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Yes, it's really Hadrian (keepoutscots) wrote,
@ 2009-01-29 18:17:00

Name; Hadrian Fey Morris Savage
Age; Twenty five as of November 15th.
Alumna; Strangely enough, he was a Slytherin. It wasn't that he wanted to kill everyone, or wanted to grow up to be a Death Eater. He just happened to be rather resourceful and did happen to have a good drive to get things done. As if that was anything bad. Give the kid a pencil, a rubber band and a bell and he'd make you a toy car complete with remote control.

Personality; Hadrian has lived his life so far trying to forget that his name was used as a wall. It isn't that he hasn't heard everything about the name, trust him he's heard it all, it just is the fact that he isn't the tallest man in the world and it's a bit annoying to hear the smirks about it when one is walking around. Though he takes it in stride and shrugs it off the best he can. He's slightly critical of people around him, trusting very few people in power around him, though that doesn't mean he hates everyone. He just has a bit of a problem trusting people these days and rather does hate the idea that he has to blindly follow directions passed down to him by a figurehead that seems to not quite know what they are doing even if they are the most intelligent person in the world.

Hadrian is one of those people that if you were fighting against legions of the undead would be the one that people flocked to. He seems to be the calmest in all situations, the one with the loud voice directing people out of the burning building while creating some sort of load bearing wall to keep the building from collapsing. This is why he is now one of the best Aurors in the department, the one that no longer has to run about getting coffee and the one that gets put in charge of raiding crazy Greek manors.

He also is rather devoted, spending many a night at home with is parents having dinner that his mother cooked. She claims that it's best that he comes home when he can so she can get a good look at him, Hadrian just believes it's because she's worried about him and of course gives in. He's been in a few relationships in the past, mostly things that fizzled out before too long but they were serious. Hadrian isn't the type of man to fiddle about telling women he loves them with out meaning it, he says it often to those he is with but always means what he says. True to his word, if he tells you that he will be at McDonalds at seven, he will be there at seven more than likely a few minutes early in case of traffic, even when apparating. On never knows when it could be backed up. This isn't to say that he is paranoid, he just keeps an eye out for things. Walking down the street, he'll always walk next to the street. He opens doors for people, he sits facing the door in every place he goes into, and he always has some form of ID on him.

Personal History; Hadrian was born in a small house on the Isle of Man to a muggle woman and a wizard. He didn't ask to be born on a tiny island that was no bigger than forty miles long, but he loved it. Even if he was the only child on the island until the McBlanks had a child three years later. He was young and he didn't care, growing up on an island he learned a lot about what was around him. He learned to take care of the things he owned and he learned that he just wasn't quite like the people around him. His father taught of him the wizarding world and his mother taught him what he needed to know to survive in the muggle world. Together they taught Hadrian what they believed he would need to become what he was destined to be. His mother put a lot of faith in destiny and the idea that things happened to people for a reason. She was sure that she had met her husband for a reason and had a son with him as well, her child was special as far as she knew and well, she treated him like one. She gave readings from tea leaves to the locals out of the small store she owned in town, Hadrians father thought it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. She had no magical blood in her veins but she tried so hard to make everything work that he couldn't stop her. Hadrian grew up in her little shop, casing the family cat around the store and knocking over the trinkets she sold to ward off evil spirits. Small bags of spices and dried flowers that would help ail the strangest symptoms, of course they sometimes worked as Hadrian's father would help come up with a few things here and there just to keep his wife in business but over all, they lived a happy life.

The Savages were not rich by any means, Hadrian's father Ehren worked daily at the Ministry of Magic, flooing in daily to get the paper work shifted and to be first at the desk in case of an emergency in the whole idea of Experimental Charms. It was work and it was fun to Ehren at least. He knew the family was well taken care of on the island he had grown up on as well and he flooed home for dinner before six pm every night. Hadrian got used to this life, he grew up happy and with a few skinned knees in the process but never had a problem. He was well known in the town as that little Savage boy and he even had a puppy to wander about town with. Though by the time his eleventh birthday rolled around, the days of untied shoe laces dragging on the dirt ground were being put behind him and he was off to school.

It was a shock to be at Hogwarts, so many people and so much to do. It wasn't that he had never gotten off the island, he had been to London with his father quite a few times but he wasn't used to the constant crush of people around him. The heartbeat of Hogwarts was a bit too much for the First year Slytherin but he did his best to keep up his studies running off to the quiet time near to lake to keep his mind back on the island. He got along well for the most part with his house mates though he wasn't one to talk about the elves destroying the 19th century vase in the drawing room and found himself more aligned with the quiet Ravenclaws that studied peacefully in the library. Hadrian didn't with to label himself to any house though, he would have much rather just been a part of Hogwarts itself other than a house but he conformed and settled into the discussions by the fire tuning out anything that was sent his way about blood purity. His mother was a muggle after and and he loved her more than anything. He couldn't imagine a world with out her and people like her. It would be like destroying the whole island he grew up in, crushing that little society that he loved. Hadrian couldn't even begin to think of something like that and so he kept quiet about those ideas.

His schooling passed quickly and he was soon set on a path to being an Auror, even if he wasn't sure that he was quite cut out to do that. It wasn't that he wanted to be a superhero, it wasn't that he thought he would be able to save the whole world. No he wanted to be an Auror because it looked like fun and something that he could actually do. Of course he was keeping that in the back of his mind, he had a feeling he would become useful. His mum was always going on about how his destiny was shaped for big things and perhaps this was his way of showing that. His mother, Astrid by the way, was more than pleased to hear her son and his big dreams. She wanted the best for him and she had heard Ehren talking about the Aurors all the time over dinner and Ehren was glad that his son as going to at least be in the same building as him. Hadrian knew the hours would be long and the training near impossible but he signed up for it anyway.

The last two years of school were spent learning everything he could. Nights spent in the library and days spent trying to keep awake in class and keep his grades up. It wasn't hard, he was able to do it simply, he was a bright student anyway, but he wanted to make it perfect. He wanted to join the department with the highest grades, with the biggest amount of knowledge and the best plans for the future. He had a destiny to follow after all. Finally his seventh year was over and he moved back home, he was positive that he would one day move into London when he got the funds together but for now, he was more than content to live at home with his family in their small one story home and wake up to the ocean.

Hadrian was always the first in the door in the morning and the one that looked like he had been getting the good eight hours of sleep each day when in fact he was running on less than an hour, he was obsessed with getting everything right and because of that he was sent on his first mission just a few weeks into training. Everyone thought he was ready, even himself, but he apparently wasn't. A thin scar down the right side of his neck is all that is left of the attack that left him in St. Mungo's for three weeks. It was a wound that wouldn't heal, something that they tried everything for but finally got the cut mended and he was back on his feet a few days later. His wand in his hand and ready to fight again.

He moved up in the department quickly, his ambition and his drive caused everyone to take notice of him and the abilities that he held with in his head. Though the origami swans sitting on his desk spoke to the peaceful life that he had grown up with and he of course wore a small necklace made out of herbs that his mother claimed helped warn off the devil around his neck. He's still an Auror, he's been out of training for a few years how and walks around like he owns the place. Give him enough time and he just might.

Appearance; Hadrian, like the wall, is short. He isn't the tallest of men, his mother's genes taking over his production of whatever it is that makes people tall and he sprouted up to a nice height of five eight. His deep blue eyes caused quite a stir as he was growing up but he didn't care about that, his mother had the same eyes and he just felt like he looked like her in that aspect. He got his father's colouring in the hair area though. A dark brown, almost black at times that he keeps quite short when he gets around to cutting it. He's gotten lazy when it gets to shaving and keeps a bit of scruff on his cheeks, he says it makes him look older than he really is which is always good seeing how he can pull off the idea that he is really just fifteen on a good day. He still gets carded for everything and telling people that you do not have identification because it isn't really required in your world isn't something to tell the local police. Of course that never happens at home, everyone knows him and they mostly believe that he is writing a novel even though he's never written page one.

Dressed mostly in jeans and a t-shirt even when working, Hadrian likes the idea of being comfortable and hates having to dress up for anything. Shoes must be trainers with the appropriate amount of wear on them, a good year or so before he can consider them his favourites. He has only one scar, the one on his neck from a hex years ago but he wears it with pride knowing that he worked to get it. A watch and a silver ring are the only accessories other than the necklace his mother made him that he feels necessary to wear. The ring being a gift from his first girlfriend back during training and the watch a present from his father for his birthday three years ago. It's engraved with 'Destiny' a simple nod to Astrid and her beliefs and a smile between son and father because they feel it connects the whole family together. The simple muggle who thinks she's a witch and the two men in her life because of destiny.

Occupation; A rather well placed Auror in the Magical Law Enforcement department at the British Ministry of Magic, oh and a part time novelist.

Beliefs about Purity; He doesn't believe a word of it, his mother taught him that muggles are interesting and he loves every thing about them. Even if they are slightly weird when it comes to putting mirrors on roofs to reflect the badness to their neighbours.
Chosen Side; Hadrian was offered a position on the MLE on the stipulation that he stay loyal to the Ministry, at the time it seemed like a good idea. So, because of that, he's a Black Cap.

Romantic Status; He's dating Daria, and sort of living with her. Sort of. She just ends up at his place a lot.
Crushes On; He doesn't crush easily.
Partner; Daria, though you could claim he was dating his job as well. He's that pathetic.

Disclaimer; I'm totes not Elijah Wood.