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Basic Info

Full Name Philip Tucker	House Ravenclaw	Age 11
Birthday August First	School Year First Year	Species Dhampir

Wand

30,6 cm walnut wood and phoenix feather

History

Pre-Hogwarts

There is not much to say about Philip Norman Tucker. Phil was born on August 1st, 2011. Phil was just an average boy living an average life, the Tuckers where an upper middle class family. His father Tom Tucker working a respectable office job and his mother Oliva Tucker working at well known restaurant as a chef. His relationship with his parents was strained but only do to them working more than spending time with the boy himself. Aside from that Phil and his parents had a wonderful relationship. The first few years of his life Phil lived in New Hampshire, he was included in a wonderful friend group of five. Three girls being, Jasmine, Morgan, and Victoria, one other boy being Victor. Morgan was the eldest of the group being a year and a half older than Phil. Victoria followed closely being around a year older than the boy. Victor was older than Phil by a few months and Jasmine was the youngest of the group. They all had met each other one day at a public park. Their personality's while clashing blended well together in the group. In the end Jasmine and Philip ended up being dragged into the groups misshapen adventures. Though the friendship ended quickly soon after his father work place was stationing him in England on a work visa for at least seven years. Forcing them all to move to London. In this time his parents began to love the country due to its differences from America and the people there. Having met the requirements the applied for naturalization when the boy was 10. Soon enough the Tuckers where officially citizens moving once more to Birmingham, claiming London just held too much people while Birmingham seemed to suite the family better. His mother finding a new job she never spoke of to the boy but seemed to enjoy. Not having a phone at such a young age he wasn't able to stay in touch with the four when they did leave the US. Currently Philip only has one good friend, a young boy with blonde hair and blue eyes with a slightly shorter frame than himself named Cyrus, who was born in the UK. The two met in a public school and have been close friends ever since, doing everything together.

Phil enjoyed reading and discovering new things. Unlike what most would assume the boy enjoyed fictional books more than the facts non-fictional books informed him of. He enjoyed the sense of wonder and curiosity that was peaked within him when it came to fictional books. And trying to understand how certain systems in that book/series worked. Going back to re-read it and take notes. Of course he knew it wasn't real, it was fiction after-all. Just fantasy and wants that could never be physically achieved. Or so he thought, until a professor that claimed they where from Hogwarts arrived at his house. This unknown professor shattered his and his parents view of the world, his parents going into a shocked state Whilst Philip had a whole new world opened up to him. He was elated, he wondered how it would work. Would it be similar to what he's read in some books? Would it be something completely different and new? The boy was filled with whimsical wonder and an open mind. Eventually his own parents slowly began to accept the idea as the professor explained on before taking there leave. Thank you's profusely spilled out of the boys mouth to his parents over and over. Not having any words to express his gratitude as he was slowly introduced to a magical world, he could actually call his own.

First Instance of Magic

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Philip was the age of six soon turning seven when the first noticeable incident of accidental magic occurred. It was raining heavily outdoors one night. His mother and father both out for work, leaving the boy alone with his hired nanny. Unknown to his nanny the boy sat wide awake in his bed waiting for the storm to pass, and leave their cozy home in peace. Though no matter how much he was capable of wishing the storm to begone, a six year old can't just make a storm disappear. Magic, and miracles of that size just don't exist. But that won't stop the boy from believing he couldn't wish the weather away; like the hero's in the books he reads.

Looking out his window cocked in blankets, he could make out the gloomy sky yet no longer the sun that once resided in it. Leaving the boy to gaze upon a murky gray pool of water, ripples constantly ripping through the pool as the sky shook with each thunderous boom. Shortly followed by a rapid streak of yellow lighting cascading downwards. Phil would have found it mesmerizing if it weren’t for the fact it was so loud. With every rumble of thunder he heard his form began to shake and clutch the blankets around him tighter. As if the blankets could protect him from any harm the sky could cause to the young boy. He imagined his dad here with him, reassuring Phil and lulling him into sleep despite the odds. He had always liked his dad more in the end. In the end his efforts were futile, Phil just couldn’t imagine his dad well enough to receive any comfort. Sure he could walk downstairs and ask to sleep with his nanny but he didn’t want his nanny to think he was still a baby. So he sat there on his bed, watching through his window as rain collided with everything in its wake. Yellow eels pranced the sky, explosions heard after the eels disappeared in the sky.

And then the lamp on his bedside table turned off. The power was out bathing the Tucker house in darkness. Doing the only reasonable thing, Phil threw his blankets over himself clutching his knees tightly to his chest. Hiding from any monsters that were now free to roam with the lights in the house off. He closed his eyes tightly hoping that any monsters that made it into his room followed the rule of blanket = safety. Even if they were monsters they would have to play by the rules… Right?

Minutes passed in relative silence apart from the thunder. Slowly he peeked his head out of his blanket. Gasping in awe at the sight that greeted him. A soft light basked the room, unable to reach all corners but illuminating the room in a way that made Phil comfortable. It seems to come from a small orb made of light floating in the room. Slowly peeling the blanket off he walked over to the light in a haze. Reaching out only for it to pass through his fingers. Plunging the six year old in darkness once more. Quickly he ran over to his lamp switching it on. Praying the power was back on. To Philips' relief it light up, no longer granting monsters entry into his room. Crawling back into his bed switching the lamp to a slightly dimmer setting, he looked at the curtains that now covered his window. While he could still hear the thunder, he wasn’t as afraid as he once was. Maybe it was because of the light.

Phil hoped he could meet the light again soon, he wanted to be friends with it! That way he could tell everyone and they would believe him. Phil went to bed that night with a smile, telling his parents about the encounter early in the morning as he stuffed his mouth with cereal. They only smiled and told him ‘that's a nice dream bud’. No matter how much he insisted it wasn't, they didn’t seem to believe the boy. Soon the six year old gave up and brought attention to his birthday that would occur in a week.

During Hogwarts

First Year:

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Sorted into Ravenclaw (Have not done any threads at the moment. Planning out threads with potential rp partners at the moment.)

Sorry that its basically a carbon copy of the biography I have when you click on me. I will expand upon this at a later date. For now this should suffice in being enough to be able to register. I hope-

Race: Dhampir

Abilities: N/A

Stats:
| Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 6 | Accuracy: 6 |

Potions known:
N/A

Spells known:
N/A