Physical Description: William is a stout boy sitting around 5” and a hearty weight of 85lbs. William was lucky to have acquired various desired genetics from his parents. Such as broad shoulders from his father and thick legs from his mothers side of the family. William comes from a lineage of tall-and-large men as each Beauchamp has been a slight bit taller than the previous tallest Beauchamp which his father is a healthy 6'1", so hopefully his luck has not yet run out.

William has thick eyebrows and deep brown eyes with an outer hint of greyish-green; it really depends on the light. Like his father, William has dark brown hair which is odd as any other hair he may have is going to be pitch black.

William has a bit of a broad step in his walk, as his feet tend to point outwards more than straight or inward. This little nuance in his stride is not super noticeable but to William he might as well walk like a duck.

William is on the the larger side for his age, following the footsteps of the male line on his fathers side. Funny enough, the muggle lineage that branches from his mother side is where he gets his stout legs as he Papap (Maternal Grandfather) likes to joke that "the boy is going to be hard to push over".

Mental Description: William is for the most part a happy boy, a courageous boy, a very humble boy but a boy who struggles with himself like many his age. Obviously there are discomforts in the growing pains like any other young boy is dealing with but at times William can be overwhelmed by them. William has a health dose on persistent anxiety that seams to stem from his mothers side. This anxiety is fairly persistent and at times can cause William to make rash decisions in the hopes to relieving his anxiety and finding peace rather than doing what many of his peers would do.

Outside of the anxiety and normal issues a young boy may have, William deeply struggles with accepting his sizes compared to his peers. As a above-average sized young man, he is extremely self conscious of his height and chest size; though despite this skewed self image he can at times feel as if he is much smaller than he real is and struggles understanding his own strength at times; it has gotten him in trouble.

Williams biggest issue is that he over-analyzes everything. As stated above, he struggles with a bit of an anxiety issue that has plagued him his whole life, or so as much as he can remember. At the end of the day, William just wants to be liked above all and he hopes that he will make life long friendships. His biggest fears are rejection, loneliness and weakness. Funny enough, William is so worried about being perceived weird that his will go out of his way to meet some sort of weird understanding of "normal" that at times he can come off weird. His mother says "normal is just a setting on a washing machine" but it will be some time before he understands this.

William has a deep desire to be respected but his life goal is power and strength above all. Though, at his young age, he’s not entirely aware of that critical perspective just yet but it's somewhat always burning within himself. He hopes to be sports savvy like his father who not only played Quidditch but partook in American Football which was brought to light when meeting the muggle-side of Williams mothers.

All-in-all, William is a shy boy with good intentions, he's soft spoken, brave, courageous and very anxious... Though, lets not forget that he is little love struck for his age as his just starting to understand that girls exist and there is more to life than Poptarts.

Biography: William was born in the small town of Windsor, located in the state of Colorado within the United States. Both his mother and father spent much of their lives residing with Colorado though his mother comes from the east-cost as her family is originally from Italy and his father from Kentucky as they're lineage goes back to the birth of the United States.

William was born into "rural-poverty" as his parents were young, who had not yet made strides in their careers or really had careers at all. Williams father, Daniel, was a craftsman and consistently spent his years looking for his position or business idea; as his father would say "his meal ticket".

When William hit the ripe age of 7, his father was offered a position with a British firm that required them to relocate "across the pound" as his father would say. This move would be a vast culture shock for William as he went from living in small rural town within the United States, to living in the small village of Rye within the UK. This was a monumental move for the Beauchamp family but his father found great success within his new position and so they were able to start the process of building a notable family wealth.

Though, due to Williams beginning years being so riddled with poverty, they never was an understanding of what it meant to be "wealthy" even when it was in their own hands.

Due to his fathers success, it quickly became apparent that the United Kingdom was not they're forever home and so the Beauchamp family began planting deep roots within their community. ^{(To be continued..)}

First Instance of Magic: William was always somewhat exposed to magic much like other half-blood families. The Beauchamp household did not shy away from the common utilization of magic that kept the household running since both his parents were actively working to make ends meet. This was not to say that they didn't take advantage of a dish-washer or enjoy television but often magic was used casually around the house as one may expect in a magical home.

Williams father Daniel was never one to emphasize blood purity but he did make comments that he should be thankful for being a Half-blood by always saying "you get the best of both sides of the fence".

It was the summer of Williams 10th birthday, during their regular Beauchamp family & friends camping trip; where William had his first real magical moment. The Beauchamp men were known for being a bit reckless at times and this applied no matter how mundane the activity may be.

The boys normal camping fishing spot was next to the large outlet for the local lake's overflow. When spring would hit, the region would see substantial rain and when the lake level had risen enough it would dump an astronomical amount over water through the overflow which ran out into the river on the lower west-end of the hills. William's father, cousin Trevor and close friend Bradley would often fish at the outlet of the overflow due to the simple fact that with 10's of thousands of gallons of water also comes 10's of thousands of fish, usually making the catch bountiful.

The boys and their fathers often fished far enough away so that the risk was somewhat minimized but more so that the mist from the rushing water would not soak them during their lengthy fishing trip. However, on this summer day, that would all change in the blink of an eye.

The boys were struggling to catch anything which was a odd when fishing in this spot. After a few hours of absolutely terrible fishing, Williams cousin Trevor decided to hike up the rocks, to get closer to the outlet with the idea that being closer to the pipe meant he was closer to the fish. What Trevor did not take into consideration was the fact the rocks closer to the outlet of the overflow are slippery due to the constant misting from the rushing water. Ignoring William's fathers warnings, Trevor stumbled up the rocks and began to cast out his line. Not but a couple minutes later he got his first bite and with great excitement Trevor began reeling in his soon to be caught fish. This excitement did not last and was replaced with dread when the exceptional force from the water made reeling in his fish very challenging. Trevor, in an attempt to improve his stance, adjusted his footing and in the process he slipped and tumbled into the treacherous waters below.

William watched this unfold in what felt like slow-motion, time dilation would best describe the world as his father and himself ran over in a desperate attempt to pull Trevor from what seemed like an impassable chaotic rushing of water.

It was at this moment, during the height of the cortisol rushing through his veins, tears swelling up in his eyes and the rushing adrenaline that William had his first major magical moment.

As he ran up to the closest edge of where Trevor fell in and dropped to his knees, something extraordinary happened. Trevor's hand shot out from the rapids looking to grab on to anything. However, something unique was happening with water around Trevor's arm, it was much calmer than the rest of the surrounding water; as if an unseen force was soothing the rivers uncontrolled rage just around Trevor and nothing else. This, for what felt like just a fraction of a second, moment was just enough for Trevor to get a firm grasp of the out-reached fishing net handle; he was quickly pulled out of the water.

William couldn't help but notice that his chest felt warm and his stomach seemed like it was sitting in his throat; It stayed like this for just a minute before it slowly faded away. This was Williams first magical moment, his first real experience with something unnaturally happening that he could not explain, nor his father or his friend.

^{(To be continued..)}