Full Name: Drakethrean Mauri Quellen, but if you ever call me by my actual firstname I'll gut you like a fish
Nicknames: Drake, I only ever go by Drake
Age: 19
Birthdate: 26th of December
Home Town: Hilleroed, Denmark, but I moved to Harrogate, England when I was 11
Sexuality: I'm quite straight, thank you very much
School: Noctrem Academy... obviously
Power:
Shadow Manipulation. My power is pretty abstract, you might say. I can shape and direct shadows - I can also make them quite tangible. Yes, this means I can form a sword out of shadows and cut you in half with it. Granted, I'd have to actually want to. I can keep minor things for days, even sometimes weeks at a time; longer if I occasionally re-enforce it with 'new' shadows. Bigger things like, say, an army of shadow soldiers (yes, I can actually do that, if I have enough shadow-material to work with), will fade after an hour or two. But it's enough to fight a war, I suppose. The issue with my power is that I'm almost helpless in daylight, as the amount of shadows for me to access is limited.
Likes:
- Nighttime, darkness and shadows, for obvious reasons
- Myself - what's not to like?
- Alcohol... well, some alcohol, anyways. Not a fan of drinks, for instance. I see no reason to mix good liquor with soda
- Flirting
- Hot women who like to flirt. What normal guy doesn't like that?
- Music
- Manipulating/messing with people
- Chaos. It's just really fun to watch
- My sister
Dislikes:
- The colour pink
- Arcana Students - it's just an old rivalry, really. They're not too bad if you try to ignore that-... no. Nevermind. They're horrible
- Lemons; when life hands you lemons, make-... no. Nevermind again
- Mashed potatoes
- Fat people who think they're hot. I mean, it's bad enough that they don't care to change their bodies, but to think you're all that on top of having a huge double chin? No, it doesn't work that way, dear
- Places with few or no shadows at all
- My sister - yes, you got that right. I both like and dislike Cor
Fears:
Being caught somewhere without shadows. It's not so much that I'd be helpless, because I wouldn't, I just really prefer to be able to use my powers and don't like the thought of them not being useful. It's not much of a fear, I guess, but I usually don't care enough about anything to feel scared of it.
Personality:
People like to say I'm a cold bastard. I have to disagree with the bastard part, though. I mean... I don't care enough to really be a bastard to anyone. Apathetic and coldhearted to the core, I was never one to court the girls or even try to make people like me. They oftentimes do anyways, though. Maybe because I, as oppose to my sister, don't bother making them feel like I'm better than them. Honestly, it's common knowledge. Which brings me to my next trait; I'm quite arrogant, almost to the point of narcissism, although I usually conceal it. Not because I feel a need to; I just don't feel a need to flaunt that I'm better than others either. It's enough for me that I know it myself. I adore women, and I especially adore flirting with them. I'm quite aware of my charms, and I use them to my benefit. Sex is the next best thing in the world, but I will never try to make a woman think I care about her just because I occasionally like to screw her. Those are two very different things, and I have my pride, thank you.
I smile, I laugh and I will mostly just humor you in whatever you're doing. I'm not an uncomfortable guy, in all honesty, I'm just not a nice one either. I'm usually quite detached emotionally as I rarely feel for anyone. I have been in love once, and it didn't turn out well. I really should stop taking an interest in my sister's friends. Unfortunately, though I like the bitches. I suppose it's because I know they're more like me than the nice girls. Nice girls make me rather uncomfortable; why are they always pushing you to care? C'mon. All this "marriage before sex" and "do you love me, Drake?" bullshit drives me insane. Again, I don't show it. I'm usually very down to earth and relaxed around anyone. I can blend into any kind of company, so I honestly don't mind neither Arcana or Noctrem students. I'm just at Noctrem because my powers fit in better. Oh, and because mother thought it would be good for me. Psh, just because I kept Cor from killing this kid who grabbed her ass. Most parents would be happy about that, but my mother? Oh no, she thought it meant I was turning soft. Which I still don't get. Why do you have to be either good or bad? Why the need for labels? Oh well. I suppose it doesn't matter. Here I am. I don't much care either way, really.
People tend to amuse me. That's another thing about me; I like figuring people out. I love a good mystery, and people can honestly be quite interesting to piece together. Some are also simple and boring, but that's another story. I don't mind a good party, and can be quite fun to be around. I may not care, but I'm not some deadbeat beagle either.
History:
Well, roughly, you can look at my sister's history and add a year to everything age-related when it comes to our family, so I'm not going to bother going into detail about that fucked up family of mine. I never fit in; Cor and mother are much the same types. They've always been rather close, and with father being a total abnormality and always gone either way, I was mostly left to my own devices, not that I care much. It was alright. I mean, I went about life in my own sort of careless way, doing whatever I felt like doing... spending a shitload of money. It's not so much that I wanted their attention or some shit like that, I just felt comfortable that way. Either way, even if I had tried to get attention, it didn't work.
I was only 6 when my powers began manifesting. It was a quiet enough even, really. I was bored, and tired of video games with my three friends. They were supposed to stay over. So anyway, young and idiotic as kids can be, we sat around in circle and began telling horror stories. The things was, with my story, the shadows around us came life and began making a sort of movie to go with it. One of the guys peed his pants that night. The rest of us just thought it was awesome. When I told my parents the next morning, my mother rolled her eyes and told me to stop using my powers for childish little stories. I'd had no clue what she was talking about, so my father began explaining. He knew about magic and powers even though he had none himself. Apparently, my aunt, his sister, had the same powers as I, so I was sent to her to learn how to control my powers before they began hurting people. This was one of the few times I've ever seen my father take a stand and overrule my mother.
At age 11, at the time when my parents moved to England, I finally moved back with my family. I could scarcely recognize my baby sister at that time. She had been raised by my sadistic bitch of a mother, while I had been raised with my aunt who'd taught me values and morals. Of course, I don't much care, but I'm not a sadistic type as my wench of a sister. Of course she still had her more commendable sides, but honestly her bad ones by far outweigh them. So yes, I lived with them. When I was 14, my sister 13, she used her powers to choke this kid who'd gabbed her ass. For some reason, I stopped her. I guess I was sick of people dying like flies around my family, so I covered her eyes and the kid ran off, crying because... hell, he'd almost died there. That was the day my mother decided to send me to Noctrem, hoping that it would bring out my more... how did she put it? "Spirited" side. Leave it to my mother to make something usually seen as bad, sound good.
Anything else?
I have a huge, black tribal tatoo on my upper body.
My eyes are a dark, deep brown colour with specks of gold
