Timerey is described as a thin pale young boy, with dark hair(brownish blonde in the sunlight), large dark eyes, and a stern unemotional face. He can be described as a modern pirate or rockstar rebel. He wears somewhat old or quirky clothes that adds to his look of "back from the past," with an iconic small black hoop earrings but also he is very rockband like with ripped jeans, blocky tank tops, and dark eyeliner. He doesn't smile much through all his years (genuine smile) but when he does you can see the gap between his two large front teeth. Always wears a black locket and black key.

Timerey is depicted as unusual and handsome. He dislikes social interactions and is easily annoyed, he talks in riddles and is rather mysterious. He is seen alone most of the time.. He has an English accent with hints of scottish, when he is angry or stressed or being himself it is revealed completely. He hates the idea of love as he thinks it's just a recipe to pain and hurt, his aunt Meredith, who takes care of him, also believes in such. He often grimaces at those who show affection and believes love is a waste of time. (Which may change later in his years) His mother died on his 8th birthday, from a bridge collapse whilst driving from work to his birthday party. This has had many negative effects on his personality as well as positives. He never knew his Father. 

The Dark That Haunts Us

"The Dark, how it Haunts Us so... For it is known as pseudonym of evil and antonym of light. But oh, how we all should have known better. For the world always fears what they cannot see, they judge what they don't understand. Only fools would be blinded from the judgement and miss the wonderful creations that come only in the dark, when we cannot see."

The brilliant sun went down in flames, scorching the sky as it slowly fell, burning with magnificent colors of pink, orange, yellow, and red. A small boy with wondrous eyes sat back and watched this curious phenomenon. A voice sweet as the birds singing called on his name, up he jumped as he swiftly arrived in his mother's arms, laughing and smiling were much shared between the two. With him in her arms, she took the 5 year old boy to eat, washed him up, and set him to bed. During such, the sun had left them, beginning the rise of the deep night.
/What a fool I used to be, fearing the night and what lurked in it instead of fearing the monsters that walked amongst me in daylight./ His mother tucked him in and kissed him goodnight and read him a story. He begged for another with wide eyes, she agreed, bit as the nights grew darker, she grew more weary. She told him that he was brave and strong, and that she would always be there to protect him. /Though she fibbed, I love her too this day and all eternity. I'm not sure if I'm brave and strong, but I do know she is not here with me, however selfish I may be.../ With both sharing heavy eyes, the mother left to bed believing she had done a job well done. But as that door closed shut with a light thud, his eyes shot open and his body quivered. When he got scared or was restless he left his own bed to join his mother's. But he was older and didn't want to do so, he wanted to be better. /Til this day I'm still restless, but the difference now is I have no where to go.../ No, he decided, he was going to be better, but sadly who knew what terror he would experience that night. It was past the mid of the night, the boys eyes were sunken and felt like anvils, with some blinks his mind was slowly dozing it's way to sleep. When, SCREEEECH, a high pitched noise scratched his ears, jolting him awake with large eyes, teeth clenched. He bolted his vision to the window, there, a long arm was outstretched clawing at it furiously. He screamed, and how horrid it was, how horrid it is when a child screams, not whine or pout, but scream out of fear. The lights flashed on as he yelled, his mother running in, the neighborhood in shock, as was the entire town. For all the lights struck on, and flickered, until the mother comforted the small boy, wiping his tears. After he calmed down after he learned the arm was a tree, that he was magical, the lights exploded. And the night was calm once again. Was this a night of Magic or terror?

The Puzzle Unsolved

"What mystery it is, and forever will be. How it chooses it's victims, the loved and the unloved, the rich and the poor. How it moves so slowly, then so suddenly. When is it our time? We may or may not know, how many die in a minute? How many were unknown to me, how strange to think if I had known one of them, they could have been my best friend, my sister, my brother. But we go on un-grieving of the tragedy, without remorse. What a mystery that is, a puzzle that will never be solved."

Just off the cold shores of Ireland, there lives a boy. The boy is no older than 11 years old, he wasn't all special on the outside, but unusual was his definition. He went to the small public school available in his small town. But the boy had no friends, it wasn't that he was hated or his family had a bad reputation. He was a straight A student and was athletic. It was, he chose not to have friends. What everyone didn't know was that his whole family were wizards and witches, all with special abilities and powers. Thymus lived with his father's sister, or his Aunt Meredith Rose Timerey. His mother died on his birthday when he turned 8 years old, this is why til this day he hates his birthday. She died from a bridge collapse while in her car driving to his birthday party from work.
His father had died when Thymus was born, from undetected and untreated heart cancer. Thymus never got to meet his father, and sadly could learn nothing, for bringing him up brought tears to family members. All he had to remember his parents by was a mysterious old black key from his father, and a black locket that wouldn't open from his mother.
Meredith wasn't a bad guardian or mistreated him, it was just she wasn't really there. She was a busy woman who didn't believe in romantic relationships.
Thymus retreated to his books/music the classics, like his mother used to read/sing to him. He read them til they were yellowed and tattered. He overused the Library and any reason resource he had. He went through the night endlessly, with you no splatters, baggy eyes, and cramped hands. He enjoyed reading and writing and violin/accordion, what was a way to remember also became a way to passion.
One day, Thymus went to the mail box to grab mail, and hopefully his package stuffed with blank paper. But he instead found one letter, yellowed with a red seal, that owned a badger, a lion, a eagle, and a snake. And his name scribbled across the front. Without though he turned it over and tore the seal open, and pulled out a letter that read...

Fishing, Writing, Swimming, Storytelling, Playing Violin, Guitar and Piano, dancing, keeping secrets, photographic memory

Parselmouth, a black locket and key, a chest underneath his bed

@Jannette Applebottom: Fall ball partner, friends,
@Irina Sousa: Nice person?

@Pearl Geode: The sweet girl I'll never see again...

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@Augustus Westen: Friend?,
@Zoe Pearthel: Likes to dance?