Post by david on Feb 13, 2007 20:48:54 GMT -5
[Full Character Name: ] David Bryan Young
David: Derived from Hebrew ãåã (dvd) meaning "beloved".
Bryan: Related to the Old Celtic element bre meaning "hill", or by extension "high, noble".
Young: Means "forever" and "prosperity"
Nickname: Dave.
[ Character Gender: ] Male
[ Country of Citizenship: ] UK
[ Physical Character Description: ]
To say that Dave is outrageously handsome that he has girls dropping like flies in his mere presence or clinging to his arms in complete infatuation would be an utmost lie. As would saying he looks unmistakingly worse then the juvenile alongside him with a pimple infestation so amiss that (s)he (we aren’t exactly sure of the gender quite yet) looks half troll. No. Dave is prevalent with both his notable perks and imperfections. He isn’t prodigious when it comes to his semblance, and he’ll be the first to say that. Even though it is coy and modest, Dave bases it on fact; the way girls rarely seem to gander at him. Apathetic. Lucid. Common. Just the way he wants to be.
His body isn’t so aberrant; he has a head, a pair of both arms and legs, along with a torso. Quite middling in that sense. If one were to look upon Dave, they’d say he was both acutely underweight and very angular. And this assumption is correct, for it is no secret as to the fact that he is thin, and his height is above many of his male peer’s heights, so he appears very lanky. Standing at 5’8”, Dave weighs under the average (based on statistics) weight of a boy his age at around 117lbs. Nothing good food at Hogwarts can’t fix.
As David is a Muggle jock, he has both masculine arms and a figure to die for. Kidding. Not anytime soon (although he does love playing sports), for he has very little muscle all over. His major limbs aren't very stick-like with only muscle earned from carrying monstrous pile of textbooks over various limbs, so he hardly fits under the stick-like girl category. Neither does he exactly fit under the over-pronounced muscles, ‘I’m about to hurt you’ type of look. No. He has never been considered intimidating to the average eye for with his ribs prodding out slightly, and lack of broadness in the shoulders, he is often misapprehended with being a really tall 5th grader. He has enough on him to not be eyed around the school and whispered on the fact that he could be anorexic. But not nearly enough to stop his grandmother to exclaim over the lack of food he must be getting. His legs contain most of his muscles for he has never strained himself to build arm muscle, and being the active boy he is, running is a part of his everyday life.
His body is quite angular with very emaciated muscle on both his arms and legs. He has been – according to his mother – blessed to receive his father’s genes rather then her own when it comes to his general build. And to his mother’s distaste, he hasn’t even begun maturing into that ‘V’ shape figure that many adolescents his age are beginning to get. With readily stringy lean legs and a shorter upper-body, he finds dignity in the fact that he can out run most of his peers. His abdominal area appears to be level with no overabundance fat because he wears somewhat baggy clothing. But if one were to actually look up close, he does have that sparse bit of pudge - he couldn't care less.
Tipping the scale to the negative once again, Dave has lengthy feet and hands, the first making him very incompetent. For an example, he could be strolling across an entirely smooth face when, ‘boom’, his foot catches the wind and he topples over face-first with a bloody nose. His hands are quite long with equally long fingers. If he were to cast his hand to the underside, the contours used for palmistry wouldn’t be very immersed, or distinct. According to his superstitious mother, his hand is called the ‘water hand’, where his hand makes him demiurgic and all that jazz that really never comes true –until he found out about the magical world of course-. His nails are square cut across, uniform style.
Once again Dave appears quite ordinary with bountiful cheeks, two ears, a pair of eyes, a nose, a mouth, and eyebrows. Quite normal indeed. Dave’s face is in the shape of a slightly pointy oval where his chin is both the most dominant and pointed aspect of his entire face. Leniently imprinted upon his chin much to his disrelish is a very engrossing cleft in the shape of a straight line rather then a deepened dot in the middle. Dave’s older siblings ‘lovingly’ call it a “butt” chin, hence the dislike.
Slightly wide-set eyes appraise his entire story. His cylindrical (slightly barbed at the corners) deep blue eyes show his dreams, fears, current feelings, pain, and glee. Bordered with the custom dusky, clabbered lashes seen his family for centuries, Dave’s eyes are considered his number one appearance characteristic (by none-other then himself). The golden flakes encompassing the iris seem to sparkle when he is either thrilled or delighted about something. They appear dull or placid when upset or annoyed. The smaller eyes then seen on most of his family are often insignificantly narrowed, not because he is unceasingly annoyed, but because he doesn’t have 20/20 vision, therefore squinting seems to help him see further.
The family smile and mouth have been inherited by him, for David has the thin-shaped mouth of his ancestors for centuries. Bestowed on the boy are pencil-thin, dark rose-petaled lips with dry creases in which practically plead out, “CHAPSTICK! PLEASE!” They aren’t those sensually pliable molded lips to be seen on television daily on shows such as ‘Friends’ and ‘Smallville’. No. They are chapped, haggard, and undesirable. Dave’s teeth are skewed and are on the diminutive side of the scale. Not crooked enough to have slabs of metal glued on top of every individual tooth, but enough to be recognized as a flaw. Dave doesn’t have an award winning grin, but an avid infectious one. When a cramped smile crosses his face, many tend to show their pearly whites along side him. Also, implanted on only his left cheek (the right is destined to be plain) is a dimple that seems to have been drilled in at one point or another. When he is frustrated and his cheeks tighten, the dimple is most obvious as it digs into his left cheek.
Dave’s hair. The first thing one may ask would be, 'He calls that hair?' Its that messy. And stubborn – very stubborn at that. Dave’s hair straight-out of the shower lays flat atop of his head, unswerving until a slight curl at the three-quarter mark, down to aloft the first bone of his spinal cord. He doesn't bother to keep his unruly dark brown hair in good condition, and his slightly curly hair seems to always find its way out of place, greasy, or sticking out a very chancy angles. There is one thing assertive however, his hair always appears to be in an incomparable position for he never would attempt to run a comb through the mop, and therefore has that permanent, “I just got out of bed” look.
Dave’s other facial features aren’t ordinarily noticed, for after seeing unremarkable eyes at a first glance, thin lips, and the body of a 10 year old, many simply gaze away. But he isn’t deprived of his other facial features. His nose, simply put, is long and thick (perhaps because he often lands face first to the ground with his clumsiness). His small ears, although covered with wisps of hair tend to stick out a tad and are formed to look rather elfish (pointed and slanted back). His eyebrows are a bit thin, but expressive all the same – one can easily tell he is flustered or impressed about something by simply looking at the current positioning. His cheeks, due to the lack of cheekbone dominance, seem a bit bulgy. The result: his cheeks are constantly plunked and pinched by those horrible aunts whom give him childish names such as, “smoochie-poo, and buggy-bear”.
The average English complexion is ashen in colouring, but tans quite easily in the sun. David's skin fits quite nicely under this catagory being fair-skinned except in the summer when he is quite golden. As he is related to the Copeland’s (a family proud of their blemish-free skin) by blood, he holds dignity in the fact his face has never held a blemish or redness of any sort other then continual embarrassment with his parents which certainly adds colour to his face. A smooth, fair, anemic porcelain-doll sort of face. His back –a Young family trait- however, makes up for the absence of acne on his face. Also, taking away from the look of perfection, as Dave is a sun-worshiper, numerous freckles dot themselves over his nose and cheek apples. He loathes them with a burning passion, but until winter comes around, he is stuck with them.
Being an active boy with a sense of adventure, David has numerous scars in various places all over his body. Starting with the right knee, he has a large circular scar that seems to never disappear as he has had that scar since the age of five when he ran into an iron-link fence. About five inches above the scar, a rather nasty-looking bruise stretches up for about to inches with a length of about three inches across. He received that one recently when on vacation in the Bahamas where he was climbing a palm tree and fell out breaking a finger on his left hand (In which still has a mini-cast or so Dave calls it) and ending up with several bruises. His left elbow has a scrape received from playing a gave of football (soccer in American terms) with a few buddies and topling then having a friend kick his elbow with the spikes on his special shoes. Over the years, David has broken at least four bones including his middle finger on his left hand, his right arm - not that he minded after the pain washed away, he had a 'cool' cast-, and two toes. With the 'poor' Muggle treatment, there is a rather high chance that he could break those very same bones once again.
As Dave was both born and raised in England, his accent resembles one of an English lad – strong, and rich. He is currently through the oh so lovely changes of puberty and with those changes comes a change in voice. Some days he'll sound like a little girl while on other days he comes out with a voice that seems too deep for his body. What doesn't change ever however is the hardness of his voice. He doesn't have a voice that could be considered soft for he is much too loud for that. His voice could be described as fun, for he tends to add a quick 'higher tone' in his voice every now and again to make his voice sound more interesting. When he is talking, he seems to talk more with his hands then his mouth, for with every other word his hands give an almost frantic gesture to help illustrate what he wants to say.
Dave marches around the school in a way that is both coy and self-assured. The confidence: His mother ‘weaned’ her children since an early age to walk with perfect posture, and certainly, her three boys caught on scarcely feeling the consequences for not obeying her. The modesty: Dave contemplates too much about his demeanor in addition to the fact his eyes are averted towards the ground, his movements appear very jerky and grasshopper-like. He generally keeps against the wall speculating that the older students would hang him upside-down from the ceiling if he didn’t do so. As he gets older, Dave will probably grow into his limbs to achieve a more balanced boy in terms of proportion. For now, though, he tends to hold himself in an awkward way, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. He walks with quick, short steps as if he is in a hurry, either wringing his hands together or stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He has never really found himself a real Muggle style. He doesn’t wear much black or eyeliner for that matter. Ripped jeans and black 'dog collars' with spikes doesn't appeal to him. Wearing pants down to his knees along with a ‘Yo’ after every other sentence isn’t exactly him. He doesn’t add, ‘like’ in-between every word or wear clothes that suit his ‘body-type’ in colours making him look ‘like totally terrific’. There is no protractor taped by his heart or glasses atop of his nose. Nor does he find pride in wearing school jerseys, acting as if he owns the school. Dave. Well. He is just Dave, not really falling into a specific group. He does have a light tendency of layering his clothing however; the colours don’t really matter. His normal garments could include the following: a dark navy sweater with a white golf shirt underneath with the cuff up high into his hairline. A nice pair of loose-fitting jeans (normally taken in at the waist) adorns his legs and hips along with a dull black belt. A pair of white sneakers rest upon his feet, the laces never tied along with a pair of crisp white socks. Basically, whatever is currently top of the drawer.
Being Muggle-born, Dave never had the opportunity to learn how to truly wear wizarding robes in the correct fashion until first being dumped on Hogwart’s doorstep. Therefore, upon taking his first step into Hogwarts, his robes were as misplaced and distorted as the average Pureblooded wizard wearing Muggle clothing for the first time. Although he has had several lessons in the past three years, he still doesn’t quite understand how to place the robes, what wizarding robe colors coordinate well together and the like. Hence the reason when walking around the school, one side of the robes is slung off his shoulder, his buttons are in the wrong holes, and he is trailing mud wherever he goes. Perhaps the latter of the three has nothing to do with to do with how he doesn't understand how to wear the robes, but it is true. Only Merlin knows what he has been doing to get mud all over the bottom of his robes. He is also commonly found with twigs hanging out of is hair and dirt smudged underneath his eyes. Once again, only Merlin knows what he has been doing before hand.
[ Personality Character Description: ]
With an entire look of impeccability, one may think that David is innocent (go figure), coy, and rather apprehensive. Certainly this is how he clearly seems to be when you first introduce yourself to him for generally everyone reacts in an identical way. With a faltering voice, a rapid 'umm' amid every other word, a lost puppy-look, and the haynty pulsing back and fro on the balls of his feet, it is quite apparent to where the remark of him being shy originated. However, give him the time and he's sure to warm up. After breaking through his barrier one may contented (or not, depending on the personality) to have spent the time to get to know him. Being 13, he undoubtedly doesn't fit under the temperamental stereotype per say. No. He acts more so like a permanently hyper seven-year-old. Always smiling, bouncing rather then walking, and coming up with a stupid remark with nearly everything pushed towards him. His naivety is overwhelming - he finds a tree frog more interesting then a girl any day.
Leading through his naivety, his curiosity is rather strong. He's willing to go out into the world, explore and discover something new. Nature triggers his curiosity; what could possibly be more interesting to a boy like Dave then a caterpillar climbing up a tree? Dave isn't the type however to go research a topic through books, he isn't a reading learner, perhaps the reason he doesn't do fantastic in school. Dave is a hands-on and picture learner, and therefore when he sees a bug or snake, his first instinct is to go touch it, examine it and learn something. His curiosity otherwise isn't very valid for researching/learning through books has never been his bag. Reading instead triggers an instant daydream of what else he could be doing or a nap.
Let it be a cold day in hell when Dave is in a particularly foul mood. Reason being he has no reason to be in a horrid mood; he gets what he wants, no tragic past, and doesn't get depressed over what other people insult him about. Just a happy-go-lucky guy in that sense. What happens more then half the time while in a foul mood is he snaps back then forgets of the incident less then 20 minutes later when his attention is diverted elsewhere. He inherited his snappiness from his mother being the expressive free-minded lady she is. His comebacks are often oxymoronic. For an example he could be insulted on something like his funny ears when his comeback would be an insult pertaining to the lack of magical bloodline in the family when he is a Muggleborn wizard himself. Oxymoronic indeed. When something is biting at him longer then five minutes, he will tell someone making him a rather open-person. In occasions where he says what is on his mind, he often dumps the problem on someone else and -once again- forgetting 20 minutes later leaving the person with his problem.
Loyalty is perhaps David's second greatest personality trait for he is furiously loyal to his friends and doesn't have the heart to let them down. Standing up for his friends and not leaving them behind with the toughest of times is quite the second nature to David for he does so on a regular basis. In most situations, he is often left with friends whom are too worried about themselves when a problem arouses and abandon him with a snap of the fingers. In these cases, David will think along the lines of "It must have been something I said or did...". Blaming himself over something he didn't do, and showing loyalty after being backstabbed (in a way) - quite implausible, but since when did boys make much sense?
David: Derived from Hebrew ãåã (dvd) meaning "beloved".
Bryan: Related to the Old Celtic element bre meaning "hill", or by extension "high, noble".
Young: Means "forever" and "prosperity"
Nickname: Dave.
[ Character Gender: ] Male
[ Country of Citizenship: ] UK
[ Physical Character Description: ]
To say that Dave is outrageously handsome that he has girls dropping like flies in his mere presence or clinging to his arms in complete infatuation would be an utmost lie. As would saying he looks unmistakingly worse then the juvenile alongside him with a pimple infestation so amiss that (s)he (we aren’t exactly sure of the gender quite yet) looks half troll. No. Dave is prevalent with both his notable perks and imperfections. He isn’t prodigious when it comes to his semblance, and he’ll be the first to say that. Even though it is coy and modest, Dave bases it on fact; the way girls rarely seem to gander at him. Apathetic. Lucid. Common. Just the way he wants to be.
His body isn’t so aberrant; he has a head, a pair of both arms and legs, along with a torso. Quite middling in that sense. If one were to look upon Dave, they’d say he was both acutely underweight and very angular. And this assumption is correct, for it is no secret as to the fact that he is thin, and his height is above many of his male peer’s heights, so he appears very lanky. Standing at 5’8”, Dave weighs under the average (based on statistics) weight of a boy his age at around 117lbs. Nothing good food at Hogwarts can’t fix.
As David is a Muggle jock, he has both masculine arms and a figure to die for. Kidding. Not anytime soon (although he does love playing sports), for he has very little muscle all over. His major limbs aren't very stick-like with only muscle earned from carrying monstrous pile of textbooks over various limbs, so he hardly fits under the stick-like girl category. Neither does he exactly fit under the over-pronounced muscles, ‘I’m about to hurt you’ type of look. No. He has never been considered intimidating to the average eye for with his ribs prodding out slightly, and lack of broadness in the shoulders, he is often misapprehended with being a really tall 5th grader. He has enough on him to not be eyed around the school and whispered on the fact that he could be anorexic. But not nearly enough to stop his grandmother to exclaim over the lack of food he must be getting. His legs contain most of his muscles for he has never strained himself to build arm muscle, and being the active boy he is, running is a part of his everyday life.
His body is quite angular with very emaciated muscle on both his arms and legs. He has been – according to his mother – blessed to receive his father’s genes rather then her own when it comes to his general build. And to his mother’s distaste, he hasn’t even begun maturing into that ‘V’ shape figure that many adolescents his age are beginning to get. With readily stringy lean legs and a shorter upper-body, he finds dignity in the fact that he can out run most of his peers. His abdominal area appears to be level with no overabundance fat because he wears somewhat baggy clothing. But if one were to actually look up close, he does have that sparse bit of pudge - he couldn't care less.
Tipping the scale to the negative once again, Dave has lengthy feet and hands, the first making him very incompetent. For an example, he could be strolling across an entirely smooth face when, ‘boom’, his foot catches the wind and he topples over face-first with a bloody nose. His hands are quite long with equally long fingers. If he were to cast his hand to the underside, the contours used for palmistry wouldn’t be very immersed, or distinct. According to his superstitious mother, his hand is called the ‘water hand’, where his hand makes him demiurgic and all that jazz that really never comes true –until he found out about the magical world of course-. His nails are square cut across, uniform style.
Once again Dave appears quite ordinary with bountiful cheeks, two ears, a pair of eyes, a nose, a mouth, and eyebrows. Quite normal indeed. Dave’s face is in the shape of a slightly pointy oval where his chin is both the most dominant and pointed aspect of his entire face. Leniently imprinted upon his chin much to his disrelish is a very engrossing cleft in the shape of a straight line rather then a deepened dot in the middle. Dave’s older siblings ‘lovingly’ call it a “butt” chin, hence the dislike.
Slightly wide-set eyes appraise his entire story. His cylindrical (slightly barbed at the corners) deep blue eyes show his dreams, fears, current feelings, pain, and glee. Bordered with the custom dusky, clabbered lashes seen his family for centuries, Dave’s eyes are considered his number one appearance characteristic (by none-other then himself). The golden flakes encompassing the iris seem to sparkle when he is either thrilled or delighted about something. They appear dull or placid when upset or annoyed. The smaller eyes then seen on most of his family are often insignificantly narrowed, not because he is unceasingly annoyed, but because he doesn’t have 20/20 vision, therefore squinting seems to help him see further.
The family smile and mouth have been inherited by him, for David has the thin-shaped mouth of his ancestors for centuries. Bestowed on the boy are pencil-thin, dark rose-petaled lips with dry creases in which practically plead out, “CHAPSTICK! PLEASE!” They aren’t those sensually pliable molded lips to be seen on television daily on shows such as ‘Friends’ and ‘Smallville’. No. They are chapped, haggard, and undesirable. Dave’s teeth are skewed and are on the diminutive side of the scale. Not crooked enough to have slabs of metal glued on top of every individual tooth, but enough to be recognized as a flaw. Dave doesn’t have an award winning grin, but an avid infectious one. When a cramped smile crosses his face, many tend to show their pearly whites along side him. Also, implanted on only his left cheek (the right is destined to be plain) is a dimple that seems to have been drilled in at one point or another. When he is frustrated and his cheeks tighten, the dimple is most obvious as it digs into his left cheek.
Dave’s hair. The first thing one may ask would be, 'He calls that hair?' Its that messy. And stubborn – very stubborn at that. Dave’s hair straight-out of the shower lays flat atop of his head, unswerving until a slight curl at the three-quarter mark, down to aloft the first bone of his spinal cord. He doesn't bother to keep his unruly dark brown hair in good condition, and his slightly curly hair seems to always find its way out of place, greasy, or sticking out a very chancy angles. There is one thing assertive however, his hair always appears to be in an incomparable position for he never would attempt to run a comb through the mop, and therefore has that permanent, “I just got out of bed” look.
Dave’s other facial features aren’t ordinarily noticed, for after seeing unremarkable eyes at a first glance, thin lips, and the body of a 10 year old, many simply gaze away. But he isn’t deprived of his other facial features. His nose, simply put, is long and thick (perhaps because he often lands face first to the ground with his clumsiness). His small ears, although covered with wisps of hair tend to stick out a tad and are formed to look rather elfish (pointed and slanted back). His eyebrows are a bit thin, but expressive all the same – one can easily tell he is flustered or impressed about something by simply looking at the current positioning. His cheeks, due to the lack of cheekbone dominance, seem a bit bulgy. The result: his cheeks are constantly plunked and pinched by those horrible aunts whom give him childish names such as, “smoochie-poo, and buggy-bear”.
The average English complexion is ashen in colouring, but tans quite easily in the sun. David's skin fits quite nicely under this catagory being fair-skinned except in the summer when he is quite golden. As he is related to the Copeland’s (a family proud of their blemish-free skin) by blood, he holds dignity in the fact his face has never held a blemish or redness of any sort other then continual embarrassment with his parents which certainly adds colour to his face. A smooth, fair, anemic porcelain-doll sort of face. His back –a Young family trait- however, makes up for the absence of acne on his face. Also, taking away from the look of perfection, as Dave is a sun-worshiper, numerous freckles dot themselves over his nose and cheek apples. He loathes them with a burning passion, but until winter comes around, he is stuck with them.
Being an active boy with a sense of adventure, David has numerous scars in various places all over his body. Starting with the right knee, he has a large circular scar that seems to never disappear as he has had that scar since the age of five when he ran into an iron-link fence. About five inches above the scar, a rather nasty-looking bruise stretches up for about to inches with a length of about three inches across. He received that one recently when on vacation in the Bahamas where he was climbing a palm tree and fell out breaking a finger on his left hand (In which still has a mini-cast or so Dave calls it) and ending up with several bruises. His left elbow has a scrape received from playing a gave of football (soccer in American terms) with a few buddies and topling then having a friend kick his elbow with the spikes on his special shoes. Over the years, David has broken at least four bones including his middle finger on his left hand, his right arm - not that he minded after the pain washed away, he had a 'cool' cast-, and two toes. With the 'poor' Muggle treatment, there is a rather high chance that he could break those very same bones once again.
As Dave was both born and raised in England, his accent resembles one of an English lad – strong, and rich. He is currently through the oh so lovely changes of puberty and with those changes comes a change in voice. Some days he'll sound like a little girl while on other days he comes out with a voice that seems too deep for his body. What doesn't change ever however is the hardness of his voice. He doesn't have a voice that could be considered soft for he is much too loud for that. His voice could be described as fun, for he tends to add a quick 'higher tone' in his voice every now and again to make his voice sound more interesting. When he is talking, he seems to talk more with his hands then his mouth, for with every other word his hands give an almost frantic gesture to help illustrate what he wants to say.
Dave marches around the school in a way that is both coy and self-assured. The confidence: His mother ‘weaned’ her children since an early age to walk with perfect posture, and certainly, her three boys caught on scarcely feeling the consequences for not obeying her. The modesty: Dave contemplates too much about his demeanor in addition to the fact his eyes are averted towards the ground, his movements appear very jerky and grasshopper-like. He generally keeps against the wall speculating that the older students would hang him upside-down from the ceiling if he didn’t do so. As he gets older, Dave will probably grow into his limbs to achieve a more balanced boy in terms of proportion. For now, though, he tends to hold himself in an awkward way, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. He walks with quick, short steps as if he is in a hurry, either wringing his hands together or stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He has never really found himself a real Muggle style. He doesn’t wear much black or eyeliner for that matter. Ripped jeans and black 'dog collars' with spikes doesn't appeal to him. Wearing pants down to his knees along with a ‘Yo’ after every other sentence isn’t exactly him. He doesn’t add, ‘like’ in-between every word or wear clothes that suit his ‘body-type’ in colours making him look ‘like totally terrific’. There is no protractor taped by his heart or glasses atop of his nose. Nor does he find pride in wearing school jerseys, acting as if he owns the school. Dave. Well. He is just Dave, not really falling into a specific group. He does have a light tendency of layering his clothing however; the colours don’t really matter. His normal garments could include the following: a dark navy sweater with a white golf shirt underneath with the cuff up high into his hairline. A nice pair of loose-fitting jeans (normally taken in at the waist) adorns his legs and hips along with a dull black belt. A pair of white sneakers rest upon his feet, the laces never tied along with a pair of crisp white socks. Basically, whatever is currently top of the drawer.
Being Muggle-born, Dave never had the opportunity to learn how to truly wear wizarding robes in the correct fashion until first being dumped on Hogwart’s doorstep. Therefore, upon taking his first step into Hogwarts, his robes were as misplaced and distorted as the average Pureblooded wizard wearing Muggle clothing for the first time. Although he has had several lessons in the past three years, he still doesn’t quite understand how to place the robes, what wizarding robe colors coordinate well together and the like. Hence the reason when walking around the school, one side of the robes is slung off his shoulder, his buttons are in the wrong holes, and he is trailing mud wherever he goes. Perhaps the latter of the three has nothing to do with to do with how he doesn't understand how to wear the robes, but it is true. Only Merlin knows what he has been doing to get mud all over the bottom of his robes. He is also commonly found with twigs hanging out of is hair and dirt smudged underneath his eyes. Once again, only Merlin knows what he has been doing before hand.
[ Personality Character Description: ]
With an entire look of impeccability, one may think that David is innocent (go figure), coy, and rather apprehensive. Certainly this is how he clearly seems to be when you first introduce yourself to him for generally everyone reacts in an identical way. With a faltering voice, a rapid 'umm' amid every other word, a lost puppy-look, and the haynty pulsing back and fro on the balls of his feet, it is quite apparent to where the remark of him being shy originated. However, give him the time and he's sure to warm up. After breaking through his barrier one may contented (or not, depending on the personality) to have spent the time to get to know him. Being 13, he undoubtedly doesn't fit under the temperamental stereotype per say. No. He acts more so like a permanently hyper seven-year-old. Always smiling, bouncing rather then walking, and coming up with a stupid remark with nearly everything pushed towards him. His naivety is overwhelming - he finds a tree frog more interesting then a girl any day.
Leading through his naivety, his curiosity is rather strong. He's willing to go out into the world, explore and discover something new. Nature triggers his curiosity; what could possibly be more interesting to a boy like Dave then a caterpillar climbing up a tree? Dave isn't the type however to go research a topic through books, he isn't a reading learner, perhaps the reason he doesn't do fantastic in school. Dave is a hands-on and picture learner, and therefore when he sees a bug or snake, his first instinct is to go touch it, examine it and learn something. His curiosity otherwise isn't very valid for researching/learning through books has never been his bag. Reading instead triggers an instant daydream of what else he could be doing or a nap.
Let it be a cold day in hell when Dave is in a particularly foul mood. Reason being he has no reason to be in a horrid mood; he gets what he wants, no tragic past, and doesn't get depressed over what other people insult him about. Just a happy-go-lucky guy in that sense. What happens more then half the time while in a foul mood is he snaps back then forgets of the incident less then 20 minutes later when his attention is diverted elsewhere. He inherited his snappiness from his mother being the expressive free-minded lady she is. His comebacks are often oxymoronic. For an example he could be insulted on something like his funny ears when his comeback would be an insult pertaining to the lack of magical bloodline in the family when he is a Muggleborn wizard himself. Oxymoronic indeed. When something is biting at him longer then five minutes, he will tell someone making him a rather open-person. In occasions where he says what is on his mind, he often dumps the problem on someone else and -once again- forgetting 20 minutes later leaving the person with his problem.
Loyalty is perhaps David's second greatest personality trait for he is furiously loyal to his friends and doesn't have the heart to let them down. Standing up for his friends and not leaving them behind with the toughest of times is quite the second nature to David for he does so on a regular basis. In most situations, he is often left with friends whom are too worried about themselves when a problem arouses and abandon him with a snap of the fingers. In these cases, David will think along the lines of "It must have been something I said or did...". Blaming himself over something he didn't do, and showing loyalty after being backstabbed (in a way) - quite implausible, but since when did boys make much sense?
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