Age: 17
Birthday: April 20, 2007
Blood Status: Half-blood
Location of Residence: Drumhillagh, Ireland
School: Hogwarts
House: Gryffindor

Appearance:




Three Characteristics You Think You Are: Witty, good company, bold
Three Characteristics Others Think You Are: Troublemaker, indolent, self-confident
Three Random Facts:
• His first instance of magic was at the age of three, when he enlarged the flame of a candle so much it set the nearby curtain on fire.
• Due to his disinterest in academics, he wasn't allowed to join the Quidditch team until his grades became sufficiently good. The ban lasted until his sixth year, when he was able to drop most of the subjects he sucked at and his grades skyrocketed.
• He's pretty good at imitating other people's voices.

Aspirations:
• To graduate from Hogwarts without being held back a year. Successful so far, two more terms to go!
• To become a professional Quidditch player and play for the Irish national team.

Favourite Class: Advanced Flying
Least Favourite Class: Transfiguration
Favourite Wizarding Food or Drink: Nosebleed Nougat. Because of reasons totally unrelated to skipping class.
Thoughts on Blood Purism: Complete bullshite. His family are half-bloods, and he knows many Muggleborns who are great at magic. Focusing on purity and lineage is just something purebloods do to feel special.
Thoughts on the Government: Can't trust any of those bastards - they'll just do what's best for themselves. Well, maybe except for the Weasleys, though who knows - even the best ones get corrupted.

Family:

Seamus Finnigan | father | born 1980
Daphne Sparks | mother | born 1980
Abelia Puddifoot | step-mother | born 1980
Trent Finnigan | half-brother | born 2013
Callista Finnigan | half-sister | born 2016

Roleplay Example:

His words sounded cryptic, like something that could only be understood once the appropriate cipher was applied. Was this just another one of Corvus' attempts to make her feel somehow lesser, or did he intend for her to comprehend the full meaning later? Another mind game, nothing more.

"I must admit, I have wondered why you are so persistent in estimating and observing me - especially through such questionable methods. With most other people you are quite civil, at times even charming. Why, before I got to know you, I even thought you were likeable."

Misgivings were sprouting in her mind as he continued to radiate a level of confidence that could only mean he thought he was in control. Did he want her to challenge him? Was that why he was arrogant and impudent towards her - just so he could see how forbearing she was? Maeve did not appreciate the amount of question marks Corvus was bringing into her thoughts. Her instincts were telling her she was walking into a trap, while her mind insisted she had enough proof to be certain of his inferiority in dueling.

Even with her wand aimed at him, the older boy chose to boast rather than backing away or at least producing his own wand. No matter how irate she was, casting at an unarmed person seemed... insipid. Not to mention that afterwards he would just claim she only won because she did not allow him to draw his weapon. Unfortunately, waiting for him to cease drivelling would only serve to considerably delay the duel.

"Enough chatter." Maeve slashed the air with her wand, aiming low. "Confringo." Her target was a patch of floor close to Corvus' feet, rather than the feet themselves. The debris that would fly in all directions would still shower him, unless he moved or shielded himself.

ALIAS: May
OTHER CHARACTERS: MAEVE THORNE, YSOLT BUTTERWORTH, ALARIC INGULF FAUST, DOMHNALL MCEVOY, SILVIA ODETTE STIRLING, CRESSIDA VILLEN, EUPHEMIA WEATHERWAX, THALIA BURKE
WELCOME BUDDY?: N/A
CANON?: Yes
WANTED AD?: No