NASHTON, kisten edward

KISTEN EDWARD NASHTON ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) : Kisten Edward Nashton
( NICKNAMES ) : Kist or Nash, short for his first and last names respectively.
( SEX ) : male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : half-blood
( AGE & DOB ) : 29 // March 10th
( YEAR ) : --
( HOUSE ) : Ravenclaw
( CANON? ) : No
( OCCUPATION ) : Professor
( AFFILIATION ) : Neutral
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Pansexual
( WAND ) : 14.25“, Dragon Heartstring, Rowan wood.

( LIKES ) : Cats, Sweets, Drinking, Music, Science
( DISLIKES ) : Dogs, Spicy foods, Birds, Vampires, Pranks
( STRENGTHS ) : Observant, Intelligent, Deductive skills
( WEAKNESSES ) : Physical fights, OCD, Not prying into things.
( AMORTENTIA ) : Vanilla, Coffee, Rain, Cereal
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : A blond vampire
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : The first night he drank himself into a blissful stupor.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Seeing his mother‘s death when he was five.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : Finally being able to turn his mind off and peacefully sitting, doing nothing.
( PERSONALITY ) : Kisten is a strange individual. He is exceptionally stand offish and doesn‘t allow many to get very close to him. There are multiple reasons for this, the strongest among them being that he doesn’t want anyone near and dear to suddenly be taken from him again. He has a brilliant and annoying observant mind so he uses these qualities to put people off from wanting to be too near him. He’ll point out little idiosyncrasies as a deterrent. He would have been an excellent detective if he had better people skills and used more tact when dealing with others.

Underneath the calm, calculating exterior, he is a mess. While he enjoys being smarter than most others, this means that he almost always needs to know everything. It becomes almost an obsession when there is something he doesn’t know and he has to figure it out. He tends to keep a large stock pile of alcohol in his quarters just so he can turn his mind off long enough to get to sleep. Even further down, some small part of him really would like someone to love. He just fears it and wouldn’t know the first thing about having a real relationship with someone.

( HAIR ) : Kisten’s hair is a dark brown, cut short and typically in a constant state of bed head.
( EYES ) : He has lovely hazel eyes leaning closer to green.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : Kisten has an oval face with a rather thin nose and lips. Other than that, he has no remarkable facial features aside from his constant scruff.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Kisten stands at 6’ even and weights about 157lbs. He’s thin and doesn’t seem to have much muscle mass which suits him just fine. He uses mental warfare rather than fists so he does minimal amount of physical up keeping just to keep up with what his mind demands. He does need to do something to offset the drinking.
( ATTIRE ) : Unless forced into formal attire and robes, Kisten is far from a traditionalist. While he does wear robes each day, they are always left open and showing the casual wear beneath. His wardrobe runs high to jeans and tee shirts while pairing that with a nice jacket and vest. Unconventional, but it works for him.
( PLAY-BY ) : Jonny Lee Miller

( PARENTS ) : Eve Nashton[mother//deceased], David Nashton[father//61//Ministry Official]
( SIBLINGS ) : None
( OTHERS ) : None
( HISTORY ) : Kisten was born to a Muggle woman and a pureblood Wizard. His father, David, was more often at work rather than at home tending his family, but he felt that this was the way to properly provide for his family. His mother stayed with him, loving him dearly and doing her best to make sure he had all he needed. She knew that he was a gifted boy from the moment he was born.

Even when he was a baby, he showed signs of brilliance, catching onto speech patterns and developing faster than most other children his age. He was often reprimanded and picked on in school for his intelligence since no one seemed to truly understand. He would stare off at nothing during class to earn him a scolding for not paying attention even when he turned in tests and homework with near perfect scores.

When he was five, he was out with his mother, walking home when they were attacked. A blond vampire ruined his childhood by taking the one thing he loved the most in the world. He watched his mother die and was left with a very dim view of the world and a hatred for vampires. Now he understands that he shouldn‘t hate all vampires since it was just one that damaged him, but he still harbors a strong dislike for the entire species.

During his years at Hogwarts, with his absentee father simply sending him money and brief letters of encouragement, Kisten ignored most and dove headfirst into his studies. This included advancing himself through the courses, requesting to use older students text books so he could fill his time once finished with assignments given for his year appropriate classes.

He forced himself through school, participating in as little conversation and general interaction with his “peers“ as possible until he left to find mental stimulation elsewhere once he graduated. In the big, wide world, he studied other magical beings as well as Muggles. He even disappeared into the Muggle world for a few years, learning the damaging habits of his magic-less brethren.

His father finally found him, dragging him out of his drunken hole of blankness and urged him to find gainful employment. Rather than doing what was expected and applying at the Ministry, he, instead, sought work at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

( ALIAS ) : Sirius
( AGE ) : 24
( EXPERIENCE ) : 7-8 years
( CONTACT INFO ) : skype - madd13
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : Proboards Support
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : DC Comics - The Flash

Sirens blared as cop cars raced to the scene of a crime. A bank was in the middle of being robbed. Wonderful, another daylight snatch and grab. It was one of the easier things that the fastest man alive would have to deal with. Today was supposed to be easy going, the lab being relatively quiet .. for him. Wally had finished his calculations hours ago. He was just tinkering now and taking his time finishing this and that with what he was working on.

But duty called! The Flash was once more called to defend his beloved city. And that he did. Wally excused himself from the lab and headed for the door. It wasn’t like he was leaving early. He was just going to his second job. Actually, no. This was his second job. Protecting the innocent of Keystone City and making sure the world was as it should be was his first and foremost job.

Like a bolt of lightning, the redhead took off, leaving a blur of scarlet behind him. It took only seconds for him to stand in the doorway of the bank that was being robbed. He took everything in and cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. With a small smile, he gave a wave to the criminals before … Standing there holding guns? He had moved quicker than the eye could see, stripping the men of their weapons seemingly without moving. Even the papers scattered on the floor took a moment to rise and shift in the air in his wake.

Slowly, Flash dismantled the guns that had forced his charges into submission. I suggest you cooperate with the men and women in blue. Don’t wanna have to take a whole ‘nother second in kicking your butts. With a broad grin, he dropped the last of the metal pieces that made up the weapons and brushed off his hands. Turning, he gestured to the police force to enter and do their jobs. After all, these were ordinary men. They weren’t in league with the rogues he encountered that gave him real trouble. These were common thugs that knew not to push buttons with this Flash.

As he started to step away, Wally’s stomach gave a loud growl, signaling that power and body needed fuel. A small ‘crap’ escaped his lips as he sighed. Honestly, most of his paycheck went to his stomach. With a groan, he scanned the area quickly. Silly him. Burger King right across the way. With a more cheerful disposition, Wally jogged across the street, though it unconscious was a bit more than a jog. Oh well.

Stepping right up to the counter, as everyone watched the back at the windows, Wally glanced at the menu before smiling at the girl across from him. One of each, please. Yeah. One of each. He needed the entire value menu to settle everything properly and ensure that he would make it to dinner. And with some half heard response, he was informed that it would be on the house. Sweet. Free food. That was always a plus. Thanking the young woman he zipped off again, bags of food in his arm and one hand stuff his face. Now this is what he called ‘fast food’.