- Messages
- 92
- OOC First Name
- Ghost
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Engaged
- Sexual Orientation
- Demisexual
- Wand
- 13" Unyielding Bloodwood with Vampire Fang Core / 12" Sturdy Yew with Basilisk Skin Core
- Age
- February 13th, 2037
Daemyn Knight floo’d home a couple of days ago, in his good sized apartment in a magical section of Perth, Australia. Going back and forth between New Zealand and Australia was exhausting before he would have to leave and head back to Europe so that he could hone his skills. Traveling was taking a toll on him, and he just needed something quiet for now. Once the sun was setting, Daemyn left his apartment, which was barely used since he was rarely home. He made his way to a cafe that was down the street from his complex, which had the best sort of tea. He made his order, paid and left, when he realized that he was supposed to receive a package today from his grandfather. It was more tips on dueling, including notes on how to fully utilize two wands.
He should head back soon since he was expecting it. He made his way back to his apartment, up with the magical elevator, and down the hall to see the family bird on top of the package. Daemyn could see a figure bending over the package, causing the bird to fly up. He outstretched his hand to call the black bird to him as he announced coolly, “I think there is a mix up. That package belongs to me.” He approached the woman that managed to spook the family pet, which perched on his hand, but stopped short to see who it was. His silver eyes narrowed, extremely suspicious. He heard that he was getting a new neighbor, but this was too much of a coincidence. His expression darkened somewhat. Seriously, what were the odds?
He should head back soon since he was expecting it. He made his way back to his apartment, up with the magical elevator, and down the hall to see the family bird on top of the package. Daemyn could see a figure bending over the package, causing the bird to fly up. He outstretched his hand to call the black bird to him as he announced coolly, “I think there is a mix up. That package belongs to me.” He approached the woman that managed to spook the family pet, which perched on his hand, but stopped short to see who it was. His silver eyes narrowed, extremely suspicious. He heard that he was getting a new neighbor, but this was too much of a coincidence. His expression darkened somewhat. Seriously, what were the odds?