Donovan, House Domina Ghost
Male, age ? Died about 15 years ago on Earth
Hair - red-orange; Eyes - an eerie opening through his invisible skull...; Skin Tone - pale, transparent
Preferred Clothing - Donovan is stuck in his business clothing from when he was a Muggle "nine to fiver" somewhere on the West Coast in California. He has no choice but to wear this for all of eternity.
Specialties - Haunting. Donovan truly enjoys wandering around wherever he's needed (or wanted), but he also can scare up a good one when someone isn't expecting him to be there. However, he is not a wizard in the slightest. He's just a ghost.
Weaknesses - Donovan fears that he may be dispelled by someone, but he knows that Trudy wants to keep him around. He cannot affect things properly because he is entirely made of ectoplasmic energy.
Wand - Donovan has no wand. But you don't want to tell him that - because he'll start off on some really bad naughty jokes about wands and staves and stuff.
Familiar - none yet...
Unusual Studies - He watches the wizards and witches of House Domina with interest, because maybe - just maybe - he'll be able to learn something. He's half convinced he ought to ask the local Necromancer about being put back into a coporeal form like Trudy but feels that might be a little intrusive.
"No I do not want to join in the dragon quid team," Inae said, "In fact I think I detest the idea."
"Oh come on Inae, it's fun! Look at them!" Donovan watched from one of the lower floors of House Domina as the group of dragon riding students and staff had their weekly quidditch battle. They would return the field to the normal broom-riding Quid team midweek, but for now it was all wings.
The ghost sighed, "well, fine. I guess I'll never get to join in any wizarding games." He shuffled away, fading in and out of view. Perhaps fading from human view, for Inae, even though she was still young, had mastered her power to communicate with spirits such as he.
And though she was put off by the whole 'riding around slapping balls into hoops' thing, there was the fact that Don was her bond, and he was disappointed. She felt waves of it coming from him: spirits were pretty good at that whole 'emo' thing.
"Fine, fine," she grumbled, butting her head onto his bottom and nearly tumbling him over. She could do that: her ability with spirits extended quite physically, so in effect even though he was a ghost, he was still her rider.
They flew from the back entrance of the keep, out over the low forest and then burst into the Quid patch, Inae howling and cackling. Donovan had 'hitched' rides with people before, particularly with Iris and her lovely Spirit dragon, but this was something else... quite the wild ride but he held on because Inae wanted him there.
"I'll be the bludger thing!" she bellowed, and Donovan saw the terrified looks on some of the kids as they whooshed past. But then, he started laughing so hard - this really was great fun! Even if he couldn't be a wizard, he was a dragon rider!
Gender: Female
Color: Blue
Abilities: Spirit magic, communication with spirits, psionics, (telepathy, teleportation), fire breath, vocal speech
Personality: Bad-tempered and irritable, but she also has a mischeivous side and likes to watch others make fools of themselves.
Bond: Donovan, the West Coast Ghost