Name: Demo Chatura
Government Name [Not easily accessible Information] : Desmonia Agustino Chatura *none but direct family, staff, etc know. Open to owls to discuss how to ic know this


Age: 11
D.O.B: 20 August, 2015
Astrology: ☀︎︎ Leo | ִֶָ࣪☾. Aquarius | 🢁 Libra
Blood Status: Muggleborn
Parents: Mom dead, Dad alive
House: Hulfflepuff

_{For those who are really into astrology:}

Reducio

☀︎︎ Leo 10th H | ִֶָ࣪☾. Aquarius 4th H | 🢁 Libra 28.3 d
Mercury : Leo 10th H | Mars: Cancer 9th H
Venus : Libra 11th H | Jupiter Cancer 9th H
Saturn : Scorpio 1st H | MC : Leo

Physical Description:

If asked, he points to his hair - " 7551-C ", his cheek "7562-C" , his eyes " 1405-C . That should make enough sense, yeah?"

'Demo' - despite his upbringing, now looks like a fairly healthy child with a habit of never truly stopping movement. He has features found in typically southeast asian countries with toffee skin, expressive brown eyes that seem to show his heart on his sleeve - often raging from doomed boredom or excitable glee (even if he doesn't notice/ can't understand why). He's of average height with shoulder length deeply auburn hair thats often up in a high bun, light bangs framed the side of his faces. Upon closer inspection, there are faint scars under his eye, on the side of his chin, and elbows. Like he had often ran into things or fell on accident.

Mental Description:

Stares. " Y'know what. You're funny. I want to dissect you like a lego build. Don't worry - I'd want to put you back together. I think"

Eccentric and entirely self-serving, Demo eludes an aura of ' Idc, if I want it, I'll do it'. He has a technical way of seeing the world that comes from his early development. Growing up without much experience with other kids or social skills, Demo developed Alexithymia that gives difficulty in identifying emotions naturally when it comes to others as well as his own. To combat this, he finds comfort in imagining humans in a mechanical way as if they were parts of a machine or puzzle. His boundless curiosity makes him easily reach out to others in an attempt to 'understand better'. Sometimes not in the best way, such as testing them through words, obstacles, and situations. [OOC consent always needed]

[*I read and understand to do my best to not inaccurately write in the perspective of those with Alexithymia for this character out of respect for the mental condition]

Biography:

Desmonia Agustino Chatura, a presumed muggle - born on the August 20, 12 pm mid noon - would experience a memory he could never remember of crying in his mothers arms, the cold from her clothed arms and the joyful tear heavily outweighed an infant's fear, and her own.

No one truly left unscathed from that day. His muggle mother passed away from the strenuous labor of childbirth, Demo lived despite the limb deformities effecting his leg greatly, meanwhile his muggle father had lost part of himself returning to their home much too large for a single father and his son, deciding Indonesia had too much memories of his late wife - moved to the UK instead when Demo turned 4.

Demo once watched the Hunchback of Notre dam animated movie, and saw part of his child-like self in Quasimodo. Though his conditions were a lot better, given he was provided medical care, a large spacious home, staff of plenty accompanying him daily, he was a boy in a cage. Often sick, and with his reliance of wheelchairs and crutches, his father deemed he would be better suited to study from private tutors. Combating the isolation, was his desire to compensate. If his leg was useless, he would give what he got with his hands. Safe tinkering, small building toys, adult supervised woodworking, pottery, drawing - anything that he felt he could do with his hands - he'd do it.

He thought his life goal - as hazy as it was - was set already with a determined, almost vengeful motivation against those who determined his capabilities the second they saw him. I'll show em.

Magic, turned out - was his hero. After his first instance of magic, the medical world expanded in ways his family couldn't have ever thought off. Suddenly, his limb deformities weren't an issue. He could stand, walk, even run without assistance. One would think sky is now the limit now that this physical burden was released from the boy. Unfortunately, magic came too late.

His upbringing left a large unexplainable gap in his chest, like a beast that needed to be feed. Achievement, recognition, success. There were no more excuses not to give it. Hunger exceeded gratitude. Not that he couldn't tell what it was. He feels how starved he is, and yet could never name what. How Hogwarts would change anything, was up to fate. He was only 11 after all. There was time to grow, for better or for worse.

w/c: 386

First Instance of Magic:

This fateful day belonged to a 10 year old Demo, at the Chatura estate garden, coupled with a foul mood that was not missed judging from his expression. Unfortunately, it was fuel for his much older cousin, Adil. Already a late teen, set to inherit Demo's fathers company. While Demo sat on his wheelchair under a large old tree, Adil was stretching his legs. Playing this game called Hare Vs Tortoise. Rules were simple, Adil ran, Demo used a remote controlled car. Whomever crossed the finish line wins.

The problem? The controller was tweaked for unstable speed power. Giving the illusion of victory to Demo, while being a disrespectful jab at Demo's leg condition. Teenagers.

1 lost. 2. 6. 13. 8 wins in between, but he knew it meant nothing. Fuming on his wheelchair, he pushed the joystick as his cousins running figure became smaller and smaller.

He heard a crack, thinking it was the joysticks time to be a victim to Demo's anger. But no, it was the thick old branch over his head. An image Demo only registered from the blurred brown vision from the corner of his eye before his shut them closed. Symptoms akin to 'fear' enveloped him like never before, lost goals and unfulfilled dreams invaded his mind faster than he could think and identify.

In attempt of self preservation, the branch shrunk, like wrinkled chopstick from being an adult arms length to a twig and landed on Demo's lap. Demo opened his eyes,bewildered. Just as he figured he hallucinated, the twig returned to it's original size the second he looked back at his cousin, who came back running, panicked thinking a branch fell on Demo.

w/c: 274+

TRUNK

STATS
Stamina = 1
Evasion = 0
Strength = 10
Accuracy = 10
Wisdom = 10
Arcane P. = 4

35/35 - Human

Ability : Y 1 | Y 2