Aug 30, 2023 10:15:25 GMT
Hendrix Diesel Rider
15 Sept 18, 2003 Student Hogwarts/Slytherin/5th Half-blood (believes he is Pureblood) London | PERSONALITY: Drixx is confident to the point of arrogance. He knows who he is and where he belongs in the world. He works hard at what he puts his mind to in order to ensure he excels. ASPIRATION: Drixx’s desire is to eventually work as an Unspeakable in the Ministry of Magic like his grandfather had. | LIKES: -Being the center of attention -music (listening and playing) -classes (ones he finds useful) -reading, wizard chess (strategy games) -Dueling and Dark Arts DISLIKES: -Muggles and anything associated with them -Flying (although he won't admit it openly) -being overlooked or underestimated -Divination -Not being in control/having to be submissive to those he feels is beneath him |
FAMILY MEMBERS. | Father: Diesel Rider (although unknown to Cal or his immediate family) Mother: Eleni Cadwaladr (deceased) Grandmother: Irene Cadwaladr - 65, never employed Grandfather: Pedr Cadwaladr – 70, retired Unspeakable Aunt: Ambrosia Tristen - 45, never employed Cousin: Diego Oliva Castillo – 19, Magical Menagerie employee |
CHILDHOOD. | Hendrix was born into a wealthy pureblood wizarding family that can trace their family line back to Salazar Slytherin himself, so he’s been told although he’s never seen a family tree. Hence why his middle name is Salazar. Drixx’s mother passed in childbirth, and he was raised by his grandparents. According to his grandparents, his father was an auror with the German Ministry of Magic that had been working in London. The man and his mother had a falling out before she had introduced him to the family or knew she was pregnant. She refused to divulge the man’s name as she did not want him involved in Drixx’s life. Drixx spent his formative years under the watchful eyes of his grandparents. His grandmother was his primary caregiver and saw to his early education as well as his cousin’s. That is until Leo was sent to live with his paternal grandfather in America to ‘adjust his social ideals.’ In addition to basic studies such as reading and math, he was taught a love of music, song, dance and language. He played the violin since he was big enough to hold one, and also plays the piano and cello. He had voice and ballet lessons for a few years when he was younger, until his grandfather deemed him too old for sissy endeavors, but he has never lost a love of song or dance, however, sticks to the more modern and societally acceptable versions. In addition to English, Drixx is fluent in German and French and can read Latin. His grandfather saw to his social upbringing, ensuring he knew and socialized with the “right” people. He understands what muggles are and that they are beneath him as is anyone who does not have the appropriate pedigree. His grandfather had a propensity for potions and enjoyed spending time in his own lab. From the time he was three he was taught the basics of potions and by the time he was seven was helping his grandfather invent their own. Drixx’s love of potions has not diminished, nor has his desire to push the limits on what he can accomplish, given time and opportunity. As his grandfather was an Unspeakable, he grew up in and around the Ministry of Magic. While having never actually been inside his grandfather’s office, nor does he have an understanding of what his grandfather did on a day-to-day basis, his admiration for his grandfather left its mark and his desire to follow in his father’s and grandfather’s footsteps and work for one of the world Ministries has followed him throughout his life. His love and appreciation for the Dark Arts was initiated when he was seven and he stumbled across several books on the subject tucked away in his grandfather’s study. His favorite at that time was The Nightshade Guide to Necromancy, which he read cover to cover more than once before reaching school age. His grandfather caught him with it one evening and instead of taking the book from him, made it a nightly lesson, ensuring Drixx understood exactly what was written. He learned from his grandfather that knowledge for knowledge’s sake was important, as well as the fact that it was impossible to master defending against something you did not fully comprehend. His grandfather still bears the scar from the Dark Mark, although it is only at home or within the correct circles that he acknowledges any pride in it and what it stood for. Drixx understands his grandfather worked hard to overcome the stigma of and earn his place within the Ministry. |
SCHOOL YEARS. | Drixx desired to attend Durmstrang, however his grandparents refused to seek admission for him, wanting to keep him closer to home, or at least that was what he was told. He stepped off the boat to Hogwarts as a first year as if he owned the place, or at the very least was certain he belonged there. There were no nerves going into the sorting ceremony as he was certain he would be sorted into Slytherin. It was, after all, where both his grandparents and his mother spent their time within these walls. The Sorting Hat flitted with the idea of placing him in Ravenclaw, but he adamantly identified with Slytherin and was ultimately placed there. The idea of Ravenclaw rattled him, he ultimately chalked it up to his father, not knowing who he was let alone where he’d gone to school or, if he’d attended Hogwarts, what house he’d been in. The incident was the start of his wanting to find his father and understand that side of his family, and perhaps further his family’s contacts within the Pureblood wizarding community. His first two years passed without anything interesting happening. He maintained stellar grades, took to fiddling with his violin (pun intended) and rewriting the instrumentation for his favorite rock songs to include violin and cello. Like any respectable pureblood, Drixx attempts to keep anyone who is not a pureblood at arm’s length if that close, especially if they are in his own house. This allowed him to keep his head down and keep out of the spotlight during his third year when the muggleborns started disappearing and suspicions of families involved were being cast about. He enjoyed the blood segregation while it lasted, however he continues to segregate to the best of his ability. Towards the end of his fourth year, with the blood purity situations surrounding most everything, he starts to wonder more about his own father. He’s been raised to believe his father was a pureblood, however, he has no physical proof. He began to do research into members of the German Ministry but was coming up short on pureblood wizards that would have cause to have been in London during the time he was conceived. Not that he had an exhaustive list by any means, but his lack of information has him wanting more than ever to find the connection to his father’s family. |
ADULDHOOD. | Not Applicable |
Special Situations
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RP SAMPLE (200 words min.)
(Note: From previous site)
Loce managed to find his way to the 7th floor corridor, stupid moving staircases…. He wondered what time it was. He shouldn’t be late, he’d given himself enough time to get lost, seeing as he’d managed to do that several times that day already. He almost envied first years having a bit of guidance, even if it was usually given in the guise of rude comments about intelligence. He slowed his pace, his gaze glancing from side to side, examining each painting. A wizard teaching trolls ballet. Either they had some odd idea of what merited wall space, or she had sent him on a wild goose chase. He was beginning to believe it was the latter when he spotted it. He sighed, wondering why he was nervous. He’d half expected her to not show up or show up with authority figures. But if that was the case, they would have stopped him by now.
Loce managed to find his way to the 7th floor corridor, stupid moving staircases…. He wondered what time it was. He shouldn’t be late, he’d given himself enough time to get lost, seeing as he’d managed to do that several times that day already. He almost envied first years having a bit of guidance, even if it was usually given in the guise of rude comments about intelligence. He slowed his pace, his gaze glancing from side to side, examining each painting. A wizard teaching trolls ballet. Either they had some odd idea of what merited wall space, or she had sent him on a wild goose chase. He was beginning to believe it was the latter when he spotted it. He sighed, wondering why he was nervous. He’d half expected her to not show up or show up with authority figures. But if that was the case, they would have stopped him by now.
He watched the painting for a moment, the trolls tripped over each other and almost trampled the wizard who scampered away to hide behind the frame. He rolled his eyes, at least it was a memorable place to locate the room, then again if it was a secret room, was that prudent? He had to think, what had she said… It only opened to those who really needed it. But how would it know they both needed it for the same thing at the same time?
He shrugged, not knowing how or where the entrance would appear he decided it best to pace. He’d have a better chance of noticing a secret door, or a small opening if he were moving rather than standing in one spot. “We…Anneli and I… need a reading room away from prying eyes.” He muttered the request under his breath, watching the wall closely. Nothing… absolutely nothing happened.
Maybe he’d not phrased it correctly? He began to pace again, glancing at the painting in assurance he was in the right location. “Anneli and I need a reading room away from prying eyes.” He didn’t raise his voice, but he did say it with more commitment. Still nothing. He paused on the far side of the painting and shook his head. Perhaps she had been playing him, not that he could imagine why she would want to or what she would get out of it. Unless she knew Maddie… how he didn’t know, but anything was possible.
About to give up he walked back past the painting, I could really have used her friendship, not to mention a reading room away from prying eyes. As he finished his thought a small door shimmered into existence on the wall. He stared for a moment before lifting the latch and pushing it open.
He whistled as he entered the room. Shelves, mostly empty, lined the walls. There were tables as well as overstuffed chairs and couches throughout the room. He walked over to one of the couches and plopped down into it, the leather gave little, but it was comfortable enough. He set a bag on the table and pulled a box larger than the bag out and set it on the table in front of him. He’d have to unlock it if… When she showed. He leaned back into the couch, wondering what time it was.
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