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 Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 6:00 pm
Name: Dakota Rossetti-Williams(Koda to his friends)
Gender: Male
Age: 14, almost 15
Grade: Fourth Year
House: Hufflepuff
Ethnicity: Half Irish, a quarter Scottish, one-eighth French, one-eighth Italian
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Chestnut Brown
Pet: None currently
Wand: 10 1/4", Hazel and 3 Leprechaun Hairs
Family: Both Dakota's mother and father are American, though of very different origins. His mother Radha is mostly of Irish descent with a little Italian mixed in, and a powerful witch from a family of renowned Seers, although it has been centuries since a decent one was born into the family. Having inherited a good deal of money from her grandfather, she spends most of her time at home taking care of Dakota, although she does do grocery shopping and make meals for some of their elderly neighbors. His father, Michael Rosetti, was a Muggle and left them after Dakota began showing signs of magical talent. Radha had never told Michael she was a witch because, frankly, she didn't think he would have believed her. Before leaving, he accused her of bewitching him and they divorced shortly after. Recently, she married a Welsh wizard named Chandler Williams who had been in America for a year to visit his family. They moved to with Dakota's stepfather during the summer before he turned 12. Chandler has three children from his previous marriage(his first wife died in an accident involving a difficult potion she had been trying to brew for a friend); Trisana- ten years old, Emrys- eight years old, and Shadow- five years old.
A Bit About Him/Her: Dakota is lean, about average height, and has unruly red hair. He has warm brown eyes and a charming smile, and always wears a small amethyst amulet his mother gave him when he was six to ward off bad dreams. He had many friends in the US, and still corresponds with one of them, his best friend Mia, who is a Muggle-born witch, attending a wizarding school in the US.
Dakota is cheerful and somewhat mischievous, and very loyal to his friends. He will defend those he has allied himself with to the bitter end, whether they are innocent or not, because he cannot believe that any person is truly bad or 'evil'. He has a strong sense of justice, and refuses to let people treat others unfairly, whether it be his fellow students or an authority figure. He is not very good in the academic department, but he knows that it is the effort that counts. He loves sports of all kinds, having played soccer, hockey, and baseball during his six years at a Muggle elementary school(All Wizard-born children in the US are required to attend Muggle school until they are old enough to attend USESM or another Wizarding school). His birthday is the 31st of October.
Dakota enjoys manga, flying, making friends, exploring, collecting Chocolate Frog Cards, Mexican Jumping Beans(Jelly beans that hop and dance in your mouth, all fruit flavors), and his favorite classes are Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. He dislikes Potions, dishonest people, and anyone who enjoys walking all over people they consider 'inferior' in any way.
A Moment By Himself/Herself: Walking out the front doors, Thunderbird 3.0 held loosely in one hand, Dakota grinned. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, the bright sun warming his face and a gentle breeze playing with his naturally messy hair. He stood outside for a moment and stretched, yawning slightly before mounting his broom. Kicking off firmly as he been taught years ago, he rose steadily into the air, his stomach fluttering excitedly as it always did when he flew. When he was a good fifty feet from the ground, Dakota shot off towards the forest, racing a hawk that was flying past. He easily passed it and, as he approached Hagrid, the Gamekeeper's hut, he turned sharply to the left, making a wide circle over the grounds. He then began to climb, slowing down a bit so he could watch the Whomping Willow in the distance growing ever smaller. Then, leveling out, he accelerated once more, beginning to spin and loop as he tried in vain to make himself dizzy. The sensation of flight made him lightheaded and carefree, and he wished he would never have to land, but then his stomach growled, and he sighed. He pointed his friend toward the ground and began to descend, feeling the weight of gravity pulling at him as the ground slowly rose to meet his feet.
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