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((usually wears glasses though))
Username: The Royal Mirage
Name: Arthur Calvus Sawyer Jr.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
House: Ravenclaw
Birthday: June 4th
Country of Origin: Canada (eh )
Parents: Arthur Sawyer Sr. and Helena Sawyer
Sibling(s): Younger brother Peter (muggle) and baby sister Ellie (unknown)
Wand: Core - dragon heartstring, Wood - hawthorn with a hemlock handle, Length - 13 ¾ inches
Patronus: Hedgehog
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Personality: Not a very outspoken boy, Arthur keeps to his books most of the time. He is very curious about the things around him and is eager to learn and to please. He is usually polite but has a bit of a temper as well and will not tolerate being insulted. He has a kind heart and a positive disposition, and is very accepting.
History: Arthur was born into a normal muggle family in Halifax, Nova Scotia. His father was a doctor, his mother a bank teller. He has a younger muggle brother, Peter, and a younger sister (unknown if magical or not) Helena. At age 7, Arthur began to notice his magical abilities, when he set a canvas on fire in art class. He came to Hogwarts at age 11 and stays there during the holidays every year. He has been near the top of the class ever since his first year, and has never been in a relationship. He has some friends he just speaks to occasionally in class, but not a tight posse by any means. This year, he plans to try to make some friends.
Description: Tall and lanky, not very well muscled. Raven black hair that is very shaggy; when it gets too long, he pulls it back into a low ponytail. His eyes are hazel in colour and tend to lean more towards green than brown. Has a rounded face with a slightly pointed chin; well-shaped ears, if not a bit large; a straight nose with a rounded tip; evenly shaped lips and cute dimples. Wears rectangular glasses on a light frame.
Fears/Flaws: Afraid of needles (boggart), heights; is gullible, shy, very self-aware, doesn’t speak much
Special Position: Prefect hopefully
Quidditch Position: None
Crush/Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None yet, he'll probably have a secret crush for forever and never act on it.
Pet Name: Leroy
Pet Colour/Species:A black rat, uncharacteristically small

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((hair is quite a bit longer than this - goes down to the backs of her knees))
Username: TRM
Name: Angela Dubose McLauren
Age: 16
Gender: Female
House: Hufflepuff
Birthday: December 21st
Country of Origin: Scotland
Parents: Argus McLauren and Aiyana McLauren
Sibling(s): None
Wand: Core - hippogriff feather and unicorn hair, Wood - birch with cypress inlay, Length - 10 and a half inches
Patronus: Astrapia stephaniae (also known as Princess Stephanie's Astrapia)
Blood Status: Pureblood
Personality: Angela is, upon first impression, a very innocent girl who must be protected and sheltered from cruelty and horrors. But to those who know her, she is an oddity. Her outlook on the world is brightly optimistic despite her less than encouraging upbringing, and it is easy for her to find the good in those around her. She regards the world around her with exuberant curiosity and seems to find something good about everything. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and family, but doesn't try to change who she is to please her parents. She is hesitant to break rules and loves nothing more than immersing herself in her studies.
History: The only child of Angus and Aiyana McLauren, two former Slytherins. Angela began to show magical prowess by the early age of 3 years, making her birthday cake regenerate whenever someone cut a slice. Ever since she was small, she’s loved to bake. She would go into the kitchen and bake with their house elf, Melkier, who taught her everything she knows. But her mother would get angry that she was doing ‘chores with the help’ and demand that she practice her music instead. Angela’s father soon grew tired of music in the house all the time, and Angela was enrolled in a junior quidditch league. It was a few years in that she had her fall (about the age of 9 or so). She doesn’t remember all the details, but her parents forbid quidditch after that and were less put-off when she would play her music or cook with Melkier. When she was sorted into Hufflepuff, her parents were devastated. They had hoped she would grow into Slytherin, like the rest of the family, but she eventually brought them around to accept it. In the summer of her 3rd year, Angela got angry when she saw her father strike Melkier, and gave the house elf one of his ties. Melkier now works in the kitchens of Hogwarts, making sure every dish is perfect and allowing Angela use of the ovens whenever she pleases.
Description: Short and slim, but light on her feet. Angie has the build of a dancer and the grace of one as well. Angela carries herself with elegance and dignity, but seems to always have a friendly smile on her rosy lips. She has a pretty, heart-shaped face with freckles dappling the pale skin over her cheeks. Angie is much stronger than she appears, I wouldn’t suggest engaging in a fight with her. Her eyes are possibly the only exotic feature about her. Slanted slightly and framed with dark lashes, her amber eyes stand out like the moon in the night sky. Thick golden locks fall to her knees; Angela will clip or tie her hair back when necessary but usually prefers to keep the wavy tresses down. Her hair usually lightens over the summer to a pale blonde, then darkens again in the winter to brown with golden accents.
Fears/Flaws: Box jellyfish (boggart), doesn’t see herself clearly, doesn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, questions herself a lot, is often interrupted
Special Position: Hopes to be Quidditch Captain
Quidditch Position: Keeper
Crush/Boyfriend/Girlfriend: She's far too busy for that kind of thing...
Pet Name: Willow
Pet Colour/Species: a gold and cream Fennec Fox

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Username: TRM
Name: Filicia Seville Castello
Age: 16
Gender: Female
House: Gryffindor
Birthday: October 20th
Country of Origin: From Spain originally, has lived in most parts of Europe at some point.
Parents: Carter Castello (unknown if still in prison or dead), Leona Castello (murdered)
Sibling(s): None
Wand: Core - thestral and unicorn hairs, Wood - ironwood with black walnut handle, Length - 12 inches
Patronus: Thestral
Blood Status: Halfblood
Personality: Outgoing and adventurous, Filicia isn’t very serious and loves a good laugh. She’s not easily frightened or intimidated, but she knows when to exercise caution. She’s quite bright and picks up most spells fairly easily. She’s quite good at keeping secrets as well Clever and fun, she’s there when you need her whether for study notes or a laugh. Can be a bit cocky and finds it difficult to contain her opinion.
History: Her father was a wizard auror, her mother a muggle waitress. When Fili was six, she saw her father kill her mother while in an odd fit and was locked up in the basement for a few days until the ministry found them and took her father away to Azkaban. Filicia was sent to a foster home in Godric's Hollow, but thanks to her gift she disguised herself and slipped away from them. She took jobs wherever she could; moving around whenever things got difficult. It took her a long time to save up for her Hogwarts books when she first received her letter, and she worked out an agreement that she work on the grounds during the year to earn a bit of extra money. Unfortunately, she's not permitted to stay during the summers.
Description: Metamorphmagus, so her appearance can change. She doesn't want people knowing though, so she usually stays the same. 5 foot 5 or so. Very light and agile. Her skin is not quite so pale, more of a peaches and cream tone, with an almost constant flush of rosey pink over her cheeks. Slim with delicate hands and small feet, reddish brown short hair with gold accents. Moves with purpose and power, rarely unsure of her stride. Her eyes are a mysterious smokey green. She has a scar on the back of her neck, along with a faint one circling each wrist.
Fears/Flaws: Quiet and stammers when she likes someone; that or she’s angry and sarcastic, can get arrogant when she’s in her element, often over thinks things, not good at sensing when someone likes her (they basically need to spell it out for her ><)
Special Position: Nope, not smart enough to be a Prefect
Quidditch Position: Seeker
Crush/Boyfriend/Girlfriend: We'll see
Pet Name: None
Pet Colour/Species: Has no pet - she can scarcely afford to feed herself

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Username:TRM
Name: Aldan Foscoe Bartholus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
House: Slytherin
Birthday: February 17
Country of Origin: Born in New Zealand, though his lineage traces back to Britain.
Parents: Foscoe Bartholus (deceased) and Atalante Bartholus
Sibling(s): None
Wand: Core - Basilisk skin with Chimera scale fragment, held together in a thestral tail hair, Wood - eucalyptus with ivy inlay, Length - 14 inches
Patronus: Dragon (Antipodean Opaleye)
Blood Status: Pureblood
Personality: A relatively quiet, unexpressive boy who looks at things with a highly logical point of view. He often finds himself fighting with emotion, refusing to admit that he can be swayed by them, which means he's often perceived as angry (true) and brooding (also true). A difficult character to get close to, it's best if you avoid him altogether. He's arrogant and condescending, but takes pleasure in performing secret charities to others, claiming to himself that these good deeds will pay off for him eventually. Haughty and boastful (when asked), but not without reason. Aldan is really a talented wizard and is always up for a challenge, but behaves himself in a manner similar to a high ranked public figure. His behaviour often makes others think he’s a pretentious snob (not far off the mark) who cares only for himself (very far off the mark)
History: Born into a high-class, pure wizarding family, and can trace back his lineage for 9 generations. He is an only child and is set to inherit a fortune that has been his family's since his grandfather of the 7th generation, who was a highly respected expert in alchemy and wandlore alike. From birth he’s been doted upon and, while this has given him a haughty attitude, it has not made him cruel. He was enrolled in a junior quidditch league since he was a young boy, and has always been an excellent chaser. His wizarding talents were discovered when he was 6 or so, when he accidentally set the house elf on fire. The whole family moved to Britain when Aldan was 13, after he already spent his first few years of wizarding instruction in New Zealand, and his father died shortly after the move. No one can be sure of the cause, but it's thought dark witches and wizards unknown are responsible.
Description: Tall and slim, fairly built but muscles are more wiry than buff. Aldan has very fair skin with a slight golden tan and no freckles. His long hair is golden blonde and straight as cornsilk, often tied back in a low ponytail. Aldan is quite impressive with a regal air about him, always standing straight and proud no matter the situation. His features are sharp and sculpted; high cheekbones and a strong jaw highlight a straight nose and almond-shaped, deep blue eyes. In comparison, his lips are a bit thin, the lower fuller than the top. His brows are neither bushy or thin, and would be expressive if he ever did show emotion.
Fears/Flaws: Boggart is a mirror reflecting himself. He fears ridicule and being unable to live up to his family's expectations. Can get extremely jealous, is outwardly arrogant.
Special Position: Prefect if possible, though it's only to please his mother.
Quidditch Position: Chaser
Crush/Boyfriend/Girlfriend: If he likes a girl, he keeps it as secret as possible.
Pet Name: Hotheral
Pet Colour/Species:A creamy brown barn owl

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