“We can’t always be happy”
- Joined December 2017
- Member of Slytherin
- 0 House Points
- 1st Year
- United States
BackstorySister: Helena Evelynn Hatter,
Age: 16 (younger/ older depending on Rp)
Looks: (better than my sis) 6 ft. 2”, Jet Black short hair, lanky but muscular build, black eyes
Relationship: Single as a Pringle and is awkward when he mingles
*May be an alcoholic?*
(Bio when I have time)
When I was a kid, my mother was always on the run. She was in all kind of trouble, death eaters, werewolves, vampires, name whatever the fuck you want. She was pregnant with my sister (Helena Evelynn Hatter)) when I was Four, and I only saw her once. My mom told me to come into her room, she was losing the baby. “Isn’t she such a beautiful darling?” Is what she told me. The next day when I woke up, my mom and the baby were gone. My drug addict Aunt Violet, took care of me in her little apartment in Kansas City, Missouri.
Besides being around drunks and my Aunts stripper friends, I loved it there. The older I got, the less I remembered my mom being a witch. One day, I was accepted into Ilvermorny. I was sorted into Horned Serpent, and I was expelled for improper use of Dark Magic. I was in my last year anyways. I went to a muggle highschool, and the kids there thought I was a freak. A creep. A weirdo. A werewolf went to the same school, (whoopty -fucking- do) and he wanted me to make him the wolfsbane potion. I already knew how, so I agreed, and if I didn’t make him it, he would beat the living shit out of me. I never returned to school and I tried to help my Aunt sober up and get a job. Well, never do that, word of advice, because the werewolf will tell his pals and the word will get onto the vampires, and it will end up looking like and epic bar fight the next time you go out drinking. But hey, that’s life. And life is a bitch.
(NOT ME IRL))