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Table of Contents I. An Introduction Overview | Look | Personality History | NPCs | OCC/ASP II. Threads III. Relationships IV. Habits and Interests WIP V. Trunk VI. Alexander Baron, iNPC

Welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay.

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An Overview.

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Half-Blood ───── ⋆ ─────

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Parselmouth

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Duelling Style Reducio To Mars, duelling shouldn't be taken too seriously. It's a game, a chance to be fluid, childish, and free, hurling insults at their opponents with bloated overconfidence. For once in their life, they prefer to be loose over perfect, adapting quickly to incoming spells and new strategies. They often mess with their wand, tossing it from hand to hand, flipping it up, or twirling it around a finger because it's fun—and a deliberate effort to be unreadable and misleading. In addition, the constant fidgeting allows them to dodge on a dime, and when they finally choose to cast, it's sharp, quick, and perfunctory.

Cherry Wood Reducio This extremely rare wand wood creates wands of strange power, highly prized by the wizarding students of Mahoutokoro, where those who own cherry wands have special prestige. The Western wand-purchaser should dispel any notion that the pink blossoms of the living tree make for a frivolous or merely ornamental wand; cherry wood often possesses a truly lethal power, whatever the core, but if paired with dragon heartstring, it ought to be handled by a wizard with exceptional self-control and strength of mind.

Wand Temperament Reducio Mars is a generally talented wix, which is reflected in their wand by consistent and powerful casts. At times, the wand can be rather uncertain, due to its inexperience and young age, and will hesitate. If they try to force through this insecurity, the spell will usually backfire. Their cherry and unicorn are like young lovers: testing the world one step at a time and depending on each other to rise where they fall short. Mars' wand is excitable, mischievous, and flirty, the type to get into trouble and run laughing from the consequences. Overall, it's dedicated, loyal, and a dependable partner in crime.

Unicorn Hair Reducio Unicorn hair produces consistent magic, being the core least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts and make for wildly faithful companions, usually holding a strong attachment to their first owner, no matter their accomplishments. Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair: they aren't incredibly powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning the hair may ‘die’ and need replacing.

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Estranged Brother ───── ⋆ ─────

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The Look.

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ETHNICITY ───── ⋆ ───── Chinese

Oh Yeon Seo/Lee Joo Young ───── ⋆ ───── FACE CLAIM

STATURE ───── ⋆ ───── Lean & Strong

❝ The Fit. ❞

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5'7" (one day) ───── ⋆ ───── HEIGHT

HAIR ───── ⋆ ───── Pixie-Cut

Dark Brown ───── ⋆ ───── EYES

Additional.

Mars has sharp features that make them seem harsh, enhanced by almost constant winged eyeliner and dusty shadow. Elsewhere, you'll usually catch them in a low-cut tank top with a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and black heels. Their hair tends blow in their face, hiding dark eyes. They always have something hanging off their belt, be it a book or a snack.

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Personality.

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Sharp | Snarky | Driven | Ambitious | Perfectionist | Loyal | Understanding | Kind?

LIKES ───── ⋆ ───── - Music - Snakes - Spiders - Black - Brothers - Earbuds - Good Food

DISLIKES ───── ⋆ ───── - Bright Colors - Floral - Wimps - Entitlement - Breakfast - Swimming - Drawing

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Usually described as cold with an amusing lack of sensitivity, Mars has a sharp tongue, a quick brain, and doesn't take nonsense from... most people. They're sarcastic and snarky and have gotten along better with spiders and snakes than most people. Ever since they were seven, they haven't shed a tear. Still, they're patient and kindhearted on the inside, with only other people's best interests in mind. They're quick to sacrifice and would hurt for the people they care about, mildly sporadic, and don't take well to schedules. They're studious and responsible and overall a talented wix.

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History.

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ri What was Forgotten.ed ───── ⋆ ───── Reducio Let's not say that Mars has ever had a bad life. From before they can remember, they have been surrounded by people that they love. Born to Selene and Orion T'ien on the 29th of March, 2008, they came into the world on a stormy night, lightning crackling in the window frame of the muggle hospital. Perhaps that attributed to their insomnia as they grew older; perhaps it was simply because they had a tenancy to think too big and love too hard for proper sleep. Regardless of the reason, it mattered not. There was not a night that their parents were not willing to sing them through, quiet melodies on a haunted, chilled wind. Sometimes, on the ones that gripped them the most, whispered only promises of nightmares and broken dreams, the T'iens would put on the radio and dance the darkness away. Mars was, always, nothing short of in awe at the way their parents moved together, Selene's mezzo to Orion's baritone. They were madly, deeply in love, evident from the way their bodies folded together and the look in each other's eyes. It was a ferocious kind of love, fierce in a way that pulsed out of their very beings, reaching its arms out to wrap Mars up in a shell of safety and warm feelings. The T'ien household was filled with nothing but love. Love and the smell of baked goods, always sugar sweet and smooth. Mars grew up watching their mother's soft hands roll out dough as their father stirred apple compote in the background. On special nights, they'd cook up a feast of traditional Chinese food, always made moon cakes and dumplings on holidays, laughing as Mars managed to dump half the flour onto themselves. Music and sugar. That was all they knew. Music and sugar and—magic. Their mother never kept it a secret that she was a witch, even though they lived in a muggle neighborhood. Selene always said it was for the comfort of Mars' father, but even she seemed to be relieved for some reason, as if she had escaped something disastrous. Regardless, she was as talented as they come, with lightning-fast reflexes and a perfectionist's eye. Mars used to make it a game, throwing random objects up in the air to see if Selene would catch them before they shattered to the ground. She always did, faking annoyance and then laughing as she ruffled their hair. And as the T'ien household increased, the love only grew. Mars got three short years alone with their parents. In 2011, Julius breathed into the world. A happy boy, but quiet, as if always drifting off into some fantasy land. Mars caught him many a time staring out the window with a far-away look on his face. The next year, the twins, Sandor just a minute earlier than Urian. These two were never apart. They excelled in the academics of life, spewing out random knowledge whenever they felt like it. Sandor was always more into myths and stories, Urian into logic and the reality of the world, but regardless, the two of them were a pair unparalleled. It was two more years before the next one came. Nereus was born in 2014, a healthy, bouncing child. He was full of life, full of energy, could never sit still long enough to grasp the finer details of the world. A little rule-breaker, always getting the rest of them in trouble. Mars loved him for it always. Finally, in 2015, the last one arrived. Plato, shy around newcomers but talkative around those he loved, became the baby of the family. And everyone certainly treated him as one. Whether or not Mars regrets having to share their parents' love with five others is no question. They have no regrets. In fact, the arrival of another five siblings only had Orion and Selene's love swelling. Of course, when they turned five, they were admitted into primary school. Their first few years were smooth. Mas never made many friends, being quiet and a little scary looking, but it didn't matter so much. They could always return home to open arms, three screaming children, and two babies. Selene wanted them to make friends though, so they tried, simply for her. But it was hard, not wanting to play dolls with the girls nor horse around with the boys. They felt—suspended between two worlds, two pillars. When they told their mother about this, she met them with crescent-shaped eyes and a soft smile. She asked if they'd feel better if she'd use them/them pronouns. Mars didn't want anything to change. Selene swept them into her arms, whispered over and over, voice a promise that her love would never be shaken by such a silly thing. From then on, Mars has always felt more comfortable outside of the binary. From then on, they knew whatever kind of love they had, so long as it was loyal and fierce and burned brighter than a thousand stars, that kind of love was the right kind. People might not have come easily to them, but other creatures certainly did. Spiders were a fascination. Orion only encouraged this, buying stacks upon stacks of guides for them to read. Mars threw themselves into the world of creepy-crawlies. The creep-crawlies threw themselves back. When the snakes started following them around, Mars thought nothing of it. They always trailed behind Selene anyway, carrying little things in their mouths and coiling up around her arms. It was normal for them. But at the shock of their classmates and teachers, they ran home, bursting in to ask if something was wrong with them. Selene took them by the hand, led them to the couch, and explained very carefully the nuances of this power. A Parselmouth. Hmmm. Mars paid it no mind. They asked if the snakes would politely leave them alone. They did. They pushed through the first two years of school as a bright pupil, inheriting their mother's perfectionism. When they came home in the afternoon, there was always food, smiles, and music. Love at its very core. Let it never be said that Mars had a bad childhood. But that night, the 14th of December, 2015, 11 months after Plato was born, well, let's call that a turning point. A drop in the water of an unchangeable path, ripples overflowing. The T'iens were eating dinner as normal when a snake slithered in through the cat door. At its hisses, Selene sat bolt upright. She pulled Orion close and whispered something into his ear. He too tensed and then stood, chair shrieking on the lacquered floor. The boys were a flurry of questions, asking to be excused, asking what was happening, laughing in their highchairs. Mars was stalk-still in the middle of it all. They'd heard was the snake had said. Run. They're coming for you. Selene and Orion grabbed their coats. Mars grabbed them too. "Where are you going?" they cried. Selene smiled a watery smile. She pulled Mars into her arms, love fierce and tight, pulsing with the rage of a mother in anguish. She pulled the rest of the boys in too. Orion encircled them all, arms spanning across the backs of his six children. Love. Love is a heartbreaking thing. How much do you sacrifice for the safety of others? How many things do you regret not having the time to explain? They stayed there for a few minutes. Finally, Selene let go. She was nothing if not a good mother. She was nothing if not a good wizard. So, with tears in her eyes, she pulled Orion to her side. She took out her wand. Mars' eyes widened. No! they tried to scream. It was too late. A brilliant flash came out of the tip of Selene's wand, obliviate escaping her lips. The T'ien kids fell into a messy heap on the floor. Fighting back sobs, Selene knelt by Mars' head. She ran her fingers through their hair. On her lips, a plea. Forget about this. Forget about magic, forget about me and your father, forget about Parselmouth. Live thinking you are nothing but a normal muggle child. Live and survive. And if not for yourself, then for your brothers. Mars, please, promise me you'll protect them. Promise me. I love you. I love you, my little red planet. Orion touched her shoulder. Selene looked up. Her husband smiled mirthlessly. Selene wiped her tears away. They were madly, deeply in love. Together until the end of it all. The two of them disappeared out the front door. Maybe if Selene had had time to explain, she would have. Explained all the oddities about her. Why she felt so much better living in a muggle neighborhood. Why she never bothered to introduce Mars to another magical person. Why she was so damn talented but jobless, forgotten, left to fold into the sands of time without a single trace. Maybe, if she had lived a little longer, watched Mars grow up a little more, flourish into a wix of their own, she would have told them about everything wrong with the wizarding world. Would have told them what it truly was to be a Parselmouth. Taught them how to hide it. "You see, people don't like it when you're different, baby," she would have said, "People don't take your mistakes so lightly when they already think you're evil." She had messed with the wrong set of wixes. It was meant to be a harmless prank, a false bite from a non-venomous snake, just to scare him a bit. Azreal Baron, the wizard who always looked down on her because she was muggle-born. Son of some of the most powerful wixes she knew. It had not been a non-venomous snake. The serpents had grown protective of her, restless at his mistreatment of one of their own. They sent a viper instead. That bite had flowed into his stubborn veins, etching itself across his heart, put him in the hospital for quite a few months. His parents—and every single lackey underneath them—had flown into a murderous rage. They labeled her a murderer, a dark witch set on the destruction of the Baron family. They vowed that they wouldn't rest until the world was rid of the T'ien line. Of Parselmouths. And their first target was Selene. It had been one stray bite, one hospitalized aristocrat, and Selene had fled from magical society. All because wizards hold vendettas that are deadly. Ones that kill. But there was no time for any of that. Selene and Orion raced out the door, slamming it shut behind them. Selene turned midstep to spell it closed. They hopped into the car and sped away, tail lights leaving a watery trail behind them. The two of them got just out of town, into a barren, abandoned place when the wizards caught up with them. With gnashing teeth and angry glares, they surround the two of them, screaming about dark magic and murder. Selene tried to fight but there were just too many of them. For everyone she felled, another two would rise. Finally, at the raise of their wands, Orion pulled Selene into his arms. Hugged her tight. He had been with her through it all. The T'iens disappeared from the world in a flash of red light. Later, their bodies were buried together. Dancing until eternity ended. When Mars awoke, they felt dizzy, hazy. Someone came in to tell them that their parents were dead. Mars had nothing to say. The next day, the woman, a social support worker, led them to their gravesite. There, the floodgates evaporated into bloody memories themselves. Mars cried until the tears had soaked clean through their shirt. They cried until there was a pool of water in their cupped hands, cried until their throat was raw and aching. They cried for the feelings, for the flashes of what they remembered, holding on so tightly to something they weren't sure existed. They cried rivers into lakes into ocean beds. They cried themselves dry, dust on a ribcage that clogged their tear ducts. Then, they sniffled and stood. Tears were getting them nowhere. Memories were blocking their clarity. Sneaking a final glance at the headstones, they finally let their mind swept the scenes away. The soft hands, the quiet melodies, the smell of sugar, and the sound of laughter. The magic. The snakes. Their eyelids darkened as they let it erase. Take the pain away. When they opened their eyes again, they were just a normal muggle child. They turned, walking away with heavy footsteps and dry eyes. Let them fade into nothing but two headstones on a lawn.

What was Remembered. ───── ⋆ ───── Reducio Mars and their brothers were entered into the foster care system. They fought ferociously to keep their siblings together, the same kind of love they had let slip from their fingers in every motion, every word. Eventually, not a few months later, Kyron and Estella Castillion picked them all up. Every single T'ien child. That was surprising. It was rare that one child was adopted, let alone six. Maybe, if Mars had seen the look Estella gave them, a picture of the six kids clutched in her hand with the handwritten note, take care of my kids for me, it would have explained a lot. Regardless, the six children packed up and moved into the Castillion Manor within a week. Their two adoptive parents insisted that they call them "Sir Kyron" and "Lady Estella." Mars didn't care much. Whatever they wanted to be called was fine by them. The two of them turned out to be terrible parents. They were constantly out at parties, especially during the night. "Family" dinners were awkward, Estella constantly asking Mars why they weren't more lady-like and bombarding them with questions, Kryon silent and brooding. They suffered through it. Mars didn't hate the Castillions by any means. They provided well for the T'iens, kept them in comfort with their extensive wealth. There was nothing more Mars could ask of them. Slowly, with the help of the maid, Mars morphed themselves into a parental figure. They grew up fast, learned to clean and cook and yell at their brothers when they came back with bad report cards. They learned to be patient and terrifying, used sarcasm and dry humor to keep themselves sane, loved with the same kind of love Selene and Orion had had. Their best memories are ones of their brothers on the rooftop of the Castillion Manor, watching the fireworks burst into life. They fell in love with music and worked hard in school, taking a special interest in snakes and spiders. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, there were no snakes on the streets of Newchurch. There were, however, plenty of bridges. They also had plenty of idiotic brothers. So, one day, while out for a walk, Nereus decided that jumping off one of them was the best way to see if he could fly. He can't—obviously—but it isn't as if they can get that through to him anymore, considering he technically did that day. That was Mars' first taste of magic. It probably shouldn't have come as much of surprise when the first red-wax-sealed letter arrived. Mars had taken one look at it, assumed it was one of Estella's little tricks to get them into beauty school, and promptly thrown it in the trash. But when it appeared again the next day, they couldn't help but be intrigued. They'd always been a curious kid at heart, even if that had been muffled in favor of keeping their brothers alive. They cracked it open, scanning the writing. What they found was not beauty school. Hogwarts? A wizarding school? They thought back to the day with the bridge. Well, that explained that. They read on. Oh. It was a boarding school. Folding it back up, Mars threw it in the trash. They needed to be here. Boarding school was out of the question. They could make do without magic. This carried on for quite a few days. The wastepaper basket filled up to the brim with ivory letters. Then, about a week before the start of school, a man showed up at the Castillion Manor. When Mars wrenched open the door, he greeted them with a strange mask and a wand pointed at their head. Etched on the mask was a strange symbol. If they had grown up in the wizarding world, they might have recognized it as the symbol of a family shunned and forgotten by the world for their twisted ideals. The Barons. This was just a lackey sent to fulfill their vow. Cut off the head of the snake. End the T'ien line. But Mars didn't know it. They sent half of the entry hall up in flames out of terror. The nameless wizard fled, too ashamed at his failure to ever go back. That did not matter. He was but one of many. After that, Kyron and Estella pushed them more than ever to go. Mars sat on it. They didn't want to leave their brothers. But then, they were a hazard untrained. And that man, he seemed to be targeting them. If they stayed, he would return. They couldn't do that to their family. After all, sacrifice ran through their very veins. So, with reluctance, they stumbled their way through Diagon Alley, completed their packing list, and set off to Platform 9 3/4. Now, here they are, ready to start some kind of adventure.

TL;DR ───── ⋆ ───── Mars' parents were the best parents they could possibly be. There was no end to the love in the T'ien household, to the good food or bright fireworks. But Selene had angered the wrong people. Too many assumptions came with being a Parselmouth. The night the T'ien parents disappeared, she made sure Mars wouldn't have to deal with it all. She was always a talented witch. Oblivate came natural to her.

TL;DR ───── ⋆ ───── The Ti'en family ended up with Kyron and Estella Castillion. Although horrible parents, they provided enough for Mars to flourish into a studious child with a fierce kind of love. When they receive their entry letter, they didn't want to go. That changed the day a man arrived at the door, masked in a strange symbol and wand pointed at their head. Then and there, they decided it would be better to be trained. Now, here they are.

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NPCs.

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Brother?

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gentle and quiet, a geeky kind of smart ───── ⋆ ───── -3
	harsh and overbearing, hyper intelligent ───── ⋆ ───── -3
loud and aggressive, a wild kind of love ───── ⋆ ───── -5
	sweet and innocent, maybe? ───── ⋆ ───── -6

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Mother?

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Castillion. ───── ⋆ ───── Reducio Kyron Castillion Estella Castillion Lydia Flowers

Baron. ───── ⋆ ───── Reducio Emrys Christopher Baron Silvia Windsor Baron Azreal Baron Alexander Theodore Baron

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OOC.

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Please reach me at: ───── ⋆ ───── Red_Planet#1682

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Currently: ───── ⋆ ───── Swamped for time

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Pre-Hogwarts.

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August 19th, 2019

New School, New Life | Grace Mint, Cassandra Ironwoods | [Private] [Closed]
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First Year.

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September

1st, 2019 | The Exiting Start | Wyatt Starkey, Crystal Jagger, Elodie Nyangui | [Open] [Finished]
- Stepping into the Hogwarts Express, Mars expected to sit alone. However, compartments don't really work like that. Well, I guess if I have to, I'll talk to someone.

1st, 2019 | Sorting Ceremony 2019-2020 | Solo | [Mass Thread] [Finished]
- Mars didn't expect to have their entire future dedicated by a talking hat nor did they expect to be hit with a wave of emotions at the smell of Hogwarts itself, but every adventure's gotta start somewhere, no?

1st, 2019 | A New World | Magnolia Tadgell | [Private] [Ongoing]
- First-day jitters have them tripping over a newcomer with rather striking eyes.

4th, 2019 | The Ravenclaw Table 2019-2020 | Solo | [Mass Thread] [Finished]
- They've never been one for big family dinners. There's also the flash that they don't want to face, the sound of laughter, and the smell of cooking haunting the memory of the mess hall. But you can only go so long without eating.

10th, 2019 | Comfort at the Witching Hour | Lucille Williams | [Private] [Ongoing]
- Why is the Ravenclaw dorm room always so hot? It doesn't help that Mars had never been much of a sleeper. Staring at the ceiling, they hear movement from across the room. How odd? A nightmare, maybe?

14th, 2019 | Lovely Morning | Amara Dragamior | [Private] [Finished]
- Hogwarts is always prettier in the morning. They've never really been on for breakfast either; it makes them nauseous. Apparently, someone else shares their sentiment.

16th, 2019 | New Friends | Aura Lee, Cassandra Ironwoods | [Private] [Closed]
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October

3rd, 2019 | A Special Gift | Gem Stuart | [Open] [Closed]
- Can you be homesick from the moment you step out the front door? Perhaps. Sometimes, the cure to that, to the silence in your head, is to bring a little music into your life.

5th, 2019 | Snakes and Song | Phoenix Lyre | [Private] [Closed]
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20th, 2019 | Well, Hello There | Marco Symthton | [Private] [Closed]
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29th, 2019 | Got the Music | Cassandra Ironwoods, Ginevra Tsuchiya | [Open] [Closed]
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November

12th, 2019 | All We Need is a Lion | Willow Anderson | [Private] [Ongoing]
- Insomnia is a real b- problem. It keeps Mars up until the crack of dawn, sweats their very bones out, so hell if they don't leave as soon as possible. But apparently, other people wake up this early too. And not just people.

16th, 2019 | Criticize Me | Lizzie Verdine | [Private] [Finished]
- Hogwarts is always pulsing with an uncurrent of melodies, cut up by the chatter of students. It's just—not normally that melody.

18th, 2019 | Crashing into You | Kerian Santiago | [Private] [Closed]
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26th, 2019 | A Conversation Between Constellations | Cassandra Ironwoods | [Private] [Closed]
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February

25th, 2020 | Nervous Flyer | Callie Jensen | [Private] [Ongoing]
- Flying will, forever and always, be one of their favorite classes. It comes naturally to them, calling up a broom, hopping on, and feeling the adrenaline rush as they watch the ground skim below them. But not everyone is quite as reckless as Mars.

27th, 2020 | Got a Knack for This? | May Moonstar | [Private] [Closed]
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28th, 2020 | Friendly Competition? | Dealla Prince | [Private] [Ongoing]
- Mars never meant to make it into a competition. It was a single misfired Verdimillious, not a battle cry. But then, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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March

7th, 2020 | I'll Try Anything Once | Morgan Bowens | [Private] [Closed]
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13th, 2020 | Look Up, Not Down | Noah Page | [Private] [Ongoing]
- There is nothing Mars wants more than to be able to sit and watch the stars at the top of the Astronomy Tower at night. Unfortunately, there's a curfew and several locking spells stopping them from fulling that dream. But Mars has never been a real rule-follower. This boy, however? A real stick in the mud. This'll be fun.

30th, 2020 | Hogwarts Model UN 2020 | Solo | [Errand] [Finished]
- Mars had never been up to date with muggle news, but a Model UN, well... maybe they can give it a shot.

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April

3rd, 2020 | Mandrakes for Medicine | Solo | [Errand] [Finished]
- After all that research, it's actually quite nice to be able to do something for their family and for muggle-kind. It doesn't hurt that they get to play with plants.

3rd, 2020 | The Icy Lake | Solo | [Errand] [Finished]
- Okay, this one, Mars probably should have declined. They hate swimming with a passion. But still, they promised to do all they can. If they have to wade into freezing water and catch an octopus to do it—fine, alright.

22th, 2020 | Friends Who Judge Together... | Anastasia Beckett | [Private] [Ongoing]
- There's nothing that Mars love/hates more than a little love-drama. It's funny as hell to watch but honestly, quite a pain. Apparently, someone shares their sentiment.

24th, 2020 | Secret Blossom Ball | Solo | [Event] [Finished]
- Long story short, Mars saw chaos, popped in, saw more chaos, decided they didn't want detention, and then left again.

26th, 2020 | Love Note Leavers | Solo | [Errand] [Finished]
- Mars hasn't written home all year. It's surprising really, they should have owled home sooner. But regardless, they're writing one now, along with a couple of others for friends.

30th, 2020 | House Cup Party | Alaric Equinox, Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood | [Event] [Finished]
- Waking up to a cart full of food when you don't like to eat breakfast is not necessarily the best present in the world. But still, they admire the effort Alaric has put into the event and are proud of their house for winning the cup. Maybe the party won't turn out so bad?

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May

3rd, 2020 | Embroidery 101 | Hjørdis Jensen | [Errand] [Finished]
- Mars has never really been one for needlepoint arts and crafts. But sometimes, procrastination with get you to do anything under the sun.

11th, 2020 | Power in Diversities | Cassandra Ironwoods, Lizzie Verdine | [Errand] [Finished]
- Who said all Hogwarts students are weaklings? Well, granted, they did screw up their wrist but still—at least no one got tangled up in the net.

27th, 2020 | Popcorn Party | (Mainly) Katrina Walker, Crystal Jagger, Aurelia Roberts, Adonis Thorn, Albert Peshkov | [Mass Thread] [Finished]
- If the sight of all the popcorn hadn't attracted them, the scent certainly would have. This seems like a pretty decent place to get to know new people, old people, and gorge on salty and sweet treats.

28th, 2020 | SCH Invitations, Come One, Come All | Katrina Walker | [Open] [Finished]
- Katrina Walker is usually more of a subtle girl but scavenger hunts are apparently the things that get her the most excited. Maybe Mars will join in; after all, the idea brings up so many good memories.

29th, 2020 | From Silence to Sound | Claudia Gears | [Private] [Ongoing]
- It's been a while since Mars cracked open the guitar case. They've gotten good and really, have always been a performer at heart. Let's see if this audience thinks the same.

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June

1st, 2020 | The Real House Cup was the Friends We Made | Elspeth Gollens | [Mass Thread] [Closed]
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1st, 2020 | SHC Hunt 1 | Club Members | [Club] [Ongoing]
- It's—literally self-explanatory.

2nd, 2020 | Calmness with Calamity | Persephone Barret | [Private] [Ongoing]
- There's a month left of school and Mars has come by the Great Lake to think back on how Hogwarts has been. Wow, they're being philosophical for once. It seems someone else has done the same.

3rd, 2020 | Makeover and Manicures | Crystal Jagger, Alaric Equinox | [Errand] [Finished]
- Mars has loved makeup from the moment they got their hands on the stuff. Nail polish, however, is another story. They wouldn't mind painting someone else nails—or rather, claws—though.

5th, 2020 | An Overachiever's Wish | Erika Sharp-Leaf | [Private] [Ongoing]
- Mars has always been an overachiever, even to the point where they'll study themselves into the ground. Maybe if someone came along to keep them in check, things might go a little smoother.

6th, 2020 | Sleep Yoga | OtI | [Errand] [Finished]
- How does "sleep yoga" even work? Are they going to get to watch Professor Jensen knock a room full of kids out in a single spell? If so, sign them right up.

7th, 2020 | Great Hall Location | Cypresse Lian | [Errand] [Finished]
It's Pride Month, baby! Glitter bombs anyone?

7th, 2020 | Charms Ambush | Artemis Vernatis, Crystal Jagger, Alina Rosier, Alan Vanes, Jake Morris | [Pride 2020] [Ongoing]
- Maybe they can bribe their way out of this—new interior design.

13th, 2020 | Tea Creatures in the Rain | Elspeth Gollens | [Errand] [Closed]
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19th, 2020 | Locking the Doors | Alexis Asterion | [Mass Thread] [Ongoing]
- The start of the new rules and Mars' slow descent into insanity. Plus, they get some questions answered.

20th, 2020 | Morning Spirit | Alan Vanes, Katrina Walker | [Open] [Ongoing]
- These new rules—especially the curfew—have forced Mars back into a cycle of miserable nights and waking up at the crack of dawn. But not everyone out and about right now is there unwillingly.

26th, 2020 | A Calculated Risk is not Risky | Albert Peshkov | [Private] [Closed]
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27th, 2020 | Pre-Summer Egg Race! | Willow Anderson and Co. | [Event] [Finished]
- If you're reading this, you better know what an egg-on-a-spoon race is. Otherwise, go google it.

30th, 2020 | Don't Come Home | Solo | [Solo] [Finished]
- All year long, Mars has pushed through with the image of their brothers' smiling faces waiting for them at the end of the line. What happens when that image is ripped away from them, torn into pieces, and thrown in the nearest fireplace?

30th, 2020 | The REAL Last Hurrah | Sylvain Indarys, Carolyn Hunt | [Event] [Ongoing]
- The birbs won the last House Cup of the year! A party seems like the best way to celebrate, no?

30th, 2020 | Start of Summer Scavenger Hunt | May Moonstar, Alan Vanes, Bridget Collins, Autumn Ivy | [Club] [Ongoing]
- Here we go, part 2! Bigger, better, and still—literally self-explanatory.

☼Summer☼

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July

1st, 2020 | Quiet, Never Heard of Her | Crystal Jagger, Amara Dragamior | [Tent] [Ongoing]
- What are the chances of finding a tent with someone they might be okay with tolerating right now?

6th, 2020 | Stargazing | Alan Vanes, Carolyn Hunt, May Moonstar | [Event] [Ongoing]
- How long has it been since they've seen the stars? Maybe, just maybe, they'll sooth the ache of homesickness still ringing in their chest.

8th, 2020 | Trip to London: Musuem | Willow Anderson | [Event] [Ongoing]
- What could possibly go wrong in a wax museum?

10th, 2020 | Chess Combat, Game 1 | Santario Martin, Jack Warren, Everett Brooks, Dealla Prince | [Duel] [Ongoing]
- Mars couldn't help but grin. A duel—this was the purpose of magic, of exploding light and altering beams. They couldn't f*cking wait.

14th, 2020 | Water Fight | OtI | [Game] [Finished]
- This was a mistake. This was a mistake. They despise water, why did they sign up for this?

16th, 2020 | Oh Sweet Anticipation | Cassandra Ironwoods, Miranda Everest, Lizzie Verdine | [Event] [Ongoing]
- Time to see what this sport—and this specific game—was really all about.

19th, 2020 | Cupcakes and Birthdays | Aurelia Roberts | [Open] [Ongoing]
- Mars is running a little late, but that won't stop them from wishing Aurelia a happy birthday.

30th, 2020 | My Thoughts Reolve Around You | Willow Anderson | [Letter] [Ongoing]
- They hadn't thought admitting they'd be alone for the summer would result in an owl at their window. But—here we are.

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August

Second Year.

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September

1st, 2020 | On the Road Again | Adlai Rod, Cassandra Ironwoods, Eyre Reeves | [Private] [Ongoing]
- The second time stepping up to Platform 9 and 3/4 should be easier than the first. As for the train ride... well, who's to say?"

Closed 13

Finished 21

Ongoing 24

Errands 10

Name: Alexander Theodore Baron Age: 12 School Year: Third Year Race: Full-Human Blood Status: Pure-Blood Broom Racer?: Yes Stats: STA: 7 | EVA: 10 | STR: 6 | WIS: 8 | ARC: 3 | ACC: 6 Face Claim: Lucky Blue Smith Speech Color: #64686b

Appearance:

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Alexander has sharp, thin eyes that are icy blue, a color that offsets his near shock white hair with an aura of arrogance. He tries to tame it by slicking it back (Malfoy style) though it often escapes, leaving him with a blonde tuft that makes him seem softer than is probably safe. English-Born, he has clear, pale skin and strong facial features. People often tell him he looks much older than he is, which is something he takes with pride. He's taller than average and always made up, with a charming (maybe disarming) smile. He'd prefer to wear a suit to school, but seeing as he strives to be the perfect model student, you'll always find him in proper uniform. With long, thin fingers and similar limbs, he's extraordinary at the piano and athletics, which have given him a fair amount of lean muscle over time. Overall, he's an attractive boy who always strives for aesthetic perfection.

WC: 300

Personality:

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By all appearances, Alexander is the essential model student. He's kind and rather giving, a boy who always has a smile to offer and something charming to say. He's not particularly outgoing, but he demands attention with his cool, collected nature and he's sure to seek you out if you're someone in high standing. Intelligent and studious, he's developed into a brilliant strategist and a hard worker, someone who's garnered the praise of many of his teachers. As the epitome of an aristocrat's son, he'd never display anything less than perfect. But it isn't as if he is.

Inwardly, Alexander is a judgemental narcissist. He's got an analytical eye, seeing the people around him as puzzles to unravel. If you're advantageous to him, he'll keep you close. If you're not, he'll probably smile anyway. Appearances are a weapon, after all, and he never cracks. He has strong opinions about everyone he sees, most of which are not positive. It isn't as if he hates everyone, but most people are exhausting and a waste of his time. But obviously, he'd never tell them that. It would ruin the illusion.

There's only one time he ever slips: when he comes face to face with someone inhuman. Half-breed or special talent, he can't stand either of them. Anyone who sympathizes with them gets on his bad side too. Still, Alexander's nothing without his smiles. It just might be a little more forced than usual.

Of course, he isn't faking it 100% of the time. There are people he can grudgingly respect and those he can come to care for. Most likely, if you ask him for something, he'll deliver to the best of his ability. But whether or not the smile he's got is genuine... you'll never really know.

WC: 300

History:

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Born on Septemeber 23, 2007 to Emrys and Silvia, Alexander Baron was immediately thrust into a world of luxury. Alastair's parents (his grandparents) had apparently been some of the most prestigious wixes of their time, garnering the status and wealth that came with it, and his mother's side had no shortage of finances themselves. From a young age, the wizard began numerous studies with the best tutors money could buy. He found early on that he was quite talented in the piano, as well as in a plethora of other sports and subjects.

There was something odd about the Baron household, however. Though Alexander's parents had no shortage of stories declaring the grandeur of their family name, the boy could never find anything about them in the history books he poured over day in and day out. He attended parties with them, experienced firsthand the extent of their wealth, but it seemed that no one knew who his family was, nor did they share such stories around the hearth of other grand houses. In fact, the time he'd attempted to tell a few curious boys the deeds of his grandfather, his mother had reprimanded him strictly, saying it was nothing to be discussed. This left him obviously confused. To Alexander, it seemed that the Baron name had been stricken from history almost entirely.

On numerous occasions, he tried to question his parents about this, but they only shook him off with an excuse or two. They'd never truly had time for him anyway, leaving him under the care of his many housemaids, so it wasn't something Alexander was surprised about. Rather, he saw it as a challenge, something that they'd perhaps be proud of if he managed to figure it out. That left only a few options. He asked around his staff, but none of them provided any useful information. He considered going to his grandparents directly, but they'd always terrified him—not that he'd admit it. So Alexander headed over to his uncle's house.

Azreal Baron lived alone in a house nearly as large as Alexander's. It was a place the boy was familiar with; he'd grown close to his uncle over the years, always going over to play or study or display his latest feat of intelligence. In return, Azreal told him stories that not even his parents did—detailed his own studies in a school called Hogwarts, amazed him with firsthand accounts of the work he once did when he was "younger and more spry."

When Alexander showed up with his question, Azreal's face darkened. He pulled the boy inside and sat him on the couch, pacing around the room solemnly. Finally, he looked up and began his story. Azreal Baron had gone to a school called Hogwarts, yes, but he'd never finished schooling there. Perhaps he might of, if not for an event that happened the summer between his Sixth and Seventh Year. According to him, he'd been bitten in his own home by a very large snake. A very large, very poisonous snake. One controlled by something called a Parselmouth.

Alexander's eyes widened as he listened. Apparently, this Parselmouth had been jealous of Azreal's status. She'd sent the snake to dispose of him, and by disposing of him, end the Baron bloodline (this is entirely false, she merely meant to scare him with a paralyzing bite, but perspective is perception). When the Baron family had exposed her plot, they'd been understandably outraged. They'd wanted justice. But the Parselmouth had fled somewhere into muggle world, running with her tail between her legs. Alexander's grandparents had demanded that she be found and face court, and they'd tried, tried for years to find a snake hidden in the shadows of skyscrapers and back alleyways.

They tried for so long, became so obssessed with bringing her down that they'd neglected the rest of their duties. They no longer went out on Auror business nor fought in wizarding duels. The public outrage only lasted so long, but the Barons were fantastical, fixated on finding this girl and forcing her to face her crimes. They'd nearly exhausted all their wealth too, had Alexander's father not set some aside. What Azreal failed to mention was that the girl was a talented witch, a slippery snake that was impossible to hang onto. That's what spiraled what should have been months into years, a seemingly endless search.

But finally, they found her. They found her and they disposed of her, just as she'd intended to do to them. But by then, the damage was done. Sure, the Baron's still had their wealth and what remained of their status, but disappearing for that long had forced them out of the public eye. It wasn't something so easily regained either, seeing as the Mr. and Mrs. Baron had grown old by now. Just like that, his entire family had faded into obscurity (yeah definitely, not like you still have a mansion and go to parties Alexander smh).

Alexander was pissed. How could someone do that? How could someone bring down an entire family, try to murder a person, just for their own ambition? What kind of twisted person—he ran home. In an old textbook, the boy found a broad history of Parselmouths. From there, he fell into Seers, then Metamorphagus, Dhampirs, Werewolves, Veela. He festered a hate that smoldered within him as he took in the evils of those who were inhuman. Half-breeds. Two-faced.

Two-faced. It was kind of—clever. Evil, but then, what was evil if not clever? Appearances were important to them; they pretended to be normal to get close to you, then revealed their true colors when the time was right. That had to be how all of them worked. They were inhuman, lesser. But clever.

The Barons were proud of their youngest's realization. They watched as he changed; unnoticeably to anyone but them really, but at the parties they attended, he began a mask of unbreakable perfection. He got close to anyone he chose to. He charmed anyone and everyone with a smile. He was a model gentleman, always kind and helpful. Eventually, even his parents had a difficult time figuring out what ran through Alexander's brain. He reveled in it, unnoticeably. He'd always wanted their pride.

Life went on, for the most part.

Alexander's first taste of magic happened around age eight, something simple that sent a glass of water flying into his hand, not a drop spilling over the rim. The Barons were ecstatic. They made preparations to send him to Durmstrang immediately, ignoring the fact that Hogwarts was that much closer.

His First and Second Year at Durmstrang, Alexander maintained his standing. He prided himself on success, both academically and socially. He took up broom racing, something he found himself talented in despite his long limbs. It wasn't hard to gather important people around him, people who might someday bring his family back to the power it once was. That it ought to have been.

No one at Durmstrang was inhuman. But Third Year, setting his sights on that four-colored crest—Alexander's smile wavered. Just a little.

WC: 1018

Abilities:
Non-Human Enthusiast:

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Alexander scrawled a messy line onto the parchment in front of him as the monotonous drone of the lecture echoed through the room. Hmm. This was boring. And the professor was an utter fool.

Shifting his features into a smile that hid his sigh, he readjusted, pressing his chin into his palm. Even in this semi-relaxed state, Alexander kept his eyes trained on the blackboard, icy blues focused just enough to make it seems as though he was paying attention. Not that he needed to. He'd already learned this all before.

The professor at the front of the class caught his eye. Alexander curled them into crescent moons, hiding his flat mouth behind his palm. He didn't miss the way the man's mouth twitched upward before he turned and began the lecture anew. The wizard fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was almost too easy, pleasing these bastards.

He sank a little lower in the chair, idly scratching his quill tip to the blank paper in an act of half-boredom, half-show. Any second now, he swore he was going to fall asleep. That would be an utter disaster. But really, he could be doing anything else right now, like practicing for the upcoming recital or doing barrel rolls on the racing field. Anything other than this.

Well, there was one thing he could do. Absentmindedly, with his eyes still trained on the professor, Alexander slid a worn book out from under his required texts. Nimble fingers knew exactly what page to turn to without him sparing a glance, the edges worn and seams nearly tearing.

Hiding his grin, he shifted again, this time presenting a picture of the model student reviewing his notes. But the words staring up at him had absolutely nothing to do with the lecture. Instead, the pages were filled with nearly everything there was to know about inhumans. Anything that wasn't present in the blocky print was neatly scribbled in the margins, hundreds of little doodles detailing attributes and weaknesses alike.

This was the one thing Alexander never found boring. It seemed that every time he reread this book, something new would appear. Besides, there was enough disgust humming through his veins to fuel his obsession with the creatures. He wanted to pick them apart, see what made them tick, and find the best ways to tear them down.

He turned the page slowly, eyes roving his past notes. Faintly, he registered something the professor said, but it fell away as the wizard worked his way through the pages. His skin began to prickle with that old resentment, and a thousand thoughts spiraled through his head.

Dhampirs can be blood-baited. Werewolves lose control. Alexander turned a little faster, losing himself a little bit more. Metamorphmagi only copy those they get close to. Part-Giants are hopeless at magic. He couldn't help the slightest slip of a maniac smile, the world lost to him. Part-Veela are temperamental. Seers can be emotionally traumatized and sometimes faint. Part-Goblins are few and far between. Parselmouths—

"Alexander, can you answer this question?"

He stopped, staring at the pages with a blank look. Sh*t, he'd gone too deep. Slowly, he raised his head, a soft smile already back in place.

"The four branches of Transfiguration are Transformation, Untransfiguration, Conjuration, and Vanishment, not necessarily in order of difficulty."

The professor nodded, beaming at him and Alexander returned a soft smile. His eyes hid something dark still; something he'd have to get rid of before anyone got to close. It was good that Durmstrang didn't have any inhumans. He clutched at the book he'd discreetly moved to his lap, golden lettering spelling out: "A Monster Hunter's Guide to All Things Non-Human."

WC: 621

Charmer:

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"Alexander!"

The boy turned at the sound of his name, eyes already scanning for its source. It wasn't particularly easy—there was quite a crowd occupying his home, seeing as a party was currently in full swing. He reached up to push his hair out of his eyes. Normally, it would be slicked back and out of the way, but today he'd left it loose, choosing to embrace that rather innocent air it gave him. With the clean, white suit and polished attire, it made for a good touch of normalcy. He'd found early on that too much perfection made people feel unsettled. And that was never his goal.

"Alexander, my boy!" Finally, the voice had itself known. Alexander moved to greet him, extending a pale hand.

"Mr. Caster, I'm so glad you could make it," he said, lips curving up.

"But of course!" the man exclaimed. He took Alexander's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. The boy returned it, laughing at his over-enthusiasm. F*ck, his stupid voice was grating at his eardrums. Alexander retracted the hand and pulled back into an upright stance.

"Can I help you with anything tonight?" he asked politely. His family was hosting after all, and a good host always asks. Mr. Caster gave him a sly grin, one that made Alexander want to barf into his fake smile.

"Actually, I was wondering if you might introduce yourself to my daughter Carolyn."

"I would be honored!" the boy exclaimed, flashing that light in his eyes to sell himself just a tad bit more. Carolyn Caster, hmm? Honey-blonde, about his age, daughter of one of the richest families around. Yes, he'd definitely be honored.

Following Mr. Caster across the room, Alexander kept his gait even and his head high. He was naturally tall, but there was nothing like good posture to accentuate one's features. Soon enough, he came face to face with the girl herself.

"Miss Caster, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Alexander Baron," he greeted, tipping his head slightly. The girl seemed rather shy, face flushing as he stared down at her.

"Hello," she returned softly. Alexander leaned in closer, shrinking the space between them to a few inches.

"I apologize, could you repeat that?" Of course, he'd heard her perfectly fine. But hey, this was one way to start a conversation and from the look on her face—she appreciated it.

"O—oh, I said hello. It's a pleasure to meet you too." Alexander smiled.

"Carolyn, shall we—" His words were cut off as a shout came from behind him. In a smooth sweep, he turned, catching someone by the arm. A guest. He must have tripped. He collapsed into his chest, promptly spilling their drink down the front of his shirt. How disgusting.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. Alexander took him gently by the shoulders and set him upright, fingers plucking the empty glass from his grip. He could feel the wetness already seeping into his skin. He smiled.

"No worries! Are you alright?"

The other boy seemed a bit shocked at his reaction. He reached up to scratch at the back of his neck, shrugging sheepishly. Not a good habit. A bad presentation of manners.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks." He looked nervous, probably expected at least a hint of contempt from the white-haired wizard, but Alexander just laughed.

"It happens to the best of us." He extended the glass back to the boy who took it with careful fingers. At least he could manage that much. Glancing down at his shirt, Alexander allowed himself half a sigh.

"I'm terribly sorry Carolyn, but I'll probably have to change. Wait for me?"

The girl blushed a little harder, nodding her head. Hmm, shyness was not particularly attractive. Giving her a wave, he started out of the room.

"That boy," a few women tittered behind him, "always such a gentleman. He'll grow up to be quite the charmer."

Alexander left the room smirking. Charmer indeed.

WC: 661

Hogwarts is known for their Parselmouths, not that they are particularly common. That was sadly the focus of your studies, you missed some of the strange happenings going on in other places. However, you did notice something interesting about Hogwarts due to this interest. Yes, the unusual number of parselmouths that reportedly go there. However, there was something else. It was the media coverage regarding dark races and traits in Hogwarts, a sweltering climate that has garnered the attention of politicians. It might be a part of the debate that propels a politician to the rank of Minister.