Stephen Schwartz
- Status:
- Muggle-born
- Birthday:
- 20 Jul 2010
- Nationality:
- American
- Residence:
- Moraga, California, United States
- Function:
- Sixth year, Quidditch Player, Ilvermorny
- Wand:
- 29,6 cm laurel wood and horned serpent horn
Name of PC: AngelFyre McCubbin
Name of iNPC: Stephen Schwartz
iNPC School: Ilvermorny (Wampus)
Year: 4th Year
Sport: Quidditch (Chaser)
Stephen is a fair complected, brown haired, blue-eyed male. He has an athletic build and stands 5'9", on the tall end of average for his age.
He is a very affable fellow. He is quick to laugh and smile and has a great sense of humor, but he has a very serious side. He drills down hard on his academic and athletic life, sometimes to the point of excluding much of everything else. He is also a neat freak; the kind of neat freak that would make Felix Unger proud. He has been a bit broody and resentful ever since he learned he was he was going to have to leave his school and friends in his hometown of Moraga, California to attend Ilvermorny School of Withcraft & Wizardry. His father insisted this was an opportunity his son could not pass by, but it essentially meant the death of his dream since he was four years old to be an astronaut and to attend the United States Air Force Academy. Having had his life uprooted, and having been forced to move clear across the country to learn about “magic” still strikes Stephen as absurd. He will grudgingly admit that magic can do some marvelous things, but he is a science nerd at heart. He silently notes that there have been no wizards to step foot on the moon, only Muggles, and it leaves him feeling like he has been placed in a “lesser” academic institution and is now destined for a caricature of the life he had envisioned for himself.
Stephen Nobler Schwartz was born on July 20, 2010. It was an auspicious day for his birth, as it turns out, as it was the 41st anniversary of mankind’s first steps on the moon. His imagination was ignited by this link to one of mankind’s greatest scientific achievements when his attention was drawn to documentaries of the space landing on television during his 4th birthday. In fact, he walked away altogether from the party his father had planned, or rather, had hired someone to plan, when his best friend’s father had slipped into the den to watch the retrospectives of the day. It turns out that his best friend’s father was himself an astronaut, so a mentor/mentee friendship would develop through the years. Stories would be told. Connections would be made. Dreams would be encouraged… and later dashed. And resentments would build.
July 20, 2010 carried a lot of additional weight in Stephen’s life. It was also a sad day as his mother, Camille Renee Schwartz (née Nobler), an heir to the Nobler department store fortune, died in childbirth. Stephen’s father, David Isaiah Schwartz, is a real estate mogul who, by all accounts, shut himself down after his wife’s death. He loves his son and he never blamed him for his wife’s death, but theirs is more a cold prickly relationship than a warm fuzzy one. He knows he would die for Stephen if it were ever necessary to do so, but he never learned, nor tried, really, to live for his son.
Alone for a great deal of time, Stephen occupied himself with sports and his academics. He excelled at both. He is a phenomenal basketball player for his age, and was his team’s top scoring forward, his height serving him well in this area, even though he was almost two years younger than the other boys on his team. He loved school, especially mathematics and science, and would often find himself asking for additional and more complicated math and science homework from his teachers on weekends, holidays, and over school breaks.
He likes to be called Stephen. Not Steve. Definitely not Stevie.
His first unintended instance of magic occurred when he was nine years old. He was in his school cafeteria one day and while eating lunch with his friends as he normally did, he laughed and unexpectedly inhaled part of a chicken nugget, blocking his airway. His best friend, Michael, barked at the other boys to go get help while he proceeded to try to do the Heimlich maneuver on Stephen. His three attempts were unsuccessful, but finally a 5th grade teacher intervened and was able to dislodge the nugget. The teacher then escorted Stephen to the nurse's office to make certain everything was fine, but before he left the table, Stephen grabbed the solitary, half pint milk carton to drink along the way. To his amazement, and following slightly behind the teacher, the little carton seemed never to empty of milk, no matter how much he drank from it. He tried drinking from it again after his visit with the nurse, but at that point it was just an empty carton.
Name of iNPC: Stephen Schwartz
iNPC School: Ilvermorny (Wampus)
Year: 4th Year
Sport: Quidditch (Chaser)
Stephen is a fair complected, brown haired, blue-eyed male. He has an athletic build and stands 5'9", on the tall end of average for his age.
He is a very affable fellow. He is quick to laugh and smile and has a great sense of humor, but he has a very serious side. He drills down hard on his academic and athletic life, sometimes to the point of excluding much of everything else. He is also a neat freak; the kind of neat freak that would make Felix Unger proud. He has been a bit broody and resentful ever since he learned he was he was going to have to leave his school and friends in his hometown of Moraga, California to attend Ilvermorny School of Withcraft & Wizardry. His father insisted this was an opportunity his son could not pass by, but it essentially meant the death of his dream since he was four years old to be an astronaut and to attend the United States Air Force Academy. Having had his life uprooted, and having been forced to move clear across the country to learn about “magic” still strikes Stephen as absurd. He will grudgingly admit that magic can do some marvelous things, but he is a science nerd at heart. He silently notes that there have been no wizards to step foot on the moon, only Muggles, and it leaves him feeling like he has been placed in a “lesser” academic institution and is now destined for a caricature of the life he had envisioned for himself.
Stephen Nobler Schwartz was born on July 20, 2010. It was an auspicious day for his birth, as it turns out, as it was the 41st anniversary of mankind’s first steps on the moon. His imagination was ignited by this link to one of mankind’s greatest scientific achievements when his attention was drawn to documentaries of the space landing on television during his 4th birthday. In fact, he walked away altogether from the party his father had planned, or rather, had hired someone to plan, when his best friend’s father had slipped into the den to watch the retrospectives of the day. It turns out that his best friend’s father was himself an astronaut, so a mentor/mentee friendship would develop through the years. Stories would be told. Connections would be made. Dreams would be encouraged… and later dashed. And resentments would build.
July 20, 2010 carried a lot of additional weight in Stephen’s life. It was also a sad day as his mother, Camille Renee Schwartz (née Nobler), an heir to the Nobler department store fortune, died in childbirth. Stephen’s father, David Isaiah Schwartz, is a real estate mogul who, by all accounts, shut himself down after his wife’s death. He loves his son and he never blamed him for his wife’s death, but theirs is more a cold prickly relationship than a warm fuzzy one. He knows he would die for Stephen if it were ever necessary to do so, but he never learned, nor tried, really, to live for his son.
Alone for a great deal of time, Stephen occupied himself with sports and his academics. He excelled at both. He is a phenomenal basketball player for his age, and was his team’s top scoring forward, his height serving him well in this area, even though he was almost two years younger than the other boys on his team. He loved school, especially mathematics and science, and would often find himself asking for additional and more complicated math and science homework from his teachers on weekends, holidays, and over school breaks.
He likes to be called Stephen. Not Steve. Definitely not Stevie.
His first unintended instance of magic occurred when he was nine years old. He was in his school cafeteria one day and while eating lunch with his friends as he normally did, he laughed and unexpectedly inhaled part of a chicken nugget, blocking his airway. His best friend, Michael, barked at the other boys to go get help while he proceeded to try to do the Heimlich maneuver on Stephen. His three attempts were unsuccessful, but finally a 5th grade teacher intervened and was able to dislodge the nugget. The teacher then escorted Stephen to the nurse's office to make certain everything was fine, but before he left the table, Stephen grabbed the solitary, half pint milk carton to drink along the way. To his amazement, and following slightly behind the teacher, the little carton seemed never to empty of milk, no matter how much he drank from it. He tried drinking from it again after his visit with the nurse, but at that point it was just an empty carton.