nott, kyson eric

[kyson eric nott]

DEATH AND ALL HIS FRIENDS
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I DON'T WANNA BATTLE FROM BEGINNING TO END

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FULL NAME ,

[/color] Kyson Eric Nott
NICKNAMES ,[/color] Ky
AGE ,[/color] 15
YEAR ,[/color] Fifth
OCCUPATION ,[/color] Student
SEXUALITY ,[/color] Heterosexual
HOUSE ,[/color] Slytherin
WAND ,[/color] 8” – oak – puruvian vipertooth heartstring - swishy
PLAY-BY ,[/color]Alex Pettyfer

SECRETS ,[/color]
~He’s somewhat of a daydreamer (thank goodness no one see inside of his head.)
~He’s scared of being expelled from Hogwarts, among other things. (sure, Hogwarts wasn’t what it used to be, if his parents accusations are true, and the work certainly isn’t any fun, but it sure beats loafing around at home.)
~The Sorting Hat wanted to place him into Ravenclaw with his sister. (‘you have a good mind,’ it said. ‘you just need to learn how to use it correctly.’)


DREAMS[/color]
~He doesn’t know what he wants to do with himself yet. But, hey, he still has a few more years to think about it.
For now, he just wants to enjoy life…

OVERALL PERSONALITY ,[/color]
~Greedy
~Puts His Needs First (unless he had a very good reason to do otherwise.)
~Loner
~Resourceful
~Good Actor (or, in other words, a good liar.)
~Prejudiced
~Disorganized.
~Rather Lazy When It Comes To School (unlike his sister.)
~Independent
~Diligent (when he is enjoying what he work.)
~Family-Oriented
~Blood Elitist


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I DON'T WANNA CYCLE OR RECYCLE REVENGE

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MOTHER ,

[/color] Daphne Heloise Nott (nee Greengrass)
FATHER ,[/color] Theodore Gabriel Nott
SIBLINGS ,[/color] Nemesis Carina Nott
PETS ,[/color] Loki – Great Gray Owl
OTHER FAMILY ,[/color] related to the Malfoy family
Samuel Nott – Paternal Grandfather – Died when Kyson was six due to old age
WEALTH CLASS ,[/color] Wealthy
HOMETOWN ,[/color] North Yorkshire, England

OVERALL HISTORY ,[/color]

Kyson Eric Nott was born fifteen years ago on the cold, snowy day of December 18 to Theodore Nott and Daphne Nott (nee Greengrass). The two had already had one child, a girl, Nemisis Nott, so producing another one didn’t seem so much of a threat now.

His parents raised their new son to their best of their ability, giving him the proper education that he needed, all the while spoiling him senseless and implicating from early on the idea that that pure blood was simply better. Being the naive child that he was, he took every word of what his parents said as the truth.

One of the things he enjoyed most was visiting his distant relatives (of course, flying was fun, too), even if he did find them far too Death Eater-centric. Even his own parents’ eyes lit up when anything relating to the Dark Lord was spoken. Kyson really didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. In fact, from what he knew, all the Death Eaters had become disbanded, and Voldemort, their leader, had been killed. What was so glorious about that?

With time and some family contribution, his opinion was altered.
Once again, he found himself soiled, and by his blood relatives, nonetheless. But, hey, he isn’t one to hold grudges, especially against people who he holds in such high regards.

After a small tussle with the sorting hat, Kyson was placed into Slytherin. Seriously, though, did you expect him to end up anywhere else? His first year wasn't all that he imagined it would be, and was, truthfully, quite boring. One thing that certainly interested him was his sister, who spent most of her time hanging around in the dungeons with the Slytherine blokes, instead of hanging around with her fellow Ravenclaw nerds.

Kyson hasn’t really changed much over the years. Now, as a fifth year, he’s still a lazy, messy kid, just like he was when he first stepped into the castle. If anything, he’s more knowledgeable, but he obviously isn’t knowledgeable enough to stop his mother from sending him howlers every now and then due to his low marks.




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I DON'T WANNA FOLLOW DEATH AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS

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NAME/ALIAS ,

[/color] Knox
EXPERIENCE ,[/color] A few years
OTHER CHARACTERS,[/color] none

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE[/color]
Hazel eyes narrowed as he examined the pack that he had just found. Surprisingly, it looked new. He cocked his head to the side, opening it up and seeing what was inside. Everything inside looked new, also. Large, quick flashes of lightning streaked across the sky outside, its light flowing through the windows and illuminating the insides of the ruins. Slash continued to examine the pack, obviously pondering. This place was totally ancient…and, yet, it was charming. It just had to be a tourist magnet. He figured that one had been around and has accidentally left this parcel here.

As the rain drummed against the roof, the boy held the pack against his chest and squeezed it tightly. His thin lips morphed into a deep frown as he continued to think, pack cradled in his arms. What if there was someone else..or ‘something’ else.. was hanging around here, waiting for the rain to end? What if they came back and caught him with ‘their’ possessions. Slash shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the idea. He wasn’t going to give the pack up, no matter what happened. It was ‘free’ stuff, right?

The loud bang of a tree falling (or at least that is what it sounded like) spooked him a bit, muscles becoming tense. Slash gave a snort. He was being such a scaredy cat. Was he really expecting some sort of zombie (or mummy) to show up and snatch his newly…’acquired’ item up? No, he suspected worse. Still, he didn’t let his fear show. Instead, he took a deep, relaxing breath and began to walk forward, shoes squeaking lightly against the damp, moss covered floor.

He abruptly stopped, a chill running down his spine as his eyes grew wide. Blue orbs were seen, peeking out from the shadows. Eyes! He definitely was not alone. Slash took a step back, his motions slow and laborious. He should have known something like this would happen to him. He had such terrible luck some times.

Taking another deep breath, he continued to stare at the blue eyes as a smile slowly crept unto his face. Blinking, he held the pack right in front of him and waved it mockingly. Then, without wasting a minute, he ran off, the stolen pack in his arms.
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