Physical Description: A Caucasian boy with a mass of dark brown hair rested on his scalp and average brown eyes that filled with wonder at the simplest of sights. His pale skin makes it seem as though he hadn't seen much sun. which truth be told he hadn't. He was a lean boy only weighing about 70 pounds and reaching about 57.5 inches in height.

Mental Description: John is more of a book worm than an adventurer. He would rather relax with a good novel and learn about the world from the safety of his own home. That doesn't make him any less curious though as he would absorb any kind of information available to him. Kind of a recluse John likes to keep to himself most of the time, this causing him to be awkward around other people.

Biography: John was a normal kid there wasn't much that was different about John's life form really any other kid his age. His parents were Stuart Edwards and Milly Penton. John looked an awful lot like his father (Stuart), but suspiciously not anything like his mother (Milly) (Building a long lost twin story). John was born in America but he moved to Liverpool, England when he was 8 years old to an average household with his parents. The only thing of difference was John's addiction to novels, he wasn't really one to converse with other people and preferred staying in the comforts of his room. He was intelligent for his age having enjoyed studying over joining the other kids for 'recess' out in the playground. His parents often worried that he was too anti social and that he should get out more, but to be honest John found nothing wrong with his life.

First Instance of Magic: What John would describe as the best/worst night of his life stated a summer day when he was 9 years old. He was holed up in his room as always reading a novel he had recently got from the library. It was about a pirate crew venturing into a harrowing storm to make it to the island they hoped would be bountiful in treasure. His parents had been down the stairs enjoying an action movie about a guy avenging his dog or something. He was starting to get into the rhythm of the book the methodical grunts of crewmen hauling lines and running up and down the deck doing whatever orders they were given. The captain shouting out said orders to the crew below while keeping the ship on course, he could practically feel the rain soaking his back. Wait, he could feel the rain soaking his back, leaping of his bed he noticed that the floor was soaked with water. He whipped his head around trying to find where it was coming form only to realize, it was coming from the ceiling. Not from one part like a leak but from the entire ceiling like it was a rain cloud. Calling for his parents to help John hopped quickly out the door slamming it shut. Safe to say that his parent weren't thrilled opening the door to find nothing but wet floors.