- Messages
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- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
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- Half Blood
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- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- Oak 15" Core of Veela hair
- Age
- 11/2004
Dietrich Metzger was heart broken, and it was all over the magazines. Michael and Dietrich were practically done, and Dietrich did not know how to handle it. Dietrich was in New Zealand, and he wondered if boys were just as dramatic as girls were. That was kind of why he went straight after boys when he was attracted to both, kind of. More so boys than girls, but no girl had really caught his attention. Then again, he had children too from the single days, two he knew for sure he was the father of thanks to an enchanted tree. The others he was not too sure of, because none of them had his hair or eyes. Could it be possible that they were not his? Very possible. He would have to ask for a DNA test or something. But he did know that Benjamin and Belladonna were his. Dietrich was walking with his children at his side, and he dropped them off at the park, where he let his son and daughter go play. They were the only children that were living with him anyway. Benjamin was six now and Belladonna was five. They could have a lot of fun out there, and he smiled over at his son and daughter, the ones he knew for sure that were his anyway. Dietrich called out, "Ben, be careful man!" Dietrich was a little protective of his children, that he could be for lack of being there when they were first born and all. He had to make up for the time lost.
Being a single dad was not as easy as it sounded. Especially one that was normally hounded by pressed and all, because of him being a professional Quidditch player, and a Seeker at that. He watched Benjamin run around, chasing Belladonna around the playground and he could feel his heart swell with pride. So, the mother of his children here was not here at the moment, and he thought that she had gone down the path of liking girls, Dietrich held no feelings toward her. Benjamin and Belladonna were just accidents waiting to happen because of him acting like a drunken idiot. Now he was just a professional Quidditch player that barely drank at all, because he had to watch over his kids, and sure, he liked dressed up with them. Having a dad that did wear dresses and things like that was always hilarious to the children. He remembered dressing up as a French maid for Michael one night, and a wave of depression ran over him, and he clapped his hands to his face. Oh how he missed his hunk. His healer, everything. But it was the past now and he would have to move on, but was he ready? Dietrich let out a sigh and his bright teal eyes watched over his two children as they played, and wondered who would want a man like him that could paint the world in many colors, could find the perfect outfit, and had two children? Then again, he was famous... Dietrich shrugged lightly, and thought, well, he did not need someone. He just wanted the right person, male or female, to keep him warm during the night. And he was willing to wait forever.
Being a single dad was not as easy as it sounded. Especially one that was normally hounded by pressed and all, because of him being a professional Quidditch player, and a Seeker at that. He watched Benjamin run around, chasing Belladonna around the playground and he could feel his heart swell with pride. So, the mother of his children here was not here at the moment, and he thought that she had gone down the path of liking girls, Dietrich held no feelings toward her. Benjamin and Belladonna were just accidents waiting to happen because of him acting like a drunken idiot. Now he was just a professional Quidditch player that barely drank at all, because he had to watch over his kids, and sure, he liked dressed up with them. Having a dad that did wear dresses and things like that was always hilarious to the children. He remembered dressing up as a French maid for Michael one night, and a wave of depression ran over him, and he clapped his hands to his face. Oh how he missed his hunk. His healer, everything. But it was the past now and he would have to move on, but was he ready? Dietrich let out a sigh and his bright teal eyes watched over his two children as they played, and wondered who would want a man like him that could paint the world in many colors, could find the perfect outfit, and had two children? Then again, he was famous... Dietrich shrugged lightly, and thought, well, he did not need someone. He just wanted the right person, male or female, to keep him warm during the night. And he was willing to wait forever.