Moon, Kevin Jay

[KEVIN JAY MOON]

kevin jay moon

let's begin

CHARACTER NAME: Kevin Jay Moon
GENDER: male
BIRTHDAY: September 17
AGE: 16
YEAR/HOUSE: fifth/Ravenclaw
WAND TYPE: oak, dragon heartstring, 13 inches, flexible

apperance

HAIR: brown
EYES: brown
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6'2"/180 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Kevin's more or less in the middle of a transition from dorky-looking kid to adult, and looks it. He has a fairly standard face, and nothing really sticks out a lot but for his chin. It's not really as massive as Kevin thinks it is, but it's still pretty damn strong, much stronger than his fairly soft cheekbones and otherwise pretty smooth face. He has medium lips, a nose that's a little larger than normal, and wide, slightly narrow brown eyes. His ears stick out. His hair is a bit of a problem, mostly because he likes it short but hates getting it cut. It's fairly thick and dark brown, and is matched with pretty large eyebrows.
Kevin is pretty tall, about six foot two, and kind of skinny. He has fairly narrow shoulders for his stature, and isn't particularly toned, but likes to think he has nice arms. He spends most of his waking hours in his school uniform, even in his free time, and back home tends to dress pretty nicely. As a whole, though, he likes ratty band shirts and dark jeans, even if he doesn't wear them often.

personality

10 LIKES: Led Zeppelin, the guitar, Transfiguration, Charms, comic books, old horror flicks, not giving a shit about politics, girls who like music he likes, writing essays, soccor
10 DISLIKES: Divination, most sports, feeling invested, being put on the spot, people not putting in effort, being judged, flying, tomatoes, really sweet food, a fair amount of eighties pop
5 FEARS: his parents, getting caught singing in the shower, being judged, flying
5 GOALS: get better at the guitar, learn to sing properly, graduate from Hogwarts, do so with honors, get a decent hair cut
1 SECRET WANT: groupies
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Kevin is hardly a model child. He isn't exactly a genius at magic, for one, preferring the academic side of his wizarding education to the practical. Kevin is much too absent-minded to really focus on spells, and when he does practice them the results could only be called sporadic. On the other hand he is very good at schoolwork, and always had been. Were he a muggle Kevin would be the kid wreaking the grade curve; as a child he was very good at math and considered engineering if being a rock star didn't pan out.
So he's a nerd. He likes comic books and old movies. Games of football (soccer) are okay, but bring up almost any other sport and he shuts off. Quidditch is fun to watch, but he'd never consider playing it. The kid likes his geekery. Unfortunately, past experiences have taught him not to show it, and once Kevin figures out what is or is not socially acceptable he tries to fit in. Most of the time he feels that it's for the better. Kevin would prefer a party on Friday night to staying in.
There are a lot of things Kevin consciously avoids giving in to. He is highly aware that he tends to go to extremes: secluded to loving the crowd, being sober to drinking the whole bottle, nerd to delinquent, depression to ecstasy. He has a tendency to lurk at one end of the spectrum, the very end, and then rapidly switch on a whim. So he tries to stay in the middle, and actively resists making spur-of-the-moment decisions. That isn't to say he succeeds, and after a couple of tries he can easily be persuaded to do almost anything.
At first glance, he's an okay guy. He grew up loving music, and knows better to say all old music is good. Kevin doesn't judge, and he's fairly modest, and he rarely acts like as much of an asshole as he'd like. In truth he's a bit of a dick, and tends to treat people he considers unintelligent with contempt. If someone doesn't make an effort to learn, he thinks they deserve it.
Most of all, Kevin is dedicated. When he decides to do something, he does it. If he decides to be awesome at the guitar, he does. If he decides to do his homework, he does. If he decides bugger all and let's get drunk, he does. He likes to learn everything there is to know about something if he likes it, having listened to entire discographies and seen every Hitchcock flick. If he's friends with someone, he puts his heart into it. When Kevin lets himself be judged, he gives it all.

history

PARENTS: Mary Cobb Moon, 33, alive; Chuck Moon, 33, alive
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER RELATIVES: a shit load of grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins; he doesn't talk to his mother's family
PETS: none
HISTORY: Kevin was born to a couple of eighteen-year-old muggles who met, and in all probability conceived him, at a rock concert. Mary was disowned when her father discovered her pregnancy, and Kevin only met them a few times when he was ten. Chuck kept his wife and child a secret from his parents for a while, until he had graduated from university and they wouldn't throw a fit. As a result, Kevin was never close with his extended family and fairly uncomfortable with them during any interaction. He always considered the whole lot of them either obscenely judgmental or much too critical, and never liked the standards they thrust on him the few times he saw them.
As a child, Kevin was fairly round and quiet, preferring indoor activities over interpersonal relationships. He possessed a talent for maths and memorizing lines from comic books, and a sort of negative talent for making friends. His classmates treated him mostly with indifference and on a couple of occasions dumps in the rubbish bin. These were the only occasions he showed any magical ability, and by the end of his fourth year of primary school the culprits had large growths of white hair coming out of their ears.
In the following year his parents started him on the guitar, mostly because he'd been bothering them since the age of five to let him play. Suddenly the life of a rock star, one which previously held no appeal, was to be his ultimate achievement, and Kevin decided to act less like a nerd and more like his newfound heroes.
Shortly after he turned eleven, Kevin was expelled for bullying.
When he got his Hogwarts letter that summer, his parents were so relieved to get out of the institution for delinquents that they almost didn't care about their son being a wizard. Having both grown out of the their rock phase (Mary taught piano and operated a CD store and Trevor was a solicitor) they fully expected great things from their son. They were to be disappointed; Kevin's first two years of magical education were filled with poor grades, because try as he might the boy had very little skill. His only good grades were in Transfiguration, and eventually Arithmancy.
Fortunately, Kevin learned to live up to his own expectations. After being out of practice he managed to get back into his childhood fascination with academia, and by the end of his third year his grades were significantly improved. After the hassle of both ends of the social spectrum Kevin gravitated towards the middle, preferring to be less out there than his classmates. He learned to enjoy social situations, as long as he wasn't made uncomfortable by either too much intimacy or not enough, and avoided talking about himself.

about you

ALIAS: Tre
HOW YOU FOUND US: a link at The Revolution Has Begun
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE: five, almost six
RP SAMPLE: (I already did this one, but since it's for this character, here it is again.)
Kevin knew, at the very heart of his being, that he'd rather be anywhere else.
It wasn't that he hated working at the music store. He really loved it, actually. He liked being able to flick through the rows and rows of CDs, the bins of records off to one side for a pound a piece, playing with the guitars when no one was around. He liked reading V for Vendetta while customers browsed, or giving them advice on which album to buy for their kid's birthday.
But nothing could forgive the complete lack of skill coming from the piano in the back room. Normally his mother's students were just fine, and their mistakes could be chalked up to youth, inexperience, or the difficulty of the music. But he saw this girl come in, as she had been doing for years, and none of those three excuses applied. She was seventeen. She was a fairly old student. And she had been practicing Für Elise for two fucking weeks now. There was no reason she should mess up that much.
A woman with hair as white as her shoes came up to the counter. "Excuse me," she asked. Her voice was thin, like wire.
"Yeah- yes?" he said. Kevin was putty in the hands of old women. They scared him.
"Do you have anything by, um..." she fished through her pockets and pulled out a little piece of paper, "a band called Pulp?"
"Of course," Kevin said.
"Could you show me?" she asked. Kevin led her to the Alt Rock section, found the albums under P, and pointed to the Pulp section. The woman flipped through the albums before deciding on Different Class, and Kevin rung it up for her. The woman hummed on her way out. Kevin recognized it as Für Elise. She had a nice voice.
He settled back behind the counter and picked up the first issue of "Generation Next." He realized that he was humming under his breath.
It was finally three o'clock and the girl who'd been playing for the last half-hour was dismissed. Kevin thanked whatever deity was in charge of protecting his sanity, but immediately cursed as the girl walked up and down the aisles. She was whistling a Michael Jackson song.
Kevin considered closing the store for an emergency lunch break when she finally picked her final album (after going through "Billie Jean," "Bad," and "Beat It") and came to the front of the store. He didn't look at her as he scanned them, but instead noticed that she'd gone with Abbey Road and Quadrophenia.
Suddenly, she was a whole lot hotter than she had been five minutes ago, and he happily stared at her ass as she left the store.

[HARPER JADE BELBY]

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