Hi, my name is Hunter Garren
I'm a male.
I work in private.
I'm 24
years old. The house I was in was Slytherin.
I may seem casual, laid back, and even of the friendly type,
but I'm really of a deeper intent.
My background story is muddled and dark. My mum died before I had even made it to Hogwarts, although I was never formally made aware of her cause of death. My father, the most powerful of the pureblood Garren family, and whom I suspected to be the cause of all of his siblings' deaths, as well, raised me as if I hadn't needed a parent, but just someone to pay my way through school. I was told to stay out of his way and pretend not to see all the shady things that I learned from him, and in return, he promised me he'd never lay a finger on me. Unfortunately, it didn't quite work out that way. I ended up being a harshly abused child, and came to expect a beating every night before bed. Because of this I grew up fast, maturing by the time I had been handed the Slytherin title as I sat upon that rickety stool with that nagging, tattered hat atop my head. I hung around a rather sour crowd throughout my seven year venture through the Hogwarts halls, and by the time I graduated I had already made plans to leave my father behind and start a life of my own elsewhere. After getting into a nearly fatal duel that literally scarred me for life, I was successfully able to sever the "bonds" between my father and I and take the road less traveled. (I actually murdered my father that night, but I don't plan on anyone ever knowing that tiny detail). I fled when suspicions arose, and finally landed a low-wage bartender job in a small muggle town on the other side of England, which I used to cover-up my day job - dealing with cursed artifacts and dwelling in the dark arts. After getting in a little...
"scuffle"...with my boss, I lost my job and was forced by the Ministry to relocate for using magic in front of muggles (if they only knew...). Thus, here I am, back in the midst of the wizarding world in search of a new job and a new place to wreak silent havoc, and to rebuild the respect of my family.
I enjoy intelligence – when used properly, the dark and its never-ending sky, dueling against those who stand a chance against me, the illegitimate business industry, gambling what little money I have, and bartering to save a galleon.
I despise Hufflepuffs – you know the type. Can't stand pixies, either...bloody bastards. Poorly used magic enrages me, and wizards wasting their potential by flying around on sticks and trying to toss a ball through a hole is like dirt under my nails. I believe magic is for
pureblood wizards, oh, and that butterbeer is for little girls - if you're gonna drink, drink like a man.
I look like I've got a few years experience under my belt.
See for yourself.My wand is twelve and one half inches long, and is made of hawthorn wood and dragon heartstring.
My pet is non-existent. I despise creatures of all sorts.
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