First Name: Vid.
Middle Name(s): Loki.
Last Name: Driscol.
Birthday: January 12, 1980.
Gender: Male.
Year: Seventh.
House: Slytherin.
Birthplace: Leipzig, Saxony, Germany. His parents moved him and his baby sister away when he was six.
Residence: A large house in England with his parents and annoying little sister.
Parents: Coen Driscol [Father] and Derica Driscol [Mother].
Siblings: Clover Driscol [Cue annoying little sister.]
Relatives (If Any): Unimportant.
Pets: A psychotic cat named Chicken, another psychotic cat named Vincent Price, and a Bearded Dragon that likes to hump it's rock named Thirteen.
Blood: Pure-blood.
Age: Seventeen.
Hair Color: Pitch black, but not blue black. It's natural, from his mother's side.
Hair Style: Long and pin straight. You can rarely get him to run a brush through it, but other than that, his personal hygiene is rather good.
Eye Color: Deep green, always brought out with black eyeliner. He usually has a haze over his eyes that can only be matched by Luna Lovegood.
Skin Tone: White. Just white. Great complexion for a teenage boy.
Nationality: German.
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 162 pounds.
Accent: German, and sadly, he rolls his R's. He's been given the nicknames "Nazi" and "World War II Starter", much to his disdain.
History: When Coen and Derica, much to their delight, gave birth to a baby boy, they were expecting him to be just like his father when he grew up: macho, testosterone, beefy, but were shattered when, before their very eyes, their little boy grew up to be a scrawny, long haired, 'punk rocking little hoodlum', whatever that meant in parent language. Coen and Derica's hatred for their son was no match for their son's hatred for them, however. Being constantly shadowed by his father, Pig grew more and more rebellious. His philosophy:" I'm never going to make them happy, so why not make their life a living hell?" You have to be good at something, and Pig seems to excel in disappointing his parents.
And this was only from ages five to ten.
He was the little boy who none of the parents in the neighborhood wanted their kids to be around. He was the little boy on the playground in kindergarten teaching the other kids what the word "fuck" meant, and telling them the reactions they got from people when they said it were out of mere surprise that they knew such 'distinct vocabulary'. Sneaky, conniving; the makings of a future Slytherin. An evil genious, if you would. But all evil geniouses have a down-side. His just happened to be insanity.
Of course, he wasn't born a weird-o. It took him until the age of ten to figure out how to make an imaginary friend, and it took him until the age of eleven to figure out how to talk to himself. Another one of his philosophys: "If I can't get anyone else to talk to me, why can't I get myself to talk to me?". And so he did. He didn't even seem to mind the odd looks he got from people whenever he was caught mumbling to himself. He was never really one to care what people thought, though it did make him smile on occasion, the disgusted looks on people's faces when he did something innapropriate.
He wasn't surprised, nor amused, nor excited when he got his letter from Hogwarts. He had known it was coming. His parents had practically been counting down the days to the time he went away for months to a school that might teach their son to start trying to fit in. He could've honestly cared less if he went or not, but it seemed like a good idea. One thing his parents hadn't told him about the school was how luxourious it was, even compared to their home. He guessed it was out of mere pride. His parents hadn't wanted to admit there was a place cozier than the place they owned.
And so started Pig's life at school.
He didn't excel, but he wasn't a failure either. Despite the fact that he didn't try, his brilliance was shown through the work he did, and the professors knew better than to hold him back despite his lack of effort. He figured it was just because they felt bad for him. He had no friends in class, and was the target of many nasty rumors. No one, however, had the guts to approach him about anything. He was feared from a distance.
Even still today.
Personality: Not explained much in the history is Pig's undiagnozed psychosis. His parents didn't know about it, otherwise they'd use the excuse to send their son away somewhere else. No, they didn't see enough of him to notice anything abnormal other than the fact that he had long hair and wore make-up.
Any doctor who took a look at him would say it was because he didn't socialize enough. He's had multiple imaginary friends, but keeps few. The others find themselves in gruesome situations that more than likely end in their death. It's what he does for fun when he's not playing video games or watching movies. And when at school, their isn't much doing that.
However, on the off occasion he does make a friend, he can be quite the joker. Just staring at him can get someone cracking up, and not because he's funny looking. Either some odd facial expression he makes, or him staring back unblinking, it's funny to a lot of people. Also, if you get to know him, he's the farthest thing from any of the "Nazi" rumors you've heard. He's actually very uncaring of politics or racial differences, if not ignorant to them. He likes staying out of everyone else's business, and he encourages others to do the same.
Hates: Family. He doesn't care enough to hate anything else.
Loves: Video games, television, movies, zombies, aliens, practically anything other people hate, and practically anything no one else believes in.
Wants: The world to end. Just kidding. He really doesn't particulary want much. He's very low maintenance. Has been ever since he was little.
Wishes: His family would just die already. But that's not happening anytime soon. No sense dwelling on a lost cause.
Fears: Cats [blame Chicken and Vincent Price for that], aliens, zombies, things with tentacles, tornados, the ocean, and probably a lot more.
Favourite Color: Doesn't care enough.
Favourite School Subject: Well, he does best in Potions ...
Favourite Animal: Mostly farm animals. He doesn't know why he has such a fascination with them.
Favourite Food: Biscuits and gatorade.
Least Favourite Color: Once again, he really doesn't care enough to think of one.
Least Favourite School Subject: Charms. He despises it.
Least Favourite Animal: ... Chicken and Vincent Price ...
Least Favourite Food: Rice and noodles. Ever since seeing the classic Lost Boys he's had a paranoid fear of eating either.
Wand Core: Essence of hair of Dryad.
Wand Wood: Ebony.
Wand Length: 13 inches.
Wand Movement: Swishy.
Wand Strengths and Weaknesses: Good with healing and bad with simple charms.
Special Talents (If Any): Being different. Yes, that's a talent. He's also a very good semester, if he does say so himself. He makes his own clothes.
Special Possessions (If Any): None.