NAME;; Archimedes, Trinity Lyrica
AGE;; 17 as of May 8th.
YEAR;; 7th year
GENDER;; Female
BLOOD STATUS;; Half-blood
FAMILIAR;; Blake the cat is a pure white, supine figure, with the size of a kitten but the haughtiness of a puma. While her name does contradict her appearance, it quite adequately describes her personality; barbed, prickly, anti-social, and snobbish, this cat is at no one's beck and call and makes sure everyone knows it. Still, she seems reluctant to leave Trinity's side.
SPECIAL REQUEST;; Legilimency and Occlumency; while more accomplished a Legilimency, Trinity is still quite poor at both, and her powers are usually fleeting, although she has gotten past the "wild and uncontrollable" phase.
PATRONUS;; A snake.
PERSONALITY;; A quiet and insufferably shy individual, Trinity is quite easily influenced and her self-esteem is not on the good side. Quite the loner, Trinity hides most everything about her under a cold, blank shell, which most people dislike and stray from at first glance. A quite keen and cunning person with an eye for strategy and a mind fit for creativeness, as well as a hardened independence, Trinity is... complicated. Calm and with a seemingly limitless patience and uncanny memory, this sable-haired girl would be quite nice, if but for one fact. Due to events from when she was young, she has a harder time than most distinguishing wrong from right, and will often cross "the line" if prodded by others.
HISTORY;; Born to a wizard father and muggle mother, Trinity's first memory is of her father taking her away from her mother by force. An unstable and rough man, Trinity's childhood was rough and rocky, but was not venturing into any dark territory. Not until exactly a yer before she was sent to Hogwarts; with dinner on the table, Trinity was awaiting her father's return when the front door slammed, Trinity's father rushing in like an enraged bull with wild eyes and vibrant, crimson red splattering his clothes and staining his fingertips. Ignoring everything, the man grabbed Trinity's face in what might have been a maternal gesture if not for the the crushing grip and the blood, her father grabbed her and apparated, Trinity returning alone a few hours later clutching a deflated soccer ball. Found three days later because she no longer went to school and there was no way to contact her, Trinity was sprawled on the ground, still clutching the soccer ball, a dead look in her eyes; she would have most likely remained standing if her legs had the strength. Seeing as Trinity was quite shy even before the incident, no one saw anything remotely different after the sable-haired girl recuperated from the shock of losing a parent and the bruises on her face. Trinity went to Hogwarts a year later, and her past has remained quite hush-hush, the few that know it being herself and the headmaster, along with a few teachers. And even then, Trinity is the only one who knows what happened in those few, short hours.
IMAGE;; xXx
NAME;; Auroboros, Xavier Adams
AGE;; 17 years old; birthday is June 2nd.
YEAR;; 7th
GENDER;; Male
BLOOD STATUS;; Half-Blood
FAMILIAR;; An eagle owl -large for it's size- with standard markings but ashy, silvery eyes. Slightly agressive and territorial, this owl often circles his owner when feeling threatened, and tends to shriek at anyone who he deems is invading his "territory". However, rarely does this animal resort to physical attack.
SPECIAL REQUEST;; None.
PATRONUS;; A -surprise, surprise!- Grizzly.
PERSONALITY;; A bold and loud fellow, Xavier tends to lumber about like a clumsy bear, none that observant and often blundering onto shaky ground simply because he cannot stop but blurt whatever he's thinking. Prone to fits of primal anger, Xavier is often seen to be a monster of a man, his stature and imposing figure often strengthening the image. However, instead of being a classic Grizzly, Xavier is more of a small cub, with a hidden innocence and an astonishing and often unwelcome truthfulness. A person of a couple layers rather than many, Xavier's personality -or at least, most of it- belies his gruff appearance, as he is quite compassionate and kind, as well as steadfastly loyal to his friends, which he often makes in a heartbeat. Quick to smile and laugh -and consequentially, as easy to anger- Xavier is merely a happy-go-lucky fellow with a shorter fuse than most, as well as the heart of a noble lion. Or should it be bear?
HISTORY;; Xavier lived relatively normally, with his single mother, who was a witch. When he was young, he was often posessed by the unrestrained curiosity and reckless abandon that seems to plague most under ten years old, near unsatiable unless he romped through the woods surrounding their property for a few hours, or his mother sat him down and performed magic "tricks", which seemed like the coolest thing in the world to Xavier's seven-year old mind, and also left him quite knowledgeable about a lot of small, aesthetic spells, which he still uses to please a lotf wizard younglings he comes across, as well as the first and second years. Xavier came to hogwarts like any regular wizard, but also almost got jailed for showing a police officer the secret train platform. Or trying to, at least; while the police officer did not quite see where Xavier went, he did get a sore nose and two bruises on his head. Narrowly escaping muggle justice, Xavier spent the rest of his first year working on a reputation of being a daredevil and the undesputable class clown, goofing off as he pleased, with no woods to reign in his recklessness. Having passed his O.W.L.S. -though perhaps not with flying colors- and is preparing for the N.E.W.T.S. this year, though perhaps not as much as his teachers would have liked, seeing as there is a certain tournament occupying his one-track mind.
IMAGE;; xXx
If there is anything I'm missing, please tell me. ^^