INPC of FANG HUI-MING

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Update to Bio due to moving to Beaux:
Nationality: Indian
Residence: Paris, France

Physical Description: Dark haired and dark-eyed, the boy has the barest glint with mischief in his eyes. A big smile that disarms, and an overly friendly manner are the most obvious things about him at first glance.

Mental Description: (Edited to be in line with updated move to France) Loud and outgoing, Aryaan is very much the jock-to-be. His in-your-face personality makes him stand out among the much more "refined" crowd his family moves in.

A first-generation half-blood immigrant from India, Shamsi is somewhat caught between worlds. Between the Muggle and Wizarding world, between India and the world, between his father's strict Islamic adherence and his mother's firm agnostic beliefs.
Growing up, this infinite tugging has left him without a sense of roots or heritage. He is not a Muslim or an agnostic. He is not Indian or Japanese. He is not a Muggle, nor a ‘pure’ wizard. He is, instead, a citizen of the world.
This philosophy has made exploration and exposure a critical part of his personality from an early age, and this was encouraged by his family. Go out, they would say and explore. Learn. And draw your conclusions of the world. And so he did.
Shamsi is the "jump first, think later" kind of guy; a man of action. Someone more interested in doing things, in being in the centre of the action. And having faith in his skills, in his luck, and in the universe to see him through any challenges thrown his way, taking both boon and bane in stride.
“If it is meant to be, it’s meant to be, and no amount of worrying will fix it. Might as well take it for what it is and move on.”

Biography: Shamsi has spent a lot of his life on the move. Kolkata, Chittagong, Hong Kong, Tokyo, and nor here in France.

He’d been here in Japan since he was wight -- his longest stay in any one location; practically forever! He knows that this has something to do with his mother’s occupation (none of the other kids he’s met seems to move this much) he’s never really thought much on the specifics. Adults are boring, foreign creatures after all. Quiet respect and a wide berth are always best around, lest they stick you with chores or lectures!
His education has been an erratic mix of Muggle school, and preparatory homeschooling, depending upon what was the most convenient and feasible at each place and each stage of his life, according to his parents. That was not to say that his education was lacking – he could already do the nine times table as was required by his teachers – but academics seemed like a chore, something that he had to do before he could go out and play or explore or have his little adventures.
Shamsi has made several friends in various parts of the world due to his penchant for trouble and innate curiosity. But they were just that – friends, people to have good times with when the alternative was the boring monotony of chores and life and television. Perhaps it is a testament to his personality that he has not kept in touch with the friends he’s made in prior places?

First Instance of Magic: Sometime around the age of eight, he had been in the playground amusing himself with the latest toy that his mother had got him – a particularly bright yellow ball. Normally, he could amuse himself with a ball for hours on end.
On this particular day, his eyes caught upon another boy playing catch with his father. It made him draw his eyes to his own father – sitting on one of the benches, hiding behind a newspaper.
“Baba! (Dad!)” He called out to his father. “Baba, dekho! (Dad look!)”
The paper hardly moved. “Hae beta, bohut acche. (Yes, very good, child)”
It made him feel….something. Something hot and deeply unpleasant welling up inside of him. And then, something inexplicable happened. His ball, which had been sitting innocently on the ground, went shooting off on its own accord, its target being his uncaring old man.
The ball struck his precious newspaper, none too hard. But it was enough to finally get his fathers attention.

"I told you to look, Baba (Father)"