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Name: Damien Theodor Wronski
Parents: Josef Wronski and Joscelind Wadcock
DOB: 2002
Blood Status: Pure
Siblings: [F] ??? Wronski [unknown; 7th year]
[F] ??? Wronski [unknown; 6th year]
Year: seventh
House: Slytherin
Wand: eleven and a half inches, Runespore fang, oak
Pet: Snow white owl
Broom: Top of the line Firebolt
Patronus: A bear
Boggart: Mermaid
Dementor: One of the times when he was hit
Erised: To be a good son
Family: Malfoy Loyaltist
Member Title: fear not of [[e.v.i.l]]
Appearance:“I don’t know. This is a weird question, and I really don’t want to come off as cocky. But I suppose I have to do it right? Otherwise people wouldn’t know what I look like and then I would be rather screwed over. Or at least I think that I would be. Really, it wouldn’t be so bad. Because then people would stop being so shallow and actually care about what [or who] I am on the inside and instead of what I look like. God, I could be an entire jerk and people would still find someway to love me if I had a pretty face. Yet, I digress. Let me return to the subject at hand.
“So I’m tall. I’m 6' 2.5". I guess that’s tall right? I think that it’s normal, but apparently no one else does. Maybe they are all just abnormally short and I’m just regular height. Really, I think that is what it is and they just say that I’m tall so that they don’t have to feel bad. Because really, I’m a normal height for a teenage boy. Whatever, that’s not really that important is it? Either way you look at it, I’m 6' 2.5', and if you think that its tall, or you think that its short, that’s your opinion and there is nothing that I can do about it. So there. God, that sounded rude. But it’s just hard to describe yourself by how you look. Like I could say anything I wanted and it all really comes off as how I say it, you know what I mean. Like I could say, ‘I’m vertically challenged at 6'2.5"’ and then people would be like, ‘poor boy’. Or I could say, ‘I am practically the next Jack and the beanstalk,’ and people would be like, ‘OMFGJACKANDTHEBEANSTALKEXISTS!’ That’s the problem with writing you know, is that you can manipulate it to aid you. Beautiful really. Oh, crap, where was I? Sorry, I’ll try and stay focused. Or at least be a neutral narrator instead of an unreliable one.
“My eyes are brown. Not blue, not green, not hazel- brown. Like trees. Really dark brown. All my life I’ve had this weird fetish about eyes, because I believe what Edgar Allan Poe used to think about the eyes being the windows to the soul. God, I love eyes- but I hate mine. Their not special or unique at all. They are just brown, like the majority of every other person that has decided to walk upon this earth. And it kind of sucks. Hogwarts seems jam packed of people with really startling eyes, and I have to say its rather annoying walking around with your turn of the mill brown average ones. And yet I digress again.
“I have brown hair as well, and it’s usually short unless I get utterly lazy and let it grow out which rarely happens. I like my hair, because I think that blonde is overused and I think that blonde hair against my skin would actually look really, really bad. I don’t know, maybe it wouldn’t but I don’t think that is true at all. See, I’m not white. I can’t pull of blonde hair. I’m Spanish. Actually, I’m from Brazil. But I guess that we are going to have to wait and get into that later, aren’t we? Either way, I’m tan and therefore brown is the only thing that looks good against my tan skin. No, I don’t dye my hair. That’s just the way it is and that’s just the way that it is always going to be, so stop trying to pressure me to change it. God.
“As for my style.. Well I would say that I am clean cut for the most part, although sometimes I get really lazy and let a little hint of a mustache grow out. But that usually lasts only three days, and its usually when I’m studying up something fierce and don’t have time to shave myself, or am too lazy to shave myself, and therefore that is usually when I get scruffy. Whatever, I know how to take care of myself when it comes down to it, seeing as I take care of my body and I’m well conditioned. I run a lot, as well as play a lot of sports, but I’m not the most jacked guy that you could ever meet. This si probably because I don’t really take myself to seriously. I just want to have fun, and so I play to have fun, not to win. And for that I don’t look like the guys that do a thousand sit ups a night and go lift weights for fun.
“Um, I think that’s about it. God, I hope that I don’t sound too horribly cocky or too self assured. Because I’m not. Or at least I don’t think I am. Is that it? Oh, there is more? Wow, this is some strange interview, huh? Well, I suppose I’ll keep answering. Oh. Oh? Oh, I don’t have a choice? Well, alright, lets fire away then. “
Personality:
“Haha, what a random question. You can’t really describe me. I’m just me. There is no one else like me, and there is no one else that would ever come remotely close to being like me. That’s as plain and simple as it gets. One in a million.
“........
“What do you mean? I have to explain myself? Okay, I’ll try, but I don’t think that I’ll really be able to capture the aura that is around me. Cocky? Maybe. Self-assured? Of course. I love myself, and I am not afraid to admit it at all. I am, or am one of the closest things to being perfect. I’m good looking, I meet my expectations, and well I’m just a general good guy. Yeah, so I can be a bit of a prick at times, but who cares? In fact, I think that those traits make my perfection even clearer. I’m not going to waste my time talking to someone I don’t want to. If I don’t like you, I’ll tell you to shut up and shove it. And If you annoy me, I’ll punch you. Simple and straightforward. But then again, when you grow up in a house as crazy as mine, simple and straightforward are the best ways to do things.
“I don’t like heights. Yeah, I like sports and stuff, but I think that flying around on a piece of wood is perhaps one of the stupidest things that I have ever heard of, and I have no idea why anyone feels the need to do it. So I don’t. I mean, its not like I am scared of heights, I just don’t like them. They make me slightly uncomfortable. And, who does things that make them uncomfortable? No one. Exactly. And if you ever feel the need to repeat that little piece of information with anyone I will be sure to fix your face. Do you understand? Yes, if you haven’t realized yet I am completely violent. I feel as though it is the best way to deal with most problems. For example, if you were to say something right now that I didn’t like I could be a pansy and tell you not to say it again. If you are anything like me all you would do was roll your eyes and say it again just to piss me off. However, if I punched that fucking smirk off your face then you wouldn’t say anything. Right? Yeah, take that smirk off your face bitch, because I don’t like the way your looking at me right now. Thanks.
“Inner sufferings? Oh shut the hell up. I hate the kids that act like they are all tormented when they don’t have a care in the world. Honestly, suck it up and be a man. If something is bothering you, you shut up and take it, and roll with the punches. None of this pansy crap about ‘I’m sad because my mom and dad were never there when I was younger.’ They were never there. Get over it. Its done. Or at least that is the way that I look at it. Or try to. Things don’t hurt anymore, I’ve gone numb. They used too, before when I was a p**** and wasn’t a man. Then I grew up and went with it. Lately, I’ve even stopped to feel everything that’s around me. I just don’t care anymore. Which if you ask me, is the best way to live because then you don’t have to concern yourself with caring about trivial things. You just live.
“Possessive? Who Isn’t? I suppose I am a bit more then I need to be, and sometimes that want can turn into something rather dark and deranged. Only a few people know about though, only a few know the maniac glint that can appear in my eye when I don’t get my way, or something doesn’t go the way I planned. Oh, don’t back away, I assure you it had only happened on a couple of occasions. But mark my words, I will fight for what I believe in, and I will kill anyone who so much as harms any one I love. Especially my younger sister.
”One could describe me as having a hot temper. Though I hardly ever wear my emotions on my sleeve, I do have to admit that I get very mad easily. When I do get mad passed a certain point, there is no stopping what I can do. I guess you could refer to it a bit as being stubborn, but well- that’s just me, and there is nothing else I can say about that. Once again, that falls under me being violent. Strange how aspects of my personality seem to go hand in hand with each other. What? What the f*** did you just ask me? No, bitch don’t try and analyze me and say I do things because something happened in my past. I hate when people try and pull crap like that. God, your making me angry and you aren’t even talking. I think I might just end up punching you before this interview is over.
“Many doctors have classified me simply as “an angry young man” because they say I have some sort of attachment disorder due to my upbringing, and therefore I act out. Yeah, right. I just like hurting people. Get The F*** Over It. I hate when people go all sentimental on me and say stuff like that. It makes me mad and just want to hit them harder in the face. Like I said, I just like hitting things, and I think its stupid when people tell me that I need to do things a certain way, or can’t do things. I’ll do whatever the hell I want, thanks. I just like breaking the rules. And this usually gets me landed in a lot of trouble, but I don’t even care. Actually, I get in trouble way too much for my own good.
“Along with that, I just don’t like authority. Plain and simple as that. Probably induced by my not so secret loathing of my father, I have never gotten along with any sort of authority, and I probably will smack you straight in the effing face if you piss me off. With the exception of my father. With him I shut up, or at least am quiet for a little bit before I lash out. But I take what he dishes out, more because I want to prove to him that I am more of a man than he’ll ever be.
“I know how to work people. I use people a hell of a lot. I don’t really like the word ‘friend’ because it seems so happy go lucky. Most of the time I’ll try and see what I can get out of a ‘friendship’ or what I can gain from it. Because of this I have made a network of very connected friends that allows me to get what I want and get it easily. Manipulative? I suppose. Most people try to act like they aren’t, but I think that everyone is and the people that are just honest are willing to admit it. Everyone looks out for themselves at all times, and if that means that you have to corrupt other people than so be it. You’re actually just outsmarting them. Its actually quite fun. However, very few people catch onto this. Instead, most people seem very taken with me. I have always been rather blessed when it comes to fooling people into thinking things. Therefore I can use different parts of my personality to please the people that I need to please. What can I say, I’m a charmer.
“As you may have realized, I am an ignorant son of a bitch. There really is no more of an explanation to that.
“So I’ve been known to make rash decisions. I don’t really give a damn about what people say I should and should not do, because the more you tell me to not do something the more I am going to do it. So plain and simple, f*** off. I do what I want when I want. Oh, another thing. I like drugs and alcohol. Oh my god, call the goddamn presses. I really don’t care. I bet you’ll probably never actually be able to find me at a time when I’m not high or drunk, or nursing a hangover. I’m not changing. Get. The. f***. Over. It.”
History:
“I’m seventeen. I can’t say that I have much of a history that’s my own. I wish I could tell you of a harrowing tale which consisted of me being left alone and stranded, and having to take care of my nine younger brother and sisters by myself, while attending school and working three jobs. But I can’t say that was true. God, I love how my imagination can just run with the wind, don’t you? But anyways, I digress. Am I supposed to explain something? Oh right, my history. Goddamn. Well, I guess I’ll start at the beginning. One day, two people had sex, and nine months later I popped out of a vagina, all nice and bloody. Seventeen long years later I am here. There you go.
“I was a happy child growing up. I loved my family, all with the exception of my father. He seemed to find reason after reason of getting mad at me, and then we would fight. Fight like all hell. They would escalade too, usually it would be started by something stupid and then it would just build and build, and then before I knew it was being hit and my sisters were being forced out of the room by my mother. Don’t look at me like that, I know my father is a jackass but most of the time I deserved it. My mother never said anything about it. I mean, it’s like normal to hit your kids when their growing up. And I was bad. I liked to act up. A lot. And with my father, I would do it to the point where it was near insane. Anyways, I would drag myself up to my room after and shut the door, and then fall asleep for hours. Have you ever been beat? I didn’t think so. No offense, but you look like you come from a well to do family. Not that mine isn’t, but you know what I mean. You look like you’re from one of those new age families that don’t believe in hitting your kids. Anyways, I don’t know what it is about getting the shit kicked out of you, but it makes you strangely tired. So I would sleep for hours, and sometimes I would hear my sisters whispering outside my door, somewhat concerned. See, my father was only really a jackass to me. But that is beside the point.
“Not that he was around much. He was usually off playing some team or getting drunk. Mom was around a lot more, but even then hardly. Sadly enough, I’ve never spent that much time with her. In fact, I’ve only had a handful of conversations with her through out my life, which is usually when we are awkwardly placed next to each other and she’s attempting at making conversation with me and due to the fact that I’m usually so high I see two of her, I’m struggling to find a way to say anything. Anyways, we used to be a lot closer back when I was younger and my family was my world, but I’ve grown up, and with that left some things behind. Like the way on the rare days she was home I would beg her to make cookies with me, and we would just stay in the kitchen an entire afternoon making cookies from scratch in silence. Back then, words didn’t need to be communicated between us. Silence had it’s own sort of distinctive beauty. Now.... now it’s suffocating. We’ll be near each other for three minutes without saying anything, and I can sense both of our hearts racing frantically, trying to figure out a way to bridge the silence. Then I’ll excuse my self, and I can almost feel her sigh in relief. Is that sad? God, I hope not.
“When I was eleven I was placed among the slithering serpentine that made up the school of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. I didn’t think that I was that evil going in; in fact most people questioned why I was placed in that house. However, the longer I stayed in the den of the snakes the more evil I got. It’s like a poison; it just rubs off on you. I was extremely social when I went to Hogwarts, and still am now. I guess that is the little ‘charmer’ aspect of my personality. I was a party animal when I first entered school, and I’m one leaving. I had my fair share of flings and romances, as well as my drunken nights. That was when my love of alcohol and drugs developed. Then it was still controllable. Now- well that’s another story.
“It was around fourteen when I discovered I could no longer deal with what was being thrown at me, and divulged into the bliss of alcohol and drugs. My parents were hardly ever around, or had hardly ever been around, so they didn’t notice at all. That was fine by me. I went on my way, and the ‘evil’ aspects of my personality only deepened with time. I don’t really care anymore. I don’t really care about anything. As I’ve said, I’ve gone completely numb to this thing called life. Whatever, I’m having fun. That’s what its all about, right?”
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This post has been edited by Vera Cousch on Dec 7 2006, 04:55 PM
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Wronski, Damien Theodor
