Physical Description: Angelo Angelov has black, wavy hair of moderate length, falling just short of his shoulders. He is somewhat short for an eleven year old, around 137 cm (~4’6”). He has soft, pale blue eyes, framed by wayfarer glasses (think of regular glasses). His face shape is somewhat long. He has some Slavic features, most clearly his nose, but they might not be noticed. He has fair skin, decorated with a lot of moles, the most noticeable ones being one just below his lip and one under his left eye. In terms of clothing, he doesn’t mind what he wears as long as it is comfortable. He has a tendency to be cold, so he wears sweaters the most.

Mental Description: Angelo is quite reclusive and prefers solitary activities. He isn’t comfortable holding long conversations with strangers and prefers speaking to people close to him. He tends to be accidentally cold to strangers if they aren’t of authority (for example, Hogwarts students his age). When he isn’t concerned about social things, he is burying himself in work, seeking self improvement and gratification. He tends to be distracted or daydream in the middle of tasks. He likes to call himself adept at visual arts and music, being an artist as a hobby and a pianist. One of his strongest wishes is to make a name for himself.

Biography: Born a half-blood, Angelo was born to a pure-blood mother and a muggle father, Linette Angelov (previously Linette Abney) and Tsvetan Angelov respectively. When Angelo was two, his mother left him and his father to become an Auror, in worry that the pursuit of magic could cause harm to them. He never saw her again (as of now) and has little to no memory of her. As a result, he was raised primarily by his father, living a normal, muggle life, with some mentions of magic.

First Instance of Magic: At the age of ten, he asked his father about his mother, wondering why she wasn’t there, resulting in a solemn conversation about her. His father didn’t know the true reason she left but had speculations it was related to magic and shared this with Angelo. After this, he felt a deep and inexplicable regret for not being able to know his mother better, as Tsvetan described her as a lovely person. Later, he isolated himself in his room, trying to remember moments with his mother (which came to no fruition). He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his father nervously rambling and trying to open his door, looking up to see that the doorknob was completely frozen over.