Personality:
Excitable and driven, Thawin (or Win, as he likes to be called) is always open to trying new things. He finds meeting new people one of the most interesting events ever, and could count on one hand how many times he's been angry at someone he wasn’t related to. He is very much a glass-half full type, cherishing the conversations and relationships he builds easily. Win is very imaginative, though not always the most resourceful when it comes to problem solving. He can get frustrated easily, which leads to giving up quicker than others. He's good natured, but constantly disorganized when it matters, leaving him to be restless and bored more often than not. Currently, his optimistic outlook is what's keeping him going through such a new pathway in his life, and he would never admit how much his newfound place in the magical world scares him.

Physical Description:
Thawin likes to think he’s tall, but he’s much like the average height for someone his age, standing at 4 '10". His hair is bone-straight, often cut medium-short so it rests slightly above his eyes, and is of a dark brown natural color. Win has a bit of a racially ambiguous face, though you can tell he’s predominantly Southeast Asian upon looking closer. His mouth is often found in a smile, or at least a small smirk, thanks to his demeanor, and depending on the season, he can have a bit of tan or pale, olive-like complexion.
Before coming to Hogwarts and donning the wizard uniform, Win dressed in jeans or linens like his mother did. T-shirts were the most comfortable to garden in, though he wouldn’t say no to a long-sleeve if it was particularly sunny or brisk out. Win always wore the same three pairs of dirty sneakers, much to his fathers dismay. They were very comfortable, and it was like he was going to take care of any pair of nicer shoes his father bought.
Around the age of 11, Win was given prescription glasses to wear most of the time. Originally, he thought they were ugly, and made him look too much like a nerd, but after a while of finally being able to see the street signs, he begrudgingly accepted them and picked a few clear and black frames that would match with anything.

Biography:
Born in Chonburi, Thailand, Thawin's life always revolved around the tourism industry. His father worked directly in hotel management, while his mother headed a botanical garden and greenery space that attracted huge crowds in the right seasons. Flowers were always a staple in their small house, as his mother had a penchant for taking a few from the overflowing bins of clippings at the end of every weekend gardening session. Win still vividly remembers when he was 2, smelling one of the big pink blooms for the first time and practically falling in love with it. Because of this, it was no question that his favorite place to be was right next to his mother, tending to plants and landscapes of his home country.
He even dreaded going to school most days, preferring to learn all the strategies his mother and the other gardeners used to clip the bushes and shape the trees perfectly. They rarely trusted the young boy with anything other than a knife-looking stick, but he still loved all the times he got to sit, surrounded by flowers, in the Southeast Asian heat.
When he did go to school, Thawin found it a bit difficult to make friends. He wasn’t shy, and he wasn’t overzealous (at least he didn’t think he was), but many of the kids tended to stay away from him because he “spoke funny”.
It took Win until he was 7 years old to realize they meant he had a different-sounding accent. It took him another three months to muster up the courage to ask his dad about it, and when he did, the older man just sighed and shook his head.
The following conversation revealed how his father was raised far off from where they were currently living, and much of his family still resided there. Win had learned a bit of geography in school, but they hadn’t gotten as far as Europe yet, so Rian actually had to pull out a map and point to where he was raised. Two (or was it three?) small islands to the northwest of the European continent seemed so far off to the young boy that he could hardly believe it. Was that the reason he spoke differently? He could barely put two and two together from that explanation, but Rian didn’t seem to offer anything else in the way of help.
Instead, he signed his son up for English classes. Rian was perfectly capable of teaching the young boy himself, but with a recent raise in position, and the possibility of getting transferred overseas, he was much too busy to dedicate time to language study.
Thawin was less than thrilled. He already didn’t like school, spending every other waking hour in the gardens with his mom when he could. Now he was expected to stay an hour late every day just to study a language his father apparently spoke? Win swore he had never even heard his dad speak anything other than Thai, and maybe the occasional Mandarin with a client, but never English.
Still, he attended them as his father wished. Despite Win often following his own directives, he wasn’t a horrible son, and had enough of a conscience to not want his parents to suffer or stress on his behalf. Their careers were already stressful enough, and it wasn’t like his father sent him to go pick berries. At least learning English would be useful in the long run, Win figured.

He didn’t know just how correct he was. Only two years after starting the classes, his father was promoted to a new position for a travel agency headquartered back in Ireland. His mother had also accepted a new position at a historical site in Ireland, working on the topiary there, giving the small family no reason to stay in Thailand. Thawin, though, was scared. He didn’t want to tell his parents just how terrified he was of moving across the world to a country he barely spoke the language of, and that he knew nothing about. So he didn’t, but that didn't make the fear disappear.
The first few weeks were horrible. Win kept finding himself turned around in the foreign city of Belfast, confused on what was going on and where anything was. He rarely left their new home, and thank goodness it was summer vacation. Win knew he would be going to study in an Irish school once summer was over, and that was possibly even more terrifying than the flight over had been.

First Instance of Magic ~ Age: 9
And so he sat at home, staring out the window into their small little garden that did little to remind him of where he actually considered his home. Turning back towards the living room that was devoid of much of what made their family unique, Thawin wondered when they would finally get to decorating it. He wouldn’t mind some indoor flowers, or a nice green rug or running carpet from the door to the window.
He blinked.
And it was there.
Not the large green carpet, no, that would probably have made Win think he was crazy. Instead, the pillow sitting on the other side of the windowsill couch, had become one, pillow-sized bush of jasmine flowers. A little larger than his head, Thawin reached out to touch it curiously. His fingers barely brushed it, when he heard a gasp, and his mothers footsteps approaching angrily.
In all nine years of his short life, his mother had never really raised her voice at him. But this time he was scolded for bringing such a large bush indoors, and no matter how hard he tried to explain how it just appeared, his mother wouldn’t believe him. That's impossible Thawin She exclaimed, picking up the round bush and going to throw it outside. Just as she was about to toss it to the end of their yard, Win blinked and it was back to being the beige throw pillow he didn’t particularly like. A shriek came out of his mothers mouth, probably shocked at the improbability of it all, or the fact that Win didn’t lie about its origins.
Neither of them could explain it, and his father (understandably) thought they were going insane, so it was a unanimous consensus that they would never speak of it again. Maybe if they simply ignored how crazy it seemed, it would fade into nothing in their minds.