[b]Name:[/b]
Phoenix Woods

[b]Age:[/b] 
11

[b]Gender:[/b]
Male

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[b]Additional Appearance Information:[/b]
At 5' 1", Phoenix is certainly taller than the usual 11 year old you can find. Behind the brown hair and black glasses, green eyes shine bright with intelligence and awareness. A sharp nose and thin lips are the only other features of his simple face. His body is slightly lanky, and is hardly noticeable under thick clothes. 

[b]House:[/b]
Ravenclaw


[b]Wand:[/b]
-Hawthorne Wood
-Unicorn Hair
-14 and 1/2" 
-Unyielding Flexibility

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[b]Blood Type:[/b]
Half-Blood
-Muggle Mother


[b]Personality:[/b]
Phoenix is normally quiet and independent, more comfortable tinkering with his various inventions rather than with people.
He is highly intelligent, but hardly ever shares much with others. He is also a perfectionist, and constantly self doubts himself to the point where it it crippling.

[b]History:[/b]
Phoenix was born into a slightly rich family of four. His brother, Alexander, is homeschooled. His mother is a muggle that had fallen in love with his father, and even more when he warned her that he was a wizard. They conceived Phoenix on April 3rd, two years after their marriage. Growing up, Phoenix was slightly spoiled and well taken care of. He has an affinity for Charms, and looks forward to the class.


[b]Pet:[/b]
Cyrus (Barn Owl)


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[b]RP Example:[/b]
Tugging at the uncomfortably-tight tie around his neck, Phoenix observes himself in the old, dusty mirror. With a sigh, he retrieves a rag from under the sink and wipes off a streak of dust, just enough so that he can see. The tie is still refusing to straighten, and he only has a few minutes before he has to join his family in the living room. 

"Weddings are too much work for what it is worth..." he mutters to himself.