Appearance: Cursa is a tall boy, neither terribly muscular nor overly skinny. His shock of red hair and pale grey eyes belie his Irish and Scottish ancestry. He favours a kind of straggly appearance and can most often be found wearing somewhat tatty and faded jeans and a white tee shirt often with a plaid overshirt when it's cool out. He like Doc Martens or any kind of heavy boot, and he unceremoniously jams his wand into his left front pocket.

Personality: Cursa is a Pureblood and has been brought up to consider Mudbloods a tolerable appendage to the wizarding world. He neither loves nor despises them, but would prefer as little contact with them as possible. Muggles? Don't even get him started on Muggles! He once saw an image of the British Ministry of Magic during the Second Wizarding War. You know, that famous one with the Purebloods standing upon all the magical creatures and muggles underfoot? Yeah. Cursa liked that image.

The only thing worse than Muggles in Cursa's opinion are werewolves. Those should be kept in kennels along with the other beasts and chattels.

Apart from a healthy sense of Pureblood superiority, Cursa is a fairly normal Canadian-American lad whose first loves are duelling and Wyrd Sisters. He likes to read fantasy, play quodpot, but much prefers trick skatebrooming.

History: Cursa is indeed related to Colin McCoire. To be precise, they are distant cousins, separated by several generations on either side of the Atlantic. The first McCoires are known to have arrived in North America in the 1620s, though Cursa's line left Ireland in the late 1700s forming a new scion of that family that decided to cross over the Western Ocean during the turbulent period of American history revolving around some interminable Muggle war or other. Cursa's McCoires can be found most often in Quebec, New York, and New England.

His family specifically was based in Saint Anicet, a little town in Quebec, until they moved across the border in the middle 1800s, settling in the North Country of New York. Cursa's mother is a dedicated tutor, specialising in arithmancy, numerology and other mathematical disciplines. Don't let the academic credentials fool you! She can plink a beer can off a tree trunk at three hundred yards, just using her wand and some geometry! Her name is Annabeth Learn-Wisdom Shephard. Cursa's dad is an auror. He travels a bit, often to Britain. His name is Saggitarius McCoire. Both are Purebloods and naturally seek to uphold the best of American magical traditions in their children. Perhaps in contradistinction to the Pureblood ideals of their British counterparts, the American McCoires are a little more egalitarian in their prejudices: all non-Purebloods are considered as being broadly on the same footing as themselves. Only quite a bit lower.

Cursa's Scottish cousins, Angus & Alex, stay with his family as they attend Ilvermorny rather than Hogwarts. It is from these two that Cursa has learned quite a bit about his Scottish cousins, in particular a certain pair of prats named Colin and Liam. Cursa has a variety of older siblings, now done with school, and twin brothers two years younger. These latter are Castor and Pollux. Together, the three brothers and their cousins Alex and Angus, cause quite the stir in Ilvermorny!

First Magic: Cursa's first magic was, to put it mildly, almost unbearably ordinary. Castor and Pollux were just turning three, while five year old Cursa had to sit by whilst the twins revelled in entirely too much fuss being made by family and friends. They were just three! In the grand scheme of Cursa's worldview, they were just babies! Not even worth playing with properly! Even their Auntie Isobel from Scotland couldn't help but coo and babble along with the snot nosed little blighters!

Naturally, it became all to much for Cursa, who began to cry and pout! His oldest sister, Mary, told him to shut it as it was the little ones' birthday and not his. Of course, this did nothing but make Cursa's temper all the worse! He took a deep breath in preparation to let out the screech of the century! He opened his mouth and --- out popped a little purple bubble! There was no screech! Just a shimmering purple bubble that hovered in the air between him and Mary.

She called over for mum and dad to take a look at the purple bubble. Cursa was probably the most shocked of all, and he forgot all about his screeching tantrum. Especially when dad pronounced proudly that it was a very good purple bubble indeed! He ruffled his son's red hair, saying: "Well Cursa, you're a wizard now!"