First Name: Aaron
Middle Name(s): Lawrence
Last Name: Jecht
Birthday: may 24th 1973 (24)
Gender: Male
Past School House: Ravenclaw
Birthplace: Romania
Residence: Its differant now that he is an adult
Parents: Matthew and Elizabeth Jecht
Siblings: None
Relatives (If Any): Aaron Jecht (uncle), Selina marygold (aunt)
Occupation: Unemployed for the time being.
Pets: Not an animal lover...
Blood: Pure blood
Age: 24
Hair Color: Blond
Hair Style: Wake up and go
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Nationality: German, but a Romanian citizen
Height: six foot two
Weight: 180lbs
Accent: Romanian
History:
When Aaron was born, his father was not there, he was a traveling merchant, and also a dirty cheating scoundrel who always cheated on his mother. There were many times when Aaron was growing up that his father was not their for him, but never the less his parents never divorced, not even tell this very day. They are still together...in some ways. Aaron believed that they just enjoyed the sex. A sickening thought for him to think of. When Aaron reached around the age of five, he would go out and wander around by himself alot, constantly getting into trouble, and thats what drove his mother far away from him, because he reminded her to much of his father and when he wasn't around, Elizabeth would get very lonely and would choose to sleep around, turning just like her husband.Which made Aaron completely sick of his family. Countless times he ended up in juvenile detention just to escape his family, but they would always be their to 'help' him out. Unfortunately he did not want to be helped out. And then finally when he got older, he received his letter of acceptance into Hogwarts, and he jumped at the chance, and so did his parents, most excited for him, but no one was more happier than Aaron...just to escape his family. This was his time to shine, away from the hell he grew to know, to hate...now he would finally be on his own, something he has always wanted to do. He jumped through the years at hogwarts graduating with high honors, acing all tests and challenges, leaving everyone in his dust, while he graduated and became a nothing. He started to do bounty hunting work in Romania, and England, and even in the U.S.. But no matter what he realized he truly was nothing but a bum, and that he was just like his father, so he decided to go and get a job in London, away from everything. Maybe at the school he spent most of his life at, or maybe not. Maybe he would work in diagon alley or open up his own store with some funds he had saved up in gringotts. But Aarons future is so unknown...he can only hope, so here he is now...back in hell. Just away from the devils.
So it is now that Aaron must find someone who can help him, help himself. Because it is to much for him to handle alone, he is after all his fathers child, a born failure, born to fail and die and that is his only destiny.
Personality: He is easy going, loves to please people, and only likes to talk to girls, although he will talk to guys every once in a while.
Hates: Assholes, snobs, people who act like they know everything and people who wont let other people have fun.
Loves: to eat and to watch people laughing and smiling.
Wants: To be better than his father and wants to make someone pro
Wishes: his father was dead
Fears: To fail himself
Favourite Color: Blue
Favourite Past School Subject: DADA
Favourite Animal: None
Favourite Food: Burgers
Least Favourite Color: Pink
Least Favourite Past School Subject: potions
Least Favourite Animal: All
Least Favourite Food: NONE
Wand Core: unicorn wrapped dragons fang core.
Wand Wood: Mahogany wood with lotus gripped handle
Wand Length: ten inches
Wand Movement: rigid
Wand Strengths and Weaknesses: Good at charms back at incantations
Affiliation: neutral
Special Talents (If Any): Good people person .
Special Possessions (If Any):None
Sample Post:
Aaron walked through corridor through corridor in his dreams, cloud after cloud passing over his head, and the more he walked the closer he could get to a figure standing before him. It took him atleast a hundred steps before he reached the figure, and he finally realized it was his father. And his father spoke to him.
"You failed yourself...your just like me..."
That was more than Aaron's mind could handle, he jumped up. Cold sweat pouring down his back, drenching his clothing and making him shiver from the cool breeze as he got up to close his window of his shop. He could only hope that, that was only a dream and nothing else. He would rather die than to end up like his father, and even his mother. They both made him sick and he rather not be related to him, but you cannot choose your roots, just your sprouts.
What is the meaning of life? Zzzzzzz