Joined: Sat Jun 09, 2007 12:00 am Posts: 637 Location: Minot AFB, North Dakota
Age: 17 House: Slytherin Wand: Black Yew Dragon Heartstring
Hair: Brown Eyes: Hazel/Brown Height: 5'11'' Weight: 150lb
Birthplace: Greece Birthday: November 10th Blood: Pureblood
Family ~~~~~~~ Father: Matthies Dune Mother: Natasa Dune
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Personality ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Skylar holds himself with an air of aristocracy, though never even hinting at any manner of elitism. He takes life with a stride of careless confidence. Through the comfort of his books and the use of his silver-tongue; he pushes his way through the social endeavors that is life at Hogwarts. Never really taking much to heart, typically enjoying a neutral debate or even conversation. Not one to mind lonesomeness, or socialization; his only avoidance is the mere idea of conformity.
Description ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Typically can be found adorning sophisticated attire- Fashionable brown slacks of higher class, slick black dress shoes, a silky white shirt beneath his black silk vest. His dirty blonde hair, matching his hazel brown eyes, falls to what is considered long, and has been known to be either straight or rather 'messy'. He keeps himself extremely clean in appearance, though. Over time, as he's neared his last year of Hogwarts, he's spent an exceeding amount of time growing out his beard, which he often keeps trimmed to a goatee. Though he has been known to let it go...
"Everybody prefers to see a nut - they're more fascinating."- Penn Jillette
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Post subject: Re: Skylar Dune
Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 2:56 pm
Forum Seventh Year
Joined: Sat Jun 09, 2007 12:00 am Posts: 637 Location: Minot AFB, North Dakota
She pushed past him, not even sparing him a last glance, "I don't like it." She left him standing there, atop the Tower. The cold night air whipping against the burn she left him forever scarred with. It took him a good moment, staring after her and the wake she unceremoniously discarded over her shoulder. Leaving, he owled her quickly, still stung by her actions...
Returning to the Entrance Hall, unsure of what even to do, he slumped back against the pillar. Two girls quickly noticing the distress began questioning him. They quickly received his venting depression; but he didn't even notice them embracing it with their saddened condolences. Nor did he even notice the tear that one specifically shed for his sorrows.
He was already pushing himself forward, concentrating on the inevitable battle of moving on. He knew she wasn't going to come after him, and she wasn't going to change.
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