Sean James Coleman
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Name: Sean Coleman
Age: 16
Class: Wizard
Blood: Half-blood
FAMILY
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Mother: Chelsea Dover
Father: Leon Coleman
Brother(s): N/A
Sister(s): N/A
Other: N/A
APPEARANCE
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Playby: Ezra Miller
Hair: Short and black, coming down just above his eyes
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'8
Build: Slim-shouldered and small-framed
Skin: Pale
Clothes: When not at Hogwarts, Sean's favorite outfit is usually simple jeans and a tee-shirt. He feels he has too many more important things to deal with than clothes.
Overall Appearance: Sean usually wears his entire being casual, not really caring about his appearance but somehow managing to pull off a rugged attractiveness through that. His dark hair curls into a cowlick just above his eyes, which are observant, even cynical.
PERSONALITY
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Nationality: Irish
Good Qualities: + Extremely intelligent
+ Quick thinking
+ Quirky (could technically be good or bad to others, but he likes that about himself)
+ Creative/inventive
+ Surprisingly nice, concidering his aloof appearance
+ Great at transfiguration and potions, decent in other classes
Bad Qualities: - His sense of humor takes getting used to
- Overly logical at times
- As alluded to above, can come off as uncaring to a casual observer
- Exceedingly blunt
- Physically weak
- Can be accidentally unkind
- Disregard for the rules if he disagrees
Likes: + Muggle technology
+ Technical things
+ Reading
+ Video games
+ People he can banter with
+ Energy drinks
+ Pumpkin juice
+ Learning
Dislikes: - Frivolous people
- Being ignorant of things
- Boredom
- Physical exertion
- Large crowds
- Loudness in general
Fears: -Being alone
-Not being good enough
General Personality: As aloof as Sean appears, he's actually very up-tight and passionate, just not about "unimportant" things. Are people going to yell at him? Is he gonna pass the test? Is his most recent experiment blowing up in the dormitory? He feels he doesn't have time to worry about anything he views as frivolous. Though he does have his own guilty pleasures, he avoids indulging in those when he feels he needs to work.
When he's relaxing, he makes a lot of silly jokes, and can be very sarcastic. It takes awhile to get used to this about him, and it takes a decent bit
HISTORY
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Early Years: As an only child to a relatively well-off family, Sean got just about everything he wanted. His father worked in the ministry, and his muggle mother stayed at home with him. What he wanted most though was to learn. Everything was interesting to him, from the simplest science to the most complex magic. It was obvious he'd end up at Hogwarts and do well. He took everything so seriously, it even made his mom tell him to calm down from time to time and take a load off.
Hogwarts Years: During his Hogwarts years, his outwards serious personality made it hard to make friends. But there were some who he hit it off with and saw his more sociable side, and were often caught up in some of his escapades. He had fantastic marks, but wound up with a less-than-great discipline record because of it. Especially when he blew things up in his experiments, or was caught exploring the school after dark.
After Hogwarts / Adult: (If Applicable)
OUT OF CHARACTER
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Alias: Call me Varod, no harm in that.
RP Experience: Uhh... Six years?
Other Characters: Varod Gilther
How did you find us?: Friend of Christy's
RP Sample:- Spoiler:
V glanced up at the bartender and, not particularly hungry at the moment, promptly ignored him. "Restricted..." Varod looked at his friend long and hard. There was something else here, something that made all the pieces fit properly. He could almost taste it. It was so obvious that Daniel wanted to spill the beans, but it was his secret, and Varod knew he shouldn't prod. As he had his own...secrets. "Well, like I said, mostly odd jobs," he said with a noncommittal shrug to his own lie. "But I'm saving up money. Specifically trying to get a broomstick. I miss flying...God, do I ever. I haven't been on a broom since I was on the team."
It was at this point that Varod stretched slightly and felt a sharp pain on his arm. "Agh...dammit..." he murmured, as blood began to seep through the jacket he'd put over the torn shirt when he'd gotten hit before. "Must not have done that stupid spell right again..." Covering it with his hand so no one could see, he looked pleadingly at Daniel. "Man, listen, do you already have a room? I have to get out of here before people start coming in. I need to get this cleaned up."
There was no time for questioning this course of action. Besides, he'd rather Daniel know the truth than a whole bunch of wizards coming in for breakfast. This was going to really, really suck.