Belden, Ethan

Ministry of Magic Obliviator

Past SS MoM Character

Full name: Ethan Frederick Belden
Age: 33
DOB: April 1st, 2040
POB: Cornwall, England
Wand: Birch, dragon heartstring, eleven and one-quarter inches long. Rather sturdy.
Former house: Slytherin

Hair colour: Slightly wavy, brown hair, that he carefully arranges into a casual disarray every single morning.
Eye colour: Honey coloured eyes, that tend to twinkle when in a good mood--which is almost all the time.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 187 lbs
Build: Slender and lean

Personality: He's got a likable personality, though he knows too much and is quite smug about his level of knowledge. Good liar, and smooth talker around women, Ethan is the type that never has any kind of trouble with the females, even though he's not particularly fond of commitment--more like opposite, actually, which explains why he remains single.

Introspective and curious, he doesn't try to be anything, and his jokes just happen to be funny even when he's not trying. He's the classic underdog with good manners, a die-hard romantic, and more of a lover than a fighter. Though he would never admit it, Belden has a sensitive and sympathetic side. Usually he just walks around, assumes everything, and scares you with how much he tunes into your personality and feelings.

Ethan is an analytical being, and a best choice to come to when you want to solve a problem. But, don't think he does everything for free; once he made you a favour, he's not bound to forget about it. If you get on his bad side, he will not spare your feelings, and is brutally honest about everything.

Often, he surprises people with being totally unpredictable. He likes his sleep and can be ocassionally lazy during the day.

Background: His parents were about the two biggest opposites that there had ever lived, so the young couple bliss lasted until Ethan was four years old. The opposites that once attracted, repelled each other and Elladora (Witch) and Charles (Muggle) split messily a few months after Ethan's fifth birthday. His mom tied their lives (Ethan's and hers) together as best as she could, got a fair job at muggle internet company, and never remarried.

Belden spent a life of getting shuffled to and from his grandparents, who were both great intellects and had high hopes for his mother. When she chose the road of motherhood, their expectations gravitated to Ethan, and a day didn't go by that he wasn't taught something. Belden developed a close relationship with his grandfather, who was a soothing from his over-eager grandmother. Between the two, he had had a happy childhood.

He was sorted into Slytherin, surprisingly enough instead of Ravenclaw, where most of his family (from his mother's side) attended. Ethan's best guess was that he wasn't particularly apt at magic, though he knew the text right and left. He wasn't a courageous enough Gryffindor, but he was guile enough to do anything to obtain what he wanted--which is exactly why Slytherin suited him perfectly.

After finishing his Hogwarts education with fairly good marks (8 OWLs, 6 NEWTs), Ethan joined the three year long Auror training at the Australian Ministry of Magic. Once done with the training, Belden joined the Ministry of that country and would have stayed there for good, had it not been for a little incident he had during a mission, with fellow Auror (and Ethan's frenemy), Amber Thatcher.

Ethan is currently working at the British Ministry of Magic in the Accidents & Catastrophes department, as an obliviator.

Bellamy, Ivy

Night and Day Collide

Full name: Ivy Grace Bellamy

Gender: All girl

Grade: Sophomore

Age : 16

Date of Birth:  December 7th, 1994

Build: Long, and slender but athletic.

Height: 1.68

Weight: 123 pounds

Hair: Black, long and cut in layers

Eyes: Midnight blue

General Appearance: There’s always That Girl who always looks absolutely put-together: her hair is flawless, her outfits are cute and sensible, her make-up is never flashy or trashy. That Girl, the epitome of flawless. That Girl is not Ivy Grace Bellamy. That is not to say that Ivy is always looking as though she's gone to hell and beyond and barely made it out alive; no, she just simply gets bored of the same thing over and over again.

Taking after her welsh mother (or so her adoptive mother says), Ivy's hair is black, a bit on the wavy side, and cut in layers. Her eyes are very blue, and slightly tilted, framed by thick, but not particularly long lashes. Rosy, her lips are bow shaped, and often coated in lip gloss or cherry-flavored chapstick. Ivy is unarguably pretty, and has a tilt of her shoulders like she knows it.

Ivy's style changes with her mood. While one day she may spot her wearing a cute summer dress, demure make up, flat shoes and a bow on her head, the next day she might be caught wearing shorts, black tights, boots and a a shirt that may border the line of inappropriate.

Athletic, her body is stripped off most fat due to the sports she practices. Ivy considers her legs her best attribute, which she is quick to point out after a drink or two, and wouldn't you like to touch them? She'd drag your hand and force you to do it, too. Aware that her eyes capture people's attention often as well, Ivy coat her lashes and lids with Chanel waterproof mascara and Sephora liquid eyeliner. They don’t flake, they don’t smudge.


Personality:

adj romantic (r-mntk)
Given to thoughts or feelings of romance

adj eloquent [ĕl'ə-kwənt]
Vividly or movingly expressive

adj fickle [ˈfikl]
always changing (one's mind, likes and dislikes etc) I think that they are fickle.
n fickleness

There is a girl sitting on the curb when I emerge from the music store, and I swear under my breath, mentally blaming Frank for yet another damn thing. In my fairly foul mood, I do not plan to give her a second thought but she is sitting two inches from my car. Even with her back to me, everything about her groans boredom. I put my viola in the back seat, with as much noise and scuffling that I can manage, even throwing out a swear word or two in the process. I even yell at Frank on the phone when he calls me again, in hopes to make it clear to him that I now hate him, and to the girl, that she needs to move. But by the time I come out she is still there, giving the appearance of not wishing to move anytime soon.

I really do hate Frank.

I come around the car and stand in front of her. She is still sitting motionless, chin tilt up, her eyes closed against the afternoon sun, pretending not to notice that I am standing right in front of her. Maybe she is from one of my classes and I'm supposed to recognize her. I figure that if she is a student, what with her too short shorts, she is not within the dress code. Her strawberry-colored hair is curly and cut in layers, and I instantly peg her for a witch; she certainly is pretty enough to be one--almost revoltingly so.

I am stuck with a fellow trouble-maker that could skin me alive for Samhain, and I'm away from the school. Lovely."M'dear," I force out the words, making a point to sound cordial but firm. My mouth fixed itself, by curling onto a polite smile. "Your rear is blocking my bumper. Do you think you might move your loitering five feet to the south and let me leave?" When her eyes finally flicker open, it feels like I'm drowning in icy water. Or worse--like my hear has decided to stop beating.

The phrase 'and my heart skipped a beat' has never made more sense to me that it does now--and yet, it's not fitting enough. It is more like your heart ponders about stopping; and for the second that it does, there is certain kind of hollowness that is sweet and bitter and exhilarating. Your heart stutters as it makes its mind, and when it comes back, it returns in full-force, hand in hand with a full body flush, that would tempt the tamest of the vampires.

This is how I feel when I see her. This is how I would feel when our skins meet, and when her fingers graze the skin of my upper arm, they would leave behind invisible promises that feel like Forever.

***
I hate her

It's been too weeks, and I am finding myself missing Frank. 
I hate that cocky walk. I hate that stupid smirk. I hate the way she eats his words when he talks. I hate how her incisors are longer than they should be, like a vampire's--and before I forget, I hate her vampire friends. I hate her curly ginger hair, and how it tickles my face whenever she leans in to kiss me. And while we are at it, I hate her chapped, rosy and full mouth. I hate how she hums for everything. I hate those emerald eyes. I hate those lush eyebrows and the way they arch when judging me. I hate how perfect she is--it's abnormal.

At least when I was with Frank, I did not feel like a sack of potatoes.

History: Hailing from the Mythology-filled Wales, everything in Ivy's family revolves around the number 7. When she was 7 months old, she was left at the doorstep of her town's very own Boo Radley's, who happened to lived in the seventh house, of the seventh street. Seven days later, she received the name of Ivy Grace Bellamy, by her now adopting parents, a couple of renegade witches. She was, too, the seventh children of the couple, and the seventh one in the family to receive the name of 'Ivy.'

Growing up in a household of Night Worlders was no easy fit, and it took Ivy seven years to realize that while her parents, siblings and family friends were witches, she was nothing more than just another human. Seven months later, it struck Ivy that no matter what she did, she'd never stand out between her siblings. It was then, that Ivy Grace started to zoom out during conversations when she felt left out, and retrieved to her little own world. Following her mother's advice, she picked up a few musical instruments (Viola, Piano and Pipes), and surrounded herself with music while all her siblings were busy creating potions, and torturing a few humans with charmed and potentially dangerous artifacts.

By the age of thirteen, Ivy Grace began to act out in school; she'd steal potions from her siblings and have her classmates drink it, she'd disappear for a few days and not return until a few days later, strongly smelling of pot and alcohol, among several other activities that scandalized her parents. Deciding that, perhaps, she was in need to be surrounded by people like her, humans in the know, they shipped her off to America, to the Boarding School led by Daybreakers.

Brandywine, Barron

Tutshill Tornadoes Keeper

HNC Character

Full name: Barron Benjamin Brandywine

Nickname/Alias: Alien Life form // Mother’s Slip-Up // Bastard Child (all dubbed by Boule)
Age: 19
DOB: April 10th, 2054
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 124 lbs
Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Eye Color: Hazel
Wand: A pretty simple madrona wand with a combination of hippogriff and fwopper feathers as core, to provide stability. Ten inches long. 
Education: Birdscar School of Wizardry and Alchemy (2066 - 2071)
Other Defining Features: piercings on both earlobes courtesy of his brother, Boulevard.

Personality: As middle brother it is his duty to keep the normalcy, perhaps a little too well. He doesn’t possess much of a backbone or a strong will which lands him a lot as the butt of his brothers’ jokes. However, when Baston and Boulevard find themselves in need of saving it is Barron who comes to the rescue time and time again. He’s also the only one who has any sense of monetary savings. Barron dreams of one day purchasing a farm where he’ll harvest cucumbers and eggplants, his favorite vegetables. Physical confrontation makes him worry so he would much rather apologize even if he wasn’t in the wrong to avoid all conflict. Forced to join the team by his Captain brother, he became the school's Quidditch team keeper. Barron spent his time trying NOT to see the flying quaffle as a talkative girl’s head flying right at him.

Likes: Eggplants, Cucumbers, Rice, Animals, Muggle Television, Quidditch and brown eyes.

Dislikes: Grapes, coffee, touchy girls

Allergies: Boulevard?

Pets: A Jarvey named Dinker.

History (for the three durr): American Muggles Mr. and Mrs. Brandywine had trouble conceiving children for three years. Finally after saving up enough money for the fertility treatment, they visited the doctor’s office in hopes of being parents. What they didn’t expect were three of the four eggs implanted in her uterus to have fertilized. It was this way that the triplets began inside their Mother’s womb. Rumor has it that even since then Boulevard was the smartest of the three (but the smallest) often kicking his siblings and trying to sneak underneath their Mother’s ribs causing her a lot of discomfort. The family lived in New Jersey, when Mr. Brandywine moved to England to live with his sick Mother. Mrs. Brandywine and the children stayed behind with plans to moving to England once the children were a bit older.

It was in their 11th birthday at a Chuck E Cheese, when Boulevard created a multi-colored giant viper made from the balls at the ball pit to terrorize Barron (who immediately began to hover and suffer from an asthma attack while Baston clung to his ankle) that Mr. and Mrs. Brandywine realized there was something wrong with their three sons.

It was Mrs. Brandywine’s clue to move the boys to England. Just when they were about to hop on the plane  they were bombarded by irate owls and letters from some Special School. Left without a choice (and dumbfounded), Mr. and Mrs. Brandywine allowed their sons to attend to Birdscar School of Wizardry and Alchemy as Boulevard just wouldn’t shut up about it. 

And the rest, my friends, is a complicated mess of explosions, conspiracy theories, and hazardous incantations.

Extras: Barron was very recently scouted by the Tutshill Tornadoes. He plays the position of keeper.

Bostwick, Fiorella

WADA member 

Private Ballet Instructor

HNC Character

Full Name: Fiorella Camilla Bostiwck.
Nicknames: Daddy calls her Cammykins. But you may call her Ella.
Age: 25
Date of birth: July 1, 2048
Gender: Human
Education: Hogwarts - Ravenclaw (2059 - 2065)
Wand: 9" Oak, and centaur mane. Whippy.
Heritage: Muggleborn

Height: 5'3"
Build: Fiorella is 5'6, with a lean, almost thin figure. Her skin is rather pale, whether from lack of sunlight or inheritance still remains to be seen. Her brown, hair hangs mid-back like a sleek cascade of chocolate.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue

Personality: She is a very independent person who is proud in the fact that she can take care of herself, and don't care what people think about her. Not being the kind of person that is into arguing/fighting, she prefers being the bigger person and walk away. That's of course, after tell the person one thing or two in the most polite way you can imagine. Obviously for her, manners always come first, no matter how ignorant and annoying the other person can be.

When she is stressed out, she often resorts to compulsive baking, which leaves her smelling like sweet cake batter. Very outgoing, she's far from being shy and a wallflower. She does have a very competitive side to her and she loves winning and being the best at whatever she does.

History: Fiorella Camila Bostwick was born to Leon and Charlotte Bostwick on July the second in her mother's birthplace; Rome, Italy. She can't honestly recall living there since she was only two when the moved, because both of her parents parents accepted better job offers. Since both jobs were located around and in the area of London, the family quickly packed their things and moved. Ending that way. the first chapter of her life.

During the next few years, her parents love for one another crumbled and then disintegrated. Two months after having turned seven, her parents both despised one another and couldn't stand to be in the same room as each other. Only two weeks later, her mother filed for divorce. And so began a very miserable part of Fiorella's life. For the next two and a half years, Fiorella was forced into a terrible divorce battle that seemed to never end.

During those two years, she had to endure a horrible long custody battle, that ended with a new custody agreement; Fiorella was going to live with each parent every other month.

For the next few years, her life was filled with nothing but different time zones and flights. Even with the overly busy schedule, she managed to do well in both schools she attend. Through out everything she was still left alone, since her parents' careers were always the main priority.

Just a month after her eleventh birthday something unexplainable and strange happened; Fiorella received an acceptance letter to a school that she had never heard of before and a letter explaining that she was a witch. Surprisingly, her mother called her father and they had a conversation about what they should do with something like this. In the end, both of them agree that it would be for the best to let her attend to Hogwarts.

And so the third chapter of her life begun.

After striking friendship with Marshall Howe and Edwin Arkwright, Fiorella's Hogwarts education was a fairly normal one. With fairly decent good marks she graduated, and joined WADA, and teaches private lessons of ballet to young witches over the weekend.  

Brown, Brighton

It's a Cataclysm Character

Full name: Birghton Howard Brown III

Nicknames/Aliases: Bright

Age: 18

Date of Birth: September 18, 1992

Gender: Male

Education: Bay Grove High School

Eyes: Brown, but with a few specks of emerald green here and there, so it could be refer to as hazel.

Hair: A sometimes untamed, thick, and curly mop of brown hair, that may or may not have a few golden highlights scattered all over it.

Height: Five feet, eleven inches tall

Build: Broad shoulders, and muscular arms are the result of lifting weights, which as a football player, her pretty much has to.

General appearance: Brighton Howard Brown III is known for his little sideways smirk that makes the general public either want to punch him in the face, or worship him. His facial expression is usually smug and knowing one, though it could appear as stoic around strangers. Brighton does not appreciate talking feelings, or explaining how he truly feels like to most people, and as such, his words and expression very rarely betray him by showing how he really feels. His emotions and thoughts are his, after all, and not yours, so he kindly thanks you to mind your own business and get the fuck out of his eyesight.

Due to his round and somewhat boyish, handsome face, when distracted, Brighton appears innocent, easy-going and naive, though he is anything but. The very faint but definitely there freckles that can only be seen when up close only intensify this look. Brighton hates them, but there's nothing he can do about it, especially during the summer when they tend to pop out more for whatever reason. His face is fair for the most part, but always holds certain traces of a seemingly everlasting summer tan. On his chin there is small, and almost faint scar that he acquired during kindergarten, after falling down of the monkey bars.

His clothing is, for quarterback and male teenager, rarely inmaculate, and you will never find a speck of dust, dirt or stain of sort on them. His shoes are always clean, and has a very casual, but as pointed out above, a not at all messy style. Though he does not mind to dress up (actually, he enjoys it) with the suit, tie, and all that jazz, Bright tends to favourize jeans, plaid t-shirts, and the occasional hoodie. In short, he has somewhat urban-chic style going on to him, and a passionate hate for crocs. Erase them, burn them, throw them away, burry them - just take them off his sight.

Personality: Showered with attention from very young age to the point that it was (not literally, though some people might wish now that it had) drowning him, Brighton, or Bright as his friends refer to him, was quick to develop a rather vast superiority complex, balanced with the occasional dry and witty remarks, as well as a trademark arrogant sneer especially reserved for those he considers inferior.

Manners are something Brighton does not lack, but tact, at times, tends to avoid him on epically and drastic proportions, which is exactly the source of his perpetual riffs with strangers, acquaintances and even, on an occasion, his own friends. A self-centered jerk he might be, but by no means is Bright the stereotypical jock with no brains; on the contrary, it is his wit and quick-thinking that allows him to own a silver tongue that can literally pull him out of any sticky situations, and that also allows him to be the manipulative being that he can sometimes be.

Though he’s been dating Maize for three years, Bright is an expert on not getting emotionally attached. Needless to say, the only feeling he might have for his current girlfriend might be the one has for a friend (albeit a very good looking one), and nothing else. He sees being on a relationship with Maize not only a duty, but a necessity, too, in order to … ah, cover all his bases, and whatnot. Is he faithful? No, definitely not. More than once has Bright found himself entangled with someone that isn’t his girlfriend, and thankfully, sweet Felicity is too naive to see what’s right in front of her.

What? You thought that because he’s secretly bisexual, he won’t have a girlfriend or stop himself from sleeping around with other girls? We laugh at your ingenuity. He might have a an inclination for the ones of his own sex, but in Bright’s opinion, this is not a permanent thing. He will be completely straight even if it kills him.

Never mind that he’s been lusting after Daniels for the last two months, or that he had a run in with said theater boy that might or might have not involved a bit of tongue action from both sides. That is irrelevant, and it must never be mentioned.

History: Brighton Howard Brown III is the son of Brighton Howard Brown II, county judge, and of Christine Fairchild-Brown, a stay-at-home mother. The youngest of three, it is safe to assume that Bright was spoiled and showered with more attention than he, or anyone in this world deserves. There lies, of course the reason of the existence of his self-entitled and occasionally rude self.

Brighton has never known as of yet the meaning of the word 'No.' As far as Brighton knows, the only person in his life that only says No to him is himself, and no one else. From young age, he's gotten what he wanted, exactly when he wanted it, and never had to wait on anyone because everyone else just marched to Brighton's own beat. His dad, after all, always told him (and still does) that as a member of one of the oldest families in Bay Grove he, as the only male he fathered, has a reputation and a family name to keep.

Unfortunately for Mr. Brown and Brighton himself he is always fucking up by either partying too much, growing too drunk or getting high once in a while. That is not a problem, however and never has been because he is Brighton Brown and somehow always manages to walk away free without looking like the villain. It's just the way it's always been, and while Brighton often complains about a lot of things, he is secretly thankful for his social status. Social status is earned, though, and just like it is earned, it can also be lost-- which is why that after what happened with Daniels, Brighton made sure to keep away from the thespian boy and work on getting everything back to normal--- or rather, to get himself back to normal.

Thankfully, he has taken care of it (or so he likes to believe) and he’s been a pretty happy kid, with life working out fantastically alright for him. For the most part. Quarterback, inmensely popular and, on top of that, with a knock-you-off-your-feet-drop-dead-gorgeous-girlfriend? He has everything and more, and does not wish for anything else. Supposedly.

Likes: Boys Girls, sleeping in, football, his nintendo DS, 50's Themed Dances, Costume parties, parties in general, long legs, movies, drinking, and getting high in an occasion or two.

Dislikes: School plays, the color pink, anniversary dates (though he celebrates them to keep Felicity happy), chocolate, and uptight chicks with an OCD of organization.

Family: 

-Brighton Brown II [Dad]

-Christine Bailey - Brown [Mom]

-Barbara Brown [Sister]

-Rosemarie Brown [Sister]

Pets: Two german shepards, Trevor and Grover, that he's forced to drive every single day. Fuck his life. 

Extras: Get  life, stop asking about me, etc. 

Brown, Rosemarie

It's a Cataclysm Character 

Full name: Rosemarie Eileen Brown

Nicknames/Aliases: Rose, Rosie, Rosebud

Age: 21

Date of Birth: October 7, 1989

Gender: Female

Education: Bay Grove High School (2004 – 2007), currently a Silver City University Student

Eyes: Blue, and slightly tilted

Hair: Dark brown, reaches to the middle of her back. Wavy, though Rosie straightens it more often than not.

Height: 5’7

Build: Slim, and somewhat curvy.

Appearance: Rosemarie’s the only one of her siblings that did not inherit the typical brown hair and hazel eyes that are a trademark in the Brown family. Taking after her mother, Rose’s hair is nearly black, a bit on the wavy side, and cut in layers. Her eyes are very blue, and slightly tilted, framed by thick, but not particularly long lashes.  Rosy, her lips are bow shaped, which is alright for her because bow shaped lips are said to belong to the best kissers, and darn right she is one. Rosie is unarguably a beauty, and has a tilt of her shoulders like she knows it.

Her sense of style isn’t all that unique, for fashion has never been something she’s been into. She prefers dark jeans and sandals with body-hugging shirts, though she me be caught wearing a skirt or a simple LBD in an occasion or two. You may never, however, catch her wearing heels; she is surprisingly not graceful, and heels tend to be hazardous on her.

Personality - Background: As opposed to her siblings, Rosemarie isn’t really an overachiever. Where Barbara had her good grades and valedictorian thing under her belt since the second she started High School, and Brighton his equally good marks and football stuff, Rosie had her art, and just OKAY grades.

As a stereotypical Brown Rosie was a bit spoiled when young, though not nearly as her younger brother did; she has a very faint sense of self-entitlement, and a mischievous streak that got her in trouble more than a handful times during High School. She’s easy going, though, and rather outgoing if not a little bit possessive.

Family: Brighton Brown II (father), Christine Brown (mother), Barbara Brown and Brighton Brown III (siblings).

Pets: The family German Shepards, Trevor and Grover. Other than that, no.

Extra notes: 

-She attends Silver City University, with her major being Liberal Arts.

-Rosemarie wound pregnant during her sophomore year in High School. Given that the Brown’s are one of the founding families, her parents did not think it suitable that she should keep it, lest let people have a field day with it. As such, her parents “took care of it.” This is not something Rosemarie openly talks about, and will always be her biggest “What if.”

Carver, Elliot

It's a Cataclysm Character

Full name: Elliot Michael Carver

Nicknames/Aliases: Oh, he has plenty. Elliot just isn’t aware of any of them.

Age: 25

Date of Birth: June 13, 1985

Gender: Male

Education: Graduated from both High School and University

Occupation: Civil Engineer, legal guardian of two of his three siblings

Appearance: Hovering in between 5’10” and 6”, Elliot isn’t the muscular type of guy. He runs every morning, so it’s safe to say he’s in shape, but the last time he lifted weights was back on his senior year in High School when he was part of the swimming team. As expected, his shoulders are quite broad, and are the place where his sometimes shaggy brown hair rests on. Elliot has pale brown eyes, and angular features that usually sport a blush of sorts.

Personality – Background: Elliot is the older of the Carver children, and the legal guardian of two of his three siblings. Socially awkward doesn’t necessarily describe him properly, though he may be referred to as such. He’s more like a shy, and sort of a wallflower. As is only to be expected, Elliot isn’t a man of many words, and prefers to remain quiet the seventy percent of the time, and nod along to what everyone says. He’s kind, friendly if not a bit guarded, and well mannered.

Unfortunately his parents passed away when he was only 22, and was forced to transfer from his University to one close to home, and take care of his siblings. Elliot, at the sight of the new and big responsibility laid out for him, seemingly grew up too quickly in a short time, and withdrew himself from everyone for some time.

Family:

-Emma [sister, 19]

-Ezra [brother, 16]

-Eleanor [sister, 10]

-Julia [fiancé, 24]

Extra notes:

-Elliot has been engaged for a couple of years, but is secretly not sure about his wife-to-be.

-He sometimes resents his parents for dying, and leaving him in charge of everything at such a young age. 

Carver, Ezra

It's a Cataclysm Character

Full name: Ezra Blythe Carver

Nicknames/Aliases: Ez. Carver. Anything, really.

Date of Birth: December 20, 1993

Gender: Boy?

Grade: Junior

Education: Bay Grove High School

Appearance: Lithe and lanky, Ezra has a slender build that is full of lean muscle. His body is rather lanky, though, and his long legs seem to stretch forever. Everything about him shouts LAZY, so his movements and just all around manner can only be described as languid. His manner of slouching his lanky body and the way his level, tilted light brown eyes seem to stare right through you makes one wonder what exactly is going on in his mind. He is handsome, there is no doubt about that. Freckled and an almost baby-face come together with his messy bed head to create a tall, very good looking boy, though this is something Ezra often takes for granted.

Clothing tends to be simple but nice. Button-up dressy shirts, polos, graphic tees with cryptic messages paired with jeans and converse shoes are his usual attire. Because he gets cold easily, he usually wears a hoodie over his shirt. That said, most of his clothing looks as though Ezra picked them up from a pile near his bed - which is really exactly the case. Yes, they are clean, and yes, they are also wrinkled.

The only item of jewelry found on him can be an old watch attached to his wrist. When asked about it, Carver simply smiles lazily and elaborates a story, instead of saying the truth; that it belonged to this father, and that this is his way to think of him.

Personality: Remember that kid, back in High School? The one who sat in the very back of the classroom and spent his time either staring out the window with an absent expression, doodling on a paper or simply and unabashedly sleeping while a class was going on? That is Ezra Carver for you. His mind has never been and still isn't on his studies. Without any kind of proper encouragement, Ezra has skirted around his classes as best as he possibly can (except not), and it really is a wonder how he's made it this far without flunking a year.

Proud. Lazy. Cocky. Spontaneous. Irresponsible. These words easily sum up Ezra Carver. Especially lazy, for everything about him screams lazy. His clothes, his walk, the way he's almost always slouching or leaning against something, his yawns, his heavy lidded eyes, smile, and even voice. Soft spoken as he is, Ezra has the tendency of barely open his mouth when he speaks, and often appears to be utterly bored. Or just plain sleepy. Not that these are particularly bad qualities on him, though - Carver somehow manages to pull them off and make them endearing. Maybe it's the slow, crooked smile that he offers to people, or the innocent look that is usually hiding below his thick lashes and dropping lids, either way, when not talking, Ezra comes off more-naive looking than he actually is.

When it comes to girls, Ezra is not apathetic but isn't one to chase anyone either. Yes, he can be charming and flirtatious when he puts his mind to it, but there's no need to when half of the girls follow his lazy ass around, attracted to whatever vibe it is that he gives. Ezra doesn't really understands females, and doesn't bother to pretend that he does, either - after all, they are fascinating because of their complexity. Or so he's heard. Ezra has yet to find someone that can back up this theory for as of now, while he's dated several girls, the boy has yet to be anywhere near to experience that thing they call 'being in love.' So in the end Carver ends the relationships, making the girls believe that they can do better. Which is completely true. He's a charitable and kind soul, obviously.

The type to tune anyone's babbling out and patronize you on a daily basis, Ezra doesn't really have a temper. Rares are the time he's been seen angry or upset, and Carver likes it that way. After all, laughing at other people's dramas and judging them for creating it doesn't really mean that he wants to be part of it. Other than sleeping, people watching is his second favorite thing to do, and only talks when spoken to, or after someone says something that leaves everyone silent, because in his mind, the tension is practically yelling 'please insert a smartass or sarcastic comment here.'

In spite of his poor grades and seemingly care-less nature, Carver is actually rather witty and owns a quick mind. Well, save for when it comes to numbers, because those can kiss his toned ass for all he cares. That being said, Ezra does not lack common sense at all, and he often finds himself staring at his 'friends' (Popular Kids, he's looking at you) with a frustrated and amused expression on his face, wondering what the hell is wrong with people these days. Not that he's one to talk, for when bored, and though he doesn't need to, Ezra has gotten the rotten habit of stealing. Just for the shits and giggles, he says.

History: The Carvers arrived in the May Flower and settled in Bay Grove a few years after its foundation. No, they are not one of the founding families, but they are certainly one of the oldest ones, and thus are closed with them. This is why, since very young age, Ezra and his siblings (then just him, sister and his brother then) were taught to stick with the same people. This explains why to this day, Ezra is still considered one of the populars - because the other kids just feel like he belongs with them, even though he just doesn't seem to care, or is bothered by any of them. They most likely feel like it's their duty to keep him there.

At the age of fourteen, however, his parents died after being involved in a car accident, and Ezra, and his two sisters were left under the care of their oldest brother. Ezra coped with this by talking even less than usual, going to church and having a lot of sleepless nights for an entire year.

Though once rather well off, the Carvers, through time, became middle class, and when the tragedy happened, things got a little tight around the household - after all, Elliot (the big brother) was in his last year in College only. As soon as he began working, though, things went back to normal (for the most part), and Ezra moved on with his lazy life which consisted of ignoring most people, and not being bothered by most things.

And yes, moving on includes eating enough, sleeping more than enough, and giving up on church. However, he does pray every night before going to church and once in while visits his parents' tombs and silently talks to them.

Likes: people, girls, legs, long necks, sleep, eating, sleep, eating, pacman, converse shoes, computers, cellphones, apple juice, mashed potatoes, watches, the sea, short skirts, stars, UFO's, music, his iPod, his pillow, his bed, his room, his Farrah Fawcett 3 feet long poster (that hair, total GILF, too bad she's dead), the brother's girlfriend, his chair in the back of the classroom at home room, the little sister, the brother, the sister (sometimes), the old neighbor from across the street who's name he doesn't know, flowers during spring, summer, the color white, brown eyes, tanned girls (he plans on moving to Brazil, or somewhere in Latinamerica), the Constanza girls, Brazil, Marilyn Monroe (what a woman, too bad she's dead) and sand castles.

Dislikes: homework, school, teachers, tests, grades, numbers, sudoku, books, having to read a book for class (not that he ever does it. Hello? Online summaries?), the sister (sometimes), the brother's girlfriend, coffee, tea, coke (sodas in general), waking up early, computer and cellphone about to die, and vegetables. Very few things annoy him.

Family:

-The Parents [Deceased]

-Elliot [Brother, 25]

-Emma [Sister, 19]

-Eleanor [Sister, 7]

Allergies: Idiocy

Extras: Let's face it - Ezra isn't getting a scholarship any time soon for his grades, so he (or rather his brother made him) figured very early on he might as well try in some other are. He tried with footbal, and found lauahgable; basketball bored, and in cross country and track and field he ended up distracted. So he went for soccer in the end, and he's not an entirely bad goalie. Actually, he's height helps him a lot in this area, making him an often assertive one. Ezra is surprisingly healthy, refusing to eat meat and anything that can be considered junk food. 

Constanza, Fátima

It's a Cataclysm Character

Full name: is Fátima María Constanza

Nicknames/Aliases:  Fátima, Constanza, and that's it.

Age: 16 years old

Date of Birth: February 29, 1994

Grade: Sophomore

Gender: Female

Education: Bay Grove High School

Eyes: Dark brown

Hair: Dark brown, and straight. Goes all the way down to the middle of her back, and is arranged in a ponytail. Makes it easy for cheerleading, sabes?

Height: 5'10"

Build: Fátima is Latina, and as such, her curves are rather prominent. Everyone knows it, everyone sees them, and she pretty much hates it. Breasts are exhausting, and when you have hips and a butt, trying to fit in your sisters' hand-me-down pants and skirts ranges from difficult to just completely impossible.

General appearance: Fátima's been blessed with having an almost perfect olive complexion complexion. Almost because there's a small scar below her right eyebrow, that she got at the age of 10 after falling off a tree. Her face is usually stripped off any kind of make-up, safe for when the cheerleading team has some kind of dancing competition, and for matches.

Her clothes are usually hand me downs from both of her sister, which is understandable, but still annoying all the same. It's not like it matters much, though, because fashion trends both elude and bores her; somehow, however, Fátima manages to not look like a fool. Not completely, anyway, for sometimes the attires she puts up together can be slightly questionable. Though unconsciously, Fatima has the tendency to blend with the crowd, and only manages to stand out (because it can't be helped, really) during cheerleading and dancing.

Personality: Fátima was born on Leap Day, and more often than not people people point out that this is why she's got so many quirks. Quirks that, in reality, are just obsessive compulsive tendencies. For instance, Fatima wraps with plastic what small amount of books she owns, and when reading, she must be sitting down, her back straight and pressed against the solid surface of a chair. Said books must never be touched without having washed her hands (two times, and then dry them by scrubbing a towel against the skin for sixteen seconds), and in fact, Fatima prefers to wear gloves when touching them. Her books are, after all, the only thing she truly owns, and they must be respected.

Obsessed with making everyone around her as perfect as they possibly can, Fatima spends most of the salary that her part time job offers on getting new clothes for her siblings and parents. Outsiders see this as a self-less and kind gesture. Her family, however, knows better and knows that this is just one of Fátima's attempts of being in control of something. It is typical trait of hers to go around correcting people's grammar, trying to tuck in her siblings (and sometimes strangers) clothing, and for taking care of other people's messes, for she claims that it makes her skin itch.

With those related to her, Fatima has a very in-your-face attitude to match the OCD tendencies. With complete strangers, however, she takes her sweet time (meaning: she lets you talk for 3 and a half minutes before talking a lot herself) before opening. She watches, she listens, she takes notes (literally), and might even question you about the color of your toothbrush, and how many times you stir your coffee before drinking it. Those two things are, of course, very important for her, as Fatima believes they tell about a lot about someone. To her misfortune, though, Fátima can be naive and people have, in several times, taken advantage of her; far too often, she jumps the gun in her observations, opens up too quickly, and ends up trusting on the wrong people.

Popularity isn't something she dreams about, though Fátima can't say it doesn't sound appealing. She just wants to be liked and accepted, and while the spotlight can't be all that bad, she doesn't need to be on it. Because of her need to be accepted in this new environment she was thrown in, Fátima kind of has the tendency to lie once in a while (i.e: half of the time) to make herself sound more interesting. Admittedly, though, this is something she's been doing for as long as she can remember, so yes, Fátima can very well be a pathological liar in the making. Or a fully made one. Who knows, really.

History: Having born in Morelos, México, the concept of 'Big City' pretty much eludes Fátima, so it made a lot of sense that when her parents decided to move they relocated in such a small town as Bay Grove. Good thing, too, because chances are that had Bay Grove been a big city, Fátima would have lost her mind. Or something very close to that. That doesn't stop her from wanting very badly to move into some bigger city, such as Los Angeles or New York, though; Fátima claims that Bay Grove is culturally challenged, but the truth is that she thinks chasing after celebrities sounds pretty cool, and therefore, fun.

Fátima is pretty new to Greengolandia, as she likes to call it, so her only friends are her siblings and some other girls from the cheerleading and the basketball team. Fátima can't say she's the best when it comes to basketball, but she was only accepted on the team because of her height.

At school her dictionary is her best friend, and thanks to this, her grades are actually pretty great. School bores her, though, so Fátima's attendance record leaves a lot to be desired; she just pretends to go school every morning with her siblings, but instead of heading to class, she hangs out around the library trying to educate herself on the art that is speaking english (even if she does think the language lacks passion) or picks up extra shifts at the local grocery store. Her teachers, torn between her abscences and having good grades, just let her be. It's pretty much an unspoken agreement that, as long as she doesn't cause trouble and won't make her classmates skip class, too, they'll leave her alone.

Likes: ponytails, pigtails, candy, heat, jalapeños, chocolate, water, pickles, books, novelas, sports, salsa (the music, though the other one is cool, too), math, sneakers, singing (horribly), dancing (not horribly), Britney Spears, Maná, music in general, the color yellow, sleeping in though she rarely does it, painting her toe nails, and that white and cold thing Gringos call snow.

Dislikes: Heat (yeah, love/hate relationship), rain, fashion, poetry, school, cellphones (because she doesn't have one), computer (can't like what you don't have), lemon, bittersweet stuff, Avril Lavigne, Jessica Alba, Las Crónicas de Narnia, pick-up lines, heels, breasts, make-up, ribbons, the color gray, baseball caps, getting any taller.

Famlily: Mom, dad and four siblings. 

Extras: No, gracias. 

Cross, Reginald

Literature Professor

Solways Character

Full name: Reginald Jude Cross
Nicknames/Aliases: Reggie What, what, WHAT?
Age: 34
Gender: Male

Occupation: Literature Professor at Solway's Academy

Hair: Occasionally tousled sandy coloured hair
Eyes: Light blue
Height: Five feet, ten inches tall
General appearance: Clean, cool and collected, Reginald always looks his best, in spite of his facial hair. Prefers suits (though without a tie), Cross favourizes dark colours over light ones. Though he does owns a few light coloured shirts.

Personality-Family: Reginald was born in Yorkshire, England, during a stormy night of July, the same day in which the well known Hessle Festival concluded . Has more siblings that anyone should, thanks to his unfaithful father, Cross and his little sister Reina were pretty much raised by his mother Rita who worked as a waitress in a local restaurant. Very rarely saw his father and from very young age realized that he was not particularly the most responsible man, Reginald thinks of him as some distant cousin he doesn't have much respect for and doesn't care to spend time with.

Due to the lack of paternal figure at his home, Reginald, from very young age, took it to himself to raise his own sister, and made sure to teach how to punch the lights out of anyone who tried to mess with her and to also say a curse word or two in the process. Attended a boarding school thanks to a scholarship his mother's best friend got for him, Reginald had no problem becoming friends with a couple of boys - however, thanks to his 'In Your Face', feisty, careless and impulsive nature, Cross spent most of his time on detention and would have gotten kicked out had it not been for the fact that the families of his two best friends were very influential. Thanks to said families (and good grades, bad behaviour or not) he earned a scholarship and was accepted in an American University. What University, you may ask? Princeton. So he packed up his bags, said goodbye to his mom and sister, and moved to America.

After finishing his studies, Reginald was hired to work as Literature professor in a Prep Private School in Connecticutt and worked there for a good six years before getting hired at Solways Academy as Literature Professor.

Pets: None.
Allergies: Strawberries and rich brats

Likes: Chocolate, being left alone, beach, grapes, brown eyes, coffee and books.
Dislikes: Oh, we could be here for days, but it's safe to say that his biggest dislike are the brats he has to teach about Literature everyday. Yes, he's talking to YOU, Solways students.

Anything else?: Currently engaged to Performing Arts Professor, Elsie Hayden. Took him forever to propose to her, and when he did, it was during a fight. They have not set a date yet - or rather, he hasn't for chances are that Elsie already picked the place where they are spending their honeymoon and has even named their first two children.

Dwight, Nicholas

Private Tutor

Former MoM Division Head

Past SS Character

Full name: Nicholas Rufus Dwight

Nicknames/Aliases: Nic, kid
Age: 35 going on 36
DOB: October 11th, 2037
POB: Leeds, England
Heritage: Muggleborn
Education/House: Hogwarts - Hufflepuff (2049 - 2055)

Height: 5'9
Hair: Curly brown hair
Eyes: Dark brown

Personality - Background: Never met any of his parents, Nicholas Rufus Dwight was raised by his uncle Ben, a muggle accountant. From very age started to show signs of magic by making things hover when upset/or extremely happy; his uncle, scared that the government would find a way to blame him for this, took young Nicholas to the doctor. Thankfully for him, it so happened that the doctor's daughter was a witch attending to Hogwarts so as carefully as he could, he explained Uncle Ben everything. And uncle Ben ran out of the office with Nicholas shouting about people making him waste his time and trying to make him feel like an idiot. However, the 'strange' happenings around Nicholas kept happening until he turned eleven and ... well, long story short, after a lot of yelling, cussing, tears and moments of denial, Uncle Ben allowed him to attend to the 'Madhouse of Wizkids" so he could be around people of his 'kind.'

Sorted into Hufflepuff, Dwight was not the brightest one of the bunch but certainly stood out when the time came to make people laugh. He's a clown by nature, really, and was often in detention for wasting his time reading comic books during class, doodling on the corner of a parchment, falling asleep while the professor spoke or just plain talking the ear off of the person sitting next to him.

Once he finished his studies, Nicholas went traveling for a while before settling for working at the French Minister of Magic. Five years later, he resigned and took a brief-lasting job as Divison head of the British Ministry of Magic. Nicholas currently works as a tutor for Pureblood upper class children, more specifically, for the Hopton family.

Fayette, Oliver

Night and Day Collide

Full name: Oliver Emmanuel Fayette

Nicknames/Aliases: You are kidding, right?

Gender: Male

Grade: Oliver gives himself an A+, but that’s not really what you were asking.

Date of Birth: September 26, 1991

Species: Shifter [Panther]

Build: Oliver isn't all that buffed up. In fact, he is rather lanky, though in no way unattractively so; if anything, he is rather graceful, with a walk that vaguely resembles the stalk of a panther, and a very correct posture.

Height: 5’10”

Weight: Who knows

Hair: straight and glossy brown. Messy, but well kept.

Eyes: slightly tilted and very dark

General Appearance: With a smooth, naturally tanned complexion, a boy-ish face and long, dark and thick lashes, Oliver can go neat and can go scruffy, though he usually falls in between these two categories. Sleeves are usually rolled up to his elbows, accompanied by jeans (not too baggy, mind you) and always wears some old, fancy watch that has been passed down on his family (to the boys) since the fourty's. It is safe to say that Fayette gives out a very casual vibe with an edge to it. Or bite. Whichever works.

Personality: Oliver Fayette doesn't like you. In fact, Fayette doesn't like anyone except for his own family. He just never learned to deal with people, and thus he prefers to just evade them all and keep to himself. Tact avoids him in drastic measures at times, and since young age, other kids ignored him for they sense there was something off and different about him, which there is. And, since he was used to being ignored Fayette developed a scorn and hate for everyone but other shifters.

Females are unimportant creatures to him, and the only thing Oliver sees in them is an opportunity to make out and satisfy his manly needs. And sometimes, even dating them. Do not let that fool you into thinking that he's got a soft side, though - because he does not. Oliver has the rotten habit of dating women just to manipulate them and toy with their hearts at his will. And then, when they grow to attached, he deliberately dumps them giving them the same explanation, 'It's not me - it's you.' Yes, he can certainly be charming and flirtatious when putting his mind into it, but half of the time, he does not even try; girls just seem to be, in his opinion, masochistic enough to follow him and be attracted to the bad and dangerous boy vibes that thickly come off from him.

Loyal to no one but his family, he has never experienced love or anything remotely close to that, Oliver pushes them away and is an expert on not getting emotionally involved. Oliver Fayette may date and kiss and do much more than that, but he does not, under any circumstances, love. That sickening feeling that most people seem to moon over is not beneficial for him, and therefore, he's got no reason to partake on it.

Although he fantasizes of the day when shifters will take over and rule both Night world and the world of the mortals, Fayette plays along with the idiotic charade, determined to keep low-profile for now. Fayette is also talented when it comes to telling people exactly what they want to hear, and owns a silver tongue that can be literally pull him out of any kind of sticky situation. With a sharp memory, Fayette has the odd tendency to remember every single aspect (good and bad) of his life, making him a quiet but deadly enemy.

History: Oliver's parents were killed in an altercate between Daybreakers, shifters and vampires. Left under the care of a brother that was altogether too busy fighting for equality, Oliver's nanny was the TV and his best friend all the books his dad left behind. When he was old enough to go to school, his brother Oscar dutifully sent him to one, and from that moment, Oliver started to take care of himself. He washed himself, fed himself, raised himself, and grew independent.

Not one to relate easily to other people, Oliver didn't really strike friendship with any of her classmates, save for one girl who was her best friend all through elementary school. Unfortunately, his friend (Rose, her name was, but he never mentions her) moved away before Junior High began, and Oliver never bothered to befriend the other kids. He just kept to himself and slowly started to resent not only humans for not attempting to approach him, but other Nightworlders, too. Oliver never made this a secret, and he wasn't even done communicating this to his brother when he was shipping him off to some boarding school where he wouldn't have to keep his nature a true secret.

For better or for worse, Fayette was thrown in a completely different environment in which Nightworlders and humans lived together. He wasn't all that pleased at first, and though he never fully and openly admitted it, it was a nice change to walk around and realize that you weren't really alone. Graduation soon came, though, and right after the ceremony he was asked to stay at Lincoln's as the new appointed guardian. Fayette blatantly rejected it at first, but after some persuasion from his brother Oscar, he took the job. It was either that or attending to some University full of humans that he did not give a rat's ass about.

The resentment he developed, however, has never truly left him and as such, Oliver remains on the fence about the whole ordeal that the Circle of Daybreak is. Especially since it was for people like this that his parents passed away.

Likes: Oliver doesn't understand the purpose of all these questions, and kindly asks you to fuck off. 

Dislikes: You, the people around you, and the world in general. Also, see above. 

Extras: Yes. Get out. 

Fletcher, Catherine

It's a Cataclysm Character

Full name: Catherine Leigh Fletcher

Nicknames/Aliases: Cathe. Cathie and Cathy by the parents.

Age: Sixteen

Gender: Female

Date of Birth: January 17, 1994

Grade: Junior

Education: Bay Grove High School

Eyes: Chocolate brown

Hair: Light brown, sleek and kept short.

Height: Five feet tall.

Build: Petite, and slender, though surprisingly well proportioned.

General appearance: Catherine resembles a fairie - or a pixie. Whichever of those two work. Her skin is very fair, and translucent enough that if one were to look at her face closely, you could see the blue veins under the skin of her temples, though this is mainly covered by her light brown fringe, that belongs to her pixie-hair cut. Because her skin is so pale Cathe's eyes tend to stand out more than they should; they are a set of large orbs of a deep shade of chocolate brown, and framed by thick, feathery lashes.

Though short and not entirely striking, Catherine has an air about her that cannot be called average. In fact, when not being talked to she keeps a serious expression on her face, and a bit of a lofty look on her eyes. It doesn’t help that her wardrobe, though simple and dark, is usually stylish and reeks of designer backgrounds, which is not usually the case; Catherine, with her turtle-neck sweaters, pale short pants, black leggings is just familiar with the places where you can shop more for less.

Personality: Half of the time, Catherine prefers to keep her relations with complete strangers to strictly business; mindless chit chat isn't her thing, and believes that if there isn't anything important to say, then it's best to not say anything at all. With her friends, however, things tend to change as she becomes more outspoken, outgoing, and funny.

The end will justify the means, no matter how screwed up said means were. Brutally honest, occasionally dry, and sometimes bitchy, Catherine, best known as Cathe, has for friends a group of thespians, even though she is a cheerleader. Her friends usually say that if Bay Groove was part of the United Kingdom, and high school was Hogwarts, Cathe would probably be in the house of Slytherin. She eagerly agrees, but that’s mostly because that’d probably mean being able to spend time with Draco Malfoy and then get on his pants. Yes, one of Cate’s favourite hobbies is to date around, but that does not mean, under any circumstances, that she’s looking for commitment. Because she’s not.

Commitment-phobic? Check.

An expert on not getting attached (or at least that's how it normally is), as well as recognizing the signs that show when a boy is getting too attached (which means it is time to break things nicely), Catherine is perpetually afraid of opening herself to someone and then getting her heart broken. So her relationships are usually more like flings, and of those, she’s had more than her fair share.

It’s not that she’s slut, she just gets bored easily. In fact, the times she's actually allowed anyone to go all the way can be counted with the first three fingers of a hang. In an case, most boys rarely see her as something other than a potential hook-up. She is Catherine Fletcher, after all, the girl that will dump you after a month, so it’s best to just not get really attached, and keeps things casual. Which works for her, because in her mind, she’s not girlfriend material; with her blunt and dark sense of humour, quick retorts, and midly attractive, persona, Cathe is usually the girl that boys see as a contest that once won, loses its appeal.

History: The truth is that Catherine was supposed to be a boy. The only child of her parents' sometimes happy marriage, the fact that she turned up a girl was pretty much a surprise. Her name was given to her, because at her parents' lack of imagination, the nurse that attended her mother at the hospital suggested it after having finished reading Wuthering Heights.

A child was always a gift no matter the sex, her mother used to say, but sometimes her father (a University professor) could be heard mumbling about the lack of testosterone on the house, so she was quick to start behaving like a boy. Football, soccer, baseball, pretending to be Bob The Builder, were all the things Cathe would do with her now completely father happy. But then her mother realized that she didn't want a 'butch' for a daughter, and was quick to sign her up in ballet lessons at the age of seven years old. Cathe detested it, but had to endure it for seven years, until she was finally allowed to quit.

By then her father had gotten over the fact that he'd been granted a girl instead of a boy, and her mother was too wrapped up with her on going middle aged crisis and hippy-like activities, so Cathe was happy to take a step aside and grow away from her parents' scrutinizing eyes. Not everything was as happy as it seemed, however, for only a few days after her mother allowed her to quit ballet, Catherine found out that her father had been unfaithful. Things worked out between her parents (they went on an extended vacation to find themselves again, and left her with her grandmother), but she never quite looked at things the same way. Recalling the nights she heard her mother cry herself to sleep, Catherine realized that love was the biggest weapon anyone could hold against you, and thus since the moment Catherine went on her first date, she was the one in charge of everything, deciding where they would go, when they would go, and HOW long would it last.

Likes: Books, reading, television, old movies, cold nights, partying, summer days, snow, rain, coffee, silver necklaces, movies, boots, photography, dating, sleeping in on Sunday mornings, sleeping in general, photography, drawing, writing, snuggling (sometimes), ice cream, kissing, cheerleading, her friends, pictures etc.

Dislikes: commitment, obnoxious folk, tea, exercise, sports in general, sneakers, facebook, pianos (sometimes), cats, and oatmeal.

Family: Raquel (Mom), James (Dad), and Lyla (a baby and half-sister)

Pets: Philip, a Yorkie

Extra: Catherine is half jew from her mother's side, and half protestant from her dad's, and as such, she celebrates both Hanukkah and Christmas. You may call it Chrismukkah, like Seth Cohen did

Howe, Marshall

Daily Prophet Layout Editor

SS DP Character - HNC

Full Name: Marshall James Howe

Aliases/Nicknames: Marshall or Howe will do
Age: Twenty five years old
Date of Birth: May 7, 2047
Place of Birth: Armagh, Northern Ireland 
Gender: Male
Heritage: Muggleborn
Wand: Oddly formed cheerywood wand with a core of kelpie hair. 9 inches long, and whippy. 
Former house: Gryffindor (2058 - 2064)
Position in the Daily Prophet: Layout Editor


Appearance: After nearly a decade of having reached six feet, four inches tall, and being just way too gangly for anyone's good, Marshall Howe has grown far too used to his long limbs to actually give two sickles about it anymore. Yeah, he has to bend down a lot, in order to talk to people, and sure he's almost always slouching and is bound to suffer from back problems early on in his life, but really who cares? Not him, certainly, not anymore. 

During the summer his hair ranges between light brown and dirty blond, though it is normally brown and untamed and curly and is very close to resembling a bird's nest. His eyes, olive and almond-shaped, are constantly hidden behind his messy fringe, for his hair falls on his eyes a lot, successfully blocking his already poor eyesight. Thanks to this, and to the fact that he's never able to remember where he last put his black rimmed, rectangle-shaped glasses, Marshall has quite literally stumbled his way through life, and fallen down in public more times than he cares to remember. Oh, and you better believe than whenever he does, he's made sure to take not-at-all-pleased folk down with him, too.

Marshall's style is nonexistent because he simply just doesn't have one. His clothing is determined by his mood, or whether or not he's done any laundry - it all depends. However, if he really had to pick one style in particular, it'd be the love child of preppy boy and geek chic.

Personality: Marshall is a kind and light hearted young man, who happens to be everybody's friend once he comes out of his shell; he'd even talk your ear off, too, if allowed. But there's a problem: He rarely comes out of his shell. Though mostly unwillingly, Marshall Howe doesn't exactly make a secret of his severely awkward social ways. Being one to take mostly everything literally, Marshall's pale face is usually either covered by a fierce blush, or just drained from any color, and is always running short of witty responses. Not that he really needs those, for with a face as open as his, it's hard to hide his feelings (anger, mostly) when it comes to certain matters. This comes as a laughable matter sometimes, which only makes Marshall to lose his temper and forget that tact is something people should always have. Needless to say, he's always finding himself having eternal riffs with complete strangers, and sometimes an acquaintance or two. 

Sense of humor eludes him for the most part, unless it comes in the form of someone's face meeting the concrete, which is really rich coming from someone as clumsy as him. But then, this is exactly why Marshall feels that he is perfectly allowed to laugh - after all, people don't think twice about doing it when it is his face meeting the ground. Marshall feels very little, if any empathy, towards weak and selfish individuals, which once again, is very rich -the weak part, at least- coming from someone who's middle name could only be STRONG if their life was a comedy from the muggle telly. Really, though, Marshall  means well, and would never wish any kind of ill on anyone. But really, wouldn't YOU laugh if weak, selfish person falls on their backside in front of a crowd? At least him, as opposed to many people out there, helps the poor soul to get back on their feet after allowed himself five seconds of some food old laughing.

Marshall lacks the skill (one of the many skills he lacks, mind you) of expressing himself in socially acceptable ways. Though not at all unintelligent, Marshall is a slow thinker that actually thinks an awful lot, and lacks confidence. He just doesn't  know what to say half of the time, and when he actually does have a clue of what to say, he worries that it isn't the right to thing to say. And that's not even mentioning that after convincing himself that it is the right thing to point out, then comes the excruciatingly difficult task of figuring it out how to say it.

Not surprisingly (or at least not to him and the few friends he's got), Marshall's relationship with the opposite sex isn't really one. Talking to them is even more difficult than trying to steal a cookie from a nine month-old brat (he's tried, has gotten punched by a saliva-covered little fist right in the nose), and often ends up being an embarrassing and painful situation. Yes, women are beautiful, alluring and one hundred percent mesmerizing, but Marshall Howe is convinced that they want nothing to do with him, his majestically clumsy ways, and socially inept self, so he prefers to watch them from afar, and save himself the pain and embarrassment that is dealing with them. 

History: Regardless of how many Disney movies he watched that had magic on them, Marshall didn't really believed on it. If there was such a thing as magic, his mom wouldn't have died after having him, and his dad wouldn't spend so much time at work and not enough time with him, right? Right. Maybe Howe's social inadequacies stem from the fact that he never knew much of that thing they called parental love or whatever, but he truth is that he pretty only had himself while growing up. 

His dad taught him how to talk, how to wash himself, how to dress himself, and when he realized that Marshall was old enough to take care of himself, Marshall Howe Senior became distant and threw himself into his work. Apparently his son was the spitting image of the woman he'd lost, or something. So Marshall, just a little kid, raised himself as best as he could. His nanny was the telly, and his books were his best friends. It didn't take long, however, for his father to receive letter from school saying that Marshall somehow always caused trouble, so Mr. Howe just decided to get him a tutor and have his son study at home. Marshall wasn't exactly fond of this idea, but he'd never been much of a complainer, and was in fact, rather accommodating so he merely accepted his faith. Things were alright for a couple of years, until someone showed saying that he was a wizard and therefore, had to attend to a special school.

Eleven year old Marshall both cried and laughed and for the first time in his live, threw a tantrum. Surprisingly, Marshall's father took it better than Marshall himself, for it turned out that his sister was a witch, too. And so it was then then that Marshall realized his life had changed quite a bit. Soon he was buying supplies, and then shuffling inside a train, saying good-bye to his father (who to Marshall's surprise looked even a little sad) and hello to his new life. At Hogwarts, Marshall wasn't exactly the best of his class, but he wasn't actually all that bad; he excelled in Charms, Herbology, Arithmancy and Astronomy, but made a mess of himself when it came to Potions, Transfiguration and Flying. Marshall made plenty of friends and lost more than half of them, but that was okay because some of them at least remained and put up with his awkward ways.

Graduation soon came, and Marshall, trying to follow his father's foot-steps, decided to go the muggle way and study Law. That, of course, didn't exactly go as planned and he ended up dropping out, and wound up working as a waiter in a muggle restaurant for a couple of months. Photography was something he'd always liked, however, so a few months later he signed up in University once again, and this time actually managed to finish the whole thing. He fell in love a few times, and got his heart-broken the exact amount of times, too. Marshall worked in a bunch of odd jobs in the Wizarding World (none of them worth mentioning) before finally landing one in the Daily Prophet. Marshall is actually quite excited, but isn't all that sure he'll last. 

Likes: books, photography, bow-ties, food, sneakers, sleeping in, walking in the rain, pillows, hoodies, chocolate frogs, music, energy drinks, The Females, laughter, languages, travelling, old people, Quidditch, Astronomy, pencils, muggle gadgets, his friends, his family, old muggle movies, butterbeer, Broomsticks (as long as he isn't riding one) and his beat up yellow couch.

Dislikes: photography (yeah, love/hate relationship), bad lightening, smelly folk, annoying folk, muggle pens, money, his poor eyesight, his glasses because they are nowhere to be found, doctors, healers, lawyers, his family (yeah yeah), early spring, waking up early, not getting enough sleep, his hair, the mole on the crook of his neck, ink-stained hands, awkward situations (ha... HAH), heights, and sometimes himself.

History - Background: Regardless of how many Disney movies he watched that had magic on them, Marshall didn't really believed on it. If there was such a thing as magic, his mom wouldn't have died after having him, and his dad wouldn't spend so much time at work and not enough time with him, right? Right. Maybe Howe's social inadequacies stem from the fact that he never knew much of that thing they called parental love or whatever, but he truth is that he pretty only had himself while growing up. 

His dad taught him how to talk, how to wash himself, how to dress himself, and when he realized that Marshall was old enough to take care of himself, Marshall Howe Senior became distant and threw himself into his work. Apparently his son was the spitting image of the woman he'd lost, or something. So Marshall, just a little kid, raised himself as best as he could. His nanny was the telly, and his books were his best friends. It didn't take long, however, for his father to receive letter from school saying that Marshall somehow always caused trouble, so Mr. Howe just decided to get him a tutor and have his son study at home. Marshall wasn't exactly fond of this idea, but he'd never been much of a complainer, and was in fact, rather accommodating so he merely accepted his faith. Things were alright for a couple of years, until someone showed saying that he was a wizard and therefore, had to attend to a special school.

Eleven year old Marshall both cried and laughed and for the first time in his live, threw a tantrum. Surprisingly, Marshall's father took it better than Marshall himself, for it turned out that his sister was a witch, too. And so it was then then that Marshall realized his life had changed quite a bit. Soon he was buying supplies, and then shuffling inside a train, saying good-bye to his father (who to Marshall's surprise looked even a little sad) and hello to his new life. At Hogwarts, Marshall wasn't exactly the best of his class, but he wasn't actually all that bad; he excelled in Charms, Herbology, Arithmancy and Astronomy, but made a mess of himself when it came to Potions, Transfiguration and Flying. Marshall made plenty of friends and lost more than half of them, but that was okay because some of them at least remained and put up with his awkward ways.

Graduation soon came, and Marshall, trying to follow his father's foot-steps, decided to go the muggle way and study Law. That, of course, didn't exactly go as planned and he ended up dropping out, and wound up working as a waiter in a muggle restaurant for a couple of months. Photography was something he'd always liked, however, so a few months later he signed up in University once again, and this time actually managed to finish the whole thing. He fell in love a few times, and got his heart-broken the exact amount of times, too. Marshall worked in a bunch of odd jobs in the Wizarding World (none of them worth mentioning) before finally landing one in the Daily Prophet. Marshall is actually quite excited, but isn't all that sure he'll last.
Extras: Marshall is allergic to a lot of things, which is why he's a vegetarian more out of need than choice. Sometimes he suspects to be allergic to himself and his own stupidity.