}} Drake Valo

[enigma]

ABOUT THE CHARACTER
Name: Drake Kristopher Valo
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Year: 7th
Celebrity: Garret Hedlund

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Drake has a very rugged appeal to not only his face, but his entire body. He has a smooth face with accented features; such as his coal eyes, mainly hidden behind his mask of hair. Though some people’s eyes change colours with moods, his usually stay at a deep ember shade, but if he happens to get overly excited or anxious, they might lighten a hue or two. Even though he has a harsh shade of eye colour, his eyes are more mischievous and inviting. Probably one feature not seem by many, giving it more of a challenge to others to really look into his mind. His jaw is wide and defined, but not high on his face, giving him an overall balanced look. Drake’s hair is a dark mahogany brown naturally, but has been seen black and highlighted. His average hairstyle, is the trashy ‘bed-head’ look.

Physique: Drake fits the mold of ‘masculine’ to a T. Though you normally won’t see him away from dark clothes, wife beaters are a favorite in the fashion end of him. When his robes aren’t on for the specific purpose of showing his house colours, he will strip off the unneeded layers and relax in something that shows not only his laid back personality; but also his toned body. He is around an average height for guys his age, sometimes shorter when compared to a large lot. His weight has never really been measured, and thus he really doesn’t care to find out. A likeable guess would be around one-sixty, give or take. He does have a few muggle ‘tattoos’ but aren’t visible when his robes are on.

Personality: Drake is a very hard person to put in one category. He flips between moods as often as the weather changes directions; but one thing is for certain. He isn’t an irrational person. He likes to look through a problem, analyze it’s every possible solution, then pick which might work the best. He isn’t in a hurry to make a rash decision, and like the motto ‘think first, act later.’ And though that side of him might lead you to believe he is a push-over; he has a vengeful side as well. He sometimes goes into these ’ticks’ of rage, losing out on reality completely. Although this is a very dangerous side of him, he doesn’t just explode on a daily basis. It takes pushing some buttons, and as of yet, they haven’t been found or understood.

To further indulge yourself in his less than predictable ways; his ’ticks’ are like a more evil side of him emerging himself. Like his normal ways of rationality go right out the window for a few seconds. He goes into a state of hysteria and becomes a dangerous pawn to mess with. But since it has been quite a long time since he’s had any form of such destruction, it has made seeing the signs harder to find. See, sometimes those around him believe it is an act of always taking the side of the mutual medium. He’d much rather try to talk sense into two angered peers than let them kill each other. But not saying he doesn’t have his bad moments either. Everyone at some point wants to strangle the living daylights out of their nemesis.

But he doesn’t even hate someone so much that he would want to kill them. He does in fact hold grudges, though. Once you scorn him, his trust is hard to come by again. He is the type of person that takes years to build trust, and only seconds to shatter it. But he isn’t simple minded, in that he gives second chances. He just sleeps with one eye open for a long time. He has many friends in his life, but not many that he would tell his deepest secrets. In fact, he rarely tells anyone how he truly feels. But that’s sometimes just pushed away and scribbled as ’a manly-thing’. Either way, the very core is that he doesn’t purely trust but a few that could be counted on his fingertips. Aside from the protecting of his feelings, he is a very easy person to get along with. He will be friendly and lack hostility until it is pointed in his direction. Being level-headed and fully understanding the difference between reality and wannabe life, he sometimes shoots down younger students goals; unintentionally.

He is defiantly literate, and politically correct, sometimes giving off a vibe that intimidates people. Or even makes them wonder if he is a bookworm. But he usually tries to keep from correcting people, as it usually annoys them when they’re wrong. When it comes to the ladies; well one isn’t to say he’s a flirt, but he sure doesn’t try and hide himself. He isn’t the kind to just go right over to an attractive girl and flat out ask her to go out with him. He rather likes to take the route of getting to know the individual before putting plans in progress. He likes to see who they truly are, and not just for the physical aspect, though beauty is a must. Consider it shallow, but he defiantly likes the cream of the crop. But he won’t shoot down someone for not being his style, he just doesn’t harbor cruelty like that.

Likes:
++ Something Dangerous
++ Potions
++ The Study Of Magical Creatures
++ Girls, Girls, Girls *starts into Motley Crue chorus*
++ Fire
++ Being edgy, yet not trashy
++ Reading/Studying
++ Being correct
++Putting people in their places
++ Beating the competition
++ Being admired
++ A good prank

Dislikes:
-- Downright rudeness
-- Herbology
-- Muggle Studies
-- Girl Drama/Stupidity
-- Spring
-- Authority
-- The overly dramatic and friendly
-- Charms
-- Extremist or Ignorant Views
-- Rivalry, but it’s a necessary evil
-- The unintelligent


History: Drake started his years into a vivid household and lifestyle, having two wizard parents. Now, his mother was a muggle born, but his father came from a very well known lineage of pure-bloods. This never sparked rivalry from his parents, and in fact brought them very close. His mother came from a well-off family in England, while his father came from a wealthy line planted across the globe. Currently, his parents are living off the coast of Norway, but are originally from England as well. Though the Valo line is traced back into a more Scandinavian area. But their traveling lifestyles impacted their son; and so the immediate Valo family have always traveled from place to place, learning of both muggle and wizarding routines around the world.

Drake has a younger sister, Danielle, though she prefers to be called Danni. For most families, the children usually never get along well, but the case isn’t so for these two. They are very close, and Drake protects his little sister quite fiercely - but usually in secrecy. It just wouldn’t be his style to hate a guy for saying that his sister was attractive; he would rather harness a series of traps to bewilder the poor soul. But even though they are close, they usually only see each other at Hogwarts, since during the summer, Drake goes to visit one family, while Danni the others.

Drake has always been a soul to want to live up to his father’s standards, but also has a life of his own. At age eleven, when he received his note to learn at the famous Hogwarts school; mixed feelings creeped over him like a ready hitman. He was both pleased to finally use his abilities in the open; but angered that he would have to be surrounded by so many disturbances and annoyances. He soon forgot those demons; but never lost them. He’s had a certain dislike for the whole system in general for quite some time, but felt it was better to have rules and guidelines, then none at all. So he subsided those aggressions throughout his years, taking the good with the bad. Each year falling into a more handsome and rugged masterpiece. To each his own, but his perfection was lost in the nooks and cranny’s.

And now, being his final year, he comes with yet again the mixed feelings. He has gotten used to the Hogwart’s ways, and now they are just going to throw him out. But he can’t hide all the good memories and treasured feelings. Still, he finds the year as more of a countdown to the outside world, rather than freedom. Afraid that perhaps he might use a bit of magic, and the ministry or magic feels it is breaking some damn rule. Yes, he will most certainly not find a job there; as he finds a large dislike for the government society of wizards. Who the hell are they to think they’re better than everyone else? So his future is marked with the foggy haze that surrounds most his age. Although his is a little more murky.

ABOUT YOU
Name: E or Enigma (Ravenna)
Years of Experience: Don’t know exactly when I started, I think I can safely say 3 if not more
Sample Post: (C) Ravenna Myraid

The morning wore on like more of a dreary dream, minus the resurrection of her mood. The skies still carrying that soft grey blanket over where the sun should have been warming the landscape, but instead gave the suffocating presence of a storm brewing. Constantly being moved around adapted her greatly to weather changes; from getting tanned in the city of angels, to chattering teeth in the northern Germanic regions. So here, not quite halfway, but far enough apart, she seemed like in a miniature scale of serenity. Quite odd considering all the younger years were scampering up the hill to get in the safety of the castle. Pathetic. The weather obviously wasn't going to spill it's guts quite yet; since their was no thunder, or even the far off mist of rain. Stupid children never used their brains; and that cold be said for a great majority of everyone else.

She strolled carelessly down the slope, hands in the brim of her silver and green jacket. Warming themslves in the soft cotton lining, while her eyes scanned the scenery below. There was no tme to head into the forest, since she would certainely catch the tail of the storm, but there was just enough ticking minutes for her to hope vainly for something to come out. The winds picked up a little, and brought the damp and refreshing smell of rain. She breathed heavy, before exhauling. The hood of her serpent jacket was then placed carefully over her multi-coloured hair to give her that false sense of security. Today must be an off day, or maybe the best day ever; as her hair was in a wider array of tones. The most striking being a hot pink mixed with lavendar, while the more common shades were of a platinum blonde and black.

Her light grey hues closed for a brief second, while her head was placed in her lap. But before she could enjoy the silence; a group of wailing first years broke the mood. She groaned lightly, then lifted her head to lavish over the dark trees. She was more in the mood to see a thestral of griffin, but what did in fact come out was nothing more than a small doe. Again she sighed with disappointment. Had she really expected anything amazing? Seriously, with the storm cresting overthe horizon, and an even more deadly vibe coming from the wizarding community - just about all hope went into failing mode. She had spent her fill of time in the Slytherin common room, so fresh air seemed to be her best solution. Unfortuanetly oxygen wasn't the answer to an aching heart. Everytime she was alone, two people fought for control. The side of her that wanted to just let go of her father's face, and let him stay in her memories. For her to hurt no more, and be free from the constantly closing chains around her throat. The other, more aggressive side wanted vengeance. The damn muggles she had given her secrets to had betrayed her at the same time. She foamed at the mouth for a chance to make them pay for the brutality they inflicted upon her. Even though she had a mother, she was nothing more than a ghost slipping through her fingertips. And so the isolation of her mind was both building and destroying the Slytherin serpent from the inside out.

She escaped those thoughts for only a moment to spare as she hoped company might come. but then what would she do? She found it easier to push people away than let them in; and it was a hell of a lot safer that way. Those wearing their hearts on their sleeves were bound to have them shredded into peices...and rightfully so. Ravenna stayed seated on the top of the hill, looking over the vast treeline. Beside her lay several larg rocks, one ironically being in basic shape of a lopsided heart. Slightly angered, she grabbed her wand and spoke under her breath, "Verschwinden Sie", and the rock shifted into more of a bleak figure. Even her voice was as lost as her mind, being slightly harsh for the German side of her, and mixed with a southern american accent to fulfil her dads side. Shit. Even half the Slytherins probably didn't know why she was in that house. And like she gave a moments thought on whether she belonged or not was beyond her. She was quite content on straddling the boundaries of good girl, bad girl. Pouring on her own sugarcoat while covered in thorns. Consider her a double sided blade, with one goal currently on mind - to win. At all costs of whatever she's put up with, her cold heart beating to her own funeral music will stop at nothing until she succeeds.

Other: Mimbulus Mimbletonia

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

Nice app, Enigma ^^

Hmm, Drake was a hard one to place, but in the end it had to be Ravenclaw.