Personality: Damian is a very friendly guy for the most part, but he is often seen as being a bit odd due to his mood swings, something he likes to blame on being a Gemini. Not that he takes the stuff seriously.
Besides that he is a very passionate person who wears his heart on his sleeve. When he gets angry he is more likely to be sarcastic or snap at somebody and when he is in a good mood he is more likely to be found annoying somebody or pulling a prank. He’ll flirt no matter the mood though, if a person interests him. Yet another thing he likes to blame on astrology.
When Damian is in one of his more somber moods he can be found in the library, reading about an odd topic that would most likely make most people stare at him strangely. Of course, he gets very annoyed when his reading is interrupted and tends to become quite vocal about it, causing a few detentions or the occasional ban by the librarian.
Sample Third Person RP: It was hardly Damian’s fault he was forced into the hallway, his books spread out across the cold floors. He was banned from the library due to arguing over a book with some silly Ravenclaw, his common room was too noisy, his bedroom was occupied by one of the other blokes snogging his bird senseless, and it was much too sunny outside. Which only left of the empty corridors. So here he was with his parchment crunched under the large potions book, his inkwell teetering on the edge of the History of Magic book, and an antsy first year that was too scared to walk by him, but could not think of another route to their class.
Rolling his eyes, Damian gestured at the kid. “I swear I don’t bite.” The kid only let out a small scared noise, apparently surprised he was actually talking. Their wide eyes examined the amount of space and, after deciding it was safe enough after all, they rushed by, scattering a few piece of parchment with his notes on them.
Bugger. His eyes squeezed shut as the teetering inkwell fell onto the notes. Shite. Looked like he would be borrowing notes tonight after all.
Sample First Person RP: The air was brisk as I listened to the far off screams, a grin on my face. I knew well enough they were shouting for each team, but sometimes I liked to imagine the spectators were cheering me on. Me, not just the team. It was pretty selfish of me and I knew it, but what was a mind for if not to enjoy the occasional daydream? If only I could figure out the right place and time to daydream. The whistle had already sounded and I missed it. Just like I barely missed the bludger soaring at me. With a low expletive I rolled on my broom, diving to the right just in time to see the bludger be redirected towards the other team’s chaser. The game was on, and as I leaned forward to speed after the chaser currently holding the quaffle, I was more than ready for it.