Blood Status
Pureblood
Age
11, Turning 12 October 20th
Gender
Male
Less-than-Respectable Lineage
The youngest of an ancient Pureblood family in Wales, Iorweth is the first in his family's current generation to attend Hogwarts. The Caradogs, one of Wales' oldest Pureblood families, are considered strange by most well-to-do wizarding families, with their Pureblood status tarnished by rumors that interbreeding with Goblins, Elves, and Trolls was a common Caradog practice before written records -- This is also the assumed explanation for the occasional short stature of Caradog men like Iowerth's father Elgar, as well as an explanation for their seemingly genetic strange behaviour.
Growing up on the Caradog Farm, Iorweth is a boy of simple tastes. He enjoys hiking through the wilderness, sleeping in trees, and shearing sheep. He has an older brother and two older sisters, and is the only male in his family to fluently speak English -- His home village of Cerrigydrudion is one of the smallest in Wales, hidden away from the English language and muggles alike. He has a strong distrust of technology, and is usually the first to make word of it being "unnatural".
Iorweth is strange, even by Hogwarts standards. He prefers his own company, or the company of plants and animals. When he ventures off into the forest, he's never seen practicing any spells or painting any landscapes, or even reading a book. He just
sits. Aside from his penchant for lone hikes through the wilderness, Iorweth's odd mannerisms coupled with his near-unintelligible accent win him few friends. He has an oddly specific unhealthy diet, never stops smiling, and has a distinct damp smell. Iorweth is
weird, to say the least.
Although he's hardly the type to greet others with a hug, Iorweth has a deep-seated love for all creatures. He holds a firm belief that naturally, everyone is born good, and remains good deep down. He is almost unrealistically slow to anger, and only ever intervenes in situations without using violence. He considers himself a vegetarian, citing the cruel conditions animals are kept in factory farms, though he'll eat meat that's been hunted or farmed locally.
Disturbingly Imperturbable
Iorweth is very slow to anger, is
always smiling, and has a calm outlook for every situation. That being said, his positive demeanor sometimes borders on
classical stoicism. Even in the most heated argument, it is an extraordinarily rare sight to see Iorweth drop his smile, so much as raise his voice. His sense of peace with is sometimes downright annoying, or even creepy.
Iorweth was raised as the son of a shepherd, and has the skills of one. Namely, he
guides. He is too much of a loner to seek out problems to fix, but always seems to have good advice when sought after. He is strangely skilled with tasseography, and is the go-to source of information on Magical Flaura & Fauna, as well as Eastern Magic.
Iorweth, while not exceptionally tall, short, fat or thin, Iorweth's appearance tends to stand out in crowds. He has a strangely
alien look, as if he's both listening and drifting away, which isn't helped by the fact that he only ever smiles. He has brown hair which is never combed or brushed, but remains presentable regardless. His eyes are a deep reddish hazelnut, and his complexion is slightly sallow and pale.
He's known for having a feint damp smell with him, wherever he goes, and tends to carry himself with a relaxed fluidity when he walks, as well as a perpetual slouch. He favors simple clothes, and usually wears solid color sweaters, t-shirts, and jeans when out of uniform. He wears a thick plaid jacket in the colder months, although it's very apparent that the jacket is a size too large for him to fit, and wears the same pair of black boots twelve months a year, in and out of uniform.
Bloodwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 11 ¾ inches, Unyielding
The Kelpie. Although he has never seen one kill, he distinctly remembers almost riding one as a boy, seeing it as a beautiful white horse. When he came closer, whether it be from supposed Goblin-Blood or a lapse of concentration on the kelpie's part, he saw it in it's true form -- A hideous waterlogged corpse of a black horse, covered in layers of seaweed, with bulging, leaky eyes and pale blue gums holding rows of sharp teeth. He ran home screaming, and has only told the story to his family members.
Iorweth has a 14 year old cat, named
Taffy, who is known for frequently sneezing out thick globs of mucus, and coughing up hairballs at inopportune times. He has
technically died twice, but was quickly revived both times with a Shock Spell administered by Iorweth's father.
