Braxton McKenneth

[Braxton McKenneth]

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Braxton McKenneth
Age:
17
Year:
7^th
House:
Slytherin
Blood Line:
Pure
Personality:
Before Hogwarts, Braxton was always a loner; loving the independent life rather than an extreme social life. He still shows signs of this 'I-can-do-it-by-myself' outlook, and has learned not to count on any one person. He isn't necessarily shy, he just prefers to be isolated from the rest. Some people find this intimidating, because [without noticing his actions] he usually has a scowl on his face while he's in deep thought. He hates the optimistic, cheery people that wake up every morning on a mission to communicate with him and try to make him happy. It takes time for him to trust people. If you leave him alone, he'll leave you alone.

Along with being a loner, you'll very rarely see Braxton smile, but rather have a sly smirk on his face. It's a definite sign that something's going on in that head of his, and most likely not anything good, especially with his love of pulling wild pranks. It's obvious that he judges others on appearance, or the way they act around other people. If he doesn't like what he sees, he's not going to give you the light of day. He doesn't believe in talking to people when they don't deserve it. Which brings us to the number one thing he despises most; fake people or posers.

Braxton's love life isn't very..loving. He has a fear of letting people become too close to him, which makes relationships difficult. He's more of a 'one night stand' type of person, rather than a long-term relationship. He is actually, very sensitive, much to popular belief, but will never show it. How would it look if a Slytherin teenage boy went around spilling his feelings to everyone he met?

History:
Born on the night of September 21^st, a baby boy was given life to Christian and Nina McKenneth; two devoted wizards who wanted nothing more than to have a son and teach him their ways. Being very strict, Braxton grew up watching all of the other children play outside while he sat beside the window, his face pressed longingly against the glass. Maybe it was because his parents didn't want to lose their baby boy, and keeping him inside at all times was the best solution; Braxton was never really sure. He only had one friend at the time; a girl by the name of Jenni.

She would notice him staring out of his window, and one day knocked on his door. They lived in a wizarding community, so he knew his parents wouldn't be upset, since it wasn't like he was talking to a muggle or something. They would play from morning til sundown almost everyday, that was.. until that day. Braxton only remembered waking up one morning and finding Jenni's house empty, the only thing left was a picture on the kitchen wall.

Around that time, his parents began bickering constantly; their fights becoming longer and louder each time. Braxton would shut himself in his room, to avoid the noise, since they didn't seem to care if he was in the room or not. Nina couldn't take it anymore, and one day grabbed Braxton [he was about 9 at this time] out of bed along with a few trunks and suitcases, and they left. His mother worked for the Ministry, and did fairly well, so their new house seemed like a mansion to Braxton. From then on, he was spoiled and would often show off his new toys to the neighbors who couldn't afford what he had gotten.

It was no surprise whenever Braxton turned eleven that he recieved his acceptance letter to Hogwarts and no more of a shock when he was placed in the Slytherin house. He's grown to like the school and, this being his last year, he hopes to leave his mark on the place.
Appearance:
Braxton has an olive complexion, that's actually pretty pale since he's half Latino. Since he spends a lot of his time indoors, he usually always stays this color, no tans. He's actually built farely well though; not too tall, a six pack, the usual things people [by people I mean girls] look for. Along his right arm he has a tattoo that he got the summer before his sixth year as an early birthday present to himself and plans to get more when the time comes.

His hair is longer than some, and red at the tips. It's naturally black, which is one thing about his appearance that he actually likes. The main thing people notice however, at first glance, are his eyes. They're rather large and are often made to look bigger by the eyeliner he occasionally wears. It's one thing that makes him stand out from the average Hogwarts student.
RP Sample:
Mikey Lynch had been peacefully sleeping in his dormitory, laying down flat on his stomach with his head buried in his pillow. A faint scratching sound coming from underneath his bed. He had lifted his head slowly and looked around. The other guys were still asleep and Mikey's hair was covering his entire face. He swiped it out of the way and propped himself up on his elbows. He wiped his face with his hands to wake himself up, then leaned over his bed and peered underneath. He couldn't see anything, and just assumed it was a lizard or something. Hopefully it wasn't a mouse or something. Okay, so it sounded a little retarded to be afraid of something like a mouse, but Mikey was. Snakes and spiders weren't anything compared to those things. He let out a sigh of relief before rolling back over on his bed, tangled in the sheets. He kicked them off like some old eccentric guy attempting karate and jumped out of the bed.

He dragged himself to the old dresser in the front of the room and opened up one of the drawers to pull out his black jeans, an Atreyu t-shirt, and one of his white studded belts. He put them on without managing to wake up anyone else. He sat back down on his bed and reached underneath to pull out his converse, where yesterday during class he had taken a sharpie and written his name across on of them. He slipped them on his feet and then with one last look around the room he walked out of the door, wincing when out of habit he slammed the door closed. Knowing he was going to get some comments about his exit from the other guys, he quickly walked down the hall.

Mikey's next decision was to decide where to go now. It was so easy to choose when it wasn't the weekend, because the only choice you had was to go to class, unless you skipped or something. Mikey had really never seen the point in skipping, because then you just had to make everything up. So just sitting in class bored as hell and not paying attention to what was being said seemed like a better option, which was what Mikey always did, because even if he tried, he was unable to focus when things weren't entertaining, especially when he had just drank a bottle of mountain dew.

He continued to walk down the staircases and hallways of the school, swiping his hair every now and then so he could actually see where he was going, until he finally reached the entrance. He pushed open the doors and stepped out in the sunlight of the outdoors. He kept walking towards the beach until he finally stepped onto the sandy shores. He looked out at the waves crashing in the distance and the groups of people quietly playing and talking to one another. He caught sight of a girl, seeming to be by herself and drawing something. He walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder to see what she was sketching with a little nod. She was pretty good at the art thing, something Mikey couldn't exactly say about himself.

He cleared his throat before deciding it wouldn't hurt to say something to the girl. "You draw really good." Mikey told her, finally taking a seat on the sand and swiping his hair one more time.
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