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General
Name: Damien Faust
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Blood: Pure
Personality: Damien is usually quiet, calm and has his nose buried in a book. Again he takes after his father in his thirst for knowledge especially about more ancient magics and things like rune magic and arithmacy. But he is ever experimental, enjoying experimentation with incantation, script and potions he gets in over his head and can be too stubborn to ask for help when he may need it. He holds a close bond with his sister however and she is usually the first he goes to, despite her being two years younger.

Bookworm though he may be most of the time, he is not anti-social. A bit of prodding and he set his studies, personal or otherwise, to play. He enjoys Quidditch as well as many muggle games such as football (aka Soccer, NOT the American kind). As it’s stated in his appearance, he’s no athletic master but he does enjoy time away from the books to take a swim, run about, or join in with a game of snow wars.

The last thing that really should be mentioned is that, again so much like his father, he is daft. Subtle does not work and he is not very subtle himself, for all his brains sometimes things just go straight over his head... but this all only applies around non-related females.

History: First and foremost it must be stated that his conception was an accident. His father, Emanuel Faust and his mother, Gaia Mourne (now Faust), were young and stupid, having a fling while both attended an Auror Academy in England. He was her squad leader at the time and what started out as a harmless relationship, based mostly on sex, turned into what is now a rather happy marriage from which two kids have come from. Both of his parents are half-blooded so his bloodline is much the same.

He was born into a chaotic world. Gaia’s family life was a far cry from normal with her Wizard father and his Muggle twin... needless to say the woman had been under a great deal of stress all though her pregnancy. Gaia’s relationship with Damien’s father was tense for the first few months before eventually she could not deny the man his son and long story short they got married.

Two years later his sister was born and live became all the more interesting. Two years his junior, they created a close bond that only created a zillion headaches for their parents. They were troublemakers together from the moment she could crawl. As normal a wizarding life as there could be I suppose. His mother encouraged him to mingle with muggles and warned him of his restrictions to keep their lives somewhat a secret. It wasn’t all that hard.

There really is not anything extraordinary about his history. A simple small family that managed a good balance between muggle and magic... Though once he started attending school, he came home and started teaching his sister. Needless to say they trouble they got into only became worse. But he has no dramatic sob of a history and all things considered he leads a happy life in and out of school.

Appearance
Height: 6'0"
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Body Type: Lithe
Other: Damien looks like his father in many ways from the style of his hair to the shape of his face. The brown locks with their medium length often fall into his eyes and occasionally slicks the strands back for a cleaner look but his sister says that just makes him look sinister. He gets his lips however from his mother and a defining mark for him is the dimple of his left cheek when he grins. He likes to work with his hands as much as he does with magic therefore he has long and nimble fingers, the nails of which shows his nervous habit of biting them.

School Related
Preferred house: Ravenclaw
Wand: 12.5, birch, phoenix feather core
Pet: A horned lizard named Lex.
Best Subject: Charms or Potions
Worst Subject: Care of Magic Creatures
Death Eater/Order Member In Training Neither

RP Sample
Groaning, Damien rolled over in his bed and pulled the pillow over his head. He did not want to wake up yet, it was Saturday, but his body was fighting his mind. It was one of those mornings where he knew he shouldn’t have opened his eyes when that first urge to do so came over him. Where he knew, had he just rolled over and pulled the blankets up over his head he would have fallen back into his dreams for another hour or two... or three... But no. He’d opened his eyes and looked at the clock out of idle curiosity. Eight thirty nine. In the morning... on a SATURDAY MORNING... and he was up.

Growling finally he yanked the pillow off his head, pulled the sheets off and swung his feet over the end of the four-poster. The seven-teen year old boy yet out a yawn fit for a lion while extending his arms over his head for a good morning stretch. Various joints popped and cracked but it felt oh so good in the end. Not bothering with slippers he moved to his trunk and pulled out a black turtleneck tank top and a pair of sweat pants. Simple, clean, black. It was good enough especially if he was just going down for a quick bite.

The last thing he grabbed on the way out the door was the wrist sheath his father had made him for his wand. It looked like a simple black leather bracer from the top but along the underside of his forearm it held his wand; twelve and a half inches, birch, phoenix feather core. He didn’t like the reach hip holsters. This was faster. And made it easy to do seemingly wandless magic while his hands were full..