Haden Diggs

[Haden Diggs]

Haden Albert Diggs
This application is DONE.

` the basics ,
• Character's full name: Haden Albert Diggs
• Age: 21
• Birthday: July 21
• Blood Status: Pureblood
• Former House: Hufflepuff

` this wizardry stuff ,
• Wand: Hawthorne, Unicorn Hair, 11", Rather Bendy
• Job: Unemployed/Thief
• Alliance: Neutral
• Why is your character fit for this alliance? It is forbidden within the thieves guild to choose a side. An excellent thief, Haden has followed this obeyed all the laws within the thieves guild. He understands that one must separate themselves from the chaos to sell to both sides.
• Boggart: Winged Horses

` some psychoanalysis ,
• Likes: Thieving, Expensive Items, Selling Stolen Goods, Trading Rare Items, Knockturn Alley, Magical Creatures, The Perfect Heist, Tuxedos and Superb food.
• Dislikes: Rubbish & Worthless Trinkets, Awful Food, Dirt, Greasy Hair, Biased Thoughts, The Floo-Network, and Winged Horses.
• Your goals, and why: There is one lifetime goal that Haden would like to achieve and that is to pull off the perfect Gringotts heist. If he could do it flawlessly he'd be remembered by the wizarding world and thieves guild alike. Oh, and he'd make his father proud. That can not be said about his mother. His other goals consist of being honored and recognized within the thieves guild.
• Personality:
Like any good thief, Haden has a natural charm about him. He is a quick thinker, who is always on his toes. It is difficult if not impossible for him to fight his obsession with rarities. Though he is intelligent, Haden can sometimes comes off a complete idiot. This is usual when he is intoxicated. It isn't hard to find him in an embarrassing situation. He is sly, level headed and polite around the opposite sex, exceptionally if he may need something from them. This is not to say that Haden has a perfect personality. It is hard to press his buttons but, like everyone, Haden does have a breaking point. He is a risk taker, who lives for the adrenaline and sheer thrill that may come from an activity.

Loyalty is important to Haden. He would never turn his back on a friend or family member. Their secrets will lie with them until he's laid to rest. Honesty is important to him, but he cannot always tell the truth. In a crowd of people he can be the life of the party. This is sometimes hard to do when competing with his twin brother. Being tense is not in his vocabulary. He is a laid back person without a care in the world. This sometimes comes with a bit of arrogance, but not enough to be classified as cocky. He, like everyone, has insecurities. He dislikes his open smile and the way he pronounces a few words. He is never too quick to jump the gun or point the finger. He can be shy at times and he doesn't trust easily.

` your head shot ,
• 100 x 100 Icon:
• Play By: Orlando Bloom

`appearance ,
• Height: 6'1
• Weight: 165
• Eyes: Hazel
• Hair: A curtain of feathered brown hair around his head.
• Face && Complexion: Haden has a square jaw and a prominent jawline, with soft features. His completion is naturally pail.
• Build: Haden is fit & slender with a chiseled chest.
• Prized Possessions: An old engraved bronze pocket watch, handed down by his father. Haden & his twin brother were given twin daggers, engraved with the Redfield motto, 'Nos vereor haud bats, daggers , vel virga.' The motto is Latin and translates to 'We fear no bats, daggers, or wands'
• Movement: Swift & Nimble. It is a requirement to become a thief.
• Speech: Haden has a northern England accent, which he has picked up from his time in Yorkshire.


` more indepth ,
• History:
On July 21st 1998, Trevor and Lucinda welcomed two bundles of joy to their family. They were named Haden and Bruce, but were better known as the Diggs boys or the Diggs twins. Being the oldest twin, Haden has always been the rule breaking, adventurous one. When he was a toddler he performed magic, by means of his father’s wand. His brother and he were always competing with magic at young ages. They always had to one up each other. Haden would levitate a feather; Bruce would levitate a small rock. One would steal a candy bar; the other would steal two candy bars. This went on during their juvenile years, until they were around ten years old and their mother took them to buy their first wands.

At the young age of two, their mother became pregnant with their sister Adela. Haden & Bruce were too young to remember much form that time of their life. But they seem to remember when their mother was rushed to St. Mungo's to give birth. They both seemed to take the big brother ordeal well. Haden did not fret on being replaced, by his sister. He seemed to share the spotlight with her. That was until they got older and she started to want whatever he and Bruce got. Everything that they took from stores had to be split by three, instead of two.

Like everything in their life, Haden was the first to receive his wand, robes and Hogwarts letter, only by about a minute of course. Their father had always told them how he'd never stepped foot within the castle, and their mother would tell them how ungraceful it is. Haden couldn't wait to go though; he pondered what house he'd be sorted into. His mother had been sorted into Slytherin, but would he be and his brother? He soon found out during his first term at Hogwarts School, where he was sorted into Hufflepuff & his brother was sorted into Slytherin. The rival between the two houses caused them to fight over which house was better. They even tried out for their house Quidditch teams, landing Bruce and Haden a position on the field. Haden played chaser whilst Bruce played keeper.

In their third year, Adela their sister attended Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin along with Bruce. Their sixth year at Hogwarts, Haden and Bruce threw a party within the Great Hall. This landed them in detention and almost got them expelled. But they're still remembered by their mates. The headmaster and staff are still baffled by how they hid all the alcohol within the castle. This caused both the twins the dread of a howler from their mother, which they received at Hogwarts at during lunch. They will never live this down with their sister that quotes their mother whenever possible. This is probably because she wasn't invited to the party. They'd thrown it behind her back.

Like most at Hogwarts, Haden and Bruce graduated at the age of seventeen. With life ahead of them, Haden decided to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a thief. This would not make his mother proud, but she didn't need to know. He soon started to steal cauldrons, used wands, crates of candy and rare items. He soon had enough to move up north to Liverpool with his brother. His mother writes to him constantly. Bruce & Adela have joined him on his raids of rare items. They plan the perfect heist of Gringotts....While in Liverpool, he's picked up the northern accent. It annoys his family, but he cannot shake it.

• Roleplay Sample:
Stirred awake by a couple of taps near his bedside table, Vincent flung his legs over the side of the bed and got up. He was quite tall with blonde hair, and blue eyes, wearing dark blue pajamas. Very groggily, he looked at the clock hung on the wall, illuminated by the moonlight. It read a quarter to four. He rubbed his eyes. What was making that racket? He had just gotten to sleep and now this. There came another set of taps, each one followed by another. His eyes were pulled to his window, where a large barn owl sat with a letter clasped in its beak. First, he thought something terrible had happened, but as the light hit the letter he saw the bright purple ink glisten off the acronym, M.O.M. Quickly, he strode over to his window, opened it, and took the letter from the owl. The owl flew from the house at once. By the look of the letter he could instantly tell who had sent it. Dolores Umbridge. She always scheduled trials at the worse times.

With a sigh, he pulled the envelop open and extracted the letter. He read it. There wasn’t much to be read. She had told him the main stuff, that they had captured Trevor Diggs, the man who had caused the ruckus for them earlier that evening. Couldn’t this wait? He was a petty crook not a Death Eater. No one was dead. The letter was closed with a, it is urgent, underlined. He wrinkled his forehead. This all seemed like a poor excuse to wake him from his sleep. He crumpled the letter in his hand and threw it into his rubbish bin. “Umbridge,” he muttered to himself and rubbed the crease on his forehead. “I can’t be up at four every morning.” He growled, making his way to his dresser, pulling out a drawer. Extracting a black robe, a white shirt and black pants, he slipped them all on and turned to his door. He knew he didn’t have much time to waste. With a last look around the room, he exited it. There was a pop and he vanished.

The room vanished from around him, replaced by the dark marble Atrium. He stepped up to the front desk and looked down at the lady. “Vincent Draughtwood, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.” He said with smugness, like he was better than her. The girl just nodded in the direction of the wand checker. Vincent turned in the direction and strolled off. “Oak, Dragon Heartstrings, Ten inches.” He declared as he passed through the archway and into the lifts. The lift instantly clunked to life, and fell only a floor before stopping. The metal doors flew open and he stepped out into a dark hall, made of black bricks. He turned before he reached the door at the end of the corridor, and made his way down to the court rooms. There were twelve of them and Trevor was in the last. He strolled down the hall till he saw the old dull brass number twelve. He pulled open the door and stepped into a circular room with a high ceiling.

After Vincent had slipped into his Chief Warlock purple robes, he made his way behind the bench. Trevor hadn’t sat down yet. The only person in the room was an elderly man by the name of Harold. He was up for Chief Warlock once but denied it. It wasn’t long before another woman showed up. She was blond with beautiful blue eyes and a hooked nose. More people showed up, the front row began to fill with wizards and witches, most of them sipping on coffee or tea. Soon the room smelled of the stuff. A boy with wearing a night cap walked up to Vincent and handed him a leather bound book. It was rough against the palm of his hand. The door to the courtroom opened again and looking up Vincent saw the man he had sentence to Azkaban a year before. “Trevor Diggs,” he spoke, and flipped open the book. The pages held a musky odor that he ignored. “We will not start;” he said aloud, “Till the Minister of Magic, Caleb Murray gets here.”

It was improper to start the trial without the Minster present. While they waited Vincent searched the book for the exact crime Trevor had committed. There was so many in the book, some of which they didn’t have any longer. Improper Magic Due to Toe Fungus, Improper Magic due to --- the list went on. Finally after he had scanned about a hundred pages he saw, endangerment to muggles and acknowledgment of Magic to Muggles. He looked up and read aloud. “Trevor Diggs is here to defend himself against the charges of Endangerment to Muggles and Acknowledgment of our Magical World.” He sunk back in his seat. He would go further when the Minister of Magic showed up. From one side to the other the courtroom was alive with chatter. Many of the interrogators had begun to speak, besides one, Harold Smith. He looked fully awake, and appeared to be watching Trevor intently. Vincent ignored this. He had a strong dislike of the old man. He seemed like the modern day Dumbledore, just less worthy. His eyes fell back to the book in his hand.