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Ravenclaw - 5th Year - Reed wand with a dragon heartstring

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Player Information
Name: Bluepard
Timezone: EST
Personal Journal: bluepard
Players Contact/AIM/MSN/YAHOO: bluepard on aim
Email Address: bluepard@gmail.com
Former/Other Characters in the RP: N/A
How did you hear about us?: I know people in the game

Character Information
Name: Lyrl Dox
Canon Origin/Series: DC Comics
School Year: 5th year
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Out of school living location: Windermere, UK
Blood status: Halfblood, Wizard on his father's side

Personality:

Lyrl has had only one real relationship in his life, with his mother who raised him alone and in hiding. She recently died, and Lyrl to some extent blames himself for this. Lyrl is so lacking in decent relationships that he is willing to put up with some level of use and abuse from others (such as in his relationship with his father).

In his personal relationships Lyrl can often be neutral or even polite, usually reflexively treating others the way they treat him. But Lyrl is a dangerous person to know. He is arrogant and considers himself above good and evil, and has no problem with killing the innocent. He may be pleasant one moment and volatile the next.

Lyrl wants better relationships in his life, and this keeps him congenial when dealing with people who aren't in his way. But he feels the real closeness he had with his mother is impossible for him to have with anyone else given who and what he is. This is part of why he can so easily toss others away.

Although a super-genius and one of the smartest people in his universe, Lyrl has had little education and has spent most of his life either lobotomized or mind-controlled. He's unused to being as smart as he is, so he tends to use his intellect as a blunt hammer. He will seize the first solution he finds and force it rather than putting thought into his plots. Although he cares little amount most subjects, he's very emotional when he does care and is prone to childish fits when he doesn't get his way. All of this can make him seem less intelligent than he is.

Canon Background:
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Background (AU!Canon; HP): [pooting]

Lyrl's father is a genius tactician who made a business of protecting at risk individuals from Voldemort for a hefty price. He was never trusted by the government or the majority, but he was very useful to those who were willing to pay for secret services. When Lyrl was young his mother took him away and raised him in secrecy, afraid his father was putting Lyrl's life at risk. He spent a lot of his time teaching himself from whatever books they could lay their hands on or simply running through the open forests. His athletic speed allowed him to get away when they were attacked by Death Eaters, but his mother wasn't so lucky.

Lyrl blames his father for this. Lyrl is currently "not speaking" to his father--though he actually just ends up screaming at him if they're put in the same room together. Frustratingly, his father refuses to scream back. Lyrl is happy to be away from him and to wash his hands of his father as much as possible, though his father is treating this behavior as just a child's tantrum.

Once Voldemort was defeated, Lyrl finally joined society. He has been tutored to make sure he's up to speed and is now ready to join normal classes, though he finds the teaching methods underwhelming. He has a tendency to study entirely the wrong things because they're more fun, and likes learning new languages.

Since he's still mourning his mother, Lyrl is alternating between throwing himself wholly into the library and his work, creating useless but hyper-complicated spells, and occasionally venturing outside to tentatively talk to people in what passes for him as being social. [dragon]

How would your character fit in to each House?
Gryffindor: Although Lyrl has joined the fray against apparently unstoppable enemies several times, it has always been to his own benefit. This is more arrogance than courage, and he is just as likely to run if he has the chance. He would probably find the Gryffindors insufferable.

Hufflepuff: Lyrl has one person he loved more than anyone and when she told him to ran, he ran, leaving her to her death. Loyalty is not his best quality.

Ravenclaw: When left to his own devices, knowledge is what Lyrl strives to acquire. As a child he taught himself language after language and solved puzzles for pleasure; as a teenager he built himself a son out of a star and assaulted Colu to gain Colu's vast libraries and educate himself. He would very much enjoy having someone on his level to talk to, assuming he can find anyone.

Slytherin: Lyrl already considers himself the best, deserving of everything he wants. He'll happily betray people in service of himself. But since his ambitions lie in the land of the intellectual, Ravenclaw seems more deserving.

RP Samples:

I am Lyrl Dox, a 5th year. Though, if we're to be accurate, this is my first year here.

So this is what a proper school is like? I have to admit, the number of enchantments is impressive. Is there any purpose to the rotating staircases aside from trying to kill the students? Not that I don't enjoy the sense of murderous whimsy.

There are also quite a few more people here than I expected. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by the crowds, but there are herds of them. And they're all so absurdly loud and oblivious.

Is there some sort of spell for volume control?


Third Person Sample:

Lyrl was bored.

Granted, boredom was Lyrl's natural state of being. Fortunately, he was good at finding things to spark his interest, but sometimes they weren't exactly the most profitable uses of his time. Sometimes they were silly, useless but capturing his attention until something else lured him in another direction. Sometimes they were dangerous, born of his inability to consider that he might not be able to get himself out of a situation he'd gotten himself into. Sometimes they were both.

Lyrl swung himself around on the banister and started playing at a game he had invented after too long without a non-Forbidden Forest to romp in. It was ideal for stretching his legs between classes. He could argue it kept him sharp, because if he wanted to keep up to speed--and not fall down several stories--he had to make correct split-second decisions. He basically used the interior of Hogwarts as a jungle gym, a jungle gym that had a tendency to rotate without warning and which, frankly, was much more exciting than playing Tarzan in the woods anyway.

Lyrl was surprised at how much he missed the open-air part of his life. He would have thought it'd be a blessing to have a constant roof over his head, and it was, but it also meant he spent almost all of his time in a thick, stifling box. It meant sitting in hard chairs until his legs fell asleep. It meant order and structure and going soft as putty. He wasn't quite used to all that yet, and the stretch did him good.

Besides, the faces people made were hilarious.