name: jackson everett flint
meaning: jackson meaning to follow after. everett meaning strong as a wild boar.
nickname(s): jax
birthday: february 14th
age: 24
pronouns: he/him
sexuality: heterosexual
siblings: maxine flint (twin)
parents: richard & amilyn flint
other family: seraphina parkinson (chosen family), cordelia greengrass (chosen family)
languages: english, italian, french
thought being sorted into gryffindor was a cruel joke
rather enjoys pissing off his parents, just to watch them squirm
his father verbally abuses his mother, cheats, and is an alcoholic. he never wants a marriage like that. it has turned her into a ghost of herself.
honestly might kill his dad one day.
his dad puts on a show for max and jackson has never had the heart to tell her the truth of how their father really is.
HATES being social, will do it for his friends and sister but would much rather be in a small group.
his fiance from his arranged marriage ran off with a muggleborn that she was in love with. (he encouraged her, but no one knows that except for very few people)
despite being a cyncial asshole, he has made some very important friendships
it might be cliche, but he loves a glass of whiskey and a cigar
he enjoys a good fight. not a magic fight, either. a fight where he gets to use his hands.
runs the fight club with sera
will always claim to be the older sibling, especially to max
name: theodora nikhazia zabini
age: 19
birthday: january 25
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: heterosexual
blood status: pureblood
species: human
affiliation: death eaters (unmarked)
family: mia zabini (mother), william zabini (father), thomas zabini (oldest brother, deceased), alexander zabini (older brother)
faceclaim: paulina singer
wizard stuff ~
former school & house: hogwarts, gryffindor
boggart: her tigress form in chains
patronus: tigress
current residence: her parent’s manor in the english countryside
hometown: her parent’s manor
occupation: unemployed
biography ~
Theodora has been a troublemaker since the day she was born. She was the third child, the youngest and a girl. By the time she came into the world her oldest brother, Thomas, was already well and truly established as the favourite. He was the golden boy, the Zabini heir. Alexander was the spare, the second son, just in case something ever happened to Thomas. Which left Theodora as…well nothing really. She was left in the care of nannies almost instantly, were it not for the gaudy family portraits strewn about the home she might have forgotten what her parents looked like. But that was fine with her. She didn’t care about power or prestige, Theodora craved freedom.
Her early childhood years were spent making life a living nightmare for her nannies. Her magic came in early and with force, wild and unpredictable like she was, and she took great pleasure in inciting chaos wherever she went. She would often go careening down the halls of her family home, leaving mayhem in her wake and her nannies trying desperately to clean up after her. While her parents usually wouldn’t care enough to intervene, there were the rare occasions where she would overstep a line - which usually earned her a hard slap and a few harsh words from her mother.
She wasn’t particularly close with her brothers growing up. Thomas went off to school when she was still too young to have made any meaningful memories with him, and she and Alex were too different to get along as children. School couldn’t come soon enough for Theodora, in the halls of Hogwarts she had more room to roam, more space to cause trouble. The Sorting Hat sat for a long time on little Theodora’s head before sorting her into Gryffindor. This development in her life was the first time she’d received any real attention from her parents. The Zabini daughter, sorted into Gryffindor? They took it as a personal slight against them.
Theodora on the other hand, didn’t care. She’d never cared for all those ideals her parents held in such high esteem. Concepts such as good and evil seemed so trivial to her, all that mattered was freedom. She only cared for education as much as she could use it to have fun, and when she began learning about animagi she knew she finally had something to focus on. What could be more freeing than being able to change forms at will? And besides, she may not have been incredibly close with her brothers, but she’d did take notice in what they did. And she could let Alexander have all the fun.
This and quidditch were the two things she really set her mind to in school. Quidditch was a good outlet for all the energy that got pent up while she was stuck in classes, and she achieved the position of chaser in her third year. She achieved the animals transformation towards the end of her seventh year, and was delighted when she slipped into her stripes for the first time. A tigress. What could be more splendid? She found such immense joy prowling through the Forbidden Forest in her new form, stalking the halls of her family manor when she returned home for holidays - hiding around corners to scare the household staff.
She wasn’t sure what she wanted to when she graduated, the thought of being tied to one job for the rest of her life terrified her. Instead she went travelling for a little while, exploring all the forests of the world, completely free of responsibilities, supported by a trust fund. Until Thomas died. Her parents called her home, apparently having their golden boy die had spooked them, and they wanted to keep her close to home. Suddenly the war seemed so much closer. And while Theo doesn’t care for ideals or causes, her family is wrapped up in the Death Eaters, and it’s her family money that keeps her living footloose and fancy free.
physical appearance ~
height: 5′6
hair colour: dark brown
eye colour: black, with flecks of gold
distinguishing features: her nails are always painted black and are often sharpened into points - if this is natural or she does it herself is a mystery. her irises are flecked with gold and upon close inspection there’s a slight amber ring around her pupils.
fashion style: her style is as wild as she is, bright colours and fun patterns, often loose clothes that are easy to slip in and out of when she’s shifting in and out of her tigress form because she cbf shifting her clothes with her.
hi it’s me i’m back with this lil bitch uhhh pls keep in mind that some of this is subject to change dependent on various plotting of the past present and/or future that is soon 2 come
Basics:
Name: fabian jasper prewett
Pronunciation: fay-bee-an
Meaning: great question
Birthday: august 24th, 1957
Age: 23
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: bisexual
Siblings: gideon prewett (twin), molly prewett (younger sister)
Parents: peter prewett & melody prewett (nee macmillan)
Other Family: the macmillan’s, most purebloods lets be honest lmao
Languages: english, irish
Current Residence: tbd stay tuned :)
Hometown: uhhhh also stay tuned :)
Wizard Fun:
Hogwarts House: ravenclaw
Year of Graduation: math is hard someone else who has a 23 year old figure it out and get back to me thanks
Occupation: auror
Pet: a PAINFULLY old owl named The Bard, old classmates will recognize him as the owl he had at school who was old as shit then, so honestly how the hell is he still kicking?? we don’t know
Blood Status: pureblood
Species: wizard
Patronus: bloodhound
Boggart: molly & gideon’s dead bodies teehee
Amortentia: lavender, wet grass, fresh wood, cinnamon
Wand type: red oak wood, core of dragon heartstring, 12″
Affiliation: order of the phoenix
Appearance:
Height: 6′1
Hair Color: brunette
Eye Color: brown
Typical Hair Style: messy and a little too long
Fashion Style: here’s his fashion pinterest board for this very reason: https://www.pinterest.com/notcharliebucket/hp-fabian-prewett/see-i-do-good-fashion/
Distinguishing Features: he has a shocking amount of scars and honestly 90% of them are from dumb shit, not order or auror shit. potions accidents, miscast spells, quidditch crashes, tripping on his own feet, getting into dumb fights, you name it.
he’s the older twin by a few minutes and therefore he is the eldest of the prewetts and he does make a point to bring that up in conversation with them whenever possible
has invented various potions throughout his illustrious side-gig as a potion maker (it’s a hobby), all of varying degrees of purpose and success, though his favorite is what is essentially an extremely overpowered redbull
fab is a full member of the order and is - and always will be - still fully dedicated to them. he’s taking this whole “losing” thing pretty hard lmao, “laying low” isn’t a part of his vocabulary so lil faby waby is adjusting
was captain of the ravenclaw quidditch team at hogwarts and still holds a large passion for the sport, he used to play on the local recreation team in the summer but he doesn’t have the time anymore. he DOES take the world cup very seriously though, go puddlemere!!!!
loves both of his siblings very very much don’t touch them don’t look at them weird don’t even tell them they’re stinky only HE can say they’re stinky
he's a very smart lad who will be serious and brainy when he truly needs to be but boy howdy does also do a lot of dumb shit
he’s throwing himself into his work at the moment to keep busy, taking double shifts and volunteering for every opportunity that comes his way and doing a loooot of paperwork.
fitness junkie masochist who goes on frickin like 4am/5am runs before work
he’s a big sweetie who loves to love people and he gives great hugs BUT he also holds massive grudges and will happily straight up fight anyone who is a dickwad
ummmm that’s all i have for now i am speepy but i am very excited to be back and writing with yall and cant wait to plottttt
name: narcissa lucretia black.
pronunciation: naar·si·suh loo·kree·shuh blak.
meaning: narcissa- daffodil, narcissism, numb. lucretia- to succeed, wealth.
birthday: october 3rd.
age: eighteen.
pronouns: she & her.
sexuality: heterosexual.
siblings: bellatrix black, andromeda black.
parents: cygnus black, druella black nee rosier.
other family: orion black (uncle), walburga black (aunt), alphard black (uncle), sirius black (cousin), regulus black (cousin), evan rosier (cousin).
languages: english, french, spanish, greek, gaelic, russian.
current residence: walden macnair’s home.
hometown: norfolk.
wizard fun:
hogwarts house: slytherin.
year of graduation: 1979.
occupation: socialite.
pet: two pet snakes named ophelia and desdemona.
blood status: pureblood.
species: witch.
patronus: luna moth.
luna moths represent rebirth, renewal of body and spirit, regeneration and may even symbolize the soul itself. luna moths, like many types of moths and butterflies, are quite beautiful in appearance and have docile personalities. their physical beauty and charm make these large moths symbols of reflection, nourishment and life.
boggart:
narcissa’s greatest fear is always feeling as powerless, controlled, and alone as she has been for the majority of her life. she sees so many people, even lowly mudbloods, with friends and love and warmth in their lives, but she doesn’t have it. she’s so afraid she never will.
amortentia:
snow.
the crisp, biting scent that hits your nose the second that you step foot outside the morning after a fresh snow is one of narcissa’s favorite things in the world. especially if it’s the first snow of the year. something about that is just so different and special. she couldn’t quite put into words the way winter made her feel.
christmas garland.
christmas was always exciting to narcissa because it meant that there would be more people in the household than just her sisters and parents. she loved seeing her aunts and uncles and grandparents and cousins, especially when they brought her presents. she also loved how much effort went into decorating their home for the holidays with garland, wreaths, candles, tinsel, and charms. narcissa was nothing if not a connoisseur of beauty.
peppermint.
narcissa, nor any of the Black sisters, were allowed sweets growing up. druella insisted that it would make them fat and lazy and completely undesirable. as a result, the closest thing they were allowed to have was peppermints, and narcissa went overboard on them. she almost always keeps a tin of them next to her bed.
wand type:
12 1/3″, pine wood wand with a unicorn hair core, understandably delicate.
pine is a quiet wood, not powerful, not weak. it is a softwood, and thus has a bit more yield, making it more inclined to a quick-learning but less powerful wands. it is, however, excellent for divination. pine wands choose independent, individual masters who may be perceived as loners, intriguing, and perhaps mysterious. pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect, and perform best for, owners who are destined for long lives, including garrick ollivander who had never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. the pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic. delicate wands are a special case. it takes special care to learn spells with this wand, but it is rarely extremely powerful. they tend to choose witches and wizards with somewhat frail personalities, and once a spell is learned, although it is not as strong, it is extremely reliable.
unicorn hair can be used in wandmaking; they produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages, most difficult to turn to the dark arts and the most faithful of wands. however, they do not make the most powerful of wands and are prone to melancholy if mishandled.
affiliation: narcissa is loyal only to her family.
appearance:
height: 5′6″.
hair color: pale blonde.
eye color: mint green.
typical hair style: parted in the center and hangs straight to her shoulders.
fashion style: narcissa wears only the color black unless it is a very special occasion. she only wears skirts and dresses, no pants. she prefers a short black dress with a high neckline and no sleeves with a late modern appearance. cissy wears boots with a heels most often. she has a love for jewelry that looks like bugs. [ fashion ]
distinguishing features: narcissa is known for being pale and icy in appearance and demeanor, but strikingly beautiful especially against the darkness usually around her. her eyes are hawklike and intelligent, but the rest of her expression is almost always unreadable. she has no blemishes to speak of, but a scar on her thigh and one on her collarbone.
personality:
positive traits: maternal. thoughtful. observant.
negative traits: icy. haughty. deceitful.
theme song: behind blue eyes by the who
headcanons:
narcissa likes bugs and insects decidedly more than she likes most people. there has never been a time when she wasn’t completely enamored and fascinated by the often spurned creatures. in her opinion, they are by far the most beautiful and stunning creatures. she has extensive knowledge of them and has created a haven for all manner of insects in the greenhouse at black manor.
narcissa has always secretly dreamed of going to study dragons in romania. she’s always loved them and been fascinated by them. however, she knows that would never be allowed so she would never voice it out loud. in fact, only a handful of people even realize how much she loves the creatures.
christmas is decidedly narcissa favorite time of the year. it is the one time that she allows herself to warm up and be totally enraptured by the holiday. her face will light up as bright as any tinseled tree. she will spend hours out in the snow and picks her presents meticulously for everyone she deems deserves one.
biography:
From the moment she entered this world, during that liminal time before the sun has risen, but the sky is still lighter than in the depths of the night, Narcissa was the antithesis to the traditional Blacks. Where her sisters, mother, father, cousins had dark hair, sharp features, cutting eyes, and venomous mouths, Narcissa was a ghost; soft, curved, delicate, haunting.
The third and final disappointment to Cygnus the Third who so desperately wanted a son, Narcissa was all but ignored by her father from the beginning. If he wasn’t presenting her with a lavishly expensive doll or gown, he didn’t care to talk to his youngest. Bellatrix was the apple of his eye.
Alternatively, Druella became enamoured with their fair daughter. Her features were unlike any others in the family, and Druella valued two things above all else; beauty and how that beauty can be useful to her. Before Narcissa was even capable of speech, she had a string of pearls too tight around her neck like a collar that her mother used to remind her that her grasp was inescapable. Her youth consisted of years of lessons, tutors, and strict schedules. Even by Fitzwilliam Darcy standards, Narcissa would be considered an accomplished young lady. The better she became at any given task, the more her mother demanded of her. There was no such thing as perfect to Druella, only more to improve upon. That was the beginning of Narcissa’s deceptions. She was certain to never show how talented she was, and let her family believe she was completely average.
She envied Andromeda, whose quiet nature and subdued appearance made her free of their parents tutelage. The middle child was left to her own devices and could go as she pleased throughout the day. If ever given a moment, Narcissa would soon enough steal away to a private corner of the attic, basement, or garden with an old tome from the Black’s personal library. Of course, her respites never lasted too long. The house elves, her sisters, or even her mother would find her and drag her back into the endless lessons. Narcissa never complained. She did all that her mother asked, biding her time.
The solitary light at the end of the tunnel was Hogwarts. Bellatrix had gone, Andromeda had gone, and Narcissa had been left solitary for a year, yearning for the day she’d be able to board the train at King’s Cross Station and disappear to a year away from her suffocating mother. It occurred to her a few months before she was meant to leave for school that perhaps her mother wouldn’t allow it. She even thought she’d overheard Druella begging Cygnus to let her homeschool Narcissa for the rest of her academic career, but thankfully, he’d sternly refuted his wife. Narcissa needed to be sociable and influential at school if the Black family was to continue its powerful grip on society.
Druella wept when Narcissa packed her trunk for her first year. She’d been distraught about her youngest daughter leaving for weeks. Their mother kept wringing her hands and proclaiming that she had no idea what she would do with her time now. Narcissa feigned regret for leaving and assured her mother that she’d find some way to fill her time. However, Narcissa had never been more excited to experience the freedom that came with school. From the moment she stepped on the train, it felt as if a world lifted from her shoulders. Even her pearl necklace didn’t feel quite so strangling.
Narcissa sat in a compartment with Andromeda and a few of her classmates instead of trying to find other first years to talk to. Frankly, she appreciated simply looking at the scenery as they went along. She enjoyed just sitting and being without having to do anything. Andromeda warned her that there would be people at Hogwarts who would have heard of her, and there would be plenty of rumors about her and her family, but Narcissa didn’t care. They could say that she was the devil incarnate, and she’d still be excited to hear a voice that wasn’t her mother’s saying it.
After the sorting ceremony, she began to realize the full implications of her sister’s warning. She unpacked her trunk in the Slytherin dormitory with the rest of the first year girls and attempted to make her first friends. They all smiled until names were exchanged. She heard the whispers when her back was turned. They only intensified when the eldest Black sister appeared to check on Narcissa her first day. After a quick greeting and good luck, Bellatrix told the rest of the Slytherin girls to be nice to her sister or else. As kind as the gesture had meant to be, it assured Narcissa a rather lonely first year. Even those who wanted to suck up to a Black sister didn’t bother to talk to Narcissa for fear of invoking Bellatrix’s wrath. Not to mention, Andromeda came off far more personable- an easier friend.
Narcissa threw herself into learning who she actually was. She had plenty of free time without friends to worry about and without her mother’s constant presence, though she did have to dedicate a portion of her week to responding to her mother’s letters. She decided to have average marks in her classes despite fully understanding the material and even studying further than what the classes required. It was to her advantage the world continued to see her as the beautiful sister. While the rumors about her spread even more, Narcissa became more and more lonely. She decided to play into the persona that everyone had created for her.
Her school life continued as such until the middle of her third year. Narcissa began to study legillimancies and occlumencies. She was very good at it. Disturbingly good at it. During the middle of the night, she began to explore the innermost thoughts of her schoolmates, professors, and anyone else she thought would be interesting to understand. The more accomplished she became, the more willing she was to do what was ethically questionable. The more ethically questionable her decisions became the more her curiosity for the darker arts and divination became. However, her studies no longer fill that space in her that craves connection.
Things changed when she agreed to an engagement with Lucius Malfoy prior to her graduation from Hogwarts. He was one of the few to ever see through her facades, and managed to melt away a bit of her ice over the years. However, it was soon revealed that he’d been promised to her by her father from the beginning making everything a lie. This enraged the girl who promptly called off the engagement and absconded from her parents home. While the Blacks are trying their best to keep this a secret, Narcissa has been well hidden from everyone looking to pull her back into the fold.
spoiler alert: this isn’t the proper intro form or truly a good intro at all but i rly wanna get him out there for plots/existence so i’ll eventually edit this post with the real intro but for now have this :)
cooper and maisie and logan are all equally the number 1 person in his life even tho he’s a little bitch who doesn’t like to show much affection xoxo buch fam
is a very good drummer, most often plays gigs with enzo, very much uses the drums to get his various life frustrations out
shares an apartment with teddy-ted-teddykins and enzoooooo
also works part-time for the WWN radio network, though that’s not insanely often and it’s just graveyard shifts playing music and delivering the occasional bout of news
an ex-slythy slytherin
loves to embrace the muggle half of the whole half-blood thing, he thinks wizardkind aren’t using half as much muggle shit as they could be and honestly it’s holding them back as a whole
very tall, his faceclaim is 6′5″ and therefore he is 6′5″ i don’t make the rules
he’s neutral in the war, definitely order-leaning although he doesn’t want to get too involved in any of that, he just wants to do his thing
he used to be much more full steam ahead, gotta do everything all the time gotta go fast gotta be a world famous drummer and run the whole radio station myself and fall in love and get rich and own the world and etc etc but ever since his parents [redacted] he’s super slowed down
he’s the kinda person who doesn’t want people to know that he’s having a rough time but also he’s bad at lying and it’s very fucking obvious that he’s having a rough time lmao
overall he’s generally just chill vibes??? likes to listen to music and just veg out and is a good guy to just sit in comfortable silence with, though he can absolutely go hard on a big night out
this is his pinterest board which literally only has like 30 pins so its not good yet by any means lmao but here’s the energy: https://www.pinterest.com/notcharliebucket/hp-ethan-buchanan/
i’ll make this a real intro soon with other stuff but for now here’s a lil bit about the lad :))))) pls hang out with him he just wants 2 vibe
HELLO it’s me again at it with another bad introduction, this time with miss bonnie! once again i’ll be editing this later on into a proper intro, but here’s a lil base level introduction for plotting/writing/getting to know her purposes!!
bonnie is co-owner of honeydukes with her (slightly) older sister, birdie. she loves the shop with all her soul and so help you if you’re a teenager trying to vandalize the place because boy howdy will she go off
was a gryffindor at good ol hoggy hogwarts
pureblood, and publicly she’s aligned herself with the death eaters to keep herself, her family, and her business safe, but anyone who’s close to her knows that it’s just entirely appearances and she doesn’t actually vibe with the death eater shit lol
despite working at a candy shop day and night she actually doesn’t like sweets that much, she prefers hearty comfort foods
if hogsmeade had an HOA she would absolutely be on the board, she often visits other shops just to see how they’re doing, she’ll sometimes suggest ideas for how to make their storefronts more “presentable,” just wants hogsmeade to pop off especially with how it has been, uh, Not popping off lately
we don’t trust men in this household
she wears her heart on her sleeve and will not be afraid to tell you how she’s feeling (but also isn’t an idiot and won’t, like, cause unnecessary troubles for herself by speaking her truth lmao)
loves her sister very very very much and despite being the younger of the two she feels insanely protective over birdie, almost to the point of being a bit Too Much, Babe
just lives to VIBE okay
girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep xoxo
this is her pinterest board it is small at the moment but it is mighty https://www.pinterest.com/notcharliebucket/hp-bonnie-blake/
name: xenophilius aeon lovegood.
pronunciation: zeh·noh·fee·lee·uss ee·aan lah·ve·good.
meaning: xenophilius- lover of the strange. aeon- age.
birthday: february 1st.
age: twenty-six.
pronouns: he & they.
sexuality: pansexual.
siblings: step-siblings.
parents: diogenes lovegood, eurydice fawcett nee carrow.
other family: alpheus fawcett (step-father).
languages: english, french, greek, japanese, korean.
current residence: tbd.
hometown: devon, england.
wizard fun:
hogwarts house: ravenclaw.
year of graduation: 1976.
occupation: philosopher & freelance consulting magizoologist.
pet: niffler named xanadu.
blood status: halfblood.
species: wizard.
patronus: narwhal.
this patronus symbolizes magic, freedom, and empathic abilities. a narwhal is the unicorn of the sea – channeling magic through its tusk as it points to the sky, constantly remembering its spiritual mission. narwhal uses its own self to connect to the divine and feel into deeper realities. those with this patronus don’t need a special tool or gear to be connected. they are part of the universe and can tap in at any time. their unique tusk is packed with thousands of sensory receptors. the spiral shape guides the natural flow of growth and perspective as this antenna feels deeply into its environment. narwhals are incredibly empathic and sensitive, noticing and experiencing things beyond the average gates of perception. so sensitive in fact, that no narwhal has ever been successfully kept in captivity for long. those with this patronus need freedom and space. they will seek out a nurturing social pod that respects your sensitive nature as a gift.
boggart:
xen sees contracts. he sees an interrogation light. he is terrified of those in positions of power using his emotions to control him. he fears extortion and most of all, losing his integrity and free will to choose.
amortentia:
walnuts.
sweet and nutty, but also with just a bit of chemical scent, walnuts are rumored to be what space smells like, and xen could believe it. he has always felt a fondness for the scent. in many ways, it reminds him of home.
wildflowers and mint.
it is a strange combination of floral and menthol smells that invigorate both the sense and the imagination. both are earthy and natural, but absolutely distinct.
burnt almond cookie.
xenophilius’s mother was not a very good cook even though she tried very hard to be an expert. in fact, she regularly found herself burning food while being distracted by other things. so often that xen considered just slightly burned cookie far more palatable than the normal ones. he was the only one who like almond so he always knew they were made just for him.
wand type:
13 3/4″, sycamore wood wand with a unicorn hair core, boundless.
the sycamore made a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. it was a quirk of these handsome wands that they might combust if allowed to become 'bored', and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, were disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they asked it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. as may be deduced, the sycamore's ideal owner was curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrated a capacity to learn and adapt that earned it a rightful place among the world's most highly-prized wand woods. unicorn hair can be used in wandmaking; they produce the most consistent magic, least subject to fluctuations and blockages, most difficult to turn to the dark arts and the most faithful of wands. however, they do not make the most powerful of wands and are prone to melancholy if mishandled.
affiliation: xenophilius does not associate with any political movements. (order leaning)
appearance:
height: 5′ 8″.
hair color: silver.
eye color: dark brown.
typical hair style: kept a mid length, around his jaw and chin, it usually is very windswept and loose. he occasionally will style it by tying it up in a little ponytail or gel it into various spikes.
fashion style: his pants are too tight and his shirts are too loose. xen can very often be found in jumpers with cosmic motifs. he prefers to wear shimmering and silky fabrics and colors that give a metallic sheen. chains, baubles, charms, and other assorted accoutrements are essential. [ fashion ]
distinguishing features: xen is a short king and people have noted that he has a very impish looking face. he is a little cross eyed. there are tattoos on various spots of his body. one on his left ankle of a flying saucer, a large piece on his back of ‘extraterrestrial magic markings’, and a narwhal on the back of his right elbow.
personality:
positive traits: funky. devil may care. unprejudiced.
negative traits: impertinent. odd. anarchist.
theme song: starman by david bowie
headcanons:
when xen first stumbled upon the crashed satellite, close neighbor and lifelong friend, arthur weasley, was the first person he grabbed to show and explain his new theories. arthur immediately agreed to help him build a magical machine that could help take him back to the stars. they often work on it together at the burrow.
xen writes and prints a zine primarily focusing on his philosophical ideations, the ethos of the extraterrestrial, and an index and deep descriptions of magical creatures that mainstream society largely ignores or believes to be fantasy.
he definitely knows how to play a theremin. it is one of his favorite past times, and he claims that it is a soothing sound which helps him clear his mind when experiencing any form of writer’s block.
biography:
eurydice carrow was the oft forgotten middle child of a well to do pureblooded family that desired a place of belonging. diogenes lovegood was a halfblooded rapscallion who wanted nothing more than to experience all that life had to offer. both were too young and too immature when they met to realize that while they might be in love, they were wildly incompatible. their marriage lasted only long enough to see the birth of a child. diogenes hung around to give him the family name then disappeared on a breeze without so much as a farewell or explanation.
so eurydice raised xenophilius alone for the first five years. the mother and child lived in a little shack on the edge of another family’s property. the rent was a little steep, there was only one bedroom, the kitchen stove still required chopping wood, and the building was practically falling apart. however, there was always a well tended garden of dirigible plums and an assortment of critters who made themselves equally at home. during this time, xen developed a deep well of empathy and endless curiosity.
despite the less than common circumstances of his home life, xenophilius rarely felt as though anything was lacking. their simple life never seemed odd as he had nothing else to compare it to. eurydice did not share that perspective. so she decided to remarry an amiable gentleman in a similar situation to her. they moved into his nicer home in ottery st catchpole, and xen into a basement that was converted into a bedroom. he had never felt so out of place in his life.
unfortunately, that was a feeling xenophilius never quite seemed able to shake. it lingered. it became exacerbated as his mother, step-father, and step-siblings grew comfortable together and began to thrive while he obviously did not belong here. xen grew to hate that house. where was his real father? why did his mother think he suddenly needed one now? why did this nuclear family feel so forced and wrong? it was supposed to be perfect.
most of his time came to be spent out exploring the neighborhood. xen liked to befriend to local fauna, experiment with the flora, and observe the people both magic and muggle alike. his curious nature never faltered, and he made close friends with a handful of the other kids that resided in the area. they became the sort with whom xen shared all of these difficult coming of age thoughts.
then one summer night, a loud explosion and crash startled him from bed. while it still woke the whole house, it was surprisingly loud even in the muffled basement. his step-father exclaimed that something fell from the sky. they would go report it tomorrow, but everyone should go back to sleep for the night. xen knew that would never happen. instead he snuck out and gathered his friends to go look for the impact site together. they found what was later thought to be the wreckage of a downed satellite just north of their property line. to xen, it appeared more like a method of travel; a spaceship.
this sparked the beginning of xenophilius’s love of all things extraterrestrial.
he delved into an interest in the stars, planets, asteroids, comets, and even any potential inhabitants of such places. for the first time, he felt at home in these concepts. xen came to believe that perhaps he too was a spaceman. had his father been alien too? is that why he left? or is that who was trying to return for him and crashed? all the questions that hounded him for years seemed unequivocally answered with his new theory.
that autumn, xen received his letter of acceptance into hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. unsurprisingly, he was quickly sorted into ravenclaw. the house of wit and learning bolstered that infamously curious nature and matured his abstract pondering. he showed a natural talent in herbology and arithmancy classes while he all but flunked out of defense against the dark arts as his core ethos could not reconcile with the systematic opinion imposed on the curriculum. however, he proved to be exceptional at care of magical creatures. by and far, xen stood out as a singularly gifted student with all matters regarding creature care although his methods were considered as unconventional.
as were the rest of his ideologies. while at school, xen continued to chafe against the status quo. every year he grew more at odds with what appeared to be normal. eventually, he stopped pretending that like that was something he regretted. he didn’t. xen was well pleased with his non-conformity and the philosophies that he began to incorporate into his life. that and his obvious aversion to any war influence certainly effected how he was perceived by his peers, though. it made it somewhat difficult to find a steady job after graduation.
xen moved back into that house he hated for a while, but took the odd magizoologist job here and there to search for rumored and unknown species. eventually he was able to scrounge up enough extra money to afford a disreputable place of his own. he had not been moved in for very long when an offer was extended for him to participate in a long term research expedition to find the elusive star munching snifflebits. it was an opportunity that he could not refuse.
it has been two years since they departed, and xen only recently returned to town.
