Register
Sign in
Avatar
 
Jacob Hawthorn
Status:
Half-blood
Birthday:
17 Nov 2008
Nationality:
English
Residence:
Oxford, England
Function:
Second year, Ravenclaw
Wand:
35,0 cm alder wood and phoenix feather


Physical appearance: He appears to be easy-going and loving, a wide smile always crossing his somewhat
chubby cheeks. His height is average; he has thick brown straight hair; his blue eyes reveal kindness, but it's easy to miss out on them, since it's not unusual for him to keep his head down.

Personality: He's kind and loving, but sometimes too naive. Ambition seems to be something he would not even consider, but his curiousity towards nature and the world in general seems to be giving him the drive to attend a school such as Hogwarts. He seems to pick up any kind of subject or concept fairly quickly. Despite him being a child, he seems to be extremely empathic, and often handles difficult situations with the emotional maturity of an adult. Sometimes he can be a little bit too insecure, especially if something important is on the line.
He preferred the company of animals and plants to that of humans, but the more he grew up, the more his interest towards people started to rise.
He always loved animals, and animals always like him: back in his farm in Italy he could calm his horses with a touch, and aggressive animals seemed to have a mild temperament in his presence.

Biography: Born in Oxford, his family moved to Italy, where he lived a quiet life in the countryside: his family owns a farm and a vineyard there. English is therefore his second language, which he doesn't really speak that well.
When he was nine years old his family moved back to Oxford, and Jacob, to this day, doesn't know why: they told him they had some business in town, but when he tried to ask for more information they would give unclear answers.
He's an only child, but his land and its graceful inhabitants were to him more than a family. He loved them: one can only imagine how sad he was to leave his home, and how disappointing it was for him to open his window in the morning and find out that the smell of the city and its damp colours were the only things he would be able to see all day.
He didn't utter a single word until the age of four, but at the age of three his parents caught him reading a book in his room: "Adventures of a lizard" by Charles Gomerton. The silent kid that everyone thought of as the disabled one soon proved to be fairly clever, and when it came to playing board games, studying any subject and solving problems in general he was able to find valid solutions quickly.

First sign of magic: After moving back to England he didn't look like he was the same Jacob: his distinctive smile was gone and so did his excitement towards life. He was feeling incredibly homesick. One night (March 20th 2019) he was crying in his room to the point where he couldn't sleep, sitting on his bed, thinking about the life that he had to leave behind. Each tear that managed to flow through the cracks of the tiles on the floor had generated a beautiful flower, with long and slender leaves and six white and pointed petals. After making sure it wasn't a hallucination, he rushed to his parents' room and woke them up fumbling confused sentences: it took all of the rest of the night for his proud father to give him a clear explanation. In the span of a few hours his life had changed: his father was a wizard, and perhaps so was he.