Post by devan izad dhanial on Dec 7, 2020 3:03:39 GMT -5
 devan izad dhanial we were born with nothing and we sure as hell have nothing now general info
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a cigarette dangling from a hand draped over the edge of a bathtub, high heels clicking dully against pavement, the condensation on a half empty glass of whiskey, sharp white canines peeking out from parted lips, the taste of stale coffee reheated, dust gathering on unopened boxes, long nails scratching over tan skin, the feel of cheap fake black fu, gaudy tarnished rings on thin fingers family information
biography Devan was born the second son into a family of werewolves sheltered deep in the English countryside, quite separate from the majority of the wizarding community. He was a bright child growing up and demonstrated great magical potential from an extremely early age and begged his parents to allow him to attend Hogwarts. This, ultimately, was the first of a long chain of bad decisions that lead to the dissolution of his childhood naïveté. Having grown up isolated as he was, Devan had never truly learned that being a werewolf was something he should have been ashamed of until Hogwarts. His time at the school, while facilitated by the occasional kind professor, had been fraught with cruel remarks and vicious harassment. Through it all, he learned two things that allowed him to endure the mistreatment: don’t let them see the effect that their words had, and don’t trust anyone to not make a comment. Graduating just as tensions between half-breeds and wizards were beginning to reach their peak ended up being the perfect guise under which Devan slipped away from the wizarding world altogether. The three years Devan spent in the muggle world were equally the best and worst of his life. He worked odd jobs to keep himself fed, anything from bussing tables to using his body to get what he needed, all of which only served to solidify his jaded view of the world. It was not the life he had wanted, but was one he would have been more than happy to live, had it not been for his mother falling ill, pulling him kicking and screaming back into the world of magic he had so thoroughly rejected. RP SAMPLE There was not a day that passed where Devan was not reminded of just why he found men so disappointing. It had been perhaps three hours since his most recent regular client had asked to meet him, and yet here he was, all dolled up and pretty standing on a street corner with not a soul in the world to see it. He wasn't a fool. He knew far better to trick himself into thinking that this man could have possible given half a shit about him, certainly he was under no illusions that this was a business transaction above all else, and should be treated as such. The young man heaved a sigh and turned on his heel back along the trek home to the cramped single bedroom flat he'd bartered from a sweet old lady. So much for making rent that month. | miscellaneous  WAND INFO: pine hippogriff talon twelve and a half inches CHARACTER STRENGTHS:
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★ ★ ★ quirks  loves the rain, talented at eyeliner, allergic to oranges, a great liar, can fall asleep anywhere, hates milk ★ ★ ★ ★ ALIAS isha ★ YEARS OF EXPERIENCE six years, give or take THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO isha. DO NOT STEAL. |
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