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[marvel]

MARVEL ryden SNOW



I'll ignore my heart and I'll lie to the truth, I'll lie to the truth.

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Marvel Ryden Snow
Age: Sixteen
Birthday: December 11th
Year: 7th
Blood Type: O -
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Muggleborn

APPEARANCE

Play-By: Ryan Ross
Height: 5'9 1/2"
Weight: 148 lbs
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Skin Colour: Tanned
Distinguishing Features: There really isn't much about Marvel that stands out, since he doesn't really have many scars and isn't too terribly showy when it comes to clothing. However, if you look very closely, you'll be able to see a small white scar at the very corner of his nostril and skin, from falling upon a coffee table and detaching the flap of skin on his nose from the rest of his face.
Dressing Style: He's not a huge fan of robes, growing up with two muggle parents. Marvel's style can be only described as stylish, in regards of being a guy. He likes hats, and jeans, as well as t-shirts. As for accessorizing, he doesn't do much of it. Converse are normally seen upon his feet.

PERSONALITY

Personality Traits: Quiet, observant, forgiving, compassionate, intelligent, loving, trustworthy
Likes: Charms, kindness, music, the Order and all it stands for, simplicity, warm weather, thunderstorms
Dislikes: the Death Eaters and everything they stand for, Astronomy, snow, arrogance, naivety, blind ignorance, bullying
Strengths: Charms, writing, compassion
Weaknesses: Astronomy, a pretty face, a kind heart (he'll fall head over heels for the last two)

MAGICAL WORLD

Wand Wood: Canary Wood
Wand Core: Phoenix Feather
Wand Length: 8.3 inches
Pet(s): Barn Owl named Sun and a white cat named Moon

BACKGROUND

Mother: Cynthia Alexandria (neé Ross) Snow (46, muggle)
Father: George Corneliaus Snow (52, muggle)
Sibling(s): Clove Alexandria Snow (13, witch)
Peter Corneliaus Snow (18, muggle)
Other Important Family: N/A
History: Cynthia and George met whilst Cynthia was in college in London, studying to be a fashion designer. George, six years her senior, was working at the school as a professor's assistant. They're relationship was frowned upon from the get-go, but they didn't care. They broke virtually all ties from both sides of the family when they got married, Cynthia only being eighteen years old. She dropped out of college, and he quit his job. It took many years of trying, but they finally bought their own flower shop and began to run it together. A few years after that, Cynthia gave birth to Peter. He was spoiled, even after Marvel came along. Clove came along not too much longer after Marvel did, and, being their only daughter, she was incredibly spoiled as well, leaving Marvel without too much affection from his parents.

When he started showing signs of magic, his father grew rather disturbed. He couldn't believe that something as bizarre as magic could have been gifted upon his middle child. George turned to drink, trying to drown out the terror brought on by the manifesting magic. Marvel was accepted and went off to Hogwarts, pleased to get away from his mental father and over-worked mother, as she started running the flower shop on her own. However, when Clove too showed signs of magic, George was pushed into a deep state of devastation. He didn't agree with magic, and because his precious daughter showed the signs, it made him angry at the Gods who bestowed the gift upon his beautiful baby girl. The drinking became more frequent, and he became a full-fledged alcoholic.

Marvel doesn't really care, all he wants is for his mother and sister to be safe. The moment his older brother graduated, he fled to Ireland to be away from his dysfunctional family, and no one ever sees him. He agrees with his father, but resents his drinking, so Peter is gone for good. Marvel has one more year left, and he plans on fleeing his family the moment he graduates, staying close enough to watch over his mother and sister.

MUGGLE WORLD

Alias: Meg
RP Experience: 5 ish years.
RP Sample: "Rumer had never run so fast in her life. She was completely out of breath, hair in disarray and robes slightly shifted as she bolted through the hallway. People stopped to stare, confused as to why the petite blonde girl was running so fast from the stairwell. It was a miracle she hadn't tripped yet, given the fact that her robes were long, she was in a skirt, and she'd taken the stairs two at a time. Perhaps it was her lucky day... or not. With one final step, her robe caught on her foot and Rumer tumbled to the ground, omitting a slight cry of pain as her knee came into contact with the floor.

Looking up, wide-eyed, she examined her pursuers. They were taller, wider, and meaner than her by a long shot. You would think 6th year Slytherin boys would have found other things to do with their time than pick on the third year Ravenclaw, but Rumer had found that she was quite an easy target. Normally she sat by quietly and took the insults, as people called her "That Dumb Ravenclaw," because of her dyslexia. However, today, as they cornered her she'd got frightened and dropped her rather heavy Transfiguration text book on the leader's foot, possibly breaking a few bones.

The three boys had given chase upon their leader's command, chasing after her like attack dogs while the lead boy was carted off to the Hospital Wing, howling in pain and blaming her for everything. It's not as if she'd meant to do such a thing, although the big brute had deserved it. Scooting backwards away from the boys, she looked up in fear, wondering what on Earth they were going to do with her now. Probably jinx her or something..."