John Penton/First Year/Gryffindor.
Full Name: John Penton
House: Gryffindor
Age: 11
Wand: 26,7 cm rosewood and unicorn hair
School Year: First year
Species: Human
History/Background Story: John was born 25 Jan 2011 in the United States to a muggle family. Even as a baby he was a little too skinny and as he started growing up anything he ate seemed to make him taller rather than heavier. Eventually his parents had to just accept the fact that he wouldn't any much needed mass anytime soon.
John was a very curious boy. The amount of wonder that hid behind his eyes was almost stunning for still being only 4 years old. Any bit of knowledge that was thrown at him was eaten up like some kind of online database. Trying to keep up with his insatiable mind his parents had introduced him to the wide world of reading.
By the time he was in 1st grade he was already reading through all the books in the house. His parents started to get worried though because he wasn't social at his school. To be honest he wasn't very social at all. He kept to himself most of the time, huddled into a corner clutching some kind of book in his thin hands.
Progressing through the years not much had changed. He had started to become more and more recluse. Avoiding just about everyone except for his parents and the librarian he often went to visit. His school life wasn't horrible but it wasn't great either. He was always at the top of his class due to his excessive amount of studying. The downfall to that however was that he was viewed as a "Nerd" or a "Teacher's pet" and wasn't one that people made friends with.
His only escape was to the books that he enjoyed so much. It was pretty much a never ending cycle but, hey, there wasn't anything John wanted to do about it. He found that he enjoyed his solitary life and that having "friends" would probably lessen his time to read his favorite novels.
It wasn't until the night that changed his life that he thought any different. His first instance of magic was at the age of 9 years old. He was holed up in his room as always reading a novel he had recently got from the library. It was about a pirate crew venturing into a harrowing storm to make it to the island they hoped would be bountiful in treasure. His parents had been down the stairs enjoying an action movie about a guy avenging his dog or something. He was starting to get into the rhythm of the book the methodical grunts of crewmen hauling lines and running up and down the deck doing whatever orders they were given. The captain shouting out said orders to the crew below while keeping the ship on course, he could practically feel the rain soaking his back. Wait, he could feel the rain soaking his back, leaping of his bed he noticed that the floor was soaked with water. He whipped his head around trying to find where it was coming form only to realize, it was coming from the ceiling. Not from one part like a leak but from the entire ceiling like it was a rain cloud. Calling for his parents to help John hopped quickly out the door slamming it shut. Safe to say that his parent weren't thrilled opening the door to find nothing but wet floors. Plus it didn't help that his parents were always on his case about making new friends.
Now that he find himself in none other than The Wizarding school John has taken it upon himself to fulfill his parents wishes and make as many friends as possible.
It should also be noted that he heard Hogwarts has an amazing library.
“I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.” :Bruce Lee
Sta: 5 | Eva: 6 | Str: 3 | Wis: 7 | Arc Power: 7 | Acc: 7
House: Gryffindor
Age: 11
Wand: 26,7 cm rosewood and unicorn hair
School Year: First year
Species: Human
History/Background Story: John was born 25 Jan 2011 in the United States to a muggle family. Even as a baby he was a little too skinny and as he started growing up anything he ate seemed to make him taller rather than heavier. Eventually his parents had to just accept the fact that he wouldn't any much needed mass anytime soon.
John was a very curious boy. The amount of wonder that hid behind his eyes was almost stunning for still being only 4 years old. Any bit of knowledge that was thrown at him was eaten up like some kind of online database. Trying to keep up with his insatiable mind his parents had introduced him to the wide world of reading.
By the time he was in 1st grade he was already reading through all the books in the house. His parents started to get worried though because he wasn't social at his school. To be honest he wasn't very social at all. He kept to himself most of the time, huddled into a corner clutching some kind of book in his thin hands.
Progressing through the years not much had changed. He had started to become more and more recluse. Avoiding just about everyone except for his parents and the librarian he often went to visit. His school life wasn't horrible but it wasn't great either. He was always at the top of his class due to his excessive amount of studying. The downfall to that however was that he was viewed as a "Nerd" or a "Teacher's pet" and wasn't one that people made friends with.
His only escape was to the books that he enjoyed so much. It was pretty much a never ending cycle but, hey, there wasn't anything John wanted to do about it. He found that he enjoyed his solitary life and that having "friends" would probably lessen his time to read his favorite novels.
It wasn't until the night that changed his life that he thought any different. His first instance of magic was at the age of 9 years old. He was holed up in his room as always reading a novel he had recently got from the library. It was about a pirate crew venturing into a harrowing storm to make it to the island they hoped would be bountiful in treasure. His parents had been down the stairs enjoying an action movie about a guy avenging his dog or something. He was starting to get into the rhythm of the book the methodical grunts of crewmen hauling lines and running up and down the deck doing whatever orders they were given. The captain shouting out said orders to the crew below while keeping the ship on course, he could practically feel the rain soaking his back. Wait, he could feel the rain soaking his back, leaping of his bed he noticed that the floor was soaked with water. He whipped his head around trying to find where it was coming form only to realize, it was coming from the ceiling. Not from one part like a leak but from the entire ceiling like it was a rain cloud. Calling for his parents to help John hopped quickly out the door slamming it shut. Safe to say that his parent weren't thrilled opening the door to find nothing but wet floors. Plus it didn't help that his parents were always on his case about making new friends.
Now that he find himself in none other than The Wizarding school John has taken it upon himself to fulfill his parents wishes and make as many friends as possible.
It should also be noted that he heard Hogwarts has an amazing library.
Last edited by John Penton on 30 Oct 2022, 01:52, edited 1 time in total.
“I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.” :Bruce Lee
Sta: 5 | Eva: 6 | Str: 3 | Wis: 7 | Arc Power: 7 | Acc: 7