Throwien Hawksmoor

Throwien Hawskmoor (fae-human)

Male, age 20s (slower aging), 5th year equivalent

Hair - dark brown; Eyes - violet blue; Skin Tone - ruddy

Preferred Clothing - traditional Celtic wear, sandals and kilts, sometimes gloves, and hardly ever wears a shirt, though has specially made robes to fit over his delicate wings

Specialties - Herbalism and History of Magic are Throwien's strongest points. His mother enjoys her job as a tender of plants, and his sire... well, he's an orchid-fey. From them he learned much, but he plans on finding out plenty more about the Human world of his mother.

Weaknesses - he's non-human, and technically that marks him as 'unteachable'. However, really what he fails in classes at is Arithmancy. He's just dismal with numbers, though he's acceptable with angles and physically represented things.

Wand - Throwien is not technically entitled to use, carry or even own a wand. Zora and the instructors at House Domina don't think too much of that 'law', so they use it more as a sort of guideline... ;)

Length: long, 14 inch
Wood: Mistletoe (love)
Core: Werewolf fang (wilderness affinity)

Familiar - none yet

Unusual Studies - he knows plenty more about the fey world than any Human kid, or even some scholars. He traveled frequently between the border-worlds and Earth, like his father.

Standing at Azayah Yazai

House Domina Personalities
	Throwien Hawskmoor (fae-human) Male, age 20s (slower aging), 5th year equivalent Hair - dark brown; Eyes - violet blue; Skin Tone - ruddy Preferred Clothing - traditional Celtic wear, sandals and kilts, sometimes gloves, and hardly ever wears a shirt, though has specially made robes to fit over his delicate wings Specialties - Herbalism and History of Magic are Throwien's strongest points. His mother enjoys her job as a tender of plants, and his sire... well, he's an orchid-fey. From them he learned much, but he plans on finding out plenty more about the Human world of his mother. Weaknesses - he's non-human, and technically that marks him as 'unteachable'. However, really what he fails in classes at is Arithmancy. He's just dismal with numbers, though he's acceptable with angles and physically represented things. Wand - Throwien is not technically entitled to use, carry or even own a wand. Zora and the instructors at House Domina don't think too much of that 'law', so they use it more as a sort of guideline... ;) Length: long, 14 inch Wood: Mistletoe (love) Core: Werewolf fang (wilderness affinity) Familiar - none yet Unusual Studies - he knows plenty more about the fey world than any Human kid, or even some scholars. He traveled frequently between the border-worlds and Earth, like his father. Standing at Azayah Yazai

Throwien hovered, most usually. They hadn't bothered sending him to a broomstick flight class, there was no point. Unlike some fey creatures, he didn't make 'flapping' noises when he flew around, he was almost entirely silent. Perhaps there was the hint of a crinkle, the faint sound of Autumn leaves being crushed underfoot or gently falling to the ground... He was handsome, he knew it, his eyebrows were heavy and his violet colored eyes attracted many girls. He knew it was also his father's allure, as an orchid-fey he was innately sensual. He'd taken his mother's last name, since most fey didn't have any. Plus, he'd taken on her family's tartan pattern because it matched his eyes. He spoke with a deep accent, in a quiet voice more often than not. A whisper from him can silence a room, and he's not afraid to shout as well. He hates hiding. Whenever the accreditation authorities march through the country and root out schools to see if they're instructing the right subjects in the right quantities, pushing out the right students and not teaching non-humans... Well, he has to hide. Him and several others, usually wind up lurking in the greenhouse or past the Quidditch patch in the woods. It rankles him, but he understands it. Perhaps some day, there will come equality again for the many Twilight species of the world. Centaurs, fairies, elves (not those hideous slaves the House elves, he shudders to think that they gave up their very will to live without being told what to do), giants and whatever else ... They should get their say. Perhaps, with so many House Domina students coming away from their studies not only as solid Wizards and Witches, but as dragon-riders too, there may come a time when they simply put their foot down and insist upon being heard. He'll be right up front when that happens. * There were a wide variety of odd people at this hatching that Throwien was attending. A beautiful and tall elf woman paused when looking over Throwien, he chuckled to himself. That was nice, she was an immortal and doubtless thousands of years older than he was, but still he could catch her eye. But what caught his own eye was one of the final hatchlings from Kerenenth and Arikith's nest. A bronze, hatched almost at the same time as the smallish gold queen - who he allowed to pass and choose her own bond first. How noble of him. You know it, Sacuth bespoke into Throwien's mind. The fey lad felt a wave of hunger, relief, and pride - his dragon huffed at another hatchling as they passed, and Sacuth met up with Throwien to merely gaze directly into his eyes. Yes, indeed. Noble are we, I sense you require more than mere magic to aid you.** Throwien smiled, the dragonet knew his response even if he didn't speak it aloud: We will show the Wizarding world who can and can't be magical.
Name: Sacuth Gender: Male Rank: Stormwing Bronze Abilities: Teleportation, flight, fire-breath (non-assisted), telepathy (with bond and other dragons Size: 13' shoulder