Personality:
Scott is a fun loving child, whose intentions in most situations are innocent and lack motive. In the UK, sports is everything, and Scott loves it. He loves the spirit that the crowd carries, and the excitement and will of the teams. Scott is a lot like them, he carries more willpower than most, and will always be the one to uplift everyone's spirits. Even if he himself has lost hope, he won't ever show anyone his true self. He's respectable, always making sure to take care of elders and young alike, observing and helping those less fortunate than him. A complete disregard for the rules, if he believes they are not in favor of humanity, but for the most part respectable. In addition, he carries somewhat negative traits, jealousy of the life he hasn't had, pathological liar in terms of his personal history and an unfathomable amount of love for his friends. He would challenge anyone who would dare get in the way of family, friends or those he feels loyal to.  
Appearance:
Scott is a young kid, of medium-height, and a bit thin. He carries little baby fat left from his previous youth except around the cheeks. His shoulder-length hair and narrow-oval eyes are both dark brown, and he carries a birthmark just above the stern chin. His skin is a light tan color, and soft as the day he was born. He has a perfect smile due to his finely shaped teeth, even if his mouth is a bit left of the jawline's symmetry. He dresses usually in a white dress shirt, with a white under t-shirt, and black dress pants. The minute he bought robes for Hogwarts, he put it on, and enjoys wearing them casually.
History:
Scott's birth was unconventional at best, not the norm, because he remembers it. He remembers his head feeling immense pressure, and suddenly the brightest lights he had ever known. He closed his eyes, and heard the sound of everyone in the room scurrying about, and a beautiful woman's voice overshadowing everyone else. "His name is Scott.." Fast forward a few years and it is a wonder why he sits by the window each day pondering that voice. As he turns his head and looks at the other orphans running in the house, and Sister Maria beating a pan and telling the others it is time for dinner. A deep sigh helped pick Scott up from the window sill and upon getting up was pushed down. In this orphanage, Maria's Preparatory Orphanage, Scott with his small frame was pushed around like the runt of the litter. His only consort, another small framed boy who played a game of kick each day with Manchester United t-shirts on. Together they would grow as large fans, often sneaking out to see the team, and practicing to become a member of the team one day. That dream which is known to the many children of Manchester was not in the hand the deck had dealt Scott Garrick. One day on the field in grade school, the same kids from the orphanage took the ball from Scott and his friend, and upon trying to get it back were thrust into their first fist fight, and with their tiny frames were beaten. The bully a kid named Rodrick, threw the ball into Scott's friend's face and walked off with the other Maria's Prep Goons. Filled with rage, and discontent, Scott stood up, his shirt filled with grass stains and mud, and tears draining from his eyes. He looked over to his small friend Olly whom lay there short breathing, resting from the fight.

Scott with a chunk of courage kicked the ball in the direction of Rodrick, and something amazing happened. The ball hit Rodrick in the face, but that's not all it did, it bounced on each of the bully's faces repeatedly on all five kids, spiraling through the air hitting them with awkward air patterns, knocking them to the floor. One kid tried running away, calling Scott a freak. Scott had no knowledge of this though, was it really him? He didn't know, but as he picked up his friend Olly, Sister Maria arrived, blaming Scott for beating up all 5 children, and scaring away the 6th. She punished Scott, slapping his wrists with rulers, claiming him to confess. Scott honestly said he had no idea. A few days passed, he was still alone, peering through the window at his battered friend Olly, when a noise came behind him, shoved under the door a letter arrived. He grabbed it from the floor, and it said.

Mr. Scott Garrick
The Trouble Room
300 Kelly Street, Manchester
03102

After which Scott was ventured off on his own, not having much he scavenged what he could. Until a polite witch brought him to Diagon Alley, and treated him with enough money to buy his first items. It was enough to get him to start. Upon arriving at Hogwarts, he was amazed the Castle was beautiful and very medieval, tall concrete walls, and carpets of royalty. 

He followed those, unknowingly reaching a sorting hat. A few questions and answers were mumbled by the sorting hat. As the hat talked to itself Scott looked at the other students. He breathed deep and his chest and chin were up, his eyes slightly squinted. Until the hat said "GRYFFINDOR!" a cheer was heard around the room, and Scott sat at the Lion's table.