Name:
Ian Lellsi

Age:
11

Sex:
Male

Appearance:
Ian has a nice enough face, topped with a mop of hair, and framed by long, spiky blond bangs swept asymmetrically on his left cheek. His eyes are a boring shade of gray. Ian used to be a runner, so his figure is slim, but toned, although he has noticeably let himself go since his acceptance to Hogwarts. He has very, very light skin, thanks to his Icelandic heritage, which forbids him to tan. He stands stand head and shoulders above a crowd. This gives him the reputation of the "tall one" along with less kind terms like "tall ugly one" and "tall stupid one" which he completely loathes, not the stupid part, the tall part.

He's got a really dazzling white, straight smile. Which he tends to like it's some sort of pet. His mother always said "White teeth are the only absolute in the world of beauty, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but dammit, white teeth are forever."

Blood-Status:
Pure Blood

Personality:
Ian's got a somewhat awkward, but rich sense of humor, and he's rarely serious. He's incredibly forgetful with everything but recipes, and is always thinking something through, only to forget it at the slightest provocation. His mind wanders, and he finds it difficult to pay attention in classes where he isn't doing something. His kinetic, manual learning is superb, but his auditory and visual are distinctly lacking. If someone poses an adventure, he's already out the door for it. Going and doing are much higher up on his list than waiting and reviewing. He's also prone to experimentation, and figures no one would mind if their favorite dress or book or pet might get ruined in the process, his personality is nothing short of invasive, and it can get very annoying to the young bucks who like their things.

He also tends to alternate between a flighty and silly and incredibly sarcastic. It's hard to get him to stay serious in either, but his sarcasm can get heavy handed and repetitive. He's not exactly good at being alone, but he's definitely not one to brood, more a talk to himself sort of fellow.

History:
Ian was born to wealthy, supportive Icelandic parents, his father from Durmstrang and his mother not having been formally trained in magic. Due to the small wizarding community in Iceland (and an unfortunate incident with a volcano and a dragon that forced many wizards in Iceland to go elsewhere), Ian never really knew many other magical youths. He discovered magic when he had been playing with a handful of nuts, which miraculously exploded into a tree, withered, and collapsed to the ground as ash. His parents happily accepted their son into their world of magic horse rearing (their profession), after fears that they might have to live normal lives due to their son's late development, thankfully he was not a squib.

Always inquisitive, Ian became the apple of his parent's eyes, and was particularly popular at his parents lavish parties for his cooking, which was loved even without magic. His parents initially wanted to send him to Durmstrang, but when Hogwarts accepted him, it was the obvious choice. Ian was shipped off of Iceland with a wand a retired wandmaker had made him, and sent with every amenity his parents could afford. His only current complaints are of lousy British food, weather, and teeth, as he's been staying with his maternal Grandmother, a former gypsy.

Wand:
Dragon's Heartstring, Birch wood, 13 inches

Other:
Ian's got a knack for Potions, due to private studying of basic alchemy, herbology, and the like, but not for any malicious reasons. He likes to incorporate magic into food, and because of this hobby, mixing things that explode just sort of comes naturally. He's also very fond of the idea of Animagi, and swears he'll one day be able to transform into an Eagle, or an Icelandic horse. He's wrong on that, his transfiguration skills are rubish anyway.

Ian's grandmother also gave him his "Pantry" which is a little box, built sort of like a Chinese puzzlebox, in which he keeps all of his things. It's unimaginably heavy, but Ian's been carrying it around all his life, and inside he keeps a vast array of ingredients and the occasional magical knickknack, and now it's his school trunk. He doesn't have a pet, because he thinks Owls are annoying, Cats are too sleepy, and Frogs are too delicious. However, he loves animals (having been raised on essentially a magic farm, tending to varieties of magical horses).