ANDREWS, jayden rhys

[jayden rhys andrews]

JAYDENRHYSANDREWS



SLYTHERIN - SIXTEEN - SIXTH - FRANCISCO LACHOWSKI

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wand:

13", dragonstring core, cherry wood, unyielding

blood status:

pureblood

likes:

• sex
  
• sleeping
  
• tea
  
• winning
  
• getting his way
  
• flying
  
• muggles
  
• flirting
  
• magic
  
• dancing
  

dislikes:

• losing
  
• rejection
  
• clingy people
  
• waking up early
  
• coffee
  
• rules
  
• large crowds
  
• closed spaces
  
• morning
  
• serious people
  

personality:

• persuasive
  
• flirtatious
  
• relaxed
  
• playful
  
• funny
  
• dedicated
  
• brave
  
• charming
  
• ambitious
  
• resourceful
  
• trustworthy
  
• picky
  
• impatient
  
• stubborn
  
• defiant
  
• unforgiving
  
• can be violent when angry
  
• impulsive
  
• somewhat lazy
  
• opinionated
  
• perverted
  
• unpredictable
  
  jayden is a complicated boy; then again, who isn't? the first thing one should know about jay is that he shows some of the key traits of a slytherin. he is ambitious, resourceful, cunning, a leader, and is very intelligent in his own opinion. he does go against some traits, though. he isn't all for tradition; in fact, his fondness for muggles and muggle - borns is a huge secret to him because he's afraid of being shunned for it. additionally, jay is a pretty calm and laid - back person. he doesn't like doing work if he doesn't have to, though he will if there's enough incentive. he is also a huge flirt; he flirts with everyone, male or female, young or old. he can't help himself. lastly, he's stubborn. when he wants his way, he wants his way. he won't stop until he gets his way or finds an alternate scenario that he's okay with. while he will give up on something occasionally, the general rule is that if he has his eyes set on it, that won't change.

pet peeves:

jay's pet peeves mostly involve someone else's manners of speech or how they hold themselves. he absolutely hates when people say " like " or " um " multiple times in one sentence. once or twice, using those words is fine, but when it's in every sentence you speak, jay could just flip. what also annoys him is when people excessively stutter when there's no reason to. he understands some people always stutter, but when they're just doing it because they're nervous or something? grow a backbone! the last thing that jay gets extremely annoyed about is when people have low - confidence about something when they shouldn't, like a person thinking they're bad at something when they're very good. he doesn't like when people carry themselves lowly and belittle themselves, and it actually is a large pet peeve of his.

amortentia:

jayden has learned that his favorite smell is a tie between two fairly similar things that he adores. the smell of an orange grove, with thousands of oranges growing on hundreds of trees, has always been a favorite of his. he also loves the smell of a forest after rainfall; the smell of rain has always been at the top of his list, though he doesn't know too much why. everything always smelled so nice and clean, so it was hard not to love the smell.

boggart:

jayden, list all men, have fears, he just refuses to admit that he has such fears. the top of his list would be bees, considering he had a bad run in with them as a younger child and learned he had a fairly bad allergy to their stings.

patronus:

the male's actual patronus takes the form of a fox because of the pet fox his family had while he was growing up; it had been the male's best friend. this also ties into his best memory due to the fact that it involves said fox. on his ninth birthday, jayden had been alone. everyone in his family had something to do that day and couldn't get out of it, so he was left to his own devices. while this would have normally been a negative memory, his fox - named cherry - kept him company. she played with him all day long, and at the end of the day, jay hadn't even realized that the day was over. she had even jumped into bed and cuddled with him as he fell asleep that night.

erised:

what jayden desires the most in the world is, as cliche as it sounds, to become a professional quidditch player. flying is one of his talents and he doesn't want it to go to waste. because he knows that that goal is very far - fetched and extremely not likely to happen, his second desire is to work with dragons. there's just something about dragons that lures him in, and if he couldn't make a living off flying and playing quidditch, he might as well work with some of these beautiful creatures.

background:

jayden rhys andrews is the third child born in the family of six. with an older brother and sister and a younger brother, nothing ever really got boring. their parents, who had both worked at the ministry all their lives, weren't home as often as the children would have liked; as a result, the eldest two raised jayden and his younger brother. of the family, jayden had always been closest to his eldest brother, ryder. the male took care of him when their sister, erika, was too busy with the baby of the family to really pay attention to jayden. because of this, he isn't too fond of erika; their baby brother is alright, but he can't really stand her much.

growing up with his siblings had gotten more fun as they all grew older. erika and ryder were both on their houses' quidditch teams; over the summers, they would both practice. their rivalry at home didn't exist, but back at school it was relentless . . . or so he heard. he never saw his siblings get into an argument while he was around them. when he got older, he was allowed to practice with them. he would always switch positions depending on what they needed, though he wished he could have practiced being seeker.

getting into slytherin wasn't a very big shock for the family. it was the same house as ryder - which he was thankful for - and many members of the family before him. from there, his brother continued to raise and protect him. jayden was never bullied while his brother was at school - for god's sake, the guy had been a prefect, too! it was also under his brother's influence that jayden didn't despise people who weren't pureblood; his brother had been nice to people who deserved it no matter what their blood status was. occasionally, when the opportunity came, ryder had even been nice to actual muggles. if it hadn't been for ryder's influence, jayden wouldn't be . . . whatever the heck he is today.

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ALIAS: cupcake
AGE: 17
TIMEZONE: pacific
EXPERIENCE: uh 7ish years
OTHER CHARRIES:

none!

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

neely was tired. she hadn't been home at all the night before, but had crawled back in through her window at around six in the morning. naturally, the first thing she did was strip down, put on some cozy pajamas, and slip into bed. surprisingly, she dreamed, and it was a nice dream. it wasn't a cruel flashback of her time at the "hospital," but a bit of a glorified happier memory. she and all her siblings were playing, having fun. together. this was before daphne and neely had been sent away, before daphne completely cracked, before neely cut herself off . . . and before jayne made it obvious that he cared more for daphne than anyone else.

she had no idea how long she was out for. she awoke groggily, not too pleased at the shouting that was going on downstairs. even though her room was seemingly so far away from the rest of the place, neely could still hear her parents shouting. well, it was mostly her father. even at her distance, neely could feel his rage. he got like this often, and it made neely happy nowadays. she knew jayne and daphne were planning for his death; as soon as she managed to get to jayne alone, she would ask to be included in the plan. there was no way she was going to let them get rid of that man and not be a part of it! she wanted him to pay . . . oh, how she wanted him to suffer and know how much she despised him before he took his last breath.

the faerie laid there for what seemed like eternity, listening to her parents shouting. even though she was still tired, it was hard to fall asleep with him going at it like that . . . especially since she was getting excited about what was to happen in the near future. how near it was, she had no idea. neely had only heard two of her siblings talk about how they were going to kill their father, not when. she wished she knew when it was; then she could make sure she was there to watch the life drain out of him. neely smiled, rolling over onto her side and curling up in a little ball. well, as little of a ball as she could get. she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the three faint voices coming from karson's room . . . of course they would all be there. of course they would all be so close and yet none of them were even thinking of seeing her. that was to be expected, now, wasn't it? she had been avoiding them for so long, she doubted any of them would go to her room just to chat. she wished someone would, though . . .

lost in her musings, neely jumped into a sitting position when she heard her mother's scream. there were footsteps going down the stairs soon after. neely's heart was racing. did they already do it? i missed my chance? is he dying already? though she still could feel the weights on her eyelids, neely couldn't help herself. she stepped into her slippers and walked as silently as she could down the stairs, not bothering to change out of her pajamas. besides, she wasn't planning on letting any of them see her. she just wanted to see her father's face as he died . . . assuming that was why she heard the scream. she supposed maybe her mother had just dropped something, but that was unlikely. she was guessing today was the last day she had to deal with that damned malcolm astor.

neely followed her siblings' footsteps into their father's study. she peeked into the doorway, her messy hair falling well past her waist as she tilted her head to one side. she was only partially visible to everyone in the room, but she hoped everyone would be too preoccupied to notice her standing there. karson was calling for help, daphne on top of their mother, and jayne was trying to bring their father back. neely figured jayne's actions were faked; he had planned this, had he not? now that she thought about it, this was the perfect way to do it . . . all the children had been upstairs. sleeping or talking, they weren't near their father. plenty of people had access to him in the morning . . . no one would immediately guess it was the perfect son that masterminded this entire thing. daphne they might suspect - perhaps neely since she was so emotionally apart from the family - but jayne and karson would be safe. she knew jayne had to know that; as much as she hated to admit it, he was pretty damn smart.

eventually, paramedics arrived. neely stepped to the side to get out of their way, letting them into the room. she was tempted to leave right then, but she listened to jayne speak. he was already talking like the head of the family. neely bit her lip to keep herself from laughing out loud. she'd have to listen to him now, in theory. neely had no plans of suddenly submitting to jayne just because their father was dead now. as the men left with her father's body, neely couldn't help but look back into the room to see how everyone was. their mother was still a blubbering mess, daphne was . . . well, what did neely care what daphne was doing? her chest tightened when she saw karson out of her glamour, being hugged by jayne. of course he'd comfort her . . . even if he saw me, i doubt he'd want to touch me. her hands tightened into fists. did she even want to have him embrace her like that? she honestly couldn't remember the last time jayne and her had hugged like that.

hesitantly, neely stepped fully into the doorway and spoke. " well, guess i'm missing the party again . . . can't be helped, i guess. " there was a mix of pain and anger in her voice that neely just couldn't hide. she was angry she didn't have a hand in his death - she didn't poison him, didn't get to curse at him as he died in front of her - and was watching as her brother grew closer to another sister. neely had no idea why she was staying, why she was torturing herself by watching her entire family get along with just her as the outsider, but she did. she couldn't bring herself to leave the scene. she thought of her next words carefully, not wanting to give away that she knew exactly how their father had met his end. " know if he suffered at all? " she asked, staring at the floor where her father had been, hoping it would seem as if she at least cared a little about how he died. hopefully one of the siblings - hopefully not daphne - would answer the question, seeing as it hadn't been directed at anybody. neely ran a hand through her hair, refusing to look at any of her family.