Work In Progress... ☼ Liron Aceso ☼ Griffyndor 1st Year
Full Name: Liron Aceso
Age: 11-12
DOB: Febuary 22nd 2014
Pronouns: He/Him
House: Griffyndor
Residence: London [ Current ] Greece [Previous]
Nationality: Greek
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Special Ability: Seer [ Pending ]
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𝄞 History 𝄞
Liron was brought up in a warm and loving home. Both of his parents specialized in medicine muggle and magical alike, despite both being from pureblood bloodlines. They owned a medical practice of their own in Greece. Attached to his mother’s hip, Liron grew up around both muggle and magic medicine. Within him, she instilled values of patience and empathy, and before he could even speak, he was eager to help her in her work. His mother worked with sick children, typically those orphaned or in poor living conditions, so from the very beginning, Liron knew how fortunate his situation was, as well as having a noble role model to look up to. His father managed magical ingredients and common potions; he taught Liron about them from time to time, as well as bookkeeping and how to run a successful business. Although very useful and grateful for his father's business prowess, Liron more often than not much better liked the humanitarian and medicinal side of his mother's work. Along with his loving family, he has his childhood friend Strike, whom he cherishes deeply. His father and Strike's parents are business partners in a way, so they’ve grown up together, and Liron basically considers Strike as family. They take yearly trips to London over the summer together, too! Liron goes with his father as his mother stays behind. She says it’s because his father’s side of the family that lives there doesn't like her very much. Although Liron never had any issues, whenever they did go to London, they’d stay over at his cousin's house. [Though he’d much more accurately equate it to a mansion ] Liron is quite fond of his younger cousin Finlo; the boy seems to idolize him, though Liron was unsure what he did to acquire such adoration.
About a year before his acceptance, he was sent to live with his cousins in London. According to his father, their medical practice was going through a rough patch and not wanting the instability to affect Liron’s studies, it would be better if he stayed with the extended family he was familiar with. Despite having many questions, most of which were dodged, being the dutiful son he is, Liron abided by his parents' wishes without much protest. Though after he was relocated, communication with his parents became sparse, vague letters at best. With little communication with his family, he enters his first year at Hogwarts with much bigger worries than a new school.
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𝄞 First Instance of Magic 𝄞
“Careful… I have a bad feeling about this.” Liron quietly chides Strike. They'd found themselves on the rooftop to watch the sunset as their parents' meeting ran late. It took some convincing, but they both were sitting, legs dangling off the edge of the building. The younger boy beside Liron stood up, balancing on the edge, testing Liron’s poor heart.
“Don't worry, I do this stuff all the time for training. But look at how pretty!” Liron shakes his head before his eyes momentarily leave his friends’ reckless actions to take in the pinks and indigos of the setting sun. Big mistake. Maybe if he were more attentive, it wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if he were stronger, he could’ve held on. Liron moved before his friend could even cry out. His hand grabbed the others’ to no avail; the momentum overtook both of them, sending them over the edge. Before they knew it, they were free-falling down the side of the building
“LIRON!!” The fear in Strike's voice shook Liron out of his daze. Instinctively, he pulled the young boy in, as if hoping to break the others' fall with his own body. But from this height, survival seemed slim. Panic began to set in, yet Liron still wished to comfort the other.
“I-it's okay, I’ve got you,” was all he managed to answer as he held Strike close. The winds around them were bitter and cold, but their bodies next to each other were warm. Liron looked at the setting sun over the boy's curly blonde hair. He wondered, is this how the sun felt as it too dipped below the horizon? He closed his eyes, bracing for impact, his only wish? To laugh with his mother one more time. And then everything went dark.
When Liron came to, he found himself in a hospital bed and a blonde head of hair resting at his side.
“S-strike?”
Liron later found out their fall had been slowed by a warm gust of upward wind. Liron had taken the brunt force of the leftover fall. Liron passed out due to pain; nothing broken that magic couldn’t fix, and Strike came out unscathed from the whole ordeal. He’s the one who went and got the parents to get Liron help.
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Age: 11-12
DOB: Febuary 22nd 2014
Pronouns: He/Him
House: Griffyndor
Residence: London [ Current ] Greece [Previous]
Nationality: Greek
Blood Status: Pure Blood
Special Ability: Seer [ Pending ]
••─────⋅☾☼☽⋅─────••
𝄞 History 𝄞
Liron was brought up in a warm and loving home. Both of his parents specialized in medicine muggle and magical alike, despite both being from pureblood bloodlines. They owned a medical practice of their own in Greece. Attached to his mother’s hip, Liron grew up around both muggle and magic medicine. Within him, she instilled values of patience and empathy, and before he could even speak, he was eager to help her in her work. His mother worked with sick children, typically those orphaned or in poor living conditions, so from the very beginning, Liron knew how fortunate his situation was, as well as having a noble role model to look up to. His father managed magical ingredients and common potions; he taught Liron about them from time to time, as well as bookkeeping and how to run a successful business. Although very useful and grateful for his father's business prowess, Liron more often than not much better liked the humanitarian and medicinal side of his mother's work. Along with his loving family, he has his childhood friend Strike, whom he cherishes deeply. His father and Strike's parents are business partners in a way, so they’ve grown up together, and Liron basically considers Strike as family. They take yearly trips to London over the summer together, too! Liron goes with his father as his mother stays behind. She says it’s because his father’s side of the family that lives there doesn't like her very much. Although Liron never had any issues, whenever they did go to London, they’d stay over at his cousin's house. [Though he’d much more accurately equate it to a mansion ] Liron is quite fond of his younger cousin Finlo; the boy seems to idolize him, though Liron was unsure what he did to acquire such adoration.
About a year before his acceptance, he was sent to live with his cousins in London. According to his father, their medical practice was going through a rough patch and not wanting the instability to affect Liron’s studies, it would be better if he stayed with the extended family he was familiar with. Despite having many questions, most of which were dodged, being the dutiful son he is, Liron abided by his parents' wishes without much protest. Though after he was relocated, communication with his parents became sparse, vague letters at best. With little communication with his family, he enters his first year at Hogwarts with much bigger worries than a new school.
━─━────༺༻────━─━
𝄞 First Instance of Magic 𝄞
“Careful… I have a bad feeling about this.” Liron quietly chides Strike. They'd found themselves on the rooftop to watch the sunset as their parents' meeting ran late. It took some convincing, but they both were sitting, legs dangling off the edge of the building. The younger boy beside Liron stood up, balancing on the edge, testing Liron’s poor heart.
“Don't worry, I do this stuff all the time for training. But look at how pretty!” Liron shakes his head before his eyes momentarily leave his friends’ reckless actions to take in the pinks and indigos of the setting sun. Big mistake. Maybe if he were more attentive, it wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if he were stronger, he could’ve held on. Liron moved before his friend could even cry out. His hand grabbed the others’ to no avail; the momentum overtook both of them, sending them over the edge. Before they knew it, they were free-falling down the side of the building
“LIRON!!” The fear in Strike's voice shook Liron out of his daze. Instinctively, he pulled the young boy in, as if hoping to break the others' fall with his own body. But from this height, survival seemed slim. Panic began to set in, yet Liron still wished to comfort the other.
“I-it's okay, I’ve got you,” was all he managed to answer as he held Strike close. The winds around them were bitter and cold, but their bodies next to each other were warm. Liron looked at the setting sun over the boy's curly blonde hair. He wondered, is this how the sun felt as it too dipped below the horizon? He closed his eyes, bracing for impact, his only wish? To laugh with his mother one more time. And then everything went dark.
When Liron came to, he found himself in a hospital bed and a blonde head of hair resting at his side.
“S-strike?”
Liron later found out their fall had been slowed by a warm gust of upward wind. Liron had taken the brunt force of the leftover fall. Liron passed out due to pain; nothing broken that magic couldn’t fix, and Strike came out unscathed from the whole ordeal. He’s the one who went and got the parents to get Liron help.
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Work In Progress... ☼ Liron Aceso ☼ Griffyndor 1st Year
☼ Liron's Trunk ☼
Special Abilities:╔═·༻𐫱༺·════╗
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 0
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 10
ArcPower: 10
Accuracy: 0
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