Likes ~~~~~~~~ Squirrels Nuts Trees Funny Clothes Silly Items Fun People Jokes Being Weird Being Crazy Causing Havoc Playing Stupid Muggle-Fighting
Dislike ~~~~~~~~~ Serious People Tattle-Tales
Personality ~~~~~~~~~ Drathil has an incredibly unique personality. He is one of the most random and different people you will ever meet who maintains a level of intelligence and sanity. The funny part is, though, that most people assume him literally stupid or special. The ploy of acted unintelligibleness is actually humorous to him and so he goes with it. Not many people at all know the deep down desire in Drathil to simply create laughter, and that is because of the extent he will go to do it. Drathil has no care for the critiques of others and what they say of him because each laugh or smile that he creates upon his presence is a joyous moment for him. Inside his 'believed hollow' noggin, among the thousands of nuts inside his head, there is a very outgoing and curious brain constantly pushing it's individualist curiosity to an extreme. You can not stereotype Drathil, he is Drathil.
Appearance ~~~~~~~~~ One can not really explain Drathil's appearance as it is ever changing. When someone has a chance to see Drathil at his most normal, which is still weirder than the majority of students in Hogwarts, he has an image to him. His hair is typically a messy black. That is about the only constant feature of him. One day Drathil might be wearing glasses, another day he's wearing a suit of armor. Tuesday he has an eye patch on, Thursday he's wearing a Superman cape. The only thing that can be said of Drathil's Appearance is to soak it in, enjoy it's comedy, and prepare yourself for the next one.
Squirrels ~~~~~~~~~ There is no greater friend, alley, and obsession to any human being than Drathil has for Squirrels. Not a single student doesn't worship him as some sort of leader to the Squirrel race, except perhaps Necrolissica, though she inevitably does discreetly. It is very rare that Drathil's hooliganery doesn't involve something to do with either the rodent species or of course, his favorite food, nuts. In fact sometimes he can be seen adorning a crown made of nuts, twigs, leaves, and the like which was given to him by a Student a good while ago. It is literally impossible to know of Drathil and not have been involved in his desire for Squirrels somehow.
"Everybody prefers to see a nut - they're more fascinating."- Penn Jillette
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Necromancer367
Post subject: Re: Drathil Vortec
Posted: Sat Feb 22, 2014 3:14 pm
Forum Seventh Year
Joined: Sat Jun 09, 2007 12:00 am Posts: 637 Location: Minot AFB, North Dakota
"I need you to stop being silly, and getting in trouble." Those words ringing in Drathil's ears with purpose. He had a mission to do for his friend. However he didn't even imagine what it would bring him... Xander spoke privately with him for a good while, discussing something in the manner of both their interests, shortly after the request. Drathil left him with a different stride, holding onto an interesting little book. He felt as if he had purpose, or a goal, for the first time.
Overtime Drathil continued to be introduced to new aspects of this alternative life, constantly being led or pushed in the direction his destiny was opening doors for. Meditation, Training, Fighting, Studying, and above all- A new outlook on his long and interesting relationship with Kadaja.
Taking on the new lifestyle well on some degrees, Drathil began embracing it. Some things came on a little fast for change, causing him to feel a little sick. Other changes came along with a surprise to him, though embracing of the opportunities- Such as being given a 'second chance' at Kadaja.
Often Drathil is now found reading that interesting book handed down to him, meditating or training in the Entrance Hall, or doing something regarding Kadaja. He's found that the meditation and training is a convenient fit for satisfying his desire to be hyper and weird. However Drathil is Drathil, and he can never fully remove that craziness, especially his love for Squirrels. But he has ran his last shirtless marathon through the Entrance Hall, for good- And he likes that.
New Drathil likes not pretending to be Old Drathil.
"Everybody prefers to see a nut - they're more fascinating."- Penn Jillette
Necromancer367
Post subject: Re: Drathil Vortec
Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2014 2:18 pm
Forum Seventh Year
Joined: Sat Jun 09, 2007 12:00 am Posts: 637 Location: Minot AFB, North Dakota
New Drathil Awakening
Drathil arose from his comfortable slumber in his Common Room, stretching off his tiredness. Sitting up and gazing around, letting his mind slowly return from it's land of dreams. I like waking up to such a tidy room, he though to himself.
The room was spotless, perfectly organized; in fact he had spent an entire day attempting to do so. The floor was immaculate, the single black Slytherin carpet laying on the floor alone to even a single molecule of dirt. A single bookcase pressed against the West wall, a plethora of books occupying it's shelves for the first time since he had moved in to the room. Occasional Squirrel figures or Squirrel pictures occupying any spaces he couldn't fill with books. His desk was left constantly impeccable, possibly due to lack of use, or simply vigilance at attempting to maintain order. Not many things cluttered his room, the little that does has some manner of resemblance to Squirrels. A single but large Squirrel picture framed and hung just above the headboard of his bed. Nothing but a candle and a framed picture of Kadaja atop his left nightstand, nothing occupying his right.
He removed himself from the comfort of his bed, adorning only his Squirrel boxers, per usual. As he did every morning, he stretched one last time and turned to make his bed. Straightening the pure black comforter perfectly over his bed, meticulously clearing any wrinkles. Leaning over the bed, careful not to mess up the perfect sheets, he would fix his three pillows, propping up the two black pillows against the headboard; a smaller Squirrel pillow laying in front of them, exactly in the middle.
Quickly slipping on his black slacks, Slytherin socks, black dress shoes, and belt. Tugging his tight white button-up shirt, fixing it onto himself before pulling over his Slytherin sweater. He would throw his Slytherin scarf around his neck before fixing his hair rather messily, not bothering with his robes. Grabbing his backpack and tossing it over his shoulder, he'd move downstairs to the Commons.
Arriving to the Great Hall first thing in the morning, the sun not having even crept over the crest of the horizon just beyond the Castle. Taking his usual seat among the small crowd covering the Slytherin table's benches. Inhaling a deep breath of the breakfast aromas, looking around; particular curious at the plethora of early birds sitting at the Ravenclaw table, mostly studying already. Gathering himself a small breakfast accompanied by a glass of pumpkin juice, he would enjoy a healthy breakfast of the necessary food groups. Finishing, he would gather himself some snacks like apple slices and nuts of assortment. He would fill a bottle with iced water, allowing a precise amount of ice cubes to slip into the bottle. Typically he would sit at the Slytherin Table, waiting for Kadaja if he hadn't seen her yet. Moving over to her at first sight to place a kiss on her cheek, greet her in "Good Morning!", and inform her that he would be in the Dueling Chamber as usual. After a brief but embracing hug, he would head off to the Dueling Chamber, a place he could probably call Home...
Entering the Dueling Chamber, he would first move to retrieve his hidden Combat Dummy. Dragging it out to the middle of the room and setting it up. Setting his backpack off to the side, pulling out a mat; laying it near the Dummy whom had become his punching bag. He would then pull out his training clothes from his backpack, discreetly changing. This outfit would consist of black, slick sweatpants. He would wrap a black cloth around his abs, and smaller ones around his fists, forearms, and feet. Standing in front of the defenseless dummy, he would stare at it a moment. Then he would begin his morning training; he would begin destroying the Dummy with much finesse...
After finishing his annihilation of the Combat Dummy, he would move to meditate. Pulling a candle from the backpack, he would move to sit on the mat, setting the candle in front of him and lighting it with his wand. He would move onto his knees in the middle of the mat, facing the candle. Placing his hands palm down atop his thighs, his fingertips facing inward to each other. Closing his eyes slowly, he would fall into a deep meditation. This being something that Xander had recommended, but he had pursued. Finding that the meditation was a relief, something to substitute his previous antics, something similar to why others smoke. But the physical exercise, the following calmness of his thoughts; it was an exertion that he found relieving. It was finally a proper hobby he could pursue, and a healthy one at that.
Falling into the black void of his thoughts just behind his closed eyelids, he would begin his meditation preference. It was something he called Ko'di. He would bring forth an imagine of a single ball of fire, bringing it in front of everything else. Allowing this source of ember forward, he would hold the image. Then, feeding into the fire a plethora of burdening thoughts, clearing his mind into the Flame; burning them away. Focusing on this ball of fire and keeping that image, until it was his only thought, and only a blackness resided behind the flame.
After doing so for a decent amount of time, he would adjust his positioning. Moving to sit with legs crossed, he would rest his forearms on his legs, letting his hands come together, palms up. Inhaling a deep breath, eyes remaining closed, he would bend forward, stretching. Holding the stretch and the breath for a good moment, he would exhale slowly, blowing out the candle. Once the candle was extinguished, he would open his eyes...
He would finish finally by moving to a more comfortable position, lounging. Taking his book out of his back pack, he would begin reading. His gathered snacks from the Great Hall set out by him to refurbish himself off of, his bottle of iced water kept in his lap for easy access. He would study, his mind clear and able to focus.
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