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Hogwarts: Before the War

Iorweth

Name
Iorweth Caradog
_{Yar-weth cah-rah-dog}

Age
15

Birthday
January 19th

Sex
Male

Ethnicity
Welsh

Nationality
British

Blood Status
Half-Blood
_{The youngest of an ancient family in Wales, Iorweth is the first in his family's current generation to attend Hogwarts. The Caradogs, one of Wales' oldest Halfblood families, are considered strange by most well-to-do wizarding families, with a relatively pureblooded lineage being 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 frequently occasional short stature of Caradog men like Iowerth's father Elgar, as well as an explanation for their strange behavior.}

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School Year
Fifth Year

Hogwarts House
Hufflepuff
_{The sorting hat announced Iorweth's house before the headmaster could let go of its brim. Iorweth isn't even sure if he felt the hat touch his hair.}

Pet
Cat
_{Iorweth has a widely-hated cat named Taffy, who is a fifteen-year old Maine coon. It is known for loudly meowing until he can find Iorweth, and sneezing thick globs of mucus on the floors of the Hufflepuff common room. He is at the very least, a good mouser, if the number of voles, mice, and shrews he lines by Iorweth's bed is any indication. Considering that their dormitory is immediately next to the kitchen, many Hufflepuffs are quietly grateful for this task.}

Boggart
Kelpie
_{Iorweth was nearly taken by a kelpie as a young boy while on a hunting trip with his father, who had lured him onto its back by disguising itself as a beautiful white horse. When he climbed atop it, its appearance changed to its true form -- a waterlogged black horse, with long, sharp, teeth and bulging, dead grey eyes. Through the use of the Ridikulus charm, it is given four well-oiled rollerskates.}

Wand
Bloodwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 11 ¾ inches, Unyielding
_{"Bloodwood favors those who are kind-hearted, passive, reclusive, and free-spirited. This exotic wand type has the characteristic of working easily with all types of Elemental Magic (next to Birch and Ebony wands), but particularly in Water spells. Bloodwood wands help to uncover buried and/or long lost secrets, and are also one of the most powerful wand types for use in Divination and Healing Magic. However, Bloodwood wand tend to favor those who are reclusive and prefer to keep out of the limelight, thus it also makes for a good wand when used in the Logical Arts of Magic. This wand type is seen among all the Houses of Hogwarts and has no particular affinity to a certain House. However, it is suspected that Bloodwood wands have a leaning affinity to both House Ravenclaw and House Slytherin. Bloodwood has a brilliant red color that darkens with age."}

Favourite Lesson
Herbology
_{Iorweth, having farmed many of the magical vegetables and beaten back many of the magical weeds that are studied in the class, has an advantage almost like taking a language course in a tongue he speaks at home. Due to his effortless high marks in the class, the workaround Professor Beery has reached in order to fairly grade his pupils is to simply not assign Iorweth partners for projects.}

Least Favourite Lesson
Potions
_{Iorweth is simply bad at potions-making, and that would be a generous statement to make. He lacks the grace, patience, and attentiveness necessary for the delicate measurements, stirring, and pouring needed in the class. Watching him mix potions is like watching a child attempt to bake a cake, and he is frequently made to sit in the back of class or is outright dismissed for the day by Professor Slughorn in an effort to not waste ingredients.}

Extracurricular Activities
Frog Choir
_{To Iorweth's surprise, when he attended the first meeting of Frog Choir, the extracurricular had nothing to do with making choirs of frogs sing through magic. To his equal surprise, he was told he was a baritone-bass, which was precisely the range they lacked. The Frog Choir is one of the few things Iorweth takes very seriously.}

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Appearance
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.

Personality
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 diet he does not break, never stops smiling, and has a distinct damp smell. Iorweth is weird, to say the least. In spite of this, Iorweth is unshakably nice. 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 is a vegetarian, and claims to have nursed a Hippogriff back to health, though this claim is disputed.

Backstory
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. His life before, and during, his tenure at Hogwarts has been remarkably tame. No tragic deaths have befallen his family, no rugged battle scars decorate his thin frame. He has a quiet politeness about him bordering on classical stoicism, and his stories about his home life are all so boring that people interrupt him, which he takes on the chin. Iorweth isn't really the type to speak up about matters like that. He'd just smile.

Extra

Hider

There were lots of things about his farm Iorweth missed at Hogwarts. His missed his mother's porridge, a lumpy mass of oats he'd have to chew with his back teeth, and he missed his father's car and the warm rides it had. Right now, he missed his garden. It had all sorts of herbs and spices, and those were precisely what he needed. Taffy had been sick for a fortnight and didn't look like he was getting better any time soon. What he needed were some Snargaluff pods, and as a wee first year, there wasn't any chance he'd be allowed close enough to collect them, sick cat or not. There wasn't any place where he knew where to get them, but there was... A door? It certainly was,
but, Iorweth had been pacing to himself in the hall for quite a while. There wasn't a door there his first lap, or his second, or his hundred-and-tenth. And yet, there it was before him, as plan as the nose on his face.

Iorweth was the son of a shepherd. He wasn't one to blindly trust magical doors, but this door was too good to be true. It was in Hogwarts, and nothing bad ever really happened there, after all. He looked both ways, as if he were about to steal the hat off of Professor Beery's head, and entered the room. It was warmer than he expected. Brighter, too. It was filled with potted rows of every kind of plant he could think of. The windows, while too frosted to allow him to look out, let in a tremendous amount of light. Iorweth idly wondered to himself what time of day it had to have been for the room to have that much light, closing the door behind him. Almost immediately, he found what he needed -- Not just a Snargaluff, but three, all de-podded, with their harvested contents in five neat jars. They seemed oddly friendly, allowing him to get close enough to the shelf nearest them to grab a jar without so much as a hiss.

"Thank ye, mageck rum." Iorweth said with a nod, closing the door behind him. In his experience, thieving from them or not, it was good to thank the magic doors that opened up for him, like the mouths of a gift horse. Taffy's cold would be cured in no time.

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>Move to E4

Probity

Let me know if the formatting is alright, iirc it was a little off before. Also, can I get a picture for Pete's poor wife?

Probity

Mr. Pete Fairfield, 39

Urbane Coiffeur

_{Pete is the only barber in town, and a damn good one at that, known to the menfolk of Probity as a nonthreatening, well-manicured wisp of a man. When he comes to the saloon he sits at a candlelit booth instead of the bar, and instead of whiskey, Pete takes gin. He is best described as soft-spoken and sensitive, taking interest in things like poetry, music, theater, and other artistic pursuits. He smokes light cigarettes, and due to a longstanding fear of germs, wears a tight pair of leather gloves almost constantly. His barbershop, Pete's Place, has mirrors lined with blonde centerfolds and end tables stacked with old issues of playboy, with a radio set to the town's smooth jazz station. He performs house calls for ornery children and housewives who don't want to be seen getting their hair cut in a garish men's barbershop decorated with prints of straw-haired bimbos, and can cut women's hair just as well as men's. Despite being the owner of a traditionally masculine space covered with winking women in nightgowns, Pete's fashionable manner of dress, profession, soft features, and being rarely seen with his wife leave most assuming the obvious about him. He was nicknamed "Peter-Puffer-Pete" in high school, a name that has followed him well into adulthood.}

Sneaking Lecher

_{While half of the men in town assume Pete to be a Godless queer, nothing could be further from the truth. Pete has a healthy fear of his own fiery damnation, and is what Mexicans would refer to as a "Sancho" -- A man who waits for another man to go to work before sneaking into his house, making love to his wife, watching his TV, and drinking his beer. Though he garners very little respect from the men of Probity as a hairdresser, it is a well-kept secret among many bored housewives, save for Pete's own wife, that Pete has everything that could be desired from a backdoor man; He is handsome, discrete, efficient, and equipped. Furthermore, the few times he has been caught, he has already prepared the alibi of dropping by for a scheduled haircutting appointment. Pete views the rest of the town with disdain, looking down on the men for their ignorance and outright loathing the women for using him to break their sacred vow.}

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Jenna Fairfield - Wife

_{The marriage between Pete and Jenna is about as cold and WASP-y as they get -- Pete proposed in his early twenties to break things off with a clingy ex-girlfriend and finally put an end to rumors about his sexuality, and Jenna accepted because he's reasonably cute. The ex took a hike when she learned of Pete's engagement, but the jokes seemed to stay. Aside from their few, genuinely tender moments of quietly hating their neighbors and having conversations about their days over Jenna's weekly bedroom haircuts, the two are relatively cold. Jenna despises the stain placed on her reputation and public persona by Pete's adultery, and Pete resents her cigarettes, child germs, and the burden of caring for her mother. Speaking of her mother, Pete is essentially the barrier between her and the grave. His naturally doting personality -- and deep-seated need to care for invalid women given to him by his mother -- have unwittingly foiled several of his wife's attempts on her life.}

Veronica "Ronnie" Fairfield - Deceased Mother

_{Veronica Mancuso was born in New York City, where she would foster girlhood dreams of acting with indulgence in the city's bohemian poetry and theater scenes. She would go on to star in a few low budget films and off-Broadway productions, eventually moving to Probity when her career as an actress failed to take off. It was here she would meet Patrick Fairfield, spending a decade with him and her newfound wealth before he was done in by a lifetime of smoking when Petey was just ten. For ten years after, the adolescent Pete would care for his grieving, sick mother before she was taken by lung cancer as well. Aside from giving Pete an odd servant complex, his mother imbued a love of art and fear of germs in him.}

Vera Baker - Mother-In-Law

_{Pete's marriage to Jenna came with one stipulation, and that was her mother moving in. Pete is not especially close to his mother in law, and is still probably closer to her than Jenna.}

Hogwarts: Before the War

It takes skill, practice, and patience for wizards and witches to become Animagi. The process of becoming an Animagus is long and arduous, and has the potential to backfire and cause the transformation to go horribly wrong, such as permanent half-human, half-animal mutations if done incorrectly. Many witches and wizards simply feel that their time might better be employed in other ways, as the skill is of limited practical use unless one has a great need of disguise or concealment. Part of the process by which one becomes an Animagus is holding the leaf of a mandrake in their mouth for an entire month, using the leaf for the creation of a potion, and reciting an incantation (Amato Animo Animato Animagus) on a daily basis. If the leaf is removed or swallowed, the witch or wizard will have to start over again.

At the next visible full moon (if the night happens to be cloudy one will have to start over), the wizard must spit the leaf in a phial within range of the moon's pure rays. To the moon-struck phial, the wizard or witch must add one of their own hairs, a silver teaspoon of dew that has not seen sunlight or been touched by human feet for seven days, and the chrysalis of a Death's-head Hawk Moth. The mixture must be put in a quiet, dark place and not be in any way disturbed. The next thing that must happen is for the wizard to wait for an electrical storm, whenever that might be. During this waiting period the wizard must, at sunrise and sundown without fail, chant the incantation Amato Animo Animato Animagus with the tip of their wand placed over the heart. When, at last, there is a lightening storm, the wizard ought to move immediately to a large and secure place, recite the incantation one final time, and then drink the potion.

Harry Potter Wiki

TL;DR Parents making their kids unregistered animagi is something Wizard CPS will take your kids away for, aside from being ludicrously difficult and almost completely pointless.

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Any ETA on the OOC?

C R A W L

>Smoke pipe