Deacon Hyperion Knox

[knoxie]

WHAT ARE WE DOING
FLYING A CAR ?



WE'RE ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD

FULL NAME: Deacon Hyperion Knox
NICKNAMES: Just Deacon.
AGE: February 18th, 1960. (Fifteen)
YEAR: Fifth Year
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
CODE WORD: [Removed by Admin]

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I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE HAVEN'T CRASHED YET

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FACE CLAIM: Drew Fuller
EYE COLOUR: Green
HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown
HEIGHT: 6’1”
WEIGHT: 145lb ; 65kg
APPEARANCE: Nothing else to add.

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WE CRASHED IT RIGHT INTO THE WHOMPING WILLOW

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WHAT A WAY TO ARRIVE[/center][/font]

LIKES:

• Quidditch
  
• Muggle novels
  
• Romance (not flirting, but romance)
  
• Men
  
• Horseback riding (Western style, interestingly enough)

DISLIKES:

• Ignorance
  
• Being dismissed, belittled, or patronized
  
• Whining
  
• His father
  
• Death Eaters
  

BOGGART: Turning into his father.
MIRROR OF ERISED: It may sound cliché, but Deacon wants to have the freedom to live his life the way he sees fit.
PATRONUS: Eagle
PERSONALITY: Deacon has some serious abandonment issues, daddy issues, and an inferiority complex. His father expected him to be perfect all the time no matter what the situation was. Especially during social functions. Because of this, Deacon refuses to let his guard down. He refuses to show weakness of any kind, and has never been able to trust someone enough to open up to them. After discovering his sexuality in second year, Deacon became even more guarded and reclusive. It is the biggest secret he holds, and he often doubts he will ever relinquish his hold on that secret.

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I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE DIDN'T GET EXPELLED

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WAND: 10” ash, dragon heartstring core.
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
PARENTS:
Hyperion Argus Knox / 40 / Hit Wizard
Reagan Aletha Knox / 35/ Housewitch

SIBLINGS:
Sister: Cecelia Daphne Knox, first year Hufflepuff, 11

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Wizarding London
HISTORY: Deacon was born into one of the most wealthy and powerful pureblood families in wizarding London; his childhood was filled with elegant parties and lavish dinners. But that was just the image his family had him projecting to the outside world. His father was a Death Eater, and raised Deacon to follow in his footsteps both as the head of the Knox family, and as a member of Lord Voldemort’s ranks.

Over his dead body. Even if he was raised to follow his father, Deacon had far too much independence and pride to ever be a follower. His father’s teachings may have stuck (never letting his guard down, never showing any form of weakness, etc.) but his attempts at controlling his family was a trait that Deacon had not received. Not that Deacon was complaining. He was just worried about the future. He worried that he would have to do something terrible, to escape the future his father had planned.

See, not only was Deacon supposed to become the leader of his family and a Death Eater, but he was already engaged to some vacant witch that his father had chosen. It was most likely some type of political marriage, but nevertheless pointless. But his father would likely never accept him, and Deacon would have to learn to deal with that.

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THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT LIVING WITH THE

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NAME/ALIAS: RaeRae
EXPERIENCE: 6 years or so
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: C’mon~ you guys know me!
OTHER CHARACTERS: Layla Mustang
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: [It’s a pretty dramatic post, but one of my more recent ones for Deacon]
Vergil’s response to Deacon’s revelation was somewhat unexpected. Though, when he thought about it, Deacon didn’t really know what he had been expecting. Part of him was terrified that he would be met with rejection, even though the logical side knew that Vergil would never leave him, especially not now when he was so vulnerable. But that was the problem; Deacon had never felt so weak and fragile before in his life. Somehow when he renounced his ties to his family, everything he had been taught about maintaining his composure withered away, leaving him feeling almost scared... terrified, even.

He felt his fingers twitch, almost as if his hands were trying to act on his barely conscious desire ― practically a need ― to be held, comforted. Though he had never been one to initiate physical contact, and on many occasions he held an extreme dislike for it, Deacon found himself desperately wanting to be back in Vergil’s embrace. He’d never admit it though, even after the fact. Deacon was far too prideful for that. But he did kind of hope Vergil would notice.

It seemed he had, as Vergil placed an arm around Deacon’s shoulders and offered a comforting squeeze. A soft, barely noticeable smile formed on his lips as he felt Vergil’s lips press against his temple. Deacon turned his head towards his partner and leaning it against the outstretched arm, only to snap it back up at Vergil’s offer and turn sharply at him, his eyes widening. His heart beat faster, and Deacon was sure Vergil could hear it. He sent a grateful look upwards and the soft smile returned, though it disappeared again with Vergil’s next words.

To say that he was surprised at Vergil’s confession would be so much of an understatement it would practically be a lie. For a moment, he didn’t believe what he had heard. But when he finally looked up and saw the seriousness in Vergil’s expression, Deacon furrowed his brow slightly. His mind raced as this new information was processed, but the only question that formed in his mind was“How?”. It was a strange question, but for some reason, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to know more. Granted “when” was probably pretty close, but Deacon wanted to know that Vergil had struggled with the decision, that taking a life hadn’t been an arbitrary task.

But just as the worry crossed his mind, Deacon dismissed it. With a somewhat shocking realization, Deacon realized that even if his uncle’s death had been an easy decision, it wouldn’t change his feelings. Though, he seriously doubted that would be a problem, for as long as they’d known each other, Vergil had seemed like a genuinely decent person, not the type that would freely take a life. Still, every second that passed seemed to feel like forever, and he felt his heart beat faster until it felt like it would explode.

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AND RON GOT A HOWLER

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