Physical Description: An incredibly tall young man of the age of seventeen, with reddish-russet hair construed commonly as titian. He is beginning to grow a bit of facial hair rather successfully, though has taken to shaving until firmer stuff will come in. Blue eyes and relatively olive skin slightly paled by the winters of Durmstrang, one could assume mostly by his posture and his build that he is not native to Northern Europe. Indeed, a Mediterranean aura is about him instead, and the set of his face, jaw, and cheekbones indicate a more southern heritage in the Italian peninsula.

Broad and thoroughly muscled, it is likely to nobody's surprise that he was an exceptional Beater for the Durmstrang Quidditch team, for which he has a great passion. He possesses several scars, many of which among the facial have faded with time, though a distinct and jagged set that look a mix of tear and puncture ripple across his left shoulder near the base of the rear of his neck. These, unlike some of the others (with the exception of a strange half-moon of what looks to be a human bite mark on his right forearm) do not seem faded. Either they are new, or they come from a distressing source.

Mental Description: The boy grew up quickly, perhaps too quickly, and with that sudden aging came a distress and protectiveness that is native to those who have love that they cannot allow to have injured. Sensitive to those in distress in turn, but careful to never show his own hand if he can help it (for must not the healer keep their cool and calm mind in the midst of chaos and terror?), he is placid by most observations and downright dissociated by others.

Sharp as a whip, though intellect at times have been known to prove more of a burden than a perk, he lacks in outright magical prowess. It is theorized by most that know him that his magic is more 'earthen' in nature, inherent rather than flamboyant, and he has come to accept such fate of magic by this point. If he can be of assistance, he will do his best to be. If you have his trust and compassion, you will likely never be rid of it. If you dare to rise against those that he places his trust, compassion, and loyalty with, you will face his wrath.

Biography: His history is murky to most, for he does not endow it upon others who ask other than in short and concise wordings that do not fully illuminate his tale. What is commonly revealed is that he was an adopted child along with his twin brother, a pair of twins abandoned and subsequently cared for by a Muggle couple. Shortly after the twins' magics had surfaced, during which the boys had never successfully stayed in a school due mostly to fights ended by Romeo himself, they had taken to travel all over Europe before settling in the United Kingdom. Homeschooled, the boys lacked greatly in social upbringing with children their own age, and Romeo himself found himself more akin to the adults he found himself surrounded by as opposed to children his own age that often picked on his twin, seen often as a vulnerable target.

Their adoptive parents were killed in a car on motorcycle accident in 2015, and with no living relatives capable of caring for the boys they were relegated to the system only to be taken in by a former Auror by the name of Mathilda Wendigo, whose purpose behind such adoption was to ensure that they could be prepared to attend Hogwarts in due time and so that their magic would not be lost in the Muggle world, for their instances had been frequent and unfortunate in timings.

Fostered under Mathilda, the boys were continually homeschooled, up until they aged to their eleventh years, and both received letters to Hogwarts.

But Hogwarts was not the right place for the young Romeo then, and even as he had been sorted, arrangements were being made to transfer him to the Northern European school of Durmstrang, whose academia and methods of teaching aligned more closely in his temperament and the nature of his magic at the time. Romeo would depart from Hogwarts, leaving behind a distraught brother and carrying with him a great amount of guilt that he has never fully been able to shake... especially across the years during which he has watched his brother decay, unable to help him or stay near to him as he once was able to as his sole defender all those miles away and years ago.

First Instance of Magic: When he was a boy and often messed about in ways that resulted in injuries, he simply wouldn't be injured. It first started with an unconscious placing of his hand on a hot stove much to the horror of his mother, only to find after it had been ripped away a few seconds later that there was no mark to be found. A fall from a tree yielded neither broken bone or bruise. Items and weights that should not have normally been able to be lifted by a four year old child were carried and moved about with ease, which came to a culmination at the age of five when he tore away a gas stove from a pipeline, causing gas to leak in the house and ignite an explosion after the family had evacuated to safety.