HP Hogwarts Gallery of Fame - Or InfamyAndreu Bhorson |
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Name: Andreu Bhorson House Affiliation: Slytherin Current Age: 14, 4th year Birthday: 27th March Pet: American Crow called Skarn Wand: 12 inches, birch, unicorn hair core
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Appearance: Andreu is very tall, over six feet already, with a slim yet powerful build. Most of the time he is hunched over though which maybe unintentionally hides both his height and his size. His hair is long, a dirty blonde, and falls down in ragged tails over his face often hiding his eyes from view. His face is set in a permanent snarl and his eyes radiate a contempt and hatred so strong it is almost tangible in the air. Most of the time this goes unnoticed though since his head is usually bowed. Were it not for the look of hate Andreu could pass for handsome though he seems unaware and uncaring of this fact. His voice is harsh rasping and cold to the extreme making him sound as though his throat may have been damaged at some point but he carries no obvious signs of such an incident. Family Background: Since being expelled from school in America Andreus family made him take the journey to England to continue schooling there. Not much is known about the reasons for his expulsion but rumor has it that there was something involving a knife fight between Andreu and another boy who was seriously wounded. His family work at a small magical shop in Washington and he never mentions them. Talents/Special Abilities: Other Information: Andreu is a vicious cold and uncaring person. To say he is selfish is wrong though since he seems to have as little care for himself as for anyone else. Every comment he makes to anyone can almost be guaranteed to be either cruel or insulting. Usually both. He displays some knowledge of muggle items strangely enough since he has had no affirmed link with the muggle world and sneers often at what he calls archaic magical items better suited to the middle ages. Also pretty weird is that he is never seen without the crow close by. Whenever someone suggests or orders him to leave Skarn behind his eyes grow colder than ever and his mouth curls into a savage rictus of hate contempt and fury. Needless to say he refuses as though he is afraid of being without Skarn. The crow never makes any noise or commotion and is content to sit motionless on Andreus shoulder at all times. Links:
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