Grayson Ellis Ilvermorny

Name: Grayson Ellis School: Illvermorny House: Horned Serpent Year: First Status: Muggleborn Appearance: Grayson is a tall, pale, lanky boy standing at 5'5. He has a head of long, messy, curly, black hair that frames his slim face and reaches his chin, and even his shoulders when he doesn't cut it for long enough. He's ghostly pale, almost abnormally, dark eyebags contrasting his pasty skin. His eyes are a dark brown, almost black.

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Personality: Grayson's not much of an outgoing person. He's quiet and reserved, and at times he even seems quite irritable. Even once you get him to talk, he seems awkward and distant, even with how snarky he can be. But eventually, he warms up to people. To the small number of people he's entrusted, he's still quite sarcastic, but he's definitely more open when it comes to talking and joking around.

History: For the majority of his childhood, Grayson was a spectator. Everything seemed to fly past him. Things happened around him as he watched. He was born in a quiet, suburban town in Massachusetts. He had quite a normal upbringing. His father, a man named Thomas Ellis, had a stable job, and his mother, Jamie Ellis, a recently graduated nursing student, had refrained from finding a career to stay home and take care of Grayson. He had friends. He got good grades. Sure, his father was quite hard on him, a bit too hard for a child, but Grayson learned to endure it. And that was how his life was. Until he was eight, at least.

His father was a stern man. Not just towards him, but everybody. Even his mother. The two fought occasionally, but never anything too much. Grayson just drowned it out, like everything else. But they were on thin ice, and it was bound to break eventually. That night the boy had been playing in a football game, a sport he joined his father had convinced him to join. He didn't exactly enjoy it, but he was pretty good at it. His team was losing, and as he looked to the stands, he saw the stern, disappointed eyes of his father. So, as the ball fell into his hands, he ran as fast as he could, as hard as he could. It didn't end well.

Grayson was taken out of the game with a concussion. It really didn't hurt that much, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Sadly, his team lost. He really didn't mind that much. But his father thought otherwise. Sitting in a hospital bed, Grayson stared blankly as his father rambled about how he had been the cause of the team's loss. And that was when the ice broke.

After a loud argument about how hard Thomas had been on the young boy and how he had gone too far, Jamie took her son and left the Ellis household. The young boy and his mother went to stay with a friend for a few months, and once Jamie was able to get back on her feet, the pair moved to San Francisco for a nursing job Jamie was able to land with the help of her friend. It was definitely different for Grayson, and he never really adapted to his new home. The kids around him weren't so friendly either, and he was constantly teased. Grayson eventually just learned to ignore it.

Grayson was a bit of a late bloomer when it came to magic. His first instance was when he was a bit older, nine. He had come home from a particularly bad day, and his bottled-up emotions seemed to snap. He stormed his way to his room, the area around him as he walked by exploding. Papers flying everywhere, the lights flickering. When he made his way to the room the door shut on its own.

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