Everett Orion Vanderbilt (or Ev, for short, unless you are one of those cruel children who prefer to taunt him with Eve) is the oldest of four children with two younger sisters and one younger brother, in that order. His father works in the Ministry for appearances but has enough old money to not need to work, and his mother is a socialite that likes to travel. Both of his parents spend more time away from home than with their family, leaving the children to be raised by nannies and house elves. As such, Ev found himself falling into a sort of caretaker role, doing his best to look out for his younger siblings, helping them out playing with them.

Being the oldest of an old-school pureblood family, Ev had certain expectations placed upon his small shoulders. Even at his young age, Ev was raised to be cunning and manipulative, the proper heir to inherit the family's legacy and wealth. He was raised to believe he was better than others, both because of the family money and because of his blood status.

The only problem is that he just isn't those things. He's kind and caring, and he's more likely to try to befriend everyone (including those that his family might think beneath them) than to try to intimidate others into getting what he wants. Nevertheless, he tries - so hard - to be the son his parents want. Even though he is probably not going to be at the top of his class (he's not as smart or naturally talented as some of the others), he works incredibly hard to do well in everything he tries. He tries everything, too, hoping that maybe he can find something he is good at so that he can maybe make his parents proud.

Ev is, in general, a good kid. He is the type that could easily be convinced by others to do something that could land him into trouble, but he would never suggest something like that. He wants to have fun, and he generally prefers to be outdoors than inside, no matter what the weather is doing.


Ev was relatively young when he had his first signs of magic. At only four years old, he was still an only child clamoring for his parents' attention. They were leaving - again, to some sort of gala this time - and Everett wasn't having any of it. He threw a tantrum complete with yelling and screaming as one of the nannies tried to hold him back. Just as his parents were about to step into the fireplace to Floo to their destination, a vase on the mantle exploded. Neither of his parents said anything before dropping the powder and leaving, though his nanny brought him his favorite dessert as congratulations.


Everett is built like most eleven-year-old boys. That is to say, he is of average height (possibly slightly shorter than average) with some baby fat covering his otherwise lean frame, particularly in the cheeks. His hair ranges from dirty blonde to light brown, though he is still in the stage where it lightens up noticeably with time spent outside in the sun. The hair is wavy and generally always in need of a cut, according to his parents, but he puts off cutting it as long as possible. His dark blue, almost gray, eyes are usually kind, and he frequently can be found with a smile that cuts deep dimples into his cheeks.