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MICHAEL kros MANDERO



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GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Michael Kros Mandero
Age: 32
Birthday: October 17
Blood Type: B+
Orientation: Gay
Blood Status: Muggleborn

APPEARANCE

Play-By: Jake Gyllenhaal
Height: Six foot and four inches
Weight: One hundred and fifty-three
Hair Colour: Medium brown, though becomes darker during the summer
Eye Colour: Greenish-Blue
Skin Colour: Light tan
Distinguishing Features: His little stubble of a beard
Dressing Style: It all really depends on the situation and environment. If he's not doing anything too important, than he has a tendency of being really lazy with his clothing, dressing in simple jeans and t-shirt, and hardly really doing his hair. If it calls for it, though, he does know how to clean up very nicely.

PERSONALITY

Personality Traits: Humorous, kind, a bit negative on certain things, curious, out-going, studious
Likes: Helping others, taking photographs, animals, playing chess, relaxing, reading
Dislikes: Flying, getting wet, doing large amounts of work, being ignored
Strengths: Helping others, Charms, caring for small animals, make others laugh
Weaknesses: Caring for large animals, flying, running long distance, telling lies

MAGICAL WORLD

Wand Wood: Hazel
Wand Core: Fairy Wings
Wand Length: Twelve and a third inches
Pet(s): Knockers - Barn Owl and Pots - Brown Tabby

BACKGROUND

Mother: Claire Mandero
Father: Horus Mandero
Sibling(s): His younger brother, Quinn
Other Important Family: None
History: Born in a small town in Germany, he was an only child for the longest of time. His mother and father were very supportive during his childhood, though his mother more than his father. With his father working at the local winery, there were some times when he would be gone for days or weeks on business, and all he really had was his mother. He was also a sensitive child then, too. Usually shy and staying close to his mother whenever they went out, he had little friends, but the ones he did have were always with him.

As he grew older, he slowly began to notice some of the odd things that kept happening to him and his friends. Some of their toys would move at times, and others would sometimes even catch of fire. At the age of nine, he and his friends went on the belief that he was an alien child that had been sent to earth to become a superhero! But, when his Hogwarts letter finally arrived, Michael was even happier to find out what he really was.

His years at the school were beyond what he imagined! He loved every part of it, always doing the best he could in all parts of it. While there, he learned to become much more out-going and playful with others. At the age of fifteen, though, he came to realize that perhaps he was a bit more special than others. He began to take notice of guys much more, the girls in his class hardly sparking up any interest in him. As he went through school, Michael hid his sexuality, even dating a few girls to keep rumors from spreading. Even after graduating, he has still yet to let anyone know of his taste for men, but has figured that the point of telling anyone was useless.

At the age of twenty-five, he went in search of a job in the magical world, though he seemed to fail in a number of areas. He wasn't powerful or determined enough to be an Auror and the jobs at the Ministry failed to grab his interest. So, he instead went for a more subtle job, like the owner of Olivander's. It was a job he came to love, enjoying the look and amazement of young witches and wizards who came in to discover their wands.

MUGGLE WORLD

Alias: Vivian
RP Experience: 5-6 years
RP Sample: "Well, what do we have here, hmm?", he asked with a small smirk stretched over his lips as he came up behind the blonde. Caleb was dressed fairly nice, perhaps even a bit too nice for a walk in the woods. He had a clean, previously ironed out, black collared shirt, the top three buttons undone, exposing a bit of his collarbone and chest. Over his shoulders, he had a cool grey, dragon-skin jacket that held a hint of a greenish tint to it, unzipped and open. His jeans were clean, untorn, and dyed a dark color, matching his black shoes, though the bottom was a bit dusty from the dirt. He also wore a neat, pinstriped fedora on his head, the brim lightly tipped forward.

Smiling, the seventh year stepped up beside her, removing his hat as he gave a faint chuckle, placing it on her head. "Been awhile, kiddo.", he commented, glancing at Grace. It was funny, really. She was a really cute girl, yet she was so withdrawn from most everyone. Even he probably wouldn't have been able to get through to her if it hadn't been for the fact that he had been the first one to find her stuck on the enchanted staircase of Hogwarts. It had been her first year there, his second year, and she had gotten her foot caught in one of those trick steps. They were a bitch, really. You never knew when they were going to get you. After that, though, he had practically bugged her that entire year trying to get her to talk, and it eventually worked...just a year later.

Now, though, he hadn't seen her enough this year. Of course, they had different classes and had just had their own things to do. At least, that was what he assumed. He wasn't sure what she herself had been doing, but he had been bust with a girlfriend this entire time...Or two...Or, really, five. None of them had been keepers though. They were all just so annoying and didn't know when to shut up. Not to mention, they all had kept him from what he wanted. Getting them in bed. He almost got one, though, but she tried to stop him right before it managed to get where he wanted it. As his mind briefly fluttered over those thoughts, another one came to mind as his eyes looked over the blonde. ...Maybe...