5'0" Blocky build, not skinny nor fat, yet solid. [/b] Bald(Due to Alopecia), with a mole on the left cheek, more handsome than ugly, but no male model. I wear glasses and will sometimes wear a fake moustache for fun when taking photos.

Adventurous, yearning for knowledge and understanding, witty and open minded. Accepting and patient. Can be just as chatty as quiet, depends on the given mood and surroundings. Rather cheeky, but who isn't!

I grew up in a middle class Wizarding family, even though I may be pure blood, we never saw anyone as "Less Than" regardless of their wizarding ties, level or accomplishments. We lived in the absolutely beautiful city of Edinburgh, Scotland. My father, Glaxius Georgey, was lost to a group of dark wizards when I was 9. One of them used the Avada Kedavra curse on him when he attempted to stop them from destroying the store in an attempt to extort our family business. He was a proud wizarding sports shop owner, opening a store called "The Wandsman's Place" Centered around dueling, quidditch, fine clothing and all manor of wizarding sports gear, but also had some football gear, Dad loved muggle sports just as much as wizard sports. I still help out at the shop, and Mom, Galadria Moonstride-Georgey, does an amazing job running it. I am proud to be apart of it. After dad was killed, a few Aurors showed up and cleaned up the entire city of this crime network, turns out extorting good wizards, or perhaps the use of the unforgivables and MURDER, sets off a lot of alarms at the Ministry. It helps that my Uncle Gladius is an Auror that helped lead the entire operation. Him and Dad were thick as thieves as the saying goes.

I sneezed whilst on the toilet one day when i was 7 and made all of the sport balls explode in dad's shop somehow... Still haven't managed to explain what happened there. But I can say it was rather shocking and made a big old mess. Which is where