Name: Hugo Schumacher. Goes by Hugo or Hugh.

Age: 17

Appearance:
Hugo is unusually tall for his age, standing at roughly 6'4". He is by no means skinny, though, and instead appears very athletic, like a swimmer. Though mostly of German descent, he has a slightly darker skin tone and short, neatly combed black hair, with a greying goatee. High and sharp cheekbones suggest some degree of Greek ancestry as well.

He wears lightly colored suits - often beige, pink, white, or light grey, and carries a red handkerchief in his left side breast pocket. Dark tortoiseshell rimmed, square glasses sit upon his face. On hot days, the suit jacket comes off and is replaced with a comfortable vest of some sort.

Personality: Hugo is... A beat poet?

He is somewhat on the enigmatic side. He has difficulty not speaking as a poet, as music has been woven into the tapestry of his soul from day one. Despite speaking in rhythm, though, he is an honest man, and very helpful and friendly to his friends, though his help always carries a price of some sort - be it an owed favor, hard cash, a meal, or advice on how to improve his wordcrafting.

He is especially fond of 1950s instrumental music and all forms of rap.

When he's not busy with his writing and homework, he can be found standing outside in a common area, puffing away at an old, black pipe. Attempts at treating his addiction have been met with Words of Force.

He speaks with an odd accent -- German in nature, but adulterated with years of having lived in London with his family.

Species: Human. Completely human.

Powers: Music and poetry, woven into the world as though they are laws of nature in and of themselves. Hugo currently knows how to create barriers with words of power, and how to manipulate distance and lighting.

Weaknesses: Any weakness normally present in a human. Time, as well, as the spoken word carries his power and will not manifest in the world until released.

Other: How much pipe tobacco does this guy even go through, anyway?!

His family is respectable enough, though not particularly wealthy. His mother left his family when he was rather young, and his father retained custody. At four years old, his father remarried. At twelve, his family moved from Brussels to London in search of work, and only in the past year has his wordcrafting improved to the point at which he needed to be transferred to Balbasorus Academy. No sad stories here.