Lazarus Vilicus Sevrin (Laz), IRL 22 I have a habit of disappearing, sorry
- Joined February 2017
- Member of Gryffindor
- 112 House Points
- 1st Year
United States
Backstory
Lazarus Vilicus Sevrin (Hogwarts) ~Nos defendat sine vindice~ Age: 18 Relationship Status: Looking for someone House: Gryffindor Blood Status: Pure-blood Currently a Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. -----------------> <----------------- Sebastian Alvarez Age: 18 Sexuality: Straight Description: Light Brown Hair Hazel Eyes Athletic (Soccer) 5'9" Skater/Longboarder Clothes: Whatever I feel like that day -----------------> <----------------- -----------------> <----------------- I was born the only child to a half-blood mother (Varun Sevrin), and a pureblood father (Silius Sevrin) of the Sevrin family, a long line of Ravenclaws and one of the first families to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, my ancestors even being close to Rowena Ravenclaw herself. My mother and father both worked for the Ministry and being the very busy people they were, I was often left home alone in my family's generations-old Manor. I read many spell books and stories of great witches and wizards, however, I became most intrigued in the magical creatures which roamed the world. Nearly every night I spent studying all I could about them and the more I studied, the more I wanted to possess one of my own. When my acceptance letter arrived, my parents and I were thrilled. I knew that my chances of having a magical creature on school grounds were extremely low as they were deemed dangerous. Regardless, I set off to Diagon Alley, got my things, and set off to learn about the wonderful world of magic. The Great Hall was more beautiful than I had read about. It's great stone arches and the school banner hanging across the ceiling, I couldn't believe it when I looked towards the front of the hall and saw the sorting hat. I was so caught up in my own delight, that I barely heard it when my name was called to be sorted. I anxiously sat down on the stool, and the hat was placed on my head. It went what must have been seconds, that to me seemed like hours, without saying a word. "Maybe I'm not good enough?" "What if I'm not magical after all?" were just a few of the doubts that rushed through my head. I jumped when I heard the sorting hat shout the one word that would decide my fate at the school, "GRYFFINDOR!" I shot up, almost knocking over the stool, and ran to join my classmates. Since those 6 years ago, I've changed. I keep to myself now, hiding away in corners trying not to bother anyone. I've spent most of my years studying the proper care of magical creatures and the mysteries of the magical world. I've even dabbled in formulating a few of my own spells (so far only a few have actually worked). I will be graduating from school soon, and when I do, I don't want to enter a boring world. Which is why I'm currently looking for my next challenge. -----------------> <----------------- Appearance Eyes: Hazel Hair: Short and medium brown. Usually combed back. Height: 5' 9" Clothing: Often Jeans, button-up shirt, overcoat. Accessories: Messenger bag (I take it Everywhere) -----------------> <----------------- -----------------> <-----------------
