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Birthday : 1988-04-15
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PostSubject: Grayson Hughes   Mon Jul 03, 2017 7:57 am



Full Name: Grayson Ephraim Hughes
Age: 34
Date of birth: 15 April, 1988
Birthplace: London, England
Current home: Limerick, Ireland
Blood Status: Halfblood
Sexual Alignment: Homosexual
Wand type: 10 3/4 inches, maple, dragon heartstring


Hair colour and style: Black, closely shaved
Eye colour: Dark brown/black
Height: 5'9"
Body type: Slender, but lean and surprisingly muscular
Dress sense: Sharp, mostly dark colors like black and purple, usually professional (i.e. suit or dark robes)
Birthmarks: None
Tattoos: None
Scars: Several, each with its own story
Piercings: None



[In this section, please don’t just write one or two words. Explain their likes, dislikes, strengths, weaknesses, positive & negative traits in detail wherever possible; this is for people to get a decent idea of who your character is and what they are like, so please don’t just randomly list things. Also, three is the minimum, please don't be afraid to list more, there will never be limitations to detail on this site!]

Likes: (3 minimum)
  -Tea (especially Kenyan masala chai)
  -Books (of all kinds)
  -Traveling (anywhere and everywhere--he rarely settles)
  -Peace and quiet (he enjoys the simple pleasures of life--relaxing by himself at the end of the day, with a cup of tea and a good book)
  -Meeting people/interesting conversations (he loves to learn about people and their backgrounds)
  -Learning new things (he has studied everything under the sun during his travels--he knows several languages, and has mastered many obscure talents, both magical and non-magical)

Dislikes: (3 minimum)
  -Bullies (he had to deal with his fair share of them growing up, and he will not hesitate to give them what they deserve)
  -Closed-mindedness (he finds it hard to comprehend people who willfully refuse knowledge)
  -British food (he prefers to actually taste his food)
  -Arbitrary rules/restrictions (he believes there should be a good reason for any rules that are made, and has always been good at finding loopholes in the rules he doesn't agree with)
  -Politics (he finds politicians frustrating, and their supporters even more so--whenever he thinks about politics it just makes him angry, so he stays away if he can)

Strengths: (3 minimum)
  -Memory (excellent, possibly photographic)
  -Wandless magic (learned on his travels in Africa)
  -A lot of random skills and knowledge (picked up from all sorts of people in many different places)
  -Languages (he's fluent in 3, and can understand/read several others)
  -Cooking (though he doesn't do it often)

Weaknesses: (3 minimum)
  -Intelligent/interesting/attractive men (he's always open to meeting new people, and occasionally he'll find himself rather enamoured, and he's learned to just accept these emotions)
  -Dabbling (while he's tried his hand at many, many things, he's only really taken the time to master a select few of them)
  -Distractions (he is easily distracted, and his mind will often jump from topic to topic)
  -A good book (he'll often become completely immersed in his reading, and may forget the outside world)
  -The finer things in life (good food, good wine, snazzy clothes--his tastes can be rather expensive at times, so he has to remind himself not to indulge too much)

Positive traits: (3 minimum)
  -Adaptable (wherever he goes, he finds that he can fit in just fine--he has a very large comfort zone)
  -Creative (he's good at thinking his way around problems)
  -Adventurous (he loves trying new things and meeting new people)
  -Quick learner (he can pick up most skills and concepts fairly quickly due to his good memory and desire to learn)
  -Great listener (he's genuinely interested in what people have to say)

Negative traits: (3 minimum)
  -Overly-analytical (at times he finds himself thinking too hard about things of little significance)
  -Perfectionistic (in such a way that he is often too hard on himself)
  -Cynical (he does not have high hopes for the world politically, and does not usually trust people to make good decisions)
  -Private (he is slow to trust people with his inner thoughts and emotions, and would rather listen to others than talk about himself)


[Please write at least 2 detailed paragraphs of your character's general history. This can entail anything from their upbringing, school years and their present. The paragraphs don’t have to be long, but they do need to include details, so that people can get to know your character more.]

Grayson grew up in London with his father, a wizard, and his mother, a muggle. His father had been of high standing, until he had married a muggle woman and apparently disgraced his family. However, despite his loss of respect among certain circles, he remained relatively wealthy, and Grayson grew up used to the idea of being able to afford things. There were no secrets in his household, and he'd known about wizardry from an early age. When he was eleven, he went to Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin.

He got excellent grades in school, and was near the top of his class when he graduated. He'd gone to school immediately following the Second Wizarding War, so Hogwarts was in the process of rebuilding at the time. There was a new emphasis on house unity and dismantling blood purism, but it was far from a perfect system. Some of his non-Slytherin classmates bullied him for being in Slytherin, while some of his Slytherin classmates bullied him for having a muggle mother. All in all, it left him feeling like he fit in everywhere and nowhere. When he graduated, he decided to leave the country entirely.

He spent the next fifteen years traveling the world. He spent a considerable amount of time in Africa, studying wandless magic at Uagadou, and then went to India, Nepal, and China for a time, before returning to the United Kingdom by way of Italy, Spain, and France. Soon after his return, his father grew very ill, and died a few months later. This prompted Grayson to stay close by, in order to take care of his mother and keep her company. He settled down in a small, neat cottage in Ireland, which he filled with artifacts and souvenirs from his travels. After a little while, he decided to return to Hogwarts, and applied for the librarian position--he was rather attracted to the idea of sitting in a large, quiet room, surrounded by books.


Mother:
   Name: Annette Keller Hughes
   Age: 58
   Living or Deceased: Living
   Blood type or Species: Muggle
   Occupation: Nurse

Father:
   Name: Brennan Lionel Hughes
   Age: 57 (at death), 59 (if living)
   Living or Deceased: Deceased
   Blood type or Species: Pureblood
   Occupation: Ministry of Magic: Department of International Magical Cooperation


[Please write at least one paragraph on your character's family history. This can include details about how their parents met, their views on the world, their money status, and any other things you find necessary. In situations where characters are orphans, you can write how this came about, be it death of parents or whatever other reasons. Keep in mind that this is to shape your character more, since family has a huge impact on who one is.]

Brennan Hughes was the third son of a wealthy pureblood family. He never particularly cared for such things, but he grew up in high-society and was expected to act in a certain way (i.e. marry a respectable young witch). Instead, he found himself increasingly fascinated with the muggle world. Due to his status, he was secured a position at the Ministry almost immediately after graduating Hogwarts, and he worked in the DIMC, trying to get the whole magical world to work together and agree on something. He found this job rather dull, and so he took up a hobby on the side: studying muggle artifacts.

He eventually found himself in a bit of a scrape after trying to teach himself to drive a muggle car. He ended up in a muggle hospital, where he laid eyes on the soon-to-be love of his life: a gorgeous muggle nurse named Annette Keller. Despite his family's threats to disown him, he continued a relationship with her for several years, and they eventually got married. His family had minimal contact with him after that, but he retained his vault at Gringotts, and kept the wealth he'd gotten from his parents. Brennan made sure to be honest with Annette about his wizardry, and it never posed a problem to their relationship.


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PostSubject: Flashbacks   Tue Jul 25, 2017 7:02 am

(Trigger warning, maybe? Bullying and general nastiness ahead.)

30 March, 2000 (1st year)

Eleven-year-old Grayson Hughes sat cross-legged, alone under a beech tree on the Hogwarts grounds. He was hunched over a book he’d taken from the library--Curses and Counter-Curses by Vindictus Viridian--lost to the world around him. His small, dark nose twitched as he turned a page, his young face a picture of serene interest. He absentmindedly toyed with his green and silver tie as his bright eyes skimmed the page, wondering if the full body-bind was too advanced for him, and if there was a way to safely practise it without getting in trouble.

He loved reading. All books were an escape from the world around him and its troubles. When he was reading, he could forget where he was for a moment--it would give him something else to think about.

Normally he would go somewhere more secluded. But today was such a gorgeous day, and he’d been aching to go outside all morning. After some deliberation, he’d convinced himself that it was worth the risk, and besides, it was possible nothing bad would happen after all.

Possible, but unlikely. A pebble struck the page he was reading, bouncing off into the grass. A second later, another one smacked his cheek, leaving a stinging red welt. His hand flew up to rub the pain away, and he gazed up at his assailant, annoyed, but resigned to his fate.

Two fourth-year Gryffindors lounged about fifteen feet away. One sat back, leaning on his hands with his legs sprawled out before him, while the other leaned against another tree, casually tossing a small rock from hand to hand. Both wore wicked grins on their faces as Grayson spotted them.

“Hiya, Hughes!” the standing one said jovially. “Fancy seeing you out here. Thought you’d be hiding from the sun in the dungeons with all the other snakes.”

Grayson said nothing, futilely hoping that maybe if he didn’t respond, they’d get bored and leave him alone. Not that that had ever worked in the past. In fact, he suspected that was why they went after him in the first place--he wasn’t the only Slytherin, and certainly not the most deserving of punishment, but he was an easy target because he didn’t fight back. He’d always been a quiet, polite boy, and violence went against his nature. Even after six months of near-constant harassment, fighting back never manifested as anything but wishful daydreaming--even if he tried, he’d be sorely outmatched, as most of his bullies were older, stronger, and worked in groups of two or more. So Grayson pointedly ignored the two, and stared intensely at his book, pretending to read.

He heard their muffled footsteps as they approached through the grass. “Watchya reading, Hughesy?” the other one spoke. His book was snatched from his hands, leaving a papercut on the pad of his thumb. He hissed and brought it to his mouth, soothing the sharp sting with his tongue. He glared, but they ignored him, looking at the book’s cover.

“Curses?” the first one said, his tone hardening as he lifted an eyebrow. “You really are a snake, aren’t you? Who’re you trying to curse, Hughesy?”

Grayson swallowed, but stayed silent, his eyes shifting back and forth from one to the other. Aidan and Clive, his mind supplied. He remembered running into them before. They weren’t his most frequent attackers; he suspected they did it more out of boredom than anything else. Still, he tried to remember all of them, just in case he had the chance to get his revenge one day.

Clive narrowed his eyes at him, taking a threatening step closer. “You weren’t thinking of cursing us, were you?”

Grayson shook his head slowly, knowing they wouldn’t believe him. Knowing that it didn’t matter, because they’d latch onto any reason to attack him, whether they believed it was true or not.

“Well, go on then, Hughesy,” Aidan smirked. “Show us what you’ve got.”

Grayson didn’t move.

“Then maybe we’ll show you what happens to snakes who dabble in dark magic,” Clive added.

Grayson finally spoke. “It’s not dark magic. They’re basic defensive spells. You’d use them for dueling.”

“Is that right? You wanna duel, Hughesy? Let’s duel. Come on then, get up,” Aidan taunted, drawing his wand. Grayson remained motionless, hyper-aware of his heart beating in his chest, and his maple wand pressing against his arm where it lay inside his sleeve.

“I think I’ll pass,” he said softly, his voice cracking slightly.

“A coward, huh? No wonder you were put in Slytherin,” Clive scoffed. Grayson clenched his fists, but said nothing. Clive started flipping through Grayson’s book.

“Well, since you were planning to use these curses on us, I think it’s only fair that we return the favor.”

“I wasn’t going to use them on anyone, I just wanted to learn about them.”

“Well then,” Aidan chipped in, “what better way to learn then to see them in person? Better watch closely, Hughesy. We’ll go through the whole book with you.”

Grayson’s eyes widened as Clive turned to the first page and drew his wand from his pocket. He scrambled to his feet, knowing now was the time to run.

He’d taken three steps when Clive’s voice sounded behind him. “Locomotor wibbly!”

His legs collapsed beneath him and he fell to his knees. Aidan and Clive laughed. Grayson’s nostrils flared, and he felt frustrated tears begin to prick his eyes. He blinked them away angrily, and lurched to his feet again.

Colloshoo!”

He found his shoes stuck to the ground under him, fastening him in place. He kicked them off, figuring he’d much rather lose his shoes than stay and wait for them to curse him again.

As it turned out, he didn’t have much choice.

Locomotor mortis,” said Aidan, and Grayson’s legs locked together. He only just barely kept himself from falling over, wind-milling his arms to keep his balance. Aidan and Clive prowled casually around him, coming to his front to face him. Of course, because they’re Gryffindors. They’d never be so cowardly as to attack an enemy from behind, he thought sarcastically. Unable to run, he reached for his wand--whether to perform the counter-curse, or to fight back, he hadn’t decided. As soon as it was in his hand, Clive pointed his own wand.

Mimble wimble,” Clive smirked as Grayson opened his mouth. A strangled noise was all he could manage as his tongue was tied, rendering his wand useless--he wouldn’t learn nonverbal magic for another five years. Still, he tried his hardest, screwing his eyes shut and concentrating on the counter-curse as he pointed his wand as his own legs. Nothing happened.

“Oi, Hughesy, you’re not watching! We’re halfway there, pay attention.”

Letting out a frustrated grunt, Grayson brandished his wand in Aidan’s direction, hoping maybe a burst of strong emotion would allow him to perform accidental magic. Aidan laughed and said, “Petrificus totalus.”

His arms snapped to his sides, and he swayed, straining to keep himself on his feet, but unable to do anything as he tipped backwards. His head hit the ground hard, since he couldn’t break his fall, and he was thankful that he’d landed on grass.

Titillando!” Clive’s voice resounded in his ears. Tears streamed down Grayson’s face as an uncontrollable laugh died on his petrified lips. There were two more curses left in the book--he’d read the table of contents. The rest were counter-curses, and he was fairly certain they wouldn’t be casting any of those on him.

Aidan and Clive seemed to be having a whispered discussion. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Clive snickered, and they came to an agreement of some sort.

“You’re lucky, Hughesy. Your hair’s so short, no one will notice this one--calvorio!”

Grayson felt a tingling sensation run over his head as his hair fell out. They were right--he always kept it closely shaved. That was probably the least humiliating spell in the book for him.

“And of course, we saved the best for last,” said Clive. “Furnunculus!”

A sharp pain flared through him, as boils cropped up all over his upper thighs. A very specific and localized area...he realized then why Clive had snickered. If painful boils had appeared all over his body, a teacher might have noticed, and they could have gotten in trouble. This way, they’d chosen a place that no one would see, that he’d be embarrassed to show anyone, and that would also be extremely painful for him. He’d be in the depths of despair, had he not felt so relieved that it was over.

Clive snapped the book shut, and he and Aidan entered Grayson’s field of vision as they leered down at his prone form.

“I hope you were paying attention, Hughesy. Otherwise we’ll have to show you all over again,” Aidan grinned cheerily. Clive dropped the book onto Grayson’s stomach, and the younger boy let out a muffled grunt. “Don’t worry, it’ll all wear off in twenty minutes or so. Except the boils of course, and the hair. Those’ll take at least a week.”

“If you have any other curses you want to learn, just ask, we’ll be happy to teach you.”

“If not, I’d suggest from now on you stay in the dungeons where you belong.”

And with that, they walked away, as if nothing notable had transpired. Grayson supposed it hadn’t. After all, for something to be notable, it had to be out of the ordinary.

Twenty minutes later, Grayson crawled to his feet, picked up his book, and walked back to the castle, wincing with every step. After a brief recalculation, he decided the sunny day wasn’t worth it after all. He’d remember that next time.
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