Post by KIERAN JARED BLETCHLEY on Jul 24, 2014 6:16:16 GMT -5
 kieran bletchley eighteen muggle born auror trainee, aiming for hit wizard/musician sycamore, veela hair, 10 and a half inches BIRTHDAY: - eighteen, 19th november, 2004 PATRONUS: - grizzly bear ABILITIES: - animagus - grizzly bear - legillimency you want to know who i am? well my name is kieran bletchley and eighteen years ago to the day i was what was known as a dumpster baby. myself, along with my twin brother jay were left for dead in some random bin behind a restaurant. so it's clear that our presence wasn't wanted in the world. however that changed when someone pulled us from the beds of rubbish that we had been laying in and took us somewhere we could be adopted out. or that's how i assumed it happened. i only just found out that i was adopted, and i don't remember what happened at that point, i was less than a week old, remember? anyway we got adopted by this couple, who we'd grow up calling mom and dad. people thought they were weird apparently, adopting outside of the magical world, but they did and they got us. although our parents wouldn't tell us that we were adopted till we were seventeen so this part of the story is a little less important. didn't matter to them that we might never grow up magical, they just wanted children magical or not. they raised us, loved us and gave us what we needed and most things we wanted. except, and i only remember parts of this, but my mother is forever telling me about it; i was three, and shopping with our father for something (she never tells me what we were shopping for, so i always assumed she doesn't know) but i blew up a shop. well half a shop. there was a candle in the window and my father wouldn't let me touch it, i have this thing about fire you see? i'm drawn to it. always have been. but getting back to the story, i reached to touch it and got pulled back and screamed my head off, the next moment the wall behind the candle was alight and my father grabbed my brother and i back as jars and bottles started exploding. i have a scar on my cheek from a piece of glass that sliced me as my father apparated us out of there. that was my first experience at magic, and when my parents first realised that i had them. my brothers powers came out first, he was the lucky one. around this time my parents also started to notice that i lacked the ability to sit still, to focus my attention on just one thing and i often stopped things before i finished them. it wasn't that i was lazy and a quitter, something else just always seemed to grab my attention. my brother and i were always close. i guess it's the twin thing but it's always felt like more. he's always been my best friend. when something goes wrong he's the one i straight away think about telling. i know if you don't have someone like that in your life it's hard to understand but trust me, it's like i feel when he's in trouble. don't expect me to explain it because i'm not going to bother. there's no point. needless to say i'm protective of him, all the trouble he got himself into. but that's for him to tell you and not me, you want to know go ask him. when my sister got adopted it was great. finally my parents had someone other than my brother and i to shower their affection one, and she was girl so of course they could spoil her with all the things they hadn't been able to with us. we didn't mind though. it wasn't like they started ignoring us or anything, they loved us just the same. anyway, getting back to growing up, we heard about hogwarts. our parents told us how they'd met, the quidditch games and the different houses and how they'd both been in slytherin. that's the house i wanted to get into. of course we heard the horror story of the wizarding war, and how people died and life was terrible for everyone if they didn't follow the dark lord, which my parents family weren't really fussed about his cause. but i want to be a slytherin because my parents were in it. it was also around this time that i discovered the guitar. i love it. spending an afternoon sitting by a tree plucking strings is a great way for me to relax and honestly i think better when i'm moving my fingers, which is why you'll always see me tapping my fingers or playing a few strings under a table while i'm writing in exams or tests or anything like that. okay getting off track again, where were we? hogwarts that's right. so we went to hogwarts my brother and i and of course we were sorted to where our family had gone. which is weird when you think about it. we were adopted from muggle parents, not related to the bletchy family in any way, and we get landed in slytherin. i'm sure the hat would have known we weren't really purebloods, but i guess it didn't matter. or did it? i'm not sure. so school was great. made friends, did school work. there's not really much to say honestly. i was the good kid. well compared to what my brother got up to. sure i got told off for not paying attention, for tapping my fingers in class and handing in work that was half done because i'd gotten bored with it. but that settled down a little by the third year. i tried to focus more and complete my work. after all i didn't want to graduate with bad marks, there was no way i was getting less than e's in my owl and newts when i had to do them. i didn't want to live in a box for the rest of my life and at this point i had the family name to carry on, to take a job that would make my parents proud. i did learn that i hate flying. with a passion. i'm not built for it. my brother gets all that glory. i'm clumsy on a broom, madam hooch told me that she'd never seen anyone fall off a broom so much, while being so close to the ground. so needless to say, i didn't do well in flying class. but other than that i started doing okay in school. i only took the classes that i know would interest me, like defence against the dark arts or potions or anything that was actually using magic rather than sitting there and learning from a book, because that's when i got bored. and it paid off. i was going to graduate from school with the marks i needed to enter the auror program, i did. but i wasn't aiming to be an auror. i want to be a hit wizard. that's my goal. weird that a bletchley would go into law enforcement, but our family isn't that bad. but after this, my parents dropped a bombshell on me and my brother. we were adopted, and we were muggleborn. needless to say that threw us. after being raised to believe the blood pumping through our veins was pure only to find out that it wasn't was weird. i don't think i spoke to my parents for about three days. which in my time, is the longest ive ever gone without talking to someone. if you haven't picked it by now i love to talk, about anything and everything to just about anyone. though i have to say, being told i was muggleborn changed my views on them. through school i had always been a bit snobbish to the people who i knew weren't pure blood, because i didn't think they belonged there to be honest. i mean there was nothing wrong with being a muggle, but magic is for the magical blood. merlin if i had only known. i don't hold it against my parents. but i want to know why i was left in a dumpster with my brother. you start to wonder what you did wrong to be given away, even if it's not rational thinking. but getting back to the story, i started writing music after that. i still do, i'm a budding musician wanting to be a hit wizard. it's not glamorous like my brothers quidditch life but it pays the bills and allows me to live away from my parents. because no one wants to stay with their parents forever, do they? hey guys, my name is SHADOW! and I am rocking it at TWENTY ONE years old, role-playing for roughly SIX years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the AUSSIE time zone, and hail from AUSTRALIA so how about that! currently my character looks just like DEAN GEYER or so i am told! I found y'all at VIA AN ADD and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as JAKE MARTIN, TANNER WEASLEY, CLEITUS LUGUBELENUS, ALBUS POTTER, ECHO SCOTT, RANGER WOOD AND LAURIE FLINT, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
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