Post by kenton on Jul 30, 2011 22:58:43 GMT -5
AGE: Twenty-nine.
NICKNAMES: Kent, Moonshine.
BLOOD: Muggle-born / Werewolf.
FORMER HOUSE: Gryffindor.
OCCUPATION: Owner of Soleil et Lune brewery.
NATIONALITY: American.
SEXUALITY: Straight as an arrow.
AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix.[/ul]
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BROOM: Nimbus 2001.
QUIDDITCH POSITION: Keeper.
AMORTENTIA: Pine trees, whiskey.
PATRONOUS: A ferret.[/ul]
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DISLIKES: hot summers, ketchup, late nights, headline news, natural disasters, reading, billboards, vampires, higher ups, authority, people who can't take a joke, serious conversations, keeping track of time, bland foods, being tricked, whispering, stubborn people, following all the rules, people who worry to much, slow music.
STRENGTHS: Deception, personable charm, making witty remarks, charismatic, never gives in without a fight, luck.
WEAKNESSES: Womanizer, authority - he has trouble listening to it, breaking the rules, daredevil, spontaneous, reckless, determined.[/ul]
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MOTHER: Unknown.
FATHER: Unknown.
HISTORY: The beginning for Kenton Adler’s life was nearly almost the ending as well, having been orphaned as a child only a few days after his birth, he was left on the door stop with nothing but a note attached and a name. The owner of the doorstep didn't seem to appreciate the gesture of being dropped a random baby, so naturally the baby was brought to the nearest local orphanage. Having done his civic duty bringing the child in the owner of the doorstep disappeared out of the picture after that moment. The name that had been attached to the bundle that the baby was wrapped in did not seem to match any records of anyone currently living in the city or even the state of Louisiana. In fact the last name seemed unheard of, not a trace was left of the birth parents, so the baby was to stay at the orphanage. It wouldn't be until three years later that the child was eligible for foster care, which was quickly secured since he appeared well behaved enough. That was where Kenton's life took off; spending the next seven years growing up in foster care he was easily introduced to what could be considered one of the state's worst systems. For the next seven years he was tossed from foster home to foster home, having a multitude of problems before finally settling into a specific home at the age of eight. The next year would be insufferably hard for him considering the quality of the foster home wasn't excellent since the foster parents in question believed in a sort of hard discipline. Kenton had always had a bit of a problem with authority so he didn't take to well to them from the beginning, but it seemed like he had been there to stay considering all the "problems" he had had in all the other homes.
Having run away multiple times before it wasn't until he was well into his ninth year of life that Kenton finally devised a plan to run away and stay gone. The incident in particular happened in the morning when he was supposedly going to take the bus to school -- of course instead of going to school he walked past the bus stop and just kept walking. He made it all the way to the "bad" part of downtown, where all the drinking and the drug trafficking went on -- although at the time he wasn't aware of this being so young and all. Looking very downtrodden and with nowhere to go he took a seat on the curb of the street, and sat there for several hours. Having tried to think things through several times he couldn't figure out what he should do next because he had never gotten this far before. Yet he had played it smart this time he had taken the city bus and taken it during a time that school would have been out for him. Despite his luck prior to now he was still stuck and wondering where exactly he would spend the night. Just before he could wallow in his self-conceived misery for much longer a nicely dressed man stepped out of a nearby building. Moments later the man was leaning down talking to the boy sitting on the street corner, certainly it did look suspicious, but the man only had intentions of returning the boy to his home. Kenton told his story rather quickly and expressed every shred of unwillingness when it came to going back to his foster home. The man did not seem at all doubtful of the boy, in fact he liked the charisma with which he told his tale of escape. He took no hesitation in deciding to pick the boy off from the street "adopting" him. Introducing himself as John he extended the offer to Kenton that was for him to come and live with him. With no place to go and nothing to lose, the boy immediately jumped at the offer - regardless of the potential threat the man might have proved for he was naive at the time. Unknown to Kenton the man was actually the leader of a very notorious group of organized criminals and thieves, not that it would have mattered at the moment because of the kindness that the stranger had extended in his direction -- it was admirable.
Adapting to his new lifestyle was much easier than the older one had been, there were no longer any need for social workers or school or even "homework time," instead there were just the streets and potential targets. Kenton was taken out and taught how to pick pocket along with a quite a few other "street skills." He grew up learning how to talk people out of their money, how to move quickly, and even how to fight. These "lessons" that he learned were not entirely honest, but his young mind was free for their forming and form they did, he was educated not only about street life but also the hierarchy of the "group." He would soon learn that the random well dressed man that had picked him up off the street was among the highest ranking in that structure. Kenton was still astonished at what he considered his "luck" considering he no longer had to attend the long draggy school days and all his work consisted of what he assumed was all play. Despite the dishonest atmosphere that had been provided for him, Kenton flourished and he was soon at the top of his game within a few months picking pockets like a natural. Always having been a fast learner Kenton quickly picked up on the dynamics of his new life as well, which he found much more exciting than anything else he had ever done. His new "adoptive father" was more than pleased with his progress and rather happy that he had taken the time to speak with Kenton initially. After that initial jump into glory, the years passed rather quickly for Kenton as he continued to work dishonestly in the gang that was now considered something of a family to him.
Things were going brilliantly for him as he rose through the ranks and easily gained the respect of most of the other members of John's organization. Always having been a quick learner as well as an able teacher it wasn't uncommon for Kenton on occasion to show a new kid the ropes once or twice. In addition to that he was always working on trying to get a bigger score to make more money to bring back "home." It wasn't until he turned fourteen that he was offered a rather big proposition -- more of a mission really, he was to go to London accompanied by another member three years his senior. Why London? Well for one it was more of the crime capital of the world when compared to New Orleans in Louisiana, and another reason? Well negotiations between John's group and another group in New York were happening and the two were supposed to be sent up to help with a rather large theft of something expensive. Chosen as two of the best and youngest representatives of their group, they of course felt honored to go. The trek up to London by plane didn't take long, but the actual mission did. Once they arrived at the airport things went downhill from there, originally the heist was supposed to go off that Friday, but it never happened. Instead all plans backfired and on the way to the supposed hold up the boys and the other group of thieves were ambushed by yet another opposing group. Apparently there was something of a turf war going on at the time, nothing that John had been aware of or else he would have ceased the negotiations in the first place. Kenton was nearly caught off guard when the large scale fight broke out, but he was luckily able to hold his own and escape. The same couldn't be said for his friend though who ended up getting shot in the back of the head while they were escaping.
Alone and lost in a strange city, Kenton didn't know what to do having narrowly escaped his own death he had just witnessed the murder of a friend. Panicking he found himself a place to stay the night, the next morning he woke up unable to even imagine going back to New Orleans. Nervous and fearing for his life he sat around all day contemplating what to do, it wouldn't be long before his money ran out and the original agreement had been that they would fly back with their cut of money from the robbery. Considering the whole situation had backfired horribly on him Kenton feared that he would get in trouble for the trap that he had walked into -- knowingly or not he would still take the heat for it. There was money involved and there had been a large sum that he was supposed to get his hands on. He was hesitant to even consider picking up the phone and calling Louisiana, instead he found himself waiting around until he ended up out on the street due to lack of money to pay for his hotel room. This only happened a few days later, and after having gotten kicked out of the room he found himself out on the street again. Yet this time his savior didn't come in the form of a man wearing a suit, instead it was an older man in a tall pointed had and purple robes. Much like John had, he was intrigued by the amount of charisma that Kenton had and his certain skills. He said that he saw something in him that others didn’t see, and he asked Kenton if he would like to go to a school for people with skills like his own.
Thinking that the man meant that he would be attending school for con men, and having nowhere else to go, Kenton agreed and he let the man coax him onto a red, steam engine train. It came as a huge shock to the fourteen year old when he came upon a castle nestled in the Scottish hills, lit by floating candles and haunted by spectral ghosts. With his first instinct telling him that something was terribly wrong with the entire situation, Kenton ran out of the castle and across its lawns, his young legs carrying him into the clump of trees on the grounds. His situation only grew worse as he found himself to be surrounded by creatures that only existed in the stories that he had been told as a boy- centaurs, huge winged horses, and gigantic spiders. Kenton came to the realization that he had to be hallucinating; that he had been kidnapped at the airport, and he was now in a coma and he was hallucinating all of this. He climbed a tree and slept there for three days before the elderly staff of the castle found him and managed to pull him out of the woods. He cursed at them and threw any object he could grab within reach, but they remained rather calm considering and they explained to him that all of it was very real. A woman asked him if he had ever noticed how well he had done with his “gifts”- his art of persuading people and somehow managing to luck his way out of every situation, as if by magic. According to them, he was a wizard.
Kenton laughed hysterically to the point of tears. He was a wizard? Had then all been sniffing paint fumes to the point of being loopy? They silenced him and asked him to simply concentrate on something to see if they were right- he concentrated hard, visualizing a stick of rock candy. When he opened his eyes, he found the red sugar crystals to be clutched in his hand, as if they had materialized there on his command. Initially shell shocked, it took Kenton over a year to accept what he was. He was taught their ways and of their customs; taught of their history and their creatures. They also told him that they had been trying to contact him for years, but apparently their owls had never managed to reach him. He sunk comfortably into the draft of Hogwarts castle, finding his place immediately in a circle of trouble makers. He was notorious for conning people out of their money and their sweets during gambling sessions in the common room, and he more than once mouthed off to his professors when they questioned his snide and mischievous ways.
Always fond of sneaking out and with an ever present taste for danger, Kenton found himself back in the forbidden forest many times in his school years. Shortly after his seventeenth birthday, him and a group of friends decided they would get cheap thrills out of getting smashed and camping in the woods. The full moon hung in the air, casting a perfect amount of light on the campers. As Kenton became intoxicated, he got rather daring and wandered off away from camp alone. Some sort of creature found him- an odd thing looking like a shifted human. Kenton, always the cocky one, asked a rather rude question about whether its parents had been siblings and if it was the product of their incest. The man-like creature lunged at him and bit him hard, his shoulder now ruined as he screamed at his friends for help. They came to him, but when they saw what was in his company they ran from the forest, leaving Kenton alone with what had bit him. He ran as quickly as he could in his drunken stupor back to the castle and up to the hospital wing with a considerable amount of scrapes and blood on him, but that didn’t take away from the chunk of flesh that was missing from his left shoulder.
After a long retelling of the events and much reprimandation from his headmaster for sneaking into the forest, they gave him the hard truth- he was bit by a werewolf. Kenton had heard many silly things in his years at Hogwarts, but a werewolf? A sick knowing feeling set in the bottom if his gut and the feeling of bile came up his throat. A month later their words to him were confirmed. His group of friends stopped talking to him, and word spread through the castle that he was a werewolf. Letters from angry parents poured in, saying that they were concerned for the safety of their children and that they didn’t want them in the same room with a werewolf. At the discretion of his head of house, Kenton transferred to Hogwarts Galaxia. His daredevil and reckless ways remained tucked under his belt during his remaining years in school, knowing that it would be better to not draw attention to himself and to his condition. After graduation, however, Kenton went back to gambling and conning anything that would give him the time of day, and to charming the pants off of any woman that walked by him.
Kenton struggled to find where he belonged in the wizarding world now that he didn’t have a mentor to guide him. On top of that, he shifted into a hideous man-wolf-thing once a month and went on a murderous rampage, destroying anything in his path. So what did he do? He opened a brewery. He always enjoyed alcohol and how that he was out of school, he needed work. He developed special brews and drafts for people like him and those similar – vampire, shifters, and things of that nature. He excelled in school and he knew that there were potions one could make that would help to sway to effects of the moon (or the blood in the case of a vampire.) Kenton implemented the same techniques and produced a draft with similar effects to a Wolfsbane potion- only now in a convenient, and better tasting, bottle form. In the wake of its success, he began doing to same for the sunlight potion used by vampires. Kenton was a wealthy man, and earned the nickname of Moonshine Adler. Soleil et Lune began shipping out of country and he was featured in the Daily Prophet and in Witch Weekly as an up and coming business man- and an eligible bachelor.
However, making beer wasn’t as satisfying as Kenton through it would be. He still had stewing guilt inside of him for what he had done in his life- from being a nine year old thief to being a werewolf, Kenton knew that he hadn’t done the best at leaving a good impression on the world. On a whim and thinking that it would redeem him, he joined the Order of the Phoenix and joined the ranks of Aurors, hoping that his non-magical skills could somehow be an asset to the wizarding world.[/ul]