Timothy Brian Grey Ilvermorny

Name: Timothy Brian Grey
Age: 15
School Year: 4th
House: Thunderbird
Race: Human
Blood Status: Wizardborn

Appearance: Just like his last name, Timothy had not one ounce of colour in him. As a descendant of bold Irish people that had looked for happiness in America and who eventually found it on Hawaii, he had failed in gaining any tan whatsoever. Wearing old Flip-Flops he looks even more like a tourist that has never seen the sun, which couldn't be farther from the truth. Timothy spends all his free time outside either swimming in the ocean or wandering through the streets. 

He keeps his dark hair long, just because he loves to be dramatic and rise out of the water, flipping his hair around which usually results in him being tangled up in the mess and looking like the grudge ghost. He likes to think he impresses some of the girls on the beach. 

Personality: Overall he is a gregarious person, who always has a ready answer. Since a young age, he tried to harvest as much knowledge as possible by listening to the adults around him. No matter if tourists, his parents or some of the elders living near him. Old teachings were sacred on the island, and it was said that by observing one learns, by listening one commits to memory and by practice one master a skill. Timothy lived after these teachings. He had observed tourists to be gracious and easy to be manipulated, which had sparked a mischievous side in him. Occasionally he would show the foreigners around, telling them about the island, while smiling a welcoming grin, only to lead them to the most expensive places. The locals thanked him with some fresh fruits and by giving him his share of the money. He had mastered the skill of sweet-talking at a young age. 

His biggest weakness is the cold. Although he did not look like an islander, he truly was dependant on warmth. It had been a temperature shock when he had first arrived in Ilvernmorny. He usually is the only one running around on campus during summer and wearing layers and layers of clothes.  

Timothy loves and adores cats in all sizes and forms. He has the habit of petting every cat he meets, just to get scratched by most of them. 

History: 
Timothy was born in the last summer days of 2003, 8th September. His parents Roan and Abby, a young couple of newlyweds, were happy to be gifted with a child. His father, a large man with broad shoulders, was proud to have a son. Roan would carry him around all day, wandering with him through the forest up to the mountain to show him the beautiful island he was blessed to live on. Roan was a wizard and descendant of the Maoli. Unfortunately, the Irish blood was too strong in Timothy's veins, making his dark hair the only trait he had inherited from his father's people.  

When Timothy was ten, his mother got pregnant again and his little sister Naida got born. He immediately fell in love with her. He never had shown any signs of magic and his parents had believed him to be not gifted. But on the day his sister and mother were released from the hospital, he let docents of shells, he had collected earlier, dance over his laughing sister. He later would make these shells into a bracelet for her.   

Once he arrived in Ilvernornmy he quickly found friends. One of them reminds him of a cat, which probably is the reason he likes him so much. 
His sorting had been quick, Thunderbird is just perfect for him. 

He absolutely can't stand the smell of coconuts. When he was little he often would get coconuts to eat or their milk to drink, but he had eaten and drunk so much, that he had developed a distaste for it. The smell is enough to almost make him puke.