as confidence rather than cockiness, although there’s a fine line between the two. The first thing people think about him is probably not “professor”, which is, much to his displeasure, what he is. Looking at him in that context, he’d probably look like one of those passionate, radical teachers that change the way you think about a subject, but in truth he couldn’t give a stuff about divination, which would become evident to anyone who spent more than five minutes in one of his lessons. Oh, and then there’s the fact that he’ll hit on you as soon as look at you, so it really depends how kindly you take to that. Over all, people are more likely to come way with a bad first impression of him than a good one.
Social Status:
Vinnie’s a strange one when it comes to the social hierarchy. At school he was one of the popular boys, but that didn’t mean everyone like him, just that he had a circle of friends who classed themselves at the top of the food chain. Being muggle born, it’s surprising Vinnie managed such popularity, but his personality more than made up for it in less-elitist America. These days, he’s more of an outcast, but that’s just because he doesn’t spend a lot of his time socialising. Stick him back in society, and the same kind of thing would probably happen again.
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Skills:
Vinnie has a deadly aim with a shotgun, something he learnt when he was growing up. When he got to school, he found that wands don’t work in quite the same way, but with a few years of practice, he managed to get his spell firing accuracy almost up to the same standard. Of course, when something calls for a delicate flick or the wrist or something similar, Vinnie is pretty hopeless. Oh, and he packs a mean punch, too.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Patronus:
Vinnie’s patronus is a grizzly bear. Powerful, violent and easily angered - pretty much sums Vinnie up. And they’re American, of course.
Boggart:
His mother lieing dead on the floor. Bringing back all the guilt and shame and sorrow of his childhood is one of the most frightening things that could happen to Vinnie.
World Passing By
Subject Taught:
Divination
Teaching Style:
Vinnie‘s teaching style is generally to close his eyes and hope the students go away. He never wanted to be a teacher, and he doesn’t get on with kids - unless they‘re over the age of consent - and actually having to each a class is an absolute nightmare. He‘ll generally get students to read or copy out of the text book in silence, so he can pretend they‘re not there, but on the plus side, he never sets any homework.
Past Grades:
NEWTS:
DADA: E
Potions: P
Charms: T
Transfiguration: P
Care of Magical Creatures: A
History:
Vincent Driscoll was born to Mary-Ann and Nelson Driscoll in Houston, Texas, USA. Neither of his parents were even aware they had any magical blood in them, so the first 11 years of Vinnie’s life was entirely devoid of magic. Three years after he was born, his brother Kyle came along. After Vinnie came to terms with the fact his new little brother wouldn’t be playing games with him until he got a bit older, he began to be very protective over Kyle, and in time, the two of them became very close friends.
Mary-Ann was a strict catholic, and the whole family attended church every Sunday. Vinnie and Kyle were brought up to be god-fearing, and the same message was drummed into their heads over and over again by priests, and even more so by their mother - sex was wrong. God would smite anyone who was promiscuous, especially the homosexuals. The whole process started even before the two of them would have known what the words “sex” or “homosexual” meant, but by the time they did, they sure as hell knew they needed to avoid it.
Their father, on the other hand, was fairly liberal about the subject. He didn’t really say much about it to the boys, preferring to let his wife deal with the salvation of their immortal souls, but he did take them on long hunting trips, which was probably banned by the bible in some way or another. That was how Vinnie learnt to handle a shotgun - even from a young age his father was adamant that it was a skill every boy needed to learn if he was ever to become a man.
Vinnie’s world was completely turned on its head when he received his letter for wizarding school. At first his parents thought it was a hoax, until the ministry official who delivered it gave them a demonstration. Mary-Ann started screaming about demons and Nelson had to almost drag her from the room so that Vinnie could have the whole thing explained to him. He was stunned, to say the least, but was soon captivated by thetrolls idea. Magic was, well, magical, and in a household where the nearest thing they had to magic was the bible, Vinnie jumped at the chance to go to a magical school.
His mother, on the other hand, was far less keen on the idea. She was convinced she’d given birth to the antichrist and spent her time dousing him in holy water at the best of times, and screaming at him when she wasn’t in quite such a good mood - she even tried to get him exorcised at one point. His father protected him from the worst of it, but Vinnie couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done something terribly wrong.
However, that all changed when he finally started school. The place was so wonderful, and different and, you guessed it, magical that he just couldn’t understand why she was so prejudiced against it. He took instantly to firing charms and hexes at things, and, sometimes, at his fellow students, but he never really grasped any of the more delicate spells. The strict religions constraints didn’t take long to melt away, and Vinnie soon fell in with what would be deemed the popular crowd - boys who saw them self as a cut above the rest.
Things took a turn for the worse when he returned home that summer. It came out that one of the priests at his church had been molesting boys there, including his brother Kyle. Vinnie having been away for nearly the entire year meant that he and Kyle hadn’t spoken nearly as much as they used to, and he’d been entirely clueless about the entire thing. He didn’t even fully comprehend what it was that had happened for a while, but he was rapidly approaching his 13th birthday and puberty was well underway and he was beginning to learn what it was like to touch himself. Was that what this priest had done to Kyle and the other boys, touched them like that? Vinnie began to feel jealous of Kyle - he wanted someone to have touched him. It felt so sweet when he did it, but he couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be like if someone else were to. It soon became all he thought about.
Meanwhile, the discovery of what that priest had done had finally pushed his mother over the edge. Losing all sense of her faith, Mary-Ann committed suicide. Vinnie was wracked with guilt - it had to be his fault, he was the devil child, and hadn’t be been warned about sex, and everything that went with it? He’d caused his mothers death, and he knew it.
Things changed, however, when the new autumn term started. He’d stopped touching himself after his mothers death, but somehow when he was away at school, learning about magic, the world was a different place. His mother could fade to the back of his mind for hours on end, and only resurface when he was alone.
Then one night, he caught one of his dorm mates doing exactly what he’d refrained from doing ever since his mother had died. As soon as the other boy realised Vinnie was watching, he became increasable embarrassed, but after a few self-conscious mumblings the two of them ended up next to each other and Vinnie finally found out what it was like to be touched by someone other than himself. In short? Abso-fucking-lutely Amazing. After that, Vinnie’s sexuality really started to expand. He first had sex when he was 15 with a girl named Rosemary in the year above him, and then again with someone called Kathleen about a week later.
It was in the last few weeks of his 7th and final year that the chain of events that lead Vinnie to where he is today was set in motion. Kyle had received his letter, and the two of them were now at school together, as firm friends as they had been when they were children. Vinnie was dithering about what to do when he left school - his grades weren’t going to be great and he had no vocation to speak of. And then his friend Marshal died. Or, more accurately, was killed. Marshal was the boy Vinnie had had that first sexual experience with, and the two of them had been close friends, and occasional fuck buddies, since then. Marshal was killed by a vampire. And instantly, Vinnie knew what he wanted to do - hunt down and kill the motherfucker that had done that to his friend.
Thankfully, Kyle was there to stop him from just going off and doing it. Applying through the proper channels for a position in the Ministry of Magic, Vinnie was soon put on a training course in the Department for the Handling of Non-Wizard Part-Humans. Unfortunately, the department’s definition of “handling” and Vinnie’s differed a fair amount. He managed to pass the training and get a place in department tracking down rogue vampires and bringing them in. When Kyle left school, he followed Vinnie into the department, and it wasn’t long before they were paired together - Kyle was perfect for balancing out Vinnie’s recklessness.
Everything went well after that for a few years - Marshal’s killer was still on the loose, but Vinnie was always on the look out, and in the meantime he was brining other undead motherfuckers to justice. Then Kyle was bitten. They’d been on a routine collection mission, but somehow it’d gone wrong, and Kyle had wound up being a hostage. Vinnie, being the rash idiot he was tried to barge in, just in time to see the vampire sink its fangs into his brother. Kyle survived, but he wasn’t human anymore, and in Vinnie’s eyes, he might as well be dead.
After that, Vinnie pretty much went off the rails. He continued to do his job, despite being told he should take some time off, it just so happened that more often than not, the vampire he was supposed to be brining in ended up dead rather than in custody. When Vinnie broke his wand on one mission and had it made into a shotgun, the department had finally had it. He was sent to the United Kingdom, where they hoped stricter regulations and protocol, as well as further training, might straighten him out.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
Again, Vinnie managed to kowtow enough to keep his job at the outset, but after a while it was clear he was slipping back into his old ways, and the ministry couldn’t have those deaths on their hands. He was given an ultimatum - take another position, somewhere quiet and innocuous, or just leave all together, and, though they didn’t say it, be under ministry surveillance for the rest of his life. Reluctantly, he chose the former - at least he might have a chance at getting back into what he was best at that way - and was told that the position of Divination Professor had recently - and suspiciously, to Vinnie’s mind - become available at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So Vinnie’s back were packed, and he was shipped off to the far north of the country, where he’s been for about two weeks.
Roleplay Sample:
Vincent Driscoll was incredibly hung over. He couldn’t for the life of him remember what he’d been doing the night before, but it had better have been good. He was a fair few galleons lighter, so gambling had probably been involved - when wasn’t it, these days? - and he wasn’t desperately horny, but with his head pounding like that, it wasn’t really very surprising. He vaguely remembered being at Scores, but he had so many vague memories of the place he couldn’t be entirely sure whether that had been last night, or some other time he’d gotten completely fucked on fire whisky.
Either way, he really didn’t want to be teaching a class right then. It was Seventh Years, as well, which meant they’d actually expect something out of him, and he wouldn’t be able to get away with setting them notes to copy from the book. He could make them write an essay, which would get him and hour’s reprieve, but then he’d have to mark it. He had considered calling in sick that morning, but the Nurse was on to him - she’d even started keeping her hangover potion locked away and not letting him have it, bitch - and he didn’t like to think what the Ministry would do if he managed to get himself fired.
At least the divination classroom was dark, he supposed, and the chair he was sat in was comfortable. He hadn’t lit any incense - not that he usually did, but the Seventh Years insisted - which was definitely a plus, and he had a huge glass of water on his desk. The walk up to the room had been dizzying, and he’d almost thrown up twice, but he was there now and with any luck, as long as the students didn’t try anything funny, he’d make it through the day. He got the feeling he might need to go it out on some of the school’s owls later, though whether his pounding head would be able to stand the loud cracks of his shotgun going off was another matter - this day just wasn’t going to get better.
Out of Character
Name:
Malkin
Age:
Eighteen =o
Name of Playby:
Val Kilmer
Other Characters:
Art Brigstocke, Scorpius Malfoy and Tristram Blake [Casey Murphett got eaten by vampires =(]
How you found Hex:
RDJ came to me in a dream and showed me the light
Name:
Vincent Harvey Driscoll
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Year:
7th years are his favourite - at least he can be sure they‘re legal
Birthplace:
Houston, Texas, USA
Ethnicity:
Caucasian with some Hispanic thrown in there somewhere
Nationality:
Americano, with a little bit of Mexican here and there
Blood:
Muggleborn
Relatives:
Mother: Mary-Ann Driscoll
Father: Nelson Driscoll
Brother: Kyle Driscoll
Pets:
None - Vinnie doesn‘t get on with animals.
Wand Type:
Yew, phoenix feather, 12 inches. This is Vinnie‘s second wand - his first was snapped during a tussle with a certain vampire. This one doesn‘t actually suit him was well, but it‘s attributes are more to his liking - good for attack spells, especially hexes, but pretty much useless at delicate charm work. Or that could just be Vinnie.
His first wand was much more intuitive, good for spells that require thought or concentration - not because Vinnie was good at that sort of thing, but more likely because he needed help with it. The broken up pieces of it can now be found in the handle of his shotgun.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Colour:
Brown in varying shades, depending on what the weather's done to it of late. He often sticks gel in it to keep it out of his eyes - he used to shave it really short, but since becoming a teacher has been told he needs to look more “approachable”
Eye Colour:
Blue-grey
Build:
Pretty well muscled, and Vinnie sure knows how to throw his weight around
Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned and weather-worn.
Height:
6’1
Dress Style:
Vinnie will generally wear whatever he can find that doesn’t smell too bad. He was brought up a muggle, so has always been more comfortable in muggle clothing than wizards robes - plus, robes make it much harder to move around when you‘re trying to kill some undead motherfucker. Jeans, a t-shirt or vest and a leather jacket are his usual attire, and he won‘t go anywhere without a silver crucifix around his neck, for obvious reasons.
Specifics:
aside from his height and muscle build, Vinnie’s many tattoos are a fairly noticeable feature of his. As with wizard paintings, wizard tattoos have no intention of staying still. He has flames running up and down his left arm, starting at a black band round his wrist and a starburst on his chest. His right forarm had a dragon skull pattern, which is the only tattoo that spends most of its time stationary. Across his shoulder blades he has the grim reaper, which does the most moving, though it never actually leaves the top of his back. Underneath that is a shiluette of two trees against a red background, and along his lower back he has a line of script that changes from time to time.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Onmisexual would pretty much cover it. If it‘s got a pulse, Vinnie wants to sleep with it, and if it hasn‘t, well, it depends what kind of mood he‘s in.
Self Image:
Vinnie and introspection don’t get on very well. He‘s a pretty arrogant bastard, but whether that comes from some kind of personal assurance or is just bravado is anyone‘s guess. He doesn‘t really do much self evaluation, although it would be wrong to say he doesn’t think of himself - selfish is one of his many middle names. Sex god is another.
To the Outward Eye:
Vinnie is very good at making an impression, although whether it’s a good one or a bad one really depends on who it is on, and what the circumstance is. He can come across as very arrogant - because he is - but in some situations that’ll come off as confidence rather than cockiness, although there’s a fine line between the two. The first thing people think about him is probably not “professor”, which is, much to his displeasure, what he is. Looking at him in that context, he’d probably look like one of those passionate, radical teachers that change the way you think about a subject, but in truth he couldn’t give a stuff about divination, which would become evident to anyone who spent more than five minutes in one of his lessons. Oh, and then there’s the fact that he’ll hit on you as soon as look at you, so it really depends how kindly you take to that. Over all, people are more likely to come way with a bad first impression of him than a good one.
Social Status:
Vinnie’s a strange one when it comes to the social hierarchy. At school he was one of the popular boys, but that didn’t mean everyone like him, just that he had a circle of friends who classed themselves at the top of the food chain. Being muggle born, it’s surprising Vinnie managed such popularity, but his personality more than made up for it in less-elitist America. These days, he’s more of an outcast, but that’s just because he doesn’t spend a lot of his time socialising. Stick him back in society, and the same kind of thing would probably happen again.
Positive Traits:
- Instinctive - Vinnie is much more likely to act on indistinct than according to some rational, thought through plan. Not to be confused with recklessness - Vinnie can be reckless, and often that’s because of his instincts, but there are some things he automatically knows will work or not work, and will act accordingly.
- Efficient - Vinnie will get a job done, one way or another. He may not go about doing it in the most sensible of ways, but nine out of ten times it’ll be done, and pretty quickly, too. There may be a bit of a mess to clean up afterwards, but that’s just how Vinnie rolls.
- Determined - It takes a lot to get Vinnie to give up on something. Even if there’s a temporary distraction or set back, he tends to pursue everything through to its end even if it takes forever. Of course, that can have a negative impact on other things that are going on in his life at the time, but when he’s focused on something, he doesn’t really care
- Resourceful - Vinnie is very good at using his environment to his advantage. Improvised weapons are never more than an arms span away. He has his fair share of “contacts” as well, and knows just when to call in a favour.
- Social - Surprisingly, Vinnie is very good at mixing with people. Naturally, there‘s always an ulterior motive, he‘d never do it just for fun [although he might try and use it to get himself some fun]. As long as people aren‘t put off by the tattoos and his brash mannerisms, he finds he can usually get on quite well with them - on a superficial basis, at least.
Negative Traits:
- Arrogant - Confidence is one thing, but Vinnie pretty much takes it to the extreme. When it comes to fights he’s had and missions he’s been on, he can just about hold back [plus, even wizards have to enforce the Official Secrets Act - they’re part of it], but everything else he will boast about til the cows come home, and probably for several hours after that.
- Impatient - Vinnie is a fundamentally lazy person in. His ideal situation is where he can put in the minimum of effort and get the maximum out of it. Unfortunately, he’s far to keen on getting his own way to just lie around when it doesn’t happen, which has lead to it manifesting itself as impatience, bordering on foul temper at times.
- Undiplomatic - to put it mildly. Vinnie has very little idea of the concept of sensitivity, and probably couldn’t differentiate tact from honesty. To say he “tells it like it is” probably wouldn’t be quite right, he does appreciate that there are some circumstances where he needs to just keep quiet, but when something [or someone] needs doing, there’s no bullshit involved.
- Reckless - Vinnie will often do things without really thinking too much about it. Most of the time he manages to get away with it - opening his mouth at the wrong time in conversation or sliding his hand up someone’s dress usually only gets him into a little bit of trouble [well, comparatively little], but he has been known to go of and do his own thing in dangerous situations. Miraculously, he isn’t dead. Yet.
- Presumptuous - Vinnie isn‘t one for taking things step by step. If there‘s a conclusion to be jumped to, he‘s probably already at it, whether or not there‘s any supporting evidence. Of course, if it later turns out he was entirely wrong, Vinnie won‘t really care.
Skills:
Vinnie has a deadly aim with a shotgun, something he learnt when he was growing up. When he got to school, he found that wands don’t work in quite the same way, but with a few years of practice, he managed to get his spell firing accuracy almost up to the same standard. Of course, when something calls for a delicate flick or the wrist or something similar, Vinnie is pretty hopeless. Oh, and he packs a mean punch, too.
Likes:
- Sex - What’s not to like? To say Vinnie was an addict would probably be fairly accurate.
- Girls - Good for the aforementioned activity
- Guys - Same as girls
- Anything with a pulse - Same as guys and girls
- Some things without a pulse - Same as guys, girls, and things with a pulse. Vinnie’ll try anything once, but he’ll make sure to have his shotgun at the ready, just in case.
- Alcohol - Getting rat-arsed is one of Vinnie’s favourite activities, second only to the one at the top of the list.
- Tobacco - smoking at a lot of the time, although he doesn’t mind chewing it, either. Its good if he needs something to do with his hands or wants to stop himself pounding someone’s head in.
- His shotgun - perhaps his most prised position. He’ll often instinctively grab for that rather than his wand, just because, in his eyes, it’s a more obvious weapon.
Dislikes:
- People who won’t put out - there’s nothing more frustrating than hitting on someone all night then not getting any reward for your effort.
- Vampires - Motherfucking bloodsuckers. They should all die. Again.
- Teaching - Its boring, and he has to be careful about what he says, or at least try to. He wasn’t designed to be a glorified babysitter.
- Playing by the rules - Where’s the fun in that?
- The Ministry of Magic - As far as Vinnie’s concerned, there’re a load of soft touch pencil pushes who need to open their freaking eyes.
- English weather - It’s cold and makes him sneeze.
- His tattoos - One of those things that seemed like a good idea the time. In all honesty, he doesn’t mind the way they look - apart from the grim reaper, who tends to pull faces at people right at the wrong moment - but they’re pretty distinctive, and disguising magical tattoos is a) difficult and b) time consuming [especially when they start squirming]
Patronus:
Vinnie’s patronus is a grizzly bear. Powerful, violent and easily angered - pretty much sums Vinnie up. And they’re American, of course.
Boggart:
His mother lieing dead on the floor. Bringing back all the guilt and shame and sorrow of his childhood is one of the most frightening things that could happen to Vinnie.
World Passing By
Subject Taught:
Divination
Teaching Style:
Vinnie‘s teaching style is generally to close his eyes and hope the students go away. He never wanted to be a teacher, and he doesn’t get on with kids - unless they‘re over the age of consent - and actually having to each a class is an absolute nightmare. He‘ll generally get students to read or copy out of the text book in silence, so he can pretend they‘re not there, but on the plus side, he never sets any homework.
Past Grades:
NEWTS:
DADA: E
Potions: P
Charms: T
Transfiguration: P
Care of Magical Creatures: A
History:
Vincent Driscoll was born to Mary-Ann and Nelson Driscoll in Houston, Texas, USA. Neither of his parents were even aware they had any magical blood in them, so the first 11 years of Vinnie’s life was entirely devoid of magic. Three years after he was born, his brother Kyle came along. After Vinnie came to terms with the fact his new little brother wouldn’t be playing games with him until he got a bit older, he began to be very protective over Kyle, and in time, the two of them became very close friends.
Mary-Ann was a strict catholic, and the whole family attended church every Sunday. Vinnie and Kyle were brought up to be god-fearing, and the same message was drummed into their heads over and over again by priests, and even more so by their mother - sex was wrong. God would smite anyone who was promiscuous, especially the homosexuals. The whole process started even before the two of them would have known what the words “sex” or “homosexual” meant, but by the time they did, they sure as hell knew they needed to avoid it.
Their father, on the other hand, was fairly liberal about the subject. He didn’t really say much about it to the boys, preferring to let his wife deal with the salvation of their immortal souls, but he did take them on long hunting trips, which was probably banned by the bible in some way or another. That was how Vinnie learnt to handle a shotgun - even from a young age his father was adamant that it was a skill every boy needed to learn if he was ever to become a man.
Vinnie’s world was completely turned on its head when he received his letter for wizarding school. At first his parents thought it was a hoax, until the ministry official who delivered it gave them a demonstration. Mary-Ann started screaming about demons and Nelson had to almost drag her from the room so that Vinnie could have the whole thing explained to him. He was stunned, to say the least, but was soon captivated by the
His mother, on the other hand, was far less keen on the idea. She was convinced she’d given birth to the antichrist and spent her time dousing him in holy water at the best of times, and screaming at him when she wasn’t in quite such a good mood - she even tried to get him exorcised at one point. His father protected him from the worst of it, but Vinnie couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done something terribly wrong.
However, that all changed when he finally started school. The place was so wonderful, and different and, you guessed it, magical that he just couldn’t understand why she was so prejudiced against it. He took instantly to firing charms and hexes at things, and, sometimes, at his fellow students, but he never really grasped any of the more delicate spells. The strict religions constraints didn’t take long to melt away, and Vinnie soon fell in with what would be deemed the popular crowd - boys who saw them self as a cut above the rest.
Things took a turn for the worse when he returned home that summer. It came out that one of the priests at his church had been molesting boys there, including his brother Kyle. Vinnie having been away for nearly the entire year meant that he and Kyle hadn’t spoken nearly as much as they used to, and he’d been entirely clueless about the entire thing. He didn’t even fully comprehend what it was that had happened for a while, but he was rapidly approaching his 13th birthday and puberty was well underway and he was beginning to learn what it was like to touch himself. Was that what this priest had done to Kyle and the other boys, touched them like that? Vinnie began to feel jealous of Kyle - he wanted someone to have touched him. It felt so sweet when he did it, but he couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be like if someone else were to. It soon became all he thought about.
Meanwhile, the discovery of what that priest had done had finally pushed his mother over the edge. Losing all sense of her faith, Mary-Ann committed suicide. Vinnie was wracked with guilt - it had to be his fault, he was the devil child, and hadn’t be been warned about sex, and everything that went with it? He’d caused his mothers death, and he knew it.
Things changed, however, when the new autumn term started. He’d stopped touching himself after his mothers death, but somehow when he was away at school, learning about magic, the world was a different place. His mother could fade to the back of his mind for hours on end, and only resurface when he was alone.
Then one night, he caught one of his dorm mates doing exactly what he’d refrained from doing ever since his mother had died. As soon as the other boy realised Vinnie was watching, he became increasable embarrassed, but after a few self-conscious mumblings the two of them ended up next to each other and Vinnie finally found out what it was like to be touched by someone other than himself. In short? Abso-fucking-lutely Amazing. After that, Vinnie’s sexuality really started to expand. He first had sex when he was 15 with a girl named Rosemary in the year above him, and then again with someone called Kathleen about a week later.
It was in the last few weeks of his 7th and final year that the chain of events that lead Vinnie to where he is today was set in motion. Kyle had received his letter, and the two of them were now at school together, as firm friends as they had been when they were children. Vinnie was dithering about what to do when he left school - his grades weren’t going to be great and he had no vocation to speak of. And then his friend Marshal died. Or, more accurately, was killed. Marshal was the boy Vinnie had had that first sexual experience with, and the two of them had been close friends, and occasional fuck buddies, since then. Marshal was killed by a vampire. And instantly, Vinnie knew what he wanted to do - hunt down and kill the motherfucker that had done that to his friend.
Thankfully, Kyle was there to stop him from just going off and doing it. Applying through the proper channels for a position in the Ministry of Magic, Vinnie was soon put on a training course in the Department for the Handling of Non-Wizard Part-Humans. Unfortunately, the department’s definition of “handling” and Vinnie’s differed a fair amount. He managed to pass the training and get a place in department tracking down rogue vampires and bringing them in. When Kyle left school, he followed Vinnie into the department, and it wasn’t long before they were paired together - Kyle was perfect for balancing out Vinnie’s recklessness.
Everything went well after that for a few years - Marshal’s killer was still on the loose, but Vinnie was always on the look out, and in the meantime he was brining other undead motherfuckers to justice. Then Kyle was bitten. They’d been on a routine collection mission, but somehow it’d gone wrong, and Kyle had wound up being a hostage. Vinnie, being the rash idiot he was tried to barge in, just in time to see the vampire sink its fangs into his brother. Kyle survived, but he wasn’t human anymore, and in Vinnie’s eyes, he might as well be dead.
After that, Vinnie pretty much went off the rails. He continued to do his job, despite being told he should take some time off, it just so happened that more often than not, the vampire he was supposed to be brining in ended up dead rather than in custody. When Vinnie broke his wand on one mission and had it made into a shotgun, the department had finally had it. He was sent to the United Kingdom, where they hoped stricter regulations and protocol, as well as further training, might straighten him out.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
Again, Vinnie managed to kowtow enough to keep his job at the outset, but after a while it was clear he was slipping back into his old ways, and the ministry couldn’t have those deaths on their hands. He was given an ultimatum - take another position, somewhere quiet and innocuous, or just leave all together, and, though they didn’t say it, be under ministry surveillance for the rest of his life. Reluctantly, he chose the former - at least he might have a chance at getting back into what he was best at that way - and was told that the position of Divination Professor had recently - and suspiciously, to Vinnie’s mind - become available at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So Vinnie’s back were packed, and he was shipped off to the far north of the country, where he’s been for about two weeks.
Roleplay Sample:
Vincent Driscoll was incredibly hung over. He couldn’t for the life of him remember what he’d been doing the night before, but it had better have been good. He was a fair few galleons lighter, so gambling had probably been involved - when wasn’t it, these days? - and he wasn’t desperately horny, but with his head pounding like that, it wasn’t really very surprising. He vaguely remembered being at Scores, but he had so many vague memories of the place he couldn’t be entirely sure whether that had been last night, or some other time he’d gotten completely fucked on fire whisky.
Either way, he really didn’t want to be teaching a class right then. It was Seventh Years, as well, which meant they’d actually expect something out of him, and he wouldn’t be able to get away with setting them notes to copy from the book. He could make them write an essay, which would get him and hour’s reprieve, but then he’d have to mark it. He had considered calling in sick that morning, but the Nurse was on to him - she’d even started keeping her hangover potion locked away and not letting him have it, bitch - and he didn’t like to think what the Ministry would do if he managed to get himself fired.
At least the divination classroom was dark, he supposed, and the chair he was sat in was comfortable. He hadn’t lit any incense - not that he usually did, but the Seventh Years insisted - which was definitely a plus, and he had a huge glass of water on his desk. The walk up to the room had been dizzying, and he’d almost thrown up twice, but he was there now and with any luck, as long as the students didn’t try anything funny, he’d make it through the day. He got the feeling he might need to go it out on some of the school’s owls later, though whether his pounding head would be able to stand the loud cracks of his shotgun going off was another matter - this day just wasn’t going to get better.
Out of Character
Name:
Malkin
Age:
Eighteen =o
Name of Playby:
Val Kilmer
Other Characters:
Art Brigstocke, Scorpius Malfoy and Tristram Blake [Casey Murphett got eaten by vampires =(]
How you found Hex:
RDJ came to me in a dream and showed me the light
