Clark Stellan|Hogwarts
°•☆•°CLARK STELLAN°•☆•°
𝓐𝓷
𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
𝓽𝓸
𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
𝓽𝓸
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"𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓌ℯ 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃?"- 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒮𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃
Clark Stellan|Hogwarts
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𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓼
𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻
𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓼
𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻
𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭
𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀
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❝𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷❞
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Ash Wood
Unicorn hair
31,7cm
Unyielding
𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀
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❝𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷❞
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❝Full Name:❞ Clark Stellan❝Birthday:❞ December 5th❝Residence:❞ Edinburgh, Scotland❝Nationality:❞ Scottish❝Gender:❞ Male❝Blood Status:❞ Pure-Blood▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
Gryffindor
Human
Hippogriff Holt
N/A
He/Him
Gay
❝:House❞Human
❝:Species❞Hippogriff Holt
❝:Dormitory❞N/A
❝:Patronus❞He/Him
❝:Pronouns❞Gay
❝:Sexuality❞▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
THE WAND OF──── ୨୧ ──────
⊱Wood:⊰Ash Wood
⊱:Core⊰Unicorn hair
⊱Length:⊰31,7cm
⊱:Flexibility⊰Unyielding
──── ୨୧ ───────CLARK STELLAN
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𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂
𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻
𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓷
𝓫𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻
𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓾𝓷
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Last edited by Clark Stellan on 13 Jul 2026, 22:20, edited 18 times in total.
"𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓌ℯ 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃?"- 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒮𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃
Clark Stellan|Hogwarts
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❝The Trunk holds the Truth
beneath the name- race,abilities
and the power
written in their stats❞
beneath the name- race,abilities
and the power
written in their stats❞
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✰•••༼Statistics༽•••✰
✶Stamina: - 6 +
✶Evasion: - 5 +
✶Strength: - 6 +
✶Evasion: - 5 +
✶Strength: - 6 +
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- 7 + :Wisdom✶
- 5 + :Arcane Power✶
- 6 + :Accuracy✶
- 5 + :Arcane Power✶
- 6 + :Accuracy✶
♟☆♞☆♝☆♜☆♛☆♚
✰•••༼Special Race༽•••✰
Werwolf
♟☆♞☆♝☆♜☆♛☆♚
✰•••༼Special Abilities༽•••✰
Healing Sage :II Year✶
✶Year III: ༞
༞ :VI Year✶
✶Year V: ༞
༞ :IV Year✶ ༞
✶Year VII: ༞
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Clark Stellan|Hogwarts
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𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽
𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽
𝔂𝓸𝓾....
𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽
𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽
𝔂𝓸𝓾....
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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼...
...𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮
...𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮
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✶Hair:Brown-Orange
✶Height:5'2
✶Eyes:Striking Blue |
Edge of brown
✶Marks:Scars all over
his body
 Copper-Dusted Waves |
x |  Amber Touched Azure |
x |  Moonlit Battle Marks |
ʎʞuɐꓶ puɐ ןןɐꓕ
ʎʇuı̣oԀ
ʎɯɯɐןƆ puɐ ǝןɐԀ
ʇuɐʇsı̣p ʇnq ןɐɹʇnǝN
spuɐɥ sı̣ɥ uo sƃuı̣ꓤ ʎuɐW
:ʎpoꓭ✶ʎʇuı̣oԀ
:ǝdɐɥS ǝɔɐℲ✶ʎɯɯɐןƆ puɐ ǝןɐԀ
:uı̣ʞS✶ʇuɐʇsı̣p ʇnq ןɐɹʇnǝN
:uoı̣ssǝɹdxƎ✶spuɐɥ sı̣ɥ uo sƃuı̣ꓤ ʎuɐW
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Clark has a soft
but striking appearnce, with messy Orange-brown orange hair
that falls naturally into place
without ever looking styles.
His striking blue eyes
have those slight rounding edge
of a soft brownish color,
giving him a thoughtful
and slightly distant expression.
His features are gentle
but defined with subtle cheekbones, a straight nose,
and full lips.
At 12, he is already around 1,58m tall,
making him noticeably taller
than most children his age.
His height in combination with his quiet demeanor,
makes him stand out without trying.
He has a tall and lanky body,
and moves with a certain Stillness, that carries a note of flexibility and tension.
Another feature that makes him stand out,
are his hands.
They are long and slender,
almot delicate, with a quiet
steadiness to the way he moves them.
He likes wearing rings,
which he developed from a young age on,
when he loved making himself rings out of flower steals.
Now he mostly wears those simple ones with small stones or thin metal bands.
They sit loosely on his fingers, catching the light when he moves his hand.
but striking appearnce, with messy Orange-brown orange hair
that falls naturally into place
without ever looking styles.
His striking blue eyes
have those slight rounding edge
of a soft brownish color,
giving him a thoughtful
and slightly distant expression.
His features are gentle
but defined with subtle cheekbones, a straight nose,
and full lips.
At 12, he is already around 1,58m tall,
making him noticeably taller
than most children his age.
His height in combination with his quiet demeanor,
makes him stand out without trying.
He has a tall and lanky body,
and moves with a certain Stillness, that carries a note of flexibility and tension.
Another feature that makes him stand out,
are his hands.
They are long and slender,
almot delicate, with a quiet
steadiness to the way he moves them.
He likes wearing rings,
which he developed from a young age on,
when he loved making himself rings out of flower steals.
Now he mostly wears those simple ones with small stones or thin metal bands.
They sit loosely on his fingers, catching the light when he moves his hand.
༞𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓴...
...𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷༞
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Last edited by Clark Stellan on 16 Jul 2026, 08:52, edited 15 times in total.
"𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓌ℯ 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃?"- 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒮𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃
Clark Stellan|Hogwarts
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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓼
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼
𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼.
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼
𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼.
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A person's personality is the poetry of their existence... |
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𝓒lark is a deeply introverted and quiet person,
someone who lives more in his thoughts
than in the moment. He observes everything,
details like moments, changes in someone's tone,
in the way people look at eachother,
but rarely comments on it.
Instead he stores it all away,
behind the build up walls, inside of him.
He keeps them well guarded, especially during his long,
sleepless nights.
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Clark's insomnia shapes a lot of who he is. Nights where his mimd is the most active, creative, the most observant, the most senaitive to everything around him. But it depends on the mood he was in, before attempting to sleep. Sometimes it gives him vivid ideas and a strong mind, putting focus on his hyperfixations, making him di deeper into facts, informations he already pursues, making him rethink everything he already knows. Other times, it leaves him restless and emotionally drained, unable to escape his own thoughts. Because of this, he often seems tired during the day, like he didn't sleep in days..
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Clark feels things very deeply, even if he doesn't show it. Loneliness, frustration, and quiet longing, sitting just beneath the surface, ready to burst. But even if they just sit beneath the surface, ready to come out, Clark has troubles expressing them, not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't know how to. Growing up with parents who were absent most of the time, he learned early to rely on himself, if Finlay wasn't there, and keep his feelings contained.
Despite everything, Clark has a strong sense of awareness and empathy. He understands people more than they realise, even if he keeps that understanding to himself. Deep down he craves connection, friends, or just someome he can talk to
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written not
in words
but in...
in words
but in...
kindness
resilience
laughter,
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and the
quiet ways
they choose
to love
the world
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and the
quiet ways
they choose
to love
the world
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𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴
𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮....
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴
𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮....
σr mαчвє
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thє fσurth níght
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thαt's just
thє fσurth níght
tαlkíng....
Clark‘s Insnomnia affects nearly every part of his life. He rarely sleeps deeply, which leaves him constantly tired, even when he tries to rest. During the day, especially after a rough night, he feels slow, unfocused, and slightly disconnected from everything around him, as if he\`s not fully present. At night, his mind becomes restless. Thoughts don‘t stop, they repeat theirself, growing, and becoming harder to ignore. smal things can turn into overwhelming worries, and the silence makes everything feel heavier. Because of this he often feels more alone at night than during the day.And His lack of sleep, often affects his mood on the next day. He can become irritable more quickly, and his emotions sometimes feel stronger and harder to control. At the same time, it makes him more observant and thoughtful. He notices details others miss and spends a lot of time
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴
𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮
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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓼
𝓶𝓮
𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮
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𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓼
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"𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓌ℯ 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶ℊ𝒶𝒾𝓃?"- 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒮𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃
Clark Stellan|Hogwarts
°★•°V. BACKSTORY & FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC•°★°
Backstory
Clark was born on October 3rd in 2013 in Edinburgh, Scotland, into a wizarding family. His parents, Eleanor and Marcus Stellan were both witches and wizards, known as a highly respected Auror duo. They both were rarely home. Their work kept them away for long hours, often leaving early, not returning straight for a few days. But even when they were present, they seemed rather distracted, caught up in their own thoughts or responsibilities. The house was quiet most of a time, becoming a normal thing when time passed. It didn't feel like home to Clark. There was no comforting warmth after a harsh day, no parents with soothing words, just three souls living under one roof, existing next to each other.
The house Clark grew up in a large, Victorian-style mansion that stands tall and imposing, its dark stone exterior giving it a cold, almost distant presence. The house rises over several floors, with steep roofs, pointed gables, and tall, narrow windows framed by aged stone. Some of the windows are slightly fogged or uneven, catching the light in a dull, muted way.
An iron gate guards the entrance, leading up to a long, worn path bordered by overgrown hedges and leafless trees. The garden is large but untended, with wild grass and climbing ivy slowly spreading across parts of the walls.
The front of the house is detailed with old carvings and stonework, now softened by time. A wide staircase leads up to heavy double doors made of dark wood, marked by age and use.
His room was painted in a king's blue, decorated with levetating candles, and flying stars. His bed was this wooden crafted king sized one, with too many pillows on it, and a thick blanket. His shelfs were full of books full of subjects he loved, beside some Quidditch merch and his big wooden wardrobe. Beside his nightstand stood a massive telescope, he used often, when the sky was clear, and he couldn't sleep.
His insomnia didn't come all at once, it built slowly. At first, Clark stayed awake waiting for his parents to come home, listening for the sound of the door or footsteps nearing his room. But the waiting turned into restlessness, when he realised they might not come back. And this restlessness turned into sleepless nights. Eventually, even when the house was quiet and there was nothing to say for, he couldn't sleep. That's why Clark began to distract himself, trying to will himself away from those thoughts that came back every night, stronger than the night before. He sat alone in his room, watching the stars through his telescope, and calculated angles, or just kept reading a book.
Clark also didn't have many friends. The only person he regularly spent time with, was his wizard neighbour Finlay Stewart. Finlay was in his mid-fourties, living alone, having no kids. He was everything, Clark wasn't. Loud, talkative, and full of energy and stories from his life. He filled every visits with new stories, with new words, Clark had to register, had to acknowledge were there. Sometimes being this caught up, he didn't realise Clark wasn't responding. Still, he kept showing up, knocking on the door, trying to include Clark whenever his parents weren't home. Their friendship was uneven. Finlay talked, Clark listened. He showed him things, gave him opportunities, his parents couldn't give him. And those small gestures mattered much to Clark, more than Finlay could know, even if the boy never showed it.
The house Clark grew up in a large, Victorian-style mansion that stands tall and imposing, its dark stone exterior giving it a cold, almost distant presence. The house rises over several floors, with steep roofs, pointed gables, and tall, narrow windows framed by aged stone. Some of the windows are slightly fogged or uneven, catching the light in a dull, muted way.
An iron gate guards the entrance, leading up to a long, worn path bordered by overgrown hedges and leafless trees. The garden is large but untended, with wild grass and climbing ivy slowly spreading across parts of the walls.
The front of the house is detailed with old carvings and stonework, now softened by time. A wide staircase leads up to heavy double doors made of dark wood, marked by age and use.
His room was painted in a king's blue, decorated with levetating candles, and flying stars. His bed was this wooden crafted king sized one, with too many pillows on it, and a thick blanket. His shelfs were full of books full of subjects he loved, beside some Quidditch merch and his big wooden wardrobe. Beside his nightstand stood a massive telescope, he used often, when the sky was clear, and he couldn't sleep.
His insomnia didn't come all at once, it built slowly. At first, Clark stayed awake waiting for his parents to come home, listening for the sound of the door or footsteps nearing his room. But the waiting turned into restlessness, when he realised they might not come back. And this restlessness turned into sleepless nights. Eventually, even when the house was quiet and there was nothing to say for, he couldn't sleep. That's why Clark began to distract himself, trying to will himself away from those thoughts that came back every night, stronger than the night before. He sat alone in his room, watching the stars through his telescope, and calculated angles, or just kept reading a book.
Clark also didn't have many friends. The only person he regularly spent time with, was his wizard neighbour Finlay Stewart. Finlay was in his mid-fourties, living alone, having no kids. He was everything, Clark wasn't. Loud, talkative, and full of energy and stories from his life. He filled every visits with new stories, with new words, Clark had to register, had to acknowledge were there. Sometimes being this caught up, he didn't realise Clark wasn't responding. Still, he kept showing up, knocking on the door, trying to include Clark whenever his parents weren't home. Their friendship was uneven. Finlay talked, Clark listened. He showed him things, gave him opportunities, his parents couldn't give him. And those small gestures mattered much to Clark, more than Finlay could know, even if the boy never showed it.
First Instance of Magic
Clark was eight when it happened. He was at home, alone again. The only one who stayed with him was his Butler, Finlay. Clark's day till Finlay engaged with him, wasn't exactly good going. He was frustrated and angry at his parents, for not being home this much. Finlay and him were in the living room. Clark was venting on Finlay, about his parents not being around as such as parents should be. His anger rose with every word that came out of his mouth. It felt so big, too heavy to carry. at some point his anger spilled over, Clark far to lose in his rage didn't realize it, something happened, till the air around them changed. A small flame flickered to life at the edge of Finlay's hat. It turned big in just a moment, and set Finlays whole that on fire. Clark's breath hitched. The anger drained instantly, replaced by a wave of cold fear. Everything felt frozen. Than the flame magically disappeared.
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