Devin Reed

[Devin Reed]

Full Name: Devin Hunter Reed

Nickname/s: Dev, if you're close

Age: 17

Blood: Muggle-born

Gender: Male

Loyalty: Against Voldemort.

Favorite Subject/s: Transfigurations

Wand: Rosewood, Chimera Scale core, 11 inch

Personality:

Likes:
+Transfigurations.
+DADA.
+Night.
+Gum.
+Fire.
+Black.
+Red.
+Dark Blue.
+Thunderstorms.
+Mirrors.
+Converse Hightops.
+Hoodies.

Dislikes:
-Waiting.
-Herbology.
-Charms.
-Spiders.
-Heat.
-Most insects.
-Sun.
-Doctors/Dentists.
-Swimming.
-Libraries.
-Heights.
-Drastic Change.

Quirks:
+Always puts on/takes off his left shoe first.
+Subconsciously cannot write a capital 'E'.
+When bored, begins organizing anything nearby.
+Taps a quill three times before writing anything.
+Can't have different foods touch while eating.

Weaknesses:
-Temper.
-Charms.
-Herbology.
-Heights.
-Sleep(has been described as a poor sleeper).
-Multitasking.
-Matching names with faces.
-Acts before thinking.

Strengths:
+Transfigurations.
+DADA.
+Tranquility.
+Karma seems to take pity on him, he gets a lot of lucky breaks.
+Confidence.
+Wit.
+Ability to make and keep close friends.


Fears:
-Drowning.
-Failure.
-Falling.
-Death.
-Pain.
-Things that go bump in the night.

Anger: a strong feeling of displeasure and belligerence aroused by a wrong; wrath; ire. Devin isn't, well, let's say he isn't the most controlled person in the world. He has a rather wide range of emotions, some less common than others. Anger or annoyance fall into this category. Dev has a long list of things that could change his mood in a turn for the worst. Not always a good thing, is it? This temper of his is is both uncontrolled and unpredictable. He has a very small amount of control in this situation, and usually anger takes him over. Judgement disappears, and Devin finds himself blinded with rage, and quite revenge-obsessed. Vengeance has been known to push him in directions he would never have expected, and will test his mind for control. Thanks to his temper, Devin is cautious to blame anyone but himself, knowing that a fault of another will just lead to a sense of anger. Of that long list concerning the pet peeves and such, teachers and professors are two things he disrespects. The occasional time someone tries to push him around can put him on a suprisingly short fuse. He could easily be with some of his closest friends and want to kick something. Being somewhat unpredictable, he could also be with someone he strongly dislikes and be perfectly smug. This temper surprisingly shapes a lot of him personality.

Tranquil: free from commotion or tumult; peaceful; quiet; calm. That wide range of emotions ranges into the calm, cool, easy-going part of Devin. The better part, as he likes to say. Conscientiously, no one has ever disagreed. For the majority of time, Dev isn't very angry, and has a light airy personality. If you were to meet him while he was just speaking with friends in this chill and easy-going type of mood, you would have never guessed he had any means of a temper. Most of the time he's always perfectly decent to be around. Decent, meaning friendly and thoughtful of anyone remotely his friend, or even someone he has never met and wants to make a good impression on. But, having that wide spread of emotions, he can go from zero to boiling point in a milisecond. And back down again. Almost entirely, however, his mood is his mood, and that's it. There are as mention before the bridges to cause considerable changes. When Dev is feeling calm and content he has more power over his characteristics. And luckily for everyone, he's almost always at peace.

Decisive: characterized by or displaying no or little hesitation; resolute; determined. One thing that most would say about Devin is that he's street smart, not school smart. The truth is, he's both, actually quite intelligent and understanding. He both reads and processes information quickly, which is understandable considering Devin is quick minded when it comes to making descisions. It would seem he feels as if he has little time to pause, and therefore doesn't dwell on the subject for ages. To say so metiphorically, he doesn't look before he leaps, and is most confident in what he says. Instead, he thinks things through quite meticulously, even every day conversations. Under pressure his mind goes into over time, completing the full thought process about what is to happen in record time. Having the trait of guilt and making himself feel responsible for most everything that goes wrong, Devin doesn't always feel as determined. But he can recover easily and be equally as headstrong as he always was. He takes risks a lot, enjoying the adrenaline. Usually he hasn't a care in the world as to what he does. Unfortunately, he feels the need to quit whatever he's doing when he finds it inconveniences another whom he cares about. A bit of a people pleaser, he is.

History: Devin's mother came from a family with seven children. She was right in the middle of them all, with three younger and three older siblings. Though niether of her parents were particularily rich, they managed to support them all up until the oldest was ready for college. Though expensive, and requiring many sacrifices, the three oldest made it through without any problem. Once Devin's mother was eighteen she made a descision to not make her parents forfeit their money, and would stay around for a bit more to help out the family.

His father, on the other hand, came from a high class family with more money than needed to be successful. If they wanted to they could send each one of Devin's mother's siblings to college and have enough left over to buy a decent sized house and new furniture. Unlike the other family, they had only one child. He had gone to a private school all his life, and by high school he despised the harsh teachings with a passion. He became what would be considered a complete rebel in the private academies, but average in the public-school world. Due to grades that stooped at 'low' levels he attended a college that his parents didn't approve of, one that was much lower than their standards. He ended up going to the same college as Devin's mother's oldest brother. The two became great friends, and once the brother invited him to stay with him back at home one summer.

That summer Devin's mother and father fell in love, five monthes later they were married. Almost a year after that Devin's oldest brother Spencer was born. With the mix of backgrounds he ended up attending a higher-class public school, one that got good reviews and had a high percentage of intellegent students thanks to gifted teachers. Without doubt Spencer continued the tradition of being very successful, both with school and in many forms of sports, always the star player even from an early age. Devin had been jealous of it ever since he was old enough to understand how much pride his parents took in his brother. The two other older siblings, who also proved to be excellent achievers in their own ways, along with the parents setting high examples made it extremely difficult to fulfill what exactly they wanted.

His father, in particular, tended to explain how Devin was spiralling downward, way further down than the bar. He always said things about the three brothers being better. Better grades, more athletic, just better. And those sports teams, oh how Devin despised the sports teams. His mother never really talked down to him, but she never backed him up on anything. Truthfully, they never really spoke. The fact that he had a bad relationship with his father and brothers, but no relationship with his mother turned out to be worse than having a terrible one with everyone. He felt neglected.

Before he actually recieved the Hogwarts letter, there had been a few cases in which Devin had come across an ability unknown to muggles. He had been angry, his father's naggings and corrections were most likely what caused that large temper of his. It was early morning, his father had just placed a slice of bread in a toaster. He was telling Devin that there was no point in actually going to school, as he wasn't learning anything anyways. Devin was about to break into a yell when the slice of bread flew out of the toaster, charred and smoking. Everyone just assumed it was a malfunctioning circuit, and never really looked into it.

There had been a second magical encounter, Devin's active imagination had scared him when walking alone through an empty park at night. The lampposts suddenly grew brighter, as if trying to calm him down. The light filled up most all of the paths he needed to travel home. Again, Devin just thought of it as nothing, after all, his mind could really play tricks on him.

It was when he recieved his Hogwarts letter, the small paper that let him know he was a wizard, that Devin began to gain his confidence. At first, it did scare him, the thought of actually using magic like that of the magic shows. Only it was real. He thought of himself as a freak, and segregated himself, only to get more comfortable with who he was. Once he was invited to the school Dev fit in great, even had a bit of fun in the process. Now that he found someplace where he wasn't different, or insuperior. The rest is history.

What can you say about your friends? My friends? They're here to stay, and if they weren't they wouldn't be my friends. One of the few notable talents I have is to make and keep close friends. Sure, we'll have the occasional little spat, but it's abnormal not to. We always pull through eventually with a mutual descision that it's more important to have eachother's backs than it is watching out own.

RP Sample:

The eyes blinked as the girl spoke. Jack didn't even know her name, as she didn't know his. He nodded a little, at her words, knowing dorm mates could be pains sometimes. He didn't really know any of his dorm mates, it felt kind of like they weren't interested in meeting him. He guessed that knowing his name was enough. That name that he was labeled fifteen years ago. He had learned to hate it with a burning passion. His father's name had been Jackson, which was his real name. But he went by Jack, only for that reason. He found this reason a bit stubborn, but he didn't care. The tattered broken down shoes shuffled again from the uncomfortablness of standing still. It was just a habit, Jack never really could be standing still. Finally, he walked to the edge of the window, just to look. He loved the night air, and the view, too was amazing. The smallest smile traveled across his face, just a small smirk, as he gazed across the sights. It was chilly, but he ignored it.

A small wind began to billow its way through the window, with it brought the scent of morning dew, as it would appear soon. Maybe as frost, a thin sheet of ice that would spread across the grass as the temperature dropped. The wind got a bit stronger, shaking the trees just outside of the Forbidden forest. Jack had always been curious why they would call it something so intriguing. The breeze had managed to pull a few leaves off of the tree, though there weren't many left. It was mostly bare branches, but a few pretty shades of auburn and orange still striked the eerie skeleton-like trees. The green eyes traveled on towards the forest, now. Eager to one day travel inside, just to see what would happen. Jack knew he would never coax himself to do it, though. He was too much of a chicken. Stopping another sigh, he carried on with his sight-seeing. The silvery grass just below the castle looked silvery as the pale moonlight beamed upon it. Then again, almost everything did.

Even the castle, too, looked brilliant as a glimmering sheen of light grey poured upon it. It looked ghostly, almost transparent. It seemed like your hand could go right through it. But Jack knew it was still made up of the heavy stone. A pale hand ran across the stones lining the window, it was so durable. He never thought something so big could be so strong, but then again it was probably because of the magic. The smile increased just a little, as he thought of magic. As a child he had always loved to pretend and believe that anything could happen. That magic tricks were real, no matter what anyone said. And there was always one person in the crowd that you'd sit next to, that would ruin it for the rest of everyone, telling how a trick was done. Despite that person, Jack had always believed in magic. And now he knew it to be true for sure. A small flicker of light came from a window in the Gryffindor tower. Like a candle, passing by. It was gone after that, though. So Jack didn't worry about it too much.

Again the green eyes traveled towards yet another part of the grounds. The Black Lake, this time. During broad daylight, it seemed so eerie, like it would take no time to suck you up and drown you. Drowning, another of Jack's fears. He didn't think of it as just another way of dying, being awake during it, trying to escape but focusing on breathing at the same time was the thing. But now the pool of shadow seemed calm, like all the myths of creatures that lived inside of it were asleep. It looked like a puddle of molten silver. There had been too many myths about what lived in the lake. They all sounded dangerous, but why would they put such things near a school? Jack only knew two of them to be true. Merpeople, fish that had adapted human-like features, like arms or legs, but still kept the fish type appearance. The giant squid, was for sure a creature that lived in the lake. Too many have seen the large tentacles swiping forth from underwater, then submerging again. All had wondered what exactly did the real thing look like? Didn't really matter, everyone was too afraid to find out, even though all the staff had said he was a wuss.

The stars, that was the other thing he wanted to see. Would make sense, coming to the Astronomy Tower, eh? The stars were so beautiful, each one different, like the snowflakes, like people. They looked fake, sometimes, like someone had strung a big line of Christmas lights up and decided to turn them on at night. But everyone knew they were real, at least a lot of people did. The sky at night had changed again. Some nights it was a deep, royal purple, while others it was set on being a navy blue. Some nights, it was black, others, grey. Either way, it always reflected the stars beautifully. The moon tonight, like a single sliver of a silver orange. The child known "Man in the Moon" wasn't visible, the dark black oval of the other part of the moon was covering it up. A series of craters, Jack remembered being so disappointed when he found there was no such thing.

But just looking at the sky was what he needed. There was so many ways it could change, in weather, lighting, color. It was incredible. Jack's favorite time to look at the sky was at night, it seemed more fun and interesting than the whole sun that blinds you as fat little clouds roll by. Daytime was still interesting, none the less. The sunlight was always beautiful, and a good thing. Nothing could live without it, and it was a rare occasion to see it now that fall was zipping past. During the day in fall, the sky wasn't the normal light aqua color it usually was. It was a dull grey, not at all enjoyable. But with grey clouds, there sometimes came rain and snow. Storms as well. Some people disliked the loud noise of rolling thunder, or were afraid of the flashing lights that could kill you on contact, but Jack liked storms. He didn't really know why. Suddenly, out of the blue, something came to him. He had already realized it before, but it didn't really sink in. What was this girl's name?

“I-I'm J-Jack,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful night. He was still ashamed of the stutter, but it didn't matter. Not now. I guess I don't need the roof... he thought, even though it was more fun, if not only for the risk. He awaited for her reply, gazing down again at the cold stone tower. He estimated how long it was before he would hit the ground if he fell. Then he looked back up at the stars, those beautiful stars. He knew the answer, not the correct one. But he knew he'd be dead. So why do I like coming up here? he thought. But Jack didn't even know. That seemed to go for a lot of things in his life, but usually he didn't care. It was probably the too much thinking thing again. Right? Again, it was a careless question. Even though Jack didn't realize it yet, he was quite careless about a lot of things.

[Hermione Granger]

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