โFirst year โEzriell Rein Maddox โ Gryffindor โ
โTable of Contents โ
1. About
2. Trunk
3. Friends
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Appearence: black hair
height: 5 foot
Built like: scrawny
Eye color: hazel
Skin tone: Tan
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height: 5 foot
Built like: scrawny
Eye color: hazel
Skin tone: Tan
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backstory: ezriell grew up round pure bloods. no muggles. not even a normal muggle school. he was homeschooled. absolutely no muggle stuff. hed get in a lot of trouble if anybody in his family found out he was doing normal muggle stuff. his parents would tell him to stay inside. of course, he didnt listen. in his freetime he would read or draw in his backyard. he was basically drowning in his own boredom the years before he got here. everyday he wished he were somewhere else in the world, having fun instead of having to be what his family called "the perfect witch." they'd misgender him on purpose, try and turn him "pure" and other things. now he can do so much stuff he couldnt do before!!! like for example, tell his preferred name.Personality: silly goober, loyal, funny, autism (in irl and in game >:<)
first instance of magic: first instance of accidental underaged wandless magic: ezriell had always been clumsy with his emotions, like a storm contained in too small a jar. it got worse as he grew up. it was September 6, his birthday. He had just turned nine years old. that night, as frustration bubbled in his chest, he slammed his hand onto the old wooden table. the moment his palm struck, a faint ripple of light spilled out across the room, flickering like an accidental spark from a campfire. the books on the shelf rattled as though theyโd been startled awake, and the glass of water by his side began to float, trembling slightly in the air before it dropped back down with a soft clink. ezriell froze, staring wide-eyed at the table as his breath hitched. "what..." he whispered, his voice barely audible over the quiet hum that lingered in the air, as if the world itself was holding its breath with him.
first instance of magic: first instance of accidental underaged wandless magic: ezriell had always been clumsy with his emotions, like a storm contained in too small a jar. it got worse as he grew up. it was September 6, his birthday. He had just turned nine years old. that night, as frustration bubbled in his chest, he slammed his hand onto the old wooden table. the moment his palm struck, a faint ripple of light spilled out across the room, flickering like an accidental spark from a campfire. the books on the shelf rattled as though theyโd been startled awake, and the glass of water by his side began to float, trembling slightly in the air before it dropped back down with a soft clink. ezriell froze, staring wide-eyed at the table as his breath hitched. "what..." he whispered, his voice barely audible over the quiet hum that lingered in the air, as if the world itself was holding its breath with him.
[/reducio]a little about ezra (ME): School: HOGGY HOGGY HOGWARTS gender: Ftm (female to male trans) SO MAN HE/HIM age: 12 Birthday: September 6th Status: silly lil pureblood species: human whatd you expect? patronus: ionknow sport: none
Character Backstory: Ezriell grew up around pure-bloods. No muggles. He didn't even go to a normal school. His parents had homeschooled him. With absolutely no normal stuff, his house consisted of wacky plants, foods, and interesting money known as Gellons, Sickles, and Knuts. He'd get in a lot of trouble if anybody outside his family found out he wasn't doing normal muggle stuff.
Though Ezriell was known to be a troublemaker or rulebreaker, he'd had some pretty interesting stories, with his parents not knowing. For example; his parents would tell him to not throw stones at passing muggle things on wheels (or 'cars'). But this is Ezriell we're talking about. Of course, he didn't listen. He'd run out and act like any normal tween-aged boy would. He'd climb trees, dig up bugs, (but the only thing that wasn't normal, was the fact that bugs and trees were magical,) and lastly he'd throw stones at passing things on wheels ('cars').
In his free-time, (aside from the troublemaking) he would read in his backyard. He was basically drowning in his own boredom the years before he got to Hogwarts because his parents were strict. Ezie would remain grounded after the mischievous, yet exciting rules he'd broken and so he'd be sitting in the backyard and reading. Now, with his parents not around, he can do so much stuff he couldn't do before!!! That is, until he is caught....
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