DUKE, kirley meriwether

[duke]

KIRLEY MERIWETHER DUKE ,

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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) :

kirley meriwether duke the third.

( NICKNAMES ) :

duke,kirls, curly-q.

( SEX ) :

male.

( BLOOD TYPE ) :

muggle-born.

( AGE & DOB ) :

sixteen, may tenth.

( YEAR ) :

sixth year.

( HOUSE ) :

hufflepuff.

( AFFILIATION ) :

neutral.

( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) :

heterosexual.

( WAND ) :

ten inches and a centimeter, dragon whisker, hornbeam, good for luck charms.

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) :

• his friends and family.
  
• girls.
  
• music.
  
• fruits and tomatoes.
  
• comic books.

( DISLIKES ) :

• slytherins.
  
• plants (he has allergies).
  
• books without pictures.
  
• most vegetables (except tomatoes).
  
• people cracking their knucles.

( STRENGTHS ) :

• can play a mean guitar.
  
• is a good listener for those bad days.
  
• can appreciate the little things in life easily.

( WEAKNESSES ) :

• girls, women, ladies. anything female.
  
• not the smartest tool in the shed.
  
• easily persuaded by people he trusts.

( RIDDIKULUS! ) :

herbology and plants.

( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) :

sitting in the back room of a music store, borrowing a guitar until he could successfully play stairway to heaven by led zeppelin.

( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) :

when a group of slytherins tormented his sister, and he couldn't do anything about it.

( MIRROR OF ERISED ) :

to be in a band, covered in tattoos, tons of ladies around him, and money falling from the sky. (this will change in the future).

( PET PEEVES ) :

• people who lose their train of thought and stop halfway threw their sentences.
  
• people who overly talk with their hands.
  
• when people make fun of music.

( PERSONALITY ) :

theres not that many words to describe kirely. pretty much when you think of the boy only one word comes to mind: nerdy. but the sad thing is that he isn't that smart. in other words he's more like a loner. in all respect he's just shy. he can barely start a conversation with someone, which makes him a perfect target for bullies. with bullies come a whole lot of trouble, which make his grades suffer (you can't really do your homework when you are locked in a closet, and you can't really pay attention in class when people are spitting paper balls at you). the only way kirley can really 'get away' is with his music.

if you don't bully kirley and actually get to know him you'll find him reserved. to say that kirley is comfortable around people and acts like 'himself' around his best of friends would be a lie. the hufflepuff is good for a few laughs, but he most likely will stay quiet until spoken to first. mr duke find that when he talks everything just comes out wrong. if he starts telling a joke he'll end up messing it up by telling you the punch line first, and if he has to start a conversation they start horribly because out of pure confusion he'll bring up the worst topics, like someones death. this doesn't mean he doesn't love his friends and family, no, he probably loves them more then you could imagine. kirley just has awkward ways of showing it.

oh and if you are a girl (whom he isn't related to) things are ten times more awkward then normal. no scratch that. maybe one hundred times more awkward. the boy is sixteen, so don't pretend you didn't see this coming. kirley does love him some girls. even if they never really love back. he's had some relationships in the past, but they never ended well in fact they ended painfully. its hard for him to learn his lesson though, and you can often find him writing little poems and songs for the girl of his fancy.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) :

ginger. thats pretty much what everyone remembers about him. he barley ever takes care of his hair, and takes pride in its tangled-ill-appearance. sometimes his red locks are a good thing so that he can lie and say he's a yaxley or a weasly and then no one will beat him up.

( EYES ) :

its hard to tell kirley's eye color from behind his glasses, but they are very much a dark hazel. now you might be thinking to yourself, isn't that brown? but you see, its much to light to be actual brown. at least thats how kirley sees it and they are his eyes after all.

( BODY STRUCTURE ) :

kirley is a scrawny kid theres no way around it. he is six feet tall... barely (with his hair spiked) he has no muscle what so ever, though he's not all sticks and bones. what can you say? the boy loves to eat.

( ATTIRE ) :

clothes? normally what ever his mother buys him, which is usually just jeans and a t-shirt. for christmas his sisters usually try to buy him something cool like a vest and convers. personally kirley likes quirky clothes like bow-ties and plaid anything.

( DISTINGUISHED ) :

none.... yet. one day he will break out of his box and cover himself with tattoos. (or so he wishes) just wait, it'll happen... someday.

( PLAY-BY ) :

nick santino.

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
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( PARENTS ) :

kirley meriwether duke the second, older, teacher, father.
harriot margo douglas-duke, old, real-estate agent, mother.

( SIBLINGS ) :

sydney natasha duke, ninteen, older sister, muggle.
waverly mckenna duke, fifteen, younger sister, gryffindor.
bronwyn jane duke , thirteen, youngest sister, muggle.

( OTHERS ) :

kirley meriwether duke sr , oldest, grandfather, muggle.
tawny elizabeth douglas, old, aunt, gryffindor alumni.

( HISTORY ) :

there is a story behind everything and everyone. sometimes you just have to take a breather, calm down, and be patient so that you can actually hear the story. for kirley meriwether duke the third, most people would just skip over his story, however, its rather interesting if you look deep enough. (in fact every story does have a sort of brilliance to it). but take poor kirley here as an example, even his name has an interesting story behind it. growing up tons of people would make fun of him for his name so to make it sound cooler he'd always tack on 'THE THIRD' because it seemed more imporant, and no one else in his grammar school had 'the third' after their names. nevertheless nothing can save you from the name kirley meriwether duke. duke itself isn't a horrible last name, in fact its pretty ace. think about it; alexander michael duke, nathaniel robert duke, or even, sherlock holmes duke. they all seemed reasonable names. but you see kirely's great-grandmother had for some reason loved the name so much she convinced her son (the first kirely meriwether duke) to name his first born that. and well, kirely meriwether duke jr. wasn't one to break tradition even if it had to be one of the worst possible names to grow up with.

you would image how horrible it was to grow up with such a name, especially when you are little and people just love to pick on everyones name. it didn't help that kirely meriwether duke the third, was also the only boy out of four children of a very protective mother and rather nerdy father. harriot duke is a very strong willed women who will not let anyone get in between her and her love for her children. in other words, do you remember that mom who was always at every school event... you know, that mother who over cheered for their child and made all their school projects perfect? well, that was harriot for you. and kirely does love his mother greatly, theres just some things you can never change, but it was always odd when she'd drive up to the school while he had recess just to make sure everything was alright. on top of that all, his aunt was twice insane as her sister. tawny elizabeth douglas didn't believe in wearing anything other then a pointy hat and a flowing robe, she also carried the weirdest shaped bag and a broom stick. on the few days that kirely actually invited friends over and they got a glimpse of his aunt tawny, they all laughed and said she was a witch, but kirely just yelled at them until they had to leave. it wasn't until he was eleven that he found out his friend were right.

yep, you read right. wizards, witches, broomsticks and potions, they are all true and little kirley duke had to face that reality when he turned eleven and got his letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. the poor boy didn't really take the news lightly and fainted upon finishing the letter. his mother was afraid she'd have to take him to the hospital again like the time when he had a horrible reaction to the new plant in the house, but he eventually came around. it was a huge surprise to the whole family when he got the letter because his mother and his father and even his older sister, sydney, were very much not a witches or wizards. there was no way stopping it though, he had to go to hogwarts and his aunt made sure of it. she took him to diagon alley, bought him all his supplies and sent him on his way from platform 9 and 3/4 to hogwarts. on the train ride to the new school he told everyone his name was duke douglas (stealing his aunts last name) and for a simply train ride he believed that maybe this was for the best. if only he had known that the group of boys he was sitting on the train with were bound to be slytherin and if only he had known that the sorting hat screamed everyones name.

"DUKE, KIRELY!.... HUFFLEPUFF!!"

the next thing he knew he was sitting with a group of misfits. he couldn't really explain it other then the other tables looked so organized. the green table had groups of sharp looking cold people, while the blue table was filled with brainiacs and the red table had all those popular looking people. and his table? the hufflepuff one? it just seemed like odd bits and pieces thrown in together with all the left over parts. to kirley it looked like they were trying to fit a circle into a square, but strangely for once, it seemed to work. he quickly made friends in the house. everyone was nice to him, making his first year at hogwarts one of his best. even with slytherings picking on him for being 'mudblood' and for having an adverb for a name, he was able to survive. it was his second year on that everything started falling down hill when he's younger sister, waverly, got a letter to hogwarts herself.

waverly is a totally different horse compared to her only brother and maybe if she was the only wizard in her family she would have been okay. her charm and sweetness would have gotten her through hogwarts as if seven years were just a blink of the eye. yet, seeing that kirley was already the target of many pranks, waverly was easy to get to for all his slytherin-bullies. the fact that she was sorted into gryffindor was just icing on the cake. kirley vividly remembered one day when a group singled out waverly in the courtyards. he tried as hard as he could to pull them away from her or push their wands out of the way, but theres only so much a second year could do. kirley felt horrible, like everything was his fault. waverly was closest to his age out of all the duke children making them thick as thieves and it was all his bloody fault for not protecting her. the only thing he could do was to calm down a shaken up first year, and play his guitar for her. it was right then and there that he knew what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, and that was to play music. making his sister happy with his music was the best reward for him, however the idea of sharing the joy of music with other people, and making them smile just once seemed like the best dream to have.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) :

missy.

( AGE ) :

sixteen.

( EXPERIENCE ) :

years?

( CONTACT INFO ) :

msn: [e-mail]
aim: glassMELLY
tumblr: [e-mail]

( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) :

i confess. im a stalker.

( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

who ever came up with defense against the dark arts was in all reality a very smart person. evangeline knew that he-who-should-not-be-named had everyone on their toes, constantly looking over their shoulders and living in fear back in the old days. and because of that, of course, they needed to know how to disarm a werewolves or kill death eaters. but good thing he was defeated,right? and what about now a days? to miss finnigan the class seemed pointless. there wasn't really anything to fear at the moment, at least in relevance to evil meanie heads who wanted to take over the world, so then why teach a class about how to defend yourself against something that wasn't there? then again, evangeline was a little bit bias seeing that anything about death, blood, or monsters made her queasy. however, none of this stopped her professor from assigning mile long essays, leaving evangeline finnigan to stay up late finishing them up.

the sky had long ago turned pitch black, while the moon was just a sliver among the stars. evangeline couldn't tell what time it really was but guessing by the melted candle she lit to help her see after the sun had set, it was way past time to go to bed. by now her handwritting had withered away to resemble chicken scratches on paper rather then actual letters. if only she could have paid a little bit more attention in class the essay would seem doable, but at the moment the hufflepuff was rewording the chapter in her book, 'dumbing' things down in a way so that it seemed like she actually came up with something of importance. it was true, evangeline wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, or maybe she just had a little rust on her, but at least she was resourceful.

with a yawn, evangeline put her hair up into a messy bun. boy, did a nice comfy bed sound nice just about now. for a moment evan almost considered just chucking the assignment across the floor and calling it a night, but the little annoying voice inside her head told her other wise. aggravated, evan rubbed her eyes, drastic times called for drastic measures and with a frown she pulled her school bag over to her lap and rummaged through it for her glasses. yes she had glasses, and no she never really wore them. they were to help her see up close and evan only used them at home. at school, she just squinted and strained her eyes if she needed to read anything important because she just hated her glasses. finally she found them, but to her devastation they were broken. it didn't even seem possible, most of her childhood was spent on disposing her glasses with out much success and now they finally had cracks in them. whatever, nothing a little magic couldn't fix.

"repairo" She whispered as she pointed her wand at the glasses, but nothing happened. "repairo" She repeat a little bit louder, but with no success. "repairo-repairo-repairo-repairo!" She continued, shaking her wand violently at the already destroyed specs. it was like the essay was screaming not to be finished, but evangeline was a determined little bugger and she wasn't going to let this stop her. even though it was late evan knew for a fact most of the sixth years and seventh years were up, just talking or finishing homework, which was exactly what she needed. quickly, well not too quickly because she was so tired, evangeline got up and headed toward the common room, glasses in hand. for being half asleep she was rather happy to leave her essay and there was a little pep in her step as she made her way along. evangeline was always happy to be with her friends though and hopefully leroy longbottom wasn't to busy that he could spare some time for the fifth year. thank god she found him in the common room, who knows what evan would have done if he wasn't there. a smile crossed her lips as she took a few sneaky steps in the direction of leroy. "BOO!" she laughed, taking a giant leap and making a loud thud on the ground next to his chair. "I need your help." she went on, waving the shattered glasses into his view.

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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[natalie dawn giles]

Dear Mr. Duke,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Through Undead Eyes. Please find enclosed a list of all steps you should take now that you've been accepted.

Yours sincerely,
Rachel
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