Physical Description: At eleven (11) years old, December Prometheus stands a luxurious one or two inches higher than the rest of his peers due to their off-school shoe fashion, a fun four-foot-eleven. That is to say, December absolutely adores the singular pair of good-looking shoes he owns, though one or two sizes too big (nothing thick socks can't fix!), he's too proud of his doc martens. Soft leathered, high top, and pastel yellow-- what's not to love? He doubts he'll ever grow out of them, though he has been warned about maturing... Best not think about growing up, though, he always tells himself! Around the age of four or five, they asked his auntie to pierce his ears because all the girls in his class were doing it and wearing cute earrings every day. Being the auntie that she is, December ended up with a perfect set of lobe piercings that they now continues to occupy with colourful studs (when they remember to change them). December Prometheus is fair-skinned, almost too much so, it seems, from the repetitive "vampire" nickname he hears every too often. Not to be fooled, however, by his cold appearance-- during sunny seasons, he tans incredibly quickly, and freckles make their way across his previously unblemished skin, aside from a few beauty marks on his face. Though a naturally golden/hazel eyed brunette, he constantly changes his hair's form and colour (usually monthly), thanks to seeing his auntie every weekend. Currently, he's grown his hair an inch or two above his shoulders, and it's been cut into a fluffy, mullet-esque nest of natural brown roots, golden bleach, and black dye. A cute whipped-cream to top their crinkle-eyed grin.

Mental Description: Much of Prometheus's personality and life revolves around his mental conditions. Autistic and diagnosed with ADHD, he's been told his whole life of his "bad habits," "bad attitude," "Bad personality," and insensitivity or inadequate cue catching. Always hard to make friends, but not hard to keep them. Always bullied, but not for long-- if only because they always fight back, rightfully so-- but always end up in trouble, for whatever reasons. Growing up around abliest people in an abliest society, he learned some things, and did not learn others. December Prometheus is a sweet, thoughtful, caring, and loyal person to others. Faithful to friends, loyal and trustworthy to allies, and demonic to enemies, bullies, and their father. He loves learning, but despises sitting in chairs at school for hours. Loves drawing, and creative things, but despises sitting in chairs in an art room at school for hours. Loves his friends, but wants ones who love him as much as he loves them. Bad habits include: Not knowing what or when to share, Insomnia (untreated).

Biography: Pre-Hogwarts, December's life was pretty good. While they never had the best relationship with their parents, he had a sister five years older who had been his best home-friend all his life, and would play with their best school-friend at her house after elementary every day. On the weekends, he would go to his auntie's house, and play with his two half-blood cousins, who were around his age, but would be going to Hogwarts a year after him. When he was at home, however-- during week-long breaks, over summer, and, of course, after school-- he would very, very often be subject to his father's temper during dinner, and they would get into quite evening-occupying arguments, to put lightly. Eventually, though his father always started issues, they would have to apologize. Which, for some reason, always entailed more yelling towards the young boy about responsibility, attitude, and the like. Afterwards, his mother would tuck him into bed with his favourite stuffed animal, a dragon his auntie gifted him, kiss him goodnight, and the next day would be woken to.

First Instance of Magic: December Prometheus's first instance of magic was when they were seven years old, or, rather, turning it. On their seventh birthday, December, curious a child as ever, went to the grocery store with their father. Their father, spiteful the father as ever, said to him that he could go and get chocolate ice cream, which, everyone who knows the boy, knows he despises. After a long game of who-can-glare-harder, a crying December threw what adults liked to call 'temper tantrums'. As was always the case, it did nothing to change their father's mind, and the chocolate ice cream was proceeded to be reached for by his father, much to Prometheus's dismay- it was his birthday, and his father was still choosing this path? I wish I had a kind father, they thought. However, through their furiously tear-filled eyes, Prometheus saw his father's hand recoil from the door, and at the same time heard a sharp sound. There wasn't a distinct noise to it, and in retrospect, it might've even been soft, but it was loud and jarring enough in the moment to make his father flinch. He, and his now slightly pale (but still irked) father laid eyes on the entire selection of ice treats. Right before their eyes, the labels morphed and the cartons wiggled, and when they opened the freezers to look closer, they found that each and every single container's contents was nothing but strawberry ice cream. Hours later, after his cousins and friends arrived, goofed off over dinner, and his auntie herded them outside to play, they were called back for dessert... Their favourite treat, strawberry ice cream. Meanwhile, December's father morosely informed their mother of his first instance of magic.