Post by gabriel on Sept 5, 2009 20:24:20 GMT 1
Gabriel Evan Davies
Seventeen, Male, Straight, Half-blood, Student
Seventeen, Male, Straight, Half-blood, Student
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Height: 6'1"
Build: Lean muscular build; sinewy. He works out often, as well practices Quidditch as much as he gets the chance.
Wand: A sturdy 10 3/4 Rowan wand which is said to enhance originality, progressiveness, clairvoyant ability, and empathy. It is especially suited for magic giving form and order, ritual growth, protection, and geomancy. Rowan gives a definite boost to Charms and Transfiguration, but is one of the most willing and reliable all-around wandwoods. It was commonly used for a bow-making wood, and carries this significance into being a good dueling wood. Its core is of Dragon heartstring which gives it the extra 'heft' it needs for good protection spells.
Unfortunately this mix of wood and core tend to make for a very temperamental wand. Seeming to have a mind of its own, if it doesn’t think Gabriel is using the appropriate spell; it will do something completely different or, do nothing at all.
It oft will misfire when it comes to 'wet' spells too. Don't try to use it to put out a fire. A mere dribble is all you'll get!
Patronus: The jaguar; which is a beast that is agile and fast, clever and strong; and suits Gabriel well.
The memory which produces his Patronus is the first time he scored playing Quidditch.
Boggart: A werewolf. When he was young his mum was nearly killed by one. He threw himself between them, and was scared across his left bicep. He might have been killed had it not been for the call of the wolf's pack signaling him.
Dementor: The death of his family by way of werewolves.
Amortentia: cut grass, strawberries, baked goods, vanilla.
Nicknames: People have called him Gabe, but he doesn't truly like it.
Clothing Style: Gabriel wears what ever fits, and is comfortable. He will mostly be found in uniform, just for the ease, but when the situation calls for more casual attire, he will wear comfy jeans, tee-shirts, boots and the like.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
Siblings: Liam and Emma Davies (twins-- 11)
Relatives:
Other Important Figures:the captian of his favorite Quidditch team,(the Heidelburg Harriers) Darren O'Hare
Pets: A black owl named Raven whom he's had since his first year at Hogwarts
Pensieve: Gabriel’s parents were the two most different people you would ever expect to be together. Mary was a muggle kindergarten teacher knew nothing of magic until a reckless group of Deatheaters put her safety in jeopardy; Thomas was an auror sent to capture the assembly, and saw in Mary the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
After capturing the dark wizards and sending them to Azkiban, Tom sought her out and despite their differences, they eventually fell in love.
This is how a muggle and a wizard came to come together and have their first child, Gabriel Evan Davies.
As soon as Gabriel was born Mary gave up teaching to stay home with her son to raise him in the best possible way, which included a magical and non-magical life.
Gabriel was a very loved and happy child; smart from the moment he could speak and naturally talented in the ways of wizardry.
Much to the pleasure of his father; the boy was as strong as he was clever and quick, and he hoped one day his son would follow in his footsteps as an Auror.
By the time Gabriel started Hogwarts the boy was well rounded in all aspects of his life, though through the years his family had begun to move away from muggle ways.
He has two younger siblings; the twins Emma and Ian, who looked up to their brother as if he was a hero.
Gabriel tried to live up to the part as much as he could; making top marks at school as well as excelling in sports and even going as far as putting himself between his mother and a werewolf when the creature happened upon them during a family outing.
In school he does well; keeping his head down and staying out of trouble, except on occasion when he finds himself challenged to prove his bravery, which may include an outing to the Shrieking Shack or the Forbidden forest; one of his favorite places to go when he seeks solitude.
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
- Quidditch
- Muggle horror movies (his mothers favorite too!)
- D.A.T.D.A
- Quiet
- Music
- Flying as fast and as high as he can
Dislikes:
- Werewolves
- feeling out of control
- Divinations; he doesn't believe in fate, he thinks you make your own future
- Disorganization
- Dark magic
- Bubbly, pushy, air-headed girls
- Dancing. He can't do it well, and so he thinks it is an utterly ridiculous pastime.
Quirks and Habits:
- Gabriel will often get lost in thought ; seeming to stare though he's not really looking at anything inparticular. He'll furrow his brow when he does this too.
- He tends to be over protective of those whom he cares about, going as far as to start fights or put himself in danger in the process
- He over complicated situations and reads too deeply into things.
- When he needs his space, or time to think Gabriel will often disappear for hours, simply walking around alone in the Forbidden Forest or other off-limits places
Mirror of Erised: Gabriel dreams of following in his father’s footsteps to become an Auror. He wants to be the hero. He dreams of one day rescuing some damsel in distress, but he would never admit that to anyone.
Almost as intense as his desire to become an Auror, Gabriel wishes that one day he will play professional Quidditch.
In Depth Personality: Gabriel is your average teenage boy; well, about as average as the son of a muggle school teacher and an Auror father. He’s usually quiet; talking only when spoken to and taking in everything around him as if the world might suddenly come to an end and planning every possible situation and outcome. His demeanor might come off as brooding, which in some cases he is, but usually he would rather simply just listen to those around him unless he has some kind of argument or valid point to add.
He is brilliant, but not bookish; naturally preferring fun over study any day, but he knows when to be serious and when he can slack off. His father instilled in him at an early age that one can never really be too serious, and that one must approach situations with an open mind as well as open eyes.
Gabriel is clever and calculating; not truly selfish, but self preservation has always been a value that is prominent in the young man.
He can keep his cool in the most chaotic of circumstances, as he understands this is an important quality if he is to follow in his father’s footstep and become an Auror.
He is strong minded and opinionated as well as strong in form; and works hard to sharpen his reflexes with daily physical work-outs, practices, as well as exercises for the mind.
Gabriel likes girls; loves them in fact, but he is not overly flirtatious. He will approach a relationship with the same quiet reserve and intensity as he would any other endeavor, be it school, sports, or danger.
Gabriel is utterly impatient, and oft looses his temper very quickly if someone is being ignorant or won’t listen to his point of view. Don’t put it past him to start a fist fight either. He can be quite impulsive when he’s angry, and will throw the first punch and ask questions later.
He also grows bored very easily. He’s too smart for his own good, and needs a challenge to keep him motivated. If he isn’t motivated, odds are his attention will become distracted.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Experience: almost 7 years
Time Zone: US EST (GMT -5 )
How Did You Find Us?: A whisper in the trees
Play By: Steven Strait
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As Dean waited around at the front desk for officer so-and-so to get the chief, he straightened his blue silk tie, smoothing down the front of the blue-grey suit jacket and wishing like hell he’d been able to win at rock- paper-scissors against his brother ONCE in his doomed life. They’d played to see which one would dress in the monkey suit and poke around the morgue to see if the double murder had indeed been a werewolf attack, while the other spoke to the gray haired old lady that had been a witness to the assault. Of course, Sam had won, and consequently, he was here...in the suit, feeling like an ass while Sam was served up cookies and milk. Dean had to swallow thickly. What he wouldn’t give for some cookies and milk right now.
When the head honcho was finally assed to come down and meet him, Dean pulled out his fake F.B.I. badge and put on his ‘serious face’.
“Agent Seger...I’m glad you’re here.” The tired faced captain said wearily, extending his hand, which Dean, (aka Agent Seger), shook briskly. “The bodies keep piling up around here and we look like we got our heads up our asses; can’t figure out a damn thing. I’m hoping that the Federal Bureau can take a look and see what they think.”
“It would be our...my pleasure.” Dean arched a brow, laying the 'all business' attitude on real thick.
The Captain led Dean down a hallway and then a much longer corridor and then down a scarcely lit flight of stairs.
When they reached the swinging steel doors, the hunter knew they’d arrived at the morgue; the smell of disinfectant assaulted his nose and made his emerald eyes water.
Moving over to the wall made of silver drawers, the chief of police began to pull one out, nodding his head at the cabinet right next to it.
“If you would...” He requested of Dean and the elder Winchester complied, tugging the cabinet open to reveal a dark gray body bag that looked nothing like a human form.
“It’s a damn shame.” The chief said, running a hand back through his graying hair. “These two were married only two months ago. The wife plays Bridge with the girl’s mother...”Staring down at the body bag revealed in his own drawer the aging man let out a tired breath and shook his head.
“I’ll leave you alone to check them out. Maybe all we need is a fresh set of eyes...”
The Captain ambled out, pausing as he passed though the doors. ‘It’s the damnedest thing. Whoever...or whatever got a hold of these two took out their hearts. What kind of a monster does that?”
The swinging doors whispered closed behind him, leaving Dean staring down at the oddly shaped lump. “A werewolf...” He said quietly to himself, and then unzipped the bag in front of him.
After poking around at both corpses, Dean confirmed their assumption. Satisfied, the hunter tucked the victims back into their cabinets and trekked back the way they’d come. Pulling his cell out of his pocket, he hit speed dial to call Sam, and nodding a hello as a couple of uniforms passed him in the stairwell.“The hearts were missing.” He told his brother simply. “I’ll meet you back at the motel in twenty minutes. Pocket me some cookies if you can.”
Shoving his phone back into his pants, Dean stopped in front of the Captain’s office to leave him with some insincere ‘The Bureau will call when we have more information’.
As before, the chief took his time getting back and so Dean bent over the water fountain to wet his mouth.
“Technically, we’ve got no evidence to keep her here...but come on!” An irate voice came from behind him. “Her parents are dead, sister is missing, presumed dead and she don’t know a freaking thing?”
Dean glanced over his shoulder at two men, one much shorter than the other, and had a clear case of Napoleon syndrome going by his over abundance of muscles and the veins popping out of his neck. The man paced in front of an interrogation room where through the glass window Dean could see a pretty blonde wringing her hands nervously.
“Yeah, but as soon as she lawyers up, we’ll have to let her go anyway.” The taller of the duo spat, shooting Dean a ‘this ain’t your business’ look.
Dean smoothed his tie and pretended to find interest in the towns MOST WANTED poster. It wasn’t really his problem, but considering the type of case he and Sam were looking at, he wouldn’t be surprised if a werewolf had something to do with her family’s murder.
“Ah hell...this is such B.S.” The angry short man said to his partner and his face turned an even brighter shade of tomato. It was evident by the grossly bulging veins in his throat that he wasn’t happy about letting the girl walk, but they were going to have to anyway.
When the head honcho was finally assed to come down and meet him, Dean pulled out his fake F.B.I. badge and put on his ‘serious face’.
“Agent Seger...I’m glad you’re here.” The tired faced captain said wearily, extending his hand, which Dean, (aka Agent Seger), shook briskly. “The bodies keep piling up around here and we look like we got our heads up our asses; can’t figure out a damn thing. I’m hoping that the Federal Bureau can take a look and see what they think.”
“It would be our...my pleasure.” Dean arched a brow, laying the 'all business' attitude on real thick.
The Captain led Dean down a hallway and then a much longer corridor and then down a scarcely lit flight of stairs.
When they reached the swinging steel doors, the hunter knew they’d arrived at the morgue; the smell of disinfectant assaulted his nose and made his emerald eyes water.
Moving over to the wall made of silver drawers, the chief of police began to pull one out, nodding his head at the cabinet right next to it.
“If you would...” He requested of Dean and the elder Winchester complied, tugging the cabinet open to reveal a dark gray body bag that looked nothing like a human form.
“It’s a damn shame.” The chief said, running a hand back through his graying hair. “These two were married only two months ago. The wife plays Bridge with the girl’s mother...”Staring down at the body bag revealed in his own drawer the aging man let out a tired breath and shook his head.
“I’ll leave you alone to check them out. Maybe all we need is a fresh set of eyes...”
The Captain ambled out, pausing as he passed though the doors. ‘It’s the damnedest thing. Whoever...or whatever got a hold of these two took out their hearts. What kind of a monster does that?”
The swinging doors whispered closed behind him, leaving Dean staring down at the oddly shaped lump. “A werewolf...” He said quietly to himself, and then unzipped the bag in front of him.
After poking around at both corpses, Dean confirmed their assumption. Satisfied, the hunter tucked the victims back into their cabinets and trekked back the way they’d come. Pulling his cell out of his pocket, he hit speed dial to call Sam, and nodding a hello as a couple of uniforms passed him in the stairwell.“The hearts were missing.” He told his brother simply. “I’ll meet you back at the motel in twenty minutes. Pocket me some cookies if you can.”
Shoving his phone back into his pants, Dean stopped in front of the Captain’s office to leave him with some insincere ‘The Bureau will call when we have more information’.
As before, the chief took his time getting back and so Dean bent over the water fountain to wet his mouth.
“Technically, we’ve got no evidence to keep her here...but come on!” An irate voice came from behind him. “Her parents are dead, sister is missing, presumed dead and she don’t know a freaking thing?”
Dean glanced over his shoulder at two men, one much shorter than the other, and had a clear case of Napoleon syndrome going by his over abundance of muscles and the veins popping out of his neck. The man paced in front of an interrogation room where through the glass window Dean could see a pretty blonde wringing her hands nervously.
“Yeah, but as soon as she lawyers up, we’ll have to let her go anyway.” The taller of the duo spat, shooting Dean a ‘this ain’t your business’ look.
Dean smoothed his tie and pretended to find interest in the towns MOST WANTED poster. It wasn’t really his problem, but considering the type of case he and Sam were looking at, he wouldn’t be surprised if a werewolf had something to do with her family’s murder.
“Ah hell...this is such B.S.” The angry short man said to his partner and his face turned an even brighter shade of tomato. It was evident by the grossly bulging veins in his throat that he wasn’t happy about letting the girl walk, but they were going to have to anyway.
