Age: 12

Birthday: December 9, 2012

Blood Status: Half Blood

Location of Residence: Woodbury, Tennessee, USA (Birthplace), London (transfer within last year for dad’s job.)

School: Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw



Appearance:







Three Characteristics You Think You Are: Cautious, Inquizitive, Adventurous

Three Characteristics Others Think You Are: Quiet, Shy, Timid

Three Random Facts: Knocked himself out once by kneeing his own forehead. Parents don’t allow him around knives after he dropped one and almost took out his mother’s cat. Plays violin and guitar.

Aspirations: To learn as much magic as he can to better the world like his momma.



Favourite Class: Herbology

Least Favourite Class: D.A.D.A.

Favourite Wizarding Food or Drink: Pumpkin Juice

Thoughts on Blood Purism: Not a fan. Believes everyone should have magic to some degree and some that have it, well, shouldn’t.

Thoughts on the Government: Does not know enough about the wizarding world to have an opinion.



Family:



Tracy – Mom – 33 – Witch

Dale – Dad – 35 – Accountant

Miles – Brother – 15 – Non-Magical – High School

Alice – Sister – 7 – Unknown – Grade School



Roleplay Example:



Rory stepped off the plane and took in a deep breath of the coastal air. He hadn’t been to Europe in some time. Well, not outside of his home. Walking down the stairs pressed to the side of the Gulfstream, his silver and blue eyes scanned the immediate area for any signs that he was able to get off this tarmac soon. His time in South America had been daunting and now he just wanted to sleep.



”Where the hell is she,” he asked himself as his boot clad foot hit the tarmac at the bottom of the stairs. His slender hand slipped into his pockets to produce a white rectangular object. Flipping the top back, he pulled out a music note shaped object and slipped it into his right ear soon to be matched with the left. Once the case was back in his pocket, he pulled a screen from the self same pocket and swiped through. His head began to bob to an unheard melody as he made his way to the back of the plane.



He would reach out and exchange a small bag of coins to the attendant in exchange for his duffle bag before spinning about and heading towards a dark corner. Not necessarily a door, but where nobody would see him apperate home. From the small airstrip in Cardiff, Wales to his family home in the highlands of Scotland, Rory felt like he had just stepped through time as he walked by one of the many objects that had gotten him in trouble while he was a student, his 1971 Camaro SS. His bag was tossed into the passenger seat as he opened the driver’s side door.



He was almost about to sit in the driver’s seat when the parchment on his front door caught his attention. His body tightened as he stood back up and he adjusted the v-neck t-shirt he wore as he made his way up the front steps. He stared at the parchment for a long while, taking in every stroke of his wife’s handwriting. Rory, if you’re reading this, you’re late for that interview at the M.o.M. Love, Faye. The confusion was soon replaced with panic.



His wand would once again find it’s way from where he kept it in the back of his belt and he simply vanished. The door to the car hung open, the incessant dinging from the speakers rang loud as he had left keys in the ignition. Matters would be soon handled by grounds staff, though it wasn’t part of their job, nor would it be the first time they locked his keys in the car as a mild inconvenience. At this time, the male cared little for the affairs at home as he took off down the stone corridor inside the Ministry.



Almost sliding to a stop, Rory looked at the girl before him as she read through her male. ”Excuse me. Rory Connelly. I have, well, had a three o’clock appointment about the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts position?” Rory watched as she spoke, but his eyebrow shot up as she sounded exactly like the chorus to Yeah by Usher ft Lil Jon and Ludacris. It wasn’t until he was handed a paper showing a countdown timer on it that he caught was going on. Rory had three minutes to make it on time. Without a second though, he stuffed the paper into his back pocket and took off running. His former occupation had him in here more often than he would have liked, but if it taught him anything, he could get wherever he needed to in the building in three minutes, with time to spare.



ALIAS: Rorykins

OTHER CHARACTERS: RORY CONNELLY

WELCOME BUDDY?: E. Bob. Whoever else wants to go. lol

CANON?: No

WANTED AD?: No