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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Drogo Vexius
Birthday: April 2nd 1960
Hometown: Fort Augustus, Scotland
Bloodline: Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one): Divination
Year (pick two): 1-2
Biography: With a bloodline that was sorted into Slytherin for generations, Drogo Vexius had a lot of pressure on their shoulders. Both his mother and father were duelists, while his grandparents were Broom Racers! This went on, back and forth every generation, at least this is what he was told by their grandparents.
Being an only child, Drogo was spoiled beyond belief! He always got everything they wanted, even if they were acting up, which was a lot. This was because at just five years old, Drogo had their parents taken from him suddenly. It was some sort of spell, or potion that caused them to fall extremely ill and it slowly ended their lives after dealing with it for only a couple weeks. The ones at fault for it were soon caught and brought to justice.
Drogo ended up moving in with his grandparents and learning things from them. He honestly doesn't remember much about either parent, but the fact he had to deal with this in the back of their mind may cause some long term effects. Which is exactly what happened. There were a ton of times when he would lash out at his grandparents, breaking things, not listening, and so much more. But luckily for Drogo, he would have a bright future ahead of them, as long as he would stay focused.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Slytherin
Personality: Haunted by their past, Drogo is not one to open up and talk to people, he tends to keep to himself because when people see the scars on his face, they immediately begin to gossip about what could have happened to him. Once so happy and full of life, now he is brought down constantly because of what had happened to their family. Drogo is a loner and finds peace in that time, but is very open to socialization in the right setting.
Appearance: Drogo is almost five feet tall, fair skin, bright blue eyes, and two scars on his face. One that stretches from one cheek, and comes along the nose to the other cheek on his face. He also has a small scar on the right side of his lips. Drogo has a dark shade of red hair, almost looking like Auburn in a sense, Drogo normally wears a dark gray suit with a black tie, along with dark gray pants and black leather shoes.
→ RETURNING STUDENTS.Note: This section is only for students who have been previously played at Hogwarts. Please see here for more information about Castle Dropouts levels/how many levels you are eligible to claim.Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application):Number of New Levels Requested:New Levels Request:How your character kept up with their studies: Whether your character was still at Hogwarts or left school entirely for a while, tell us how they were able to keep up with their studies and learn about magic, which would allow their levels to keep increasing.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.
Option I:
The dungeons. A place eleven-year-old Evangeline had not yet travelled since her arrival at Hogwarts.
A place she really was just fine with not knowing; but it was too late. The dare had been accepted, even if it had been done in fear of being kicked out of Gryffindor, like the older girls had said she would because Gryffindors were supposed to be brave.
The air changed instantly when she hit the main corridor of the dungeons. The dampness was almost too much for her and she instinctively took a deep breath to avoid the sensation of being suffocated. There was also a sour burning smell which Evangeline assumed was from many, many Potions lessons.
Further and further she walked, her steps so slow and gentle they made no noise against the stone walls and floor. The feeling that she wasn't alone crept up her spine and raised the tiny hair on the back of her neck. Shivering, Evangeline wrapped her arms around herself. Suddenly, she missed the warmth and comfort of the Gryffindor common room. The fire was always going and it made her feel at ease.
Why had she let those girls talk her into this? She was only eleven, she didn't have to be brave. Surely the Headmistress would not kick her out of Hogwarts for not being brave.
If only she had these thoughts while being dared to search for the ghost of one Emma Birch, whom supposedly haunted the dungeons. It was not, Evangeline had learned, the place where the sixteen-year-old girl's life had ended but as she had been from the house with a snake as its mascot, it was the place her spirit had returned to. That common room was down here somewhere, she'd been told.
Something - the small blonde girl wasn't quite sure what - but something made her stop in her tracks suddenly. There was a low, dull thumping noise. Or maybe that was her heart beating so loudly she thought it was coming from outside her body.
"H-h-hello?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Remembering that she was supposed to be brave, Evangeline tried again.
"Hello! Is Emma Birch here?"
The sound of her own words bouncing back at her off the walls made her jump.
Option 2:That rat of his was in for it now.
The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.
Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.
Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.
Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.
The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.
As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.
Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.
Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Roleplay Response:The dungeons were always a creepy place to wander about. Not only did the cold bother most, but the damp ground, darkness around each corner, and even the smell had the students avoiding this part of the castle. As for Drogo Vexius, he intended on sticking to the shadows to be unseen. Not only did he enjoy keeping to themself, but he also didn’t like others seeing him in general. He was insecure about the scars and his life in general. People nowadays seem to be so quick to judge, even if they didn’t know the story of whatever they were criticizing.
Drogo Vexius was still young and didn’t have any friends, so he spent a lot of his time just wandering around the castle, looking for any kind of knowledge that could be found, whether it be from professors, or even some of the hanging portraits that loved to chat your ears off! They even had some interesting stories to tell, as well!
Each step the young boy made seemed to echo throughout the dungeon, but that was because the damp floor squished under the weight of Drogo’s feet. But the boy stopped dead in their tracks when he heard a voice ring out from the distance. He quickly began to panic because Drogo had no interest in speaking to anyone, especially a girl! But it was too late, Drogo was spotted and asked a question.
There was no running now, so he perked up and smiled lightly. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know anyone by that name. My name is Drogo Vexius, though. May have seen me in a few classes, but who knows!” He responded with excitement, which was odd on his behalf. It had to be the cold getting to him or something. One way or another, Drogo nodded and went on their way to wander around Hogwarts some more. → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): None
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