VERDUGO, havok elye

[havok verdugo]

Nickname: Sae/Sara/Havok
How You Found Us: Kara, and I’m awesome
Contact Via: PM or [e-mail](MSN)

What can be found in a name:
Havok Elye Verdugo
When the day I was born:
April 16, 1959
The Angels screamed:
Kaleb Verdugo and Rosaline Verdugo
And Hell shut its doors:
Elye Verdugo::Brother::Deceased
While creatures retreated:
N/A
To depths unknown:
Pure

I hide from them:
Common Room
Entry Hall
Anywhere at Hogsmeade
Great Hall
Be who they want to see:
He is of average height and weight, only standing at about 6’ 1” and weighing in at about 168lbs. His eyes can pierce you with the cold grey that they are. His build is slightly muscular, but you wouldn’t be able to tell how strong he is by just looking at him. It takes a keen eye to see the tone of his skin. Though Havok is a little pasty he does like the sun and will enjoy it while it lasts.

Havok has many tattoos but he’s not proud of them and wears long sleeves for the most part. There are a few he enjoys and they remind him of the good times back home, but there are more that he distastes. His lips are soft and perfectly shaped and hued, he does smoke, but only when under stress and never in front of a woman.

He will normally dress in jeans and long sleeve button up, but you can occasionally see him wearing a band tee shirt, and a set of dog tags around his neck. He doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry but the ring his father gave him is always on his left middle finger.

But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Havok is a unique person, but he is a very calm person. He can be really easy to get along with, and he definitely has the smarts too go with the brawn. He should have been put into Ravenclaw but he was thrown into Gryffindor, he can make friends easily and he keeps them. When he goes back home for the summer he studies for the most part and he has wanted to become a guidance counselor for the longest time and help students. Since his father was working in the German military he has always held an interest in muggle wars. Even though his father is a pureblooded wizard the fascination with muggle arms was something he taught Havok about.

If you look at the kid he doesn’t look like much, but he was a very strong willed person, he could take the blame for something, or someone and easily get out of it. He enjoys laughing with friends and hanging around, but he will also study his ass off just to get decent grades. He works to make his father and mother proud even though he doesn’t have to, his parents are already proud of him for the grades in which they stay level.


This soulless being:
-Laughter
-Whiskey (in small amounts)
-Doing good in school
-Good music, (doesn’t matter the type)
-Pranks (not so much marauder pranks, but close)
-Women (what guy doesn’t, but he’s more into personality than looks)
Is just as lost:
-Slytherins
-Blood-type supremacists
-Being alone
-Potions (he just doesn’t get it like he should)
-Downers
-Loners
As everyone else:
-Very Level Headed
-Knows what he wants and how to get there
-He understands muggle things, like normal human stuff.
-He can get his point across, even in the most tense of situations
-He’s willing to help, even if someone doesn’t want it.
In a world that knows only hate:
-Women (Plain and simple)
-He accepts anyone, and can be easily walked on.
-He doesn’t understand his own problems, but can help anyone pretty much.
-He sucks at Potions
-Forgets who he is sometimes (not like amnesia)
-Jealous
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
-Takes everyone for who they are, and trys his hardest not to judge.
-Knows how to fire a gun, and is not afraid of muggle tools.

They left me to die:
He doesn’t know any of his mothers side.
On a bed of roses:
Kalen Verdugo::Grandfather
Victoria Verdugo::Grandmother
Blood seeping through:
His father is actually a muggle military general.
The satin sheets of fame:
Under Rich, but more than well off.
What a bitter story of love:
Havok was born on a cold April day in the year 1959, in the little town of Dresden, Germany. He was born to two loving parents Kaleb and Rosaline Verdugo. Being the second born son he got away with a lot more than he could handle. His brother Elye was killed by some of Fenrir’s men when Havok was about eight years old, and his father has spent most of the time hunting that werewolf with a rifle in his hand. Magic was not the way to settle this dispute, when magic wasn’t used to kill his brother. Moving was common within his family since his father would be stationed all over the world, and most recently he was stationed on the coast in France, making it a little easier for him to get to school.

When he first arrived at the school he had an argument with the sorting hat about what house to put him into, and was soon sorted into Gryffindor. During his first few years at the school he met a lot of people and fell in love with a girl he would never talk to. She was in a different house than he, and he never got the balls to do anything about it. He was jealous of what the situation was and it sometimes got to his head where he would act like he was studying when really he was just trying to think of how to talk to a pretty woman like that.

He was always doing well in school, and he always kept good grades, but he had been slipping these last few years. He would always strive to make his parents proud in place of his older brother, even though the competition was null and void, he still wanted to be the best he could be. He had always been good in defense against the dark arts, and he learned as much as he could about werewolves, because of what his past held. Though he did not get along with his brother, he wanted that wolf dead, and if his father failed he would not.

He slipped up to the Gryffindor common room and muttered the password. Havok had his arms full of papers for DADA that he was working on and it was getting quite annoying. His undying love for that class was something he was never going to forget. As the portrait of the fat lady swung open he slipped in through the small hallway and set the papers down. Looking around the common room he saw a few of his friends and said hi to them. Busy as a bee he started to shuffle and organize the leafs of parchment and noticed he was missing page four in his report on werewolves. “Oh lucky me!” Dropping everything where it was he made his way out of the common room and peered over the railing of the staircases watching the paper fall to the bottom.

Muttering words of disgust he floored it to down the stairs and at one point leapt to a platform from one of the staircases that decided to move on him. Realizing that it was a dumb idea once he was stranded on a platform with nowhere to go he was caught waiting for about ten minutes on that little landing. Watching the paper get picked up by wind he booked it when the first staircase came and was finally to ground level. Looking left and then right he saw that sheet of parchment and someone had stepped on it kicking it up again. Diving for the paper he grasped onto it with two hands not wanting to let it go, and after he read over what it said he was glad no one had seen what it actually was.

Sitting in the middle of the entry hall he heard a snap and looked around. Reaching into his pocket he groaned, since now his wand was snapped in two. “The cherry to the cake right here, right now. Why me?” He was going to have to write to his mother and send her a note, and she would have to send him some money in order to get a new wand. This would be his second one this year and the first one was because of one of Sirius’ pranks, though he laughed about it for hours afterward.

[.going down in flames.]