Post by Caden Hartley on May 18, 2009 18:06:41 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Caden Jacob Hartley
AGE:17
YEAR or OCCUPATION:7th
BIRTHDAY:March 29th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:Hufflepuff
FAMILY: Katarina (Fenchurch) Hartley - 44 - Socialite
Vladmir Hartley - 46 - Entrepreneur
ANYTHING ELSE: In all aspects of the term, Caden is a nice guy. He is your typical, out of the ordinary gentlemen. He enjoys hearing praise, which may signify that he has a pride issue, but usually that doesn't come into play. Most of the time, he generally just likes to know that he's doing a good job. Making a difference in people's lives is something he likes to do. Knowing he put a smile on someone's face, or gave someone the help they needed, that's enough to set Caden for the day.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
hi, my name is lills and i joined because i made it =].
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Caden Jacob Hartley
AGE:17
YEAR or OCCUPATION:7th
BIRTHDAY:March 29th
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:Hufflepuff
FAMILY: Katarina (Fenchurch) Hartley - 44 - Socialite
Vladmir Hartley - 46 - Entrepreneur
ANYTHING ELSE: In all aspects of the term, Caden is a nice guy. He is your typical, out of the ordinary gentlemen. He enjoys hearing praise, which may signify that he has a pride issue, but usually that doesn't come into play. Most of the time, he generally just likes to know that he's doing a good job. Making a difference in people's lives is something he likes to do. Knowing he put a smile on someone's face, or gave someone the help they needed, that's enough to set Caden for the day.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
There was only one period before dinner, and then the students would be able to mingle and do as they pleased. That was the time of day that most looked forward to. When the teachers set them loose and they were able to run down to the Great Hall and laugh and carry on. Dorian wished that he were able to do such things, but sadly that had been denied him. He had taken the lonely road of life since the age of seven, and it hadn't exactly been fair to him. no friends, no loves, just his parents to guide him through his bleak life. He had only progressed twenty six years, but many more were to follow...and yet, he wouldn't age a day.
A cursed life was what he had, and a cursed life was what he lived. A vampire, Dorian Roden was a vampire. He hated every second of his life since that fateful trip to Transylvania. He should have stayed by his parents side. He shouldn't have been so foolish as to run off...but then you can't change the past. Dorian was now twenty six years old, and just as filled with sorrow as he had been after his bite. He had been denied everything except his parents love growing up, and that had been pure cruelty.
Now though...now he was a Professor. A Professor? Who would hire such a man? Minerva McGonagall, that was who. she had found that his skills in the art of Transfiguration, the subject she had preciously taught, were great. He was clever and skilled, and his immortality hindrance didn't keep him from having a normal job. The post was given to him, and there he was.
He thought of all of this as he sat in his dark classroom, his sixth and seventh years scribbling out the essays he had assigned only a few moments earlier. They were unaware of what he was, though he assumed some had guessed. pale complexion, always dark classroom, and never comes out during the day. All of the signs were there.
"Right. Does anyone need help with the incantation we went over yesterday?" Dorian asked over the scribbling of the quills. "I know Rosalyn had trouble with it the other day." He peered over at a girl with curly red locks. She blushed lightly at her name being addressed, probably embarrassed that he had said she was having trouble. She probably felt that she was quite stupid now.
"Well, if any of you are too shy to ask for help, it's really very simple. He said the Latin phrase clearly as he pointed at his desk, and the whole thing became a small hedgehog. He then muttered another incantation, and his desk reappeared. "I hope you all are fine with that spell now, as we move on to a new chapter tomorrow."
The bell than rang and the sound of chairs scraping across the floor resonated throughout the darkened room.
"See you all at dinner than, and good job." he said in the brightest voice he could muster. Dorian Roden didn't do bright. he never felt bright, and he certainly didn't find himself going into light that was bright.
A cursed life was what he had, and a cursed life was what he lived. A vampire, Dorian Roden was a vampire. He hated every second of his life since that fateful trip to Transylvania. He should have stayed by his parents side. He shouldn't have been so foolish as to run off...but then you can't change the past. Dorian was now twenty six years old, and just as filled with sorrow as he had been after his bite. He had been denied everything except his parents love growing up, and that had been pure cruelty.
Now though...now he was a Professor. A Professor? Who would hire such a man? Minerva McGonagall, that was who. she had found that his skills in the art of Transfiguration, the subject she had preciously taught, were great. He was clever and skilled, and his immortality hindrance didn't keep him from having a normal job. The post was given to him, and there he was.
He thought of all of this as he sat in his dark classroom, his sixth and seventh years scribbling out the essays he had assigned only a few moments earlier. They were unaware of what he was, though he assumed some had guessed. pale complexion, always dark classroom, and never comes out during the day. All of the signs were there.
"Right. Does anyone need help with the incantation we went over yesterday?" Dorian asked over the scribbling of the quills. "I know Rosalyn had trouble with it the other day." He peered over at a girl with curly red locks. She blushed lightly at her name being addressed, probably embarrassed that he had said she was having trouble. She probably felt that she was quite stupid now.
"Well, if any of you are too shy to ask for help, it's really very simple. He said the Latin phrase clearly as he pointed at his desk, and the whole thing became a small hedgehog. He then muttered another incantation, and his desk reappeared. "I hope you all are fine with that spell now, as we move on to a new chapter tomorrow."
The bell than rang and the sound of chairs scraping across the floor resonated throughout the darkened room.
"See you all at dinner than, and good job." he said in the brightest voice he could muster. Dorian Roden didn't do bright. he never felt bright, and he certainly didn't find himself going into light that was bright.
