Keelin Vettel

Name: Keelin Vettel
Nicknames: Ke
Titles:
Date of Birth: August 28, 2004
Age: 15
Blood Status: Pureblood
Hometown: London
Current Home: London
Nationality: English
School:  Hogwarts
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Wand: 8", Birch Wood, Griffin Heartstring


Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Short on the sides and longer on the top, spiked in the front
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Body Type: Athletic
Height: 5'9
Other Distinguishing Features:
Clothing Style: Jeans and a t-shirt paired with a pair of sneakers


Keelin is the exact opposite as his brother, even considering all that he has been through, he has some how managed to remain compassionate and kind to everyone that he meets. He is also very loyal to those who he cares about and those who he sees as authority figures. He is however really troubled from the events that he witnessed in his past, and was forced to partake in.


My father came home night after night drunk and with a different prostitute, I never was interested in his life, however I wished that he would have paid more attention to me other then when he wanted to make me suffer for surviving the accident that took my twin sister and my mother. After the accident I would not leave my room other than to get food for several months, and it wasn't until my brother forced himself into my room, and convinced me to leave, he had promised that he would protect me and not let our father touch me.

Little did he know he would not be able to protect me from my father as much as he wanted to, I was denied food on several occasions and was often told that I was an idiot, I knew full well that I wasn't however it was hard not to believe him especially when I was starved. There was times that he also thought that it would be fun to make me vulnerable in front of his visitors, being only eleven at the time he was smart enough not to let them touch me, but that did not stop the stares that I got if you know what I mean.

My brother was my light and I would cling to him, when he was not busy doing something for my father, it seemed that as long as I was close to him my father would not touch me or go near me. I never understood why but I figured that he had also forced my brother to do things, and my brother did them only to protect me well that was what I wanted to believe, and no one could sway me otherwise.