- Messages
- 107
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Ebony 15" Core of Basilisk's fang
- Age
- 11/2007
Kyne Tracey made his way into a rather popular club with music, lights, and floating color changing candles all around. Kyne was on a small break from Hogwarts and he needed some time off. He didn't precisely care that he didn't really have a "family" or that he had two sisters, one he didn't know where she was, and the other was in New Zealand. He was not very fond of wearing clothing like this, but it was better than nothing. It was all his adoptive family could provide. He was a Lurken, whatever that meant. He couldn't recall much, but he knew that the Lurkens were a pure-blood family, and that his parents were dead. He wondered into the club, and he stood under the floating ball that could very well resemble a disco ball. The music was jamming and it was rather loud. The night world started to come in, with the older teenagers that were either just legal enough to drink, or just graduated. This was the crowd that Kyne loved to hang out in. He never said his last name to many, but to some, he was referred to as Trace or Kay. For some reason, he was not very fond of the name "Kyne". Though his friends at the school call him by his name however. That much he didn't mind, but the night crowd, he did.
Kyne was an unusual boy with a laid back attitude and as sly as can be. He could lie and fool a professor, and he could get away with about anything he did by shifting the blame to a Gryffindor or something. It was rather humorous to see someone fall for the whole, "He did it!" thing. Well, not using those words, precisely, but it worked. The music continued to be the thunder and the vocals were the lightning. Kyne approached the bar and ordered a butterbeer. It was a common drink, and he was not very fond of firewhiskey so much. He could have a small shot, but that was it. Once he got his drink, he paid for it and he took a healthy drink, allowing the golden goodness to go down his throat. He set it down, and he brushed his hair over his ears. His hazel eyes glanced from side to side, wondering who he might end up meeting here. He wasn't too keen on most people, unless they proved themselves worth his time. Kyne usually judged on the way people carried themselves. How their expressions and clothes could say one thing, when their body told different. People were often easy to read, but Kyne was not a master at this skill. He had come across deadly trouble before and almost killed his reputation, but that was easily fixed. He had to be careful on who was the right crowd tonight and who was not.
Kyne was an unusual boy with a laid back attitude and as sly as can be. He could lie and fool a professor, and he could get away with about anything he did by shifting the blame to a Gryffindor or something. It was rather humorous to see someone fall for the whole, "He did it!" thing. Well, not using those words, precisely, but it worked. The music continued to be the thunder and the vocals were the lightning. Kyne approached the bar and ordered a butterbeer. It was a common drink, and he was not very fond of firewhiskey so much. He could have a small shot, but that was it. Once he got his drink, he paid for it and he took a healthy drink, allowing the golden goodness to go down his throat. He set it down, and he brushed his hair over his ears. His hazel eyes glanced from side to side, wondering who he might end up meeting here. He wasn't too keen on most people, unless they proved themselves worth his time. Kyne usually judged on the way people carried themselves. How their expressions and clothes could say one thing, when their body told different. People were often easy to read, but Kyne was not a master at this skill. He had come across deadly trouble before and almost killed his reputation, but that was easily fixed. He had to be careful on who was the right crowd tonight and who was not.