Full Name: Callum Darius Elmridge
Nicknames: Cal (Preferred)

Blood: Pure-Blood
Date of Birth: March 23, 2005
Family:

Mother - Jane Arnae Elmridge: Jane is a mother who pushes their children to do well in school, maybe a bit too much. Callum never really liked her, mainly because she isolated him from the outside world and kept him busy with studying. She wasn't the warm comforting mother that most muggles were, she was more of an ignorant mother, paying attention to her own needs above anyone else's, she only cared about her child's appearance, and not their feelings or needs, which is what made Callum dislike her so much. Mother was Slytherin.

Father - Richard Harcord Elmridge III: Richard spent more time with his son than Jane, but his constant need for Cal to be the man of the house, and act like a noble Pure-Blood boy should, caused dislike towards him as well. House was Slytherin.

Younger Sister - Aria Jane Elmridge: Age Five. Probably the only person in his immediate family that Cal likes. She laughs a lot and is as sweet as a Honeydukes lollipop. She has no dislike towards her Parent or their teachings of muggles, but she is not quite old enough to understand the world yet. House TBD.

History: Though Cal longed to travel to the muggle world, all his life was spent in the Wizarding World. All of his countless hours studying about the danger of muggles, the importance of a Pure Bloodline, and how to act as a purebloods should, meant nothing to him. To him all those hours were hours wasted, because he didn't believe what his parents were telling him was right. When he tried to say that he was smacked upside the head with his father and mother yelling, "Your a Slytherin! Your a Pure-Blood! How dare you say such vile things!"

The only good thing that came out of his magical studies was that he was quite smart. He knew the basic first year spells, the basics of potion making, and a little herbology here and there, though when he talked he tried his best not to sound like a know-it-all. Out of his magical teachings, he had to agree with his father on at least one thing, and that was, "Your destined to be on a broomstick!" Cal had spent countless hours along with his studies practicing on his fathers old broom. He especially liked riding brooms, because if he was high enough, he could spot the muggle world.

While smart Cal wasn't the average 'spend my little free time in the library' boy. He was adventurous, and the woods by his house provided adventure. He would practice spells on some of the trees, and just liked feeling the breeze run through his hair.

Even though he was raised like one, a Slytherin Pure-Blood was the last thing wanted to be.

Pet: None. Yet.

*cough* Ravenclaw *cough*