Age: 13
Birthday: March 6th, 2007
Blood Status: Pureblood
Location of Residence: Bilting, UK
School: Hogwarts
House: Slytherin
Supporting Group: Ministry

Appearance:


Three Characteristics You Think You Are: Adaptable, Intelligent, Capable
Three Characteristics Others Think You Are: Hot-headed, Bigoted, Arrogant
Three Random Facts:

• He once found and cared for a nest of baby bunnies that had been abandoned. One day he came out to them being gone and their nest destroyed which broke his heart.
• When he was five years old his mother brought his younger brother into the world while she left it. This was devastating for him but gave him a purpose, looking after his baby brother.
• The sorting scarf took an exceptionally long time to place him, first starting to turn yellow before immediately shifting to the vibrant green.

Aspirations: For the short term he is looking forward to graduating from Hogwarts. In the long term, he is looking to rid the magical world of Muggleborns and keep magic to Purebloods.

Opinion:

Quidditch: The sport is his favorite to watch, though he much prefers teams from his mother's homeland of Norway.
The sorting scarf: It's ridiculous, he would rather not have been sorted with the scarf but what is done is done.
Blood purity: Purebloods should have control of the magical world and Muggleborns should not be allowed to stay.
Liberamach: Terrorists and traitors that should be rounded up and locked away.
Harry potter: The man who brought down Voldemort and changed the world for the worse.

Family:

Josiah Faulkner. Grandfather, Death Eater/Mortenero, 65
Lawrence Faulkner. Father, Mortenero, 39
Moira Gilpatrick-Faulkner Mother, deceased.
*** Faulkner. Younger brother, 10

Roleplay Example:

"Merlin's beard!"

The slamming of hands on the desk plus the explosive statement was more than enough to wake the owl nearby. With an indignant hoot and a fluffing of feathers the creature blinked sleepily and jumped off his perch to hop his way across the expanse of wood. A sheepish look spread across the young man's face as silvery grey eyes lifted from his now scattered papers. Raising his right hand to smooth the feathers of his beloved pet he smiled faintly and let his frustration fade.

"Apologies, Merlin, I didn't mean to wake you."

Lightly nipping at his fingers the long eared owl didn't seem to mind, having been napping most of the late afternoon away. Ignatius pulled a jar from the left edge of his desk and popped it open, pulling out a few owl treats from within. He'd been at his summer homework for hours now and could obviously use the break. Shuffling the parchment to one side he held the treats out in the palm of his hand. Merlin didn't miss a beat and hopped closer to pluck them up, stretching his wings to either side.

"Well I was done with that anyway, let's go see what mother is up to shall we?"

ALIAS: Iggy
OTHER CHARACTERS: @auberonkelpis , @birdwhistle , IGNATIUS CASSOWARY , @remy , ANDY WEASLEY
WELCOME BUDDY?: n/a
CANON?: No
WANTED AD?: No