Name: Alexander Ward
School: Durmstrang
Year: 2nd
Birthday: 24.12.2007
Age: 12
Blood Status: Pure-blood
Birthplace: York, UK

Appearance: The first thing one would notice about Alexander, was his eyes; they were a piercing light blue, that would darken during the winter. People usually described his eyes as the stormy sea, wild and dark while captivating and fierce. His hair were blonde and slightly curly, on the longer length rather than short. He appeared a little older than the other twelve year old boys, probably because of his slightly taller figure (5'2" was slightly above the average height), and he had an athletic figure thanks to all the time he spent outdoor running (and exploring the mansion's gardens when he is back home in York).

Personality: Extremely curious and smart, Alexander preferred staying by himself with a book rather than hang out in a large group of friends. However, he liked being around people that he likes, while at the same time he could spend days by himself and not feel lonely at all. Because of his curiosity, he liked to bend the rules sometimes, if that meant discovering new things and go on adventures. He was extremely ambitious, and he always wanted to be the best at everything and he would do whatever it takes to achieve that (and if to do so he needed to break a couple of rules, he wouldn't have been too sad about that). Despite his ambition, he was extremely loyal to his family and his close friends, and he would never betray them - although that might not be the case for everyone else.

History: On a cold night of December, right before Christmas, Alexander Ward came into this world. His mother and father, Janice and Claudius, came from pureblood families, and since the day he was born, Alexander had to deal with the pressure that his family name meant.

Because of his parents job - they were both extremely skilled ward setters - Alexander had spent more time with his Grandfather Charles, rather than with his mother or father. Charles took it upon himself to raise the kid in a strict way, wanting only the best for, and from, his only grandson. That meant that Alexander's childhood was spend between studying - both his family history and the normal subjects that any kid would learn at school - and spending time in nature; his grandfather would bring him in the woods surrounding their mansion, and there he would teach him how to use a bow and arrows, or how to use a sword and, once he was old enough, how to defend himself without any kind of weapon. But together with the more "physical" training, Alexander got used to books and studying since he was little.
Of course, growing up with such a strict Grandfather was not easy, and more than once Alexander's rebellious side would come to the surface, challenging his grandpa and even running away in the woods to escape from his strict ways; but after all, the boy always knew that if he wanted to succeed in life, he needed to be tougher and smarter than anybody else - and if that meant having to put up with his grandfather, then he would have done that; after all, his family's motto was "Sub Cruce Salus", which meant "Salvation under the Cross" (today, the motto is still visible under the family crest).

Once he was old enough, his parents decided to send him to Durmstrang, rather than to Hogwarts, thinking that the way of teaching and possible career paths that Durmstrang offered were more suited for they child - and Alexander couldn't have agreed more, since he had always thought that Hogwarts was way too "permissive" and lacked the discipline that he felt was essential into raising proper wizards and witches. During his first year at the school, Alexander already knew his parents had made the right choice sending him there, and he had already decided that not only he would have finished the mandatory 5 years at the school, but he would have continued there and completed the additional 3 years, even if he hadn't chosen yet between Combat Magic and Dark Magic, both really appealing to him.

Is your character a Quidditch Player? No

Alexander Ward

Race, Abilities & Items

Race: Human
Abilities:

• Charmer
  Reducio

  
  Growing up mostly with his Grandfather, Alexander had learned from the start the proper way to talk to people, especially those that were older than him. His manners were always impeccable, his voice never too loud or too low, his words well thought and pleasing to the listener's ears. Everyone loved him, looked for him in a crowded room just to exchange some words with him, wanted to hear his opinion on matters that were important to them.
  
  And Alexander loved it.
  
  At the beginning, when he was still learning how to talk, his good looks made sure that the little boy would not go unnoticed, his bright, blue eyes catching everyone'a attention; his smile was pure, contagious, and his golden locks gave the boy almost an angelic aura. As he grew older and his ambitious side started emerging, Alec started testing how much his good looks would affect people, and soon he realised that if he actually combined his good manners with his genetic treasure well, in that case he would have all the attention that he wanted - or needed.
  
  One summer night, -specifically, between his first and second school year at Durmstrang- during one of his parents parties that most of the important families -pureblood and non- attended, Alec had decided to join the adults, hoping to find the reason of his parents latest discomfort. Previously that day, the young Durmstrang student had, as he was usual doing, eavesdropped his parents talking: there was this woman, Marie Lacroix, that had been complaining about some protective wards that his parents had put around her house, claiming that they were not working properly, that she was concerned for her safety, and that she would have asked someone else to put up new wards. Her words, quoted by his parents, plus the woman's picture that he had managed to steal from his dad's office, had left the boy curious; he wanted to know why she needed those wards in the first place, what she had to hide, and he wondered if maybe he would have been able to change her mind about not sticking with his parents; after all, he was good with words.
  
  So later that night, Alexander had walked inside the main dining room, dressed with a nice suit that his Grandfather had a tailor make specifically for him, and ready to find the mystery woman. It was quite easy to spot her: her white, pale hair stood out in the midst of heads; her whole presence, from her looks, to her voice, and even her movements, were hypnotic, and Alexander lost focus for a second, before remembering what he had come to do. With a sweet, innocent smile plastered on his face, he had walked up to the old woman and introduced himself, like a real gentleman was supposed to; then he proceeded in chatting with Mrs Lacroix about frivolous topics, before he started talking about his parents. Just as he was talking about how his parents were two of the best ward setters in the country, Marie, with a warm but calculated smile on her lips, stopped the boy from continuing talking. "You are quite the charmer, young boy, aren't you?" she said, her words sounding like a melody into the boy's ears. "Your parents must be so proud of you; though, I assume they have no idea of what you were trying to do over here,"
  
  As she continued talking, Alexander felt incredibly frustrated with himself; usually his charm allowed him to achieve his goal, why was it not working in this case? Mrs Lacroix answered his question, as she explained to him that she was a Veela, and suddenly everything made more sense: she needed those wards to protect herself and her house from possible enemies, no wonder she was extremely upset that they were not working. Once the old woman had finished talking, Alexander promptly apologised to her for his actions, but the woman shook her head and smiled at him again. "I have a young granddaughter, I know how you children can be sometimes. This said,"she crossed her arms over her chest, and for a small second the young boy worried that he might have actually done more harm than good. "You can let your parents know that I'm willing to give them a second chance. After all, an extremely persuasive kid reminded me that I'm in very capable hands,"
  
  With that last sentence, Marie Lacroix smiled at the young Ward, before excusing herself and walking towards another group of people. Alexander smiled bright, for real this time, and puffed out his chest, feeling extremely proud of himself; he scanned the room with his eyes, and when he finally saw his parents, he made his way towards them.
  
  It was time to give them the good news.
  

  WC: 806 words.

Items: None

Character: Alexander Ward

1. Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
2. Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO
3. Is your character a Duelist? YES NO

4. Stats Update (added +2 to Evasion, +1 to Wisdom, AP and Accuracy; total of +5)
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 9
Arcane Power: 8
Accuracy: 8

40/40

5. Abilities

• Charmer (1st year ability, already accepted)

• Perfectionist (Applying in the reducio)
  Reducio

  
  Being the son of Janice and Claudius Ward was not always easy. Since he was young, Alexander had to prove to everyone that he was worth of his family name; that meant he needed to always be perfect, ready for anything: his clothes would have to be of the finest quality, and always in pristine condition; the same thing applied to his hair, that were never too long or messy.
  Of course, all of this plus his ambitious and thorough personality impacted his way of studying as well.
  
  Whenever he faced a new spell at school, he would spend an insane amount of time researching the etymology of the word; he believed that if he understood better where the spell's name came from, he could pronounce it better. After that, he would spend hours just repeating, over and over again, the name of the spell; then he would do the same with the wand movement and only once everything was perfect, he would try and cast the spell for the first time.
  
  Some people might have said he was a little too obsessed with getting the spell's pronunciation and wand movement right, but for Alexander all of that practice was worth it. If he wouldn't take his time practicing the spell, if he would just try and see what would happen, the chances of failure would be way too high for his liking; he needed to be good, perfect, even at his first try.
  
  His parents were incredibly skilled spell casters, and he could not imagine them failing not even once; if some of his classmates preferred stying outside and relax during their free time, Alexander would often practice the spells he had learned. "Practice makes perfect," was one of the mottos he would often repeat in his head when, his wand in his hand, he would cast a spell for the 20th time in a row.
  
  There was no room for failure, not for him.
  
  With his family name on his shoulder, the weight of their job, their legacy, he could not afford any error. Of course, sometimes it would get a little overwhelming for the young boy, especially if a spell was particularly complicated, or during the exams weeks when the time to over-practice would be too little for his likings; but Alexander never backed down from a challenge, he was way too ambitious for that.
  
  He would have made his parents and the whole family proud.

  WC: 409 words.

Race, Abilities & Items

Race: Human
Abilities:

• Charmer
  Reducio

  
  Growing up mostly with his Grandfather, Alexander had learned from the start the proper way to talk to people, especially those that were older than him. His manners were always impeccable, his voice never too loud or too low, his words well thought and pleasing to the listener's ears. Everyone loved him, looked for him in a crowded room just to exchange some words with him, wanted to hear his opinion on matters that were important to them.
  
  And Alexander loved it.
  
  At the beginning, when he was still learning how to talk, his good looks made sure that the little boy would not go unnoticed, his bright, blue eyes catching everyone'a attention; his smile was pure, contagious, and his golden locks gave the boy almost an angelic aura. As he grew older and his ambitious side started emerging, Alec started testing how much his good looks would affect people, and soon he realised that if he actually combined his good manners with his genetic treasure well, in that case he would have all the attention that he wanted - or needed.
  
  One summer night, -specifically, between his first and second school year at Durmstrang- during one of his parents parties that most of the important families -pureblood and non- attended, Alec had decided to join the adults, hoping to find the reason of his parents latest discomfort. Previously that day, the young Durmstrang student had, as he was usual doing, eavesdropped his parents talking: there was this woman, Marie Lacroix, that had been complaining about some protective wards that his parents had put around her house, claiming that they were not working properly, that she was concerned for her safety, and that she would have asked someone else to put up new wards. Her words, quoted by his parents, plus the woman's picture that he had managed to steal from his dad's office, had left the boy curious; he wanted to know why she needed those wards in the first place, what she had to hide, and he wondered if maybe he would have been able to change her mind about not sticking with his parents; after all, he was good with words.
  
  So later that night, Alexander had walked inside the main dining room, dressed with a nice suit that his Grandfather had a tailor make specifically for him, and ready to find the mystery woman. It was quite easy to spot her: her white, pale hair stood out in the midst of heads; her whole presence, from her looks, to her voice, and even her movements, were hypnotic, and Alexander lost focus for a second, before remembering what he had come to do. With a sweet, innocent smile plastered on his face, he had walked up to the old woman and introduced himself, like a real gentleman was supposed to; then he proceeded in chatting with Mrs Lacroix about frivolous topics, before he started talking about his parents. Just as he was talking about how his parents were two of the best ward setters in the country, Marie, with a warm but calculated smile on her lips, stopped the boy from continuing talking. "You are quite the charmer, young boy, aren't you?" she said, her words sounding like a melody into the boy's ears. "Your parents must be so proud of you; though, I assume they have no idea of what you were trying to do over here,"
  
  As she continued talking, Alexander felt incredibly frustrated with himself; usually his charm allowed him to achieve his goal, why was it not working in this case? Mrs Lacroix answered his question, as she explained to him that she was a Veela, and suddenly everything made more sense: she needed those wards to protect herself and her house from possible enemies, no wonder she was extremely upset that they were not working. Once the old woman had finished talking, Alexander promptly apologised to her for his actions, but the woman shook her head and smiled at him again. "I have a young granddaughter, I know how you children can be sometimes. This said,"she crossed her arms over her chest, and for a small second the young boy worried that he might have actually done more harm than good. "You can let your parents know that I'm willing to give them a second chance. After all, an extremely persuasive kid reminded me that I'm in very capable hands,"
  
  With that last sentence, Marie Lacroix smiled at the young Ward, before excusing herself and walking towards another group of people. Alexander smiled bright, for real this time, and puffed out his chest, feeling extremely proud of himself; he scanned the room with his eyes, and when he finally saw his parents, he made his way towards them.
  
  It was time to give them the good news.
  

  WC: 806 words.

Items: None

Character: Alexander Ward

1. Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
2. Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO
3. Is your character a Duelist? YES NO

4. Stats Update (added +2 to Evasion, +1 to Wisdom, AP and Accuracy; total of +5)
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 9
Arcane Power: 8
Accuracy: 8

40/40

5. Abilities

• Charmer (1st year ability, already accepted)

• Perfectionist (Applying in the reducio)
  Reducio

  
  Being the son of Janice and Claudius Ward was not always easy. Since he was young, Alexander had to prove to everyone that he was worth of his family name; that meant he needed to always be perfect, ready for anything: his clothes would have to be of the finest quality, and always in pristine condition; the same thing applied to his hair, that were never too long or messy.
  Of course, all of this plus his ambitious and thorough personality impacted his way of studying as well.
  
  Whenever he faced a new spell at school, he would spend an insane amount of time researching the etymology of the word; he believed that if he understood better where the spell's name came from, he could pronounce it better. After that, he would spend hours just repeating, over and over again, the name of the spell; then he would do the same with the wand movement and only once everything was perfect, he would try and cast the spell for the first time.
  
  Some people might have said he was a little too obsessed with getting the spell's pronunciation and wand movement right, but for Alexander all of that practice was worth it. If he wouldn't take his time practicing the spell, if he would just try and see what would happen, the chances of failure would be way too high for his liking; he needed to be good, perfect, even at his first try.
  
  His parents were incredibly skilled spell casters, and he could not imagine them failing not even once; if some of his classmates preferred stying outside and relax during their free time, Alexander would often practice the spells he had learned. "Practice makes perfect," was one of the mottos he would often repeat in his head when, his wand in his hand, he would cast a spell for the 20th time in a row.
  
  There was no room for failure, not for him.
  
  With his family name on his shoulder, the weight of their job, their legacy, he could not afford any error. Of course, sometimes it would get a little overwhelming for the young boy, especially if a spell was particularly complicated, or during the exams weeks when the time to over-practice would be too little for his likings; but Alexander never backed down from a challenge, he was way too ambitious for that.
  
  He would have made his parents and the whole family proud.

  WC: 409 words.