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[h3][color=003471]STUDENT IDENTIFICATION[/color][/h3]

[color=003471][b]N A M E:[/b][/color]
[indent]Wilfred Andrew Webb.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]N I C K N A M E:[/b][/color]
[indent]Will, which he likes or Wilf/Fred, which he takes as an insult.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]G E N D E R:[/b][/color]
[indent]Male.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]A G E:[/b][/color]
[indent]Eighteen years of age, born 10/10/1998.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]B L O O D  S T A T U S:[/b][/color]
[indent]Pure-Blood[/indent]

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[h3][color=003471]PRESENCE[/color][/h3]
[indent]Wilfred Holds himself in a very particular way, something that you might notice and react to without ever actually seeing. It's a straight backed dignity, a reserved aloofness and an eyebrow raising, lip curling, sardonically smiled demeanour that says "you aren't important enough to waste my time on". While he dresses in bright colours, styles his immaculate hair in an almost bouffant way, adds lighthearted affectations (an archaic broach here, a decorative dragon-tail spine there) to his uniform, his natural manner is that of dismissal or impatience. And while he smiles often, they are rarely ones of innocent mirth.

While striding the corridors of Salem's Witches institute, he will more than likely been seen with books held under one arm and possibly with one open in his hands. While walking from class to class, his time is more precious than ever, as it should be interruption free study time, and his aura of "don't you even dare talk to me" is intensified. Often Black Bart, his familiar, stalks ahead of its master and clears a path by staring down any student foolish enough to be an obstacle. Many a first year has backed down from the cat's bottomless green eyes staring into their very soul.

Wilfred's voice is a little high pitched and is apt to become a shrill shriek when he's furious, which is a rare event. A part of his icy composure is that most all annoyances are met with a scathing barb or acidic response rather than high pitched fury. When excited or happy, he's more likely to act without thinking and tends to gesticulate with his hands far more than usual, occasionally waving his wand around for effect. In extreme circumstances, this causes loose spells to shoot out and bewitch nearby objects. Notable examples include his pirouetting tea pot and colour changing mugs, as a result of his thirteenth birthday.[/indent] 

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[h3][color=003471]ACADEMICS[/color][/h3]

[color=003471][b]H O U S E:[/b][/color]
[indent]Good.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]Y E A R:[/b][/color]
[indent]7th year (Headboy).[/indent]

[color=003471][b]E L E C T I V E S:[/b][/color]
[indent]Study of Ancient Runes
Alchemy
Arithmancy[/indent]

[color=003471][b]B E S T  C L A S S:[/b][/color]
[indent]Transfiguration.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]W O R S T  C L A S S:[/b][/color]
[indent]Herbology.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]C L U B S:[/b][/color]
[indent]Duelling Club (President)
Potions Club
Charms Club[/indent]

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[h3][color=003471]WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY[/color][/h3]

[color=003471][b]W A N D:[/b][/color]
[indent]Ash, 10 Inches, Firm, Unicorn Tail Hair.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]P A T R O N U S:[/b][/color]
[indent]Golden Eagle [sup]Eagle patronuses are found in those with soaring ambition, lofty goals or individuals of particular majesty.[/sup][/indent]

[color=003471][b]B O G G A R T:[/b][/color]
[indent]A cracked, dirty, broken mirror. While it reflects Wilfred accurately, the fractured view through the broken glass still the most daunting image Wilfred's subconscious can conjure. It reminds him of the many dusty heirlooms that littered the Webb house during his youth and seeing himself as a part of it is painful. To overcome this visage, Wilfred wills the mirror to shatter into a thousand pieces.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]F A M I L I A R:[/b][/color]
[indent][url=https://66.media.tumblr.com/10bfdd545fc8f4e73eddd6e3c2727f1f/tumblr_mvapufw28P1rdfgw4o1_400.gif][i][color=black]Bartholomew[/color][/i][/url][indent]The classic witch's cat, Black Bart has an uncanny knack of turning up when others would prefer to be alone and watching with eyes that imply an intelligence far beyond what your average house cat should have. Much like his owner, he stalks with regal dignity and ignores pieces of string, balls of wool and all but the most tempting of flashing lights.[/indent][/indent]

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[h3][color=003471]ESSENCE[/color][/h3]

[color=003471][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y:[/b][/color]
[indent]One thing matters above everything else to Wilfred, an ideal baked into him from an early age that has become so ingrained into his personality that it's hard to say where it begins and he ends; whatever happens, whatever you feel, you must never show anything but icy calm. His father had always lived by these words, as had his father before him and so on. The Webbs of Watley Place were an old family and no son of their dynasty would do anything so common as publicly display emotions. Contempt, of course, is not an emotion but rather a default state of mind.

As a boy, Wilfred had some trouble with this viewpoint for any number of reasons. The first was that he simply didn't understand why he shouldn't let people know when he was happy, sad or angry. The second was that while his father constantly told him that he must be proud of his heritage, Will could see little to be proud of. Privately, he has since concluded that his father is most proud of his pride as the man had accomplished aught else. But youths are as impressionable as clay and by the time the young Webb was old enough to question his father's teachings, the scaffolding of his pride was hard to separate from the rocky core of his being, so closely had they been constructed.

However, Wilfred parted from his father in one significant respect. Where William Webb measures his self worth in relation to the age of his name and the purity of his blood, Wilfred is determined to have something tangible and indisputable to be proud of. And so he strives for unparalleled academic success and has big plans for life after the Institute. He studies hard and constantly, breaking only to perform his Headboy duties and attend his clubs. It's a lonely path, the one to the top, but Wilfred can comfort himself with the honest, warm glow of pride in one's own accomplishments and ferocious heat of parental resent. As it is, he's hardly ever lonely. Really, he isn't. I swear.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]R O M A N T I C   I N T E R E S T S:[/b][/color]
[indent]Wilfred would like to be in a relationship, really he would, he just isn't prepared to put himself int the vulnerable position of admitting he likes someone else. It, like so many things, is all about pride, all about image. So unless a Prince Charming comes along who's prepared to do all the work and suffer many a back handed comment, Wilfred will need to grow up a bit to be ready for romance.[/indent]

[color=003471][b]L I K E S:[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Excellence.
[*]Doing a job well.
[*]Outfits and the selection there of.
[*]Study sessions.
[*]Hot Chocolate.
[*]Romance novels, a guilty secret.
[*]Beating others.[/list][/indent]

[color=003471][b]D I S L I K E S:[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Alcohol.
[*]Spicy food.
[*]Getting dirty.
[*]Being disturbed.
[*]Slackers.
[*]First years that try to pet Black Bart.
[*]Failure and mediocrity.[/list][/indent]

[color=003471][b]H O B B I E S:[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]The study and (tentative) practise of Spellcrafting.
[*]Creating or modifying clothes, mostly magically.
[*]Duelling, he's the current president of the Duelling Club.
[*]Collecting Chocolate-Frog Trading[sup]TM[/sup] cards.[/list][/indent]

[color=003471][b]F E A R S:[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Becoming his father.
[*]Failing his own standards.
[*]Looking a fool.[/list][/indent]

[color=003471][b]B A C K G R O U N D:[/b][/color]
[indent]Born to William and Rachel Webb in an ornate room and on a grand fourposter bed, right from the start Wilfred surrounded by faded symbols of the illustrious history his father talked of so often. He grew up with moth eaten tapestries, dirty paintings and crackling volumes recording the histories of the family Webb as his constant companions. He was told so often that family, history and blood were important by his father (Rachel Webb left them both a few years after Will's birth and has not been heard from since) that it was simply unavoidable that he absorb the dogma on some level. But William Webb had failed at so many things in life, from politics to business (it was half the reason that the Webb family fortunes were so much diminished) to his marriage and raising his son to be like him was no exception.

From his very first day at Salem Witches Institute, Wilfred made it clear that no one would get in the way of his progress upward and onward. The teachers generally regarded him as a severe young man of enormous talent and potential but sadly lacking in humility. Those who were of a sterner, rules focused disposition took to him more than others, as Wilfred would snap almost as ferociously as them if he saw another student slacking, skiving or cheating. And while this behaviour didn't endear him much to any student with a less rigid perspective on regulation, his uncommon skill at Wizard Duelling saved him from a constant barrage of retributory jinxes, hexes and curses. And so he progressed through the school with many critics, few friends, no enemies and a truly exemplary academic record.

While his star rose, however, his relationship with his father soured. Wilfred no longer treated the old man with the respect, reverence and unquestioning deference William had come to expect. And he found, much to his surprise and wroth, that his son had outstripped him magically and could certainly not be bullied or coerced with force. During the holidays, the two Webb men stay in opposite wings of their decrepit family home and exchange as few words as possible. So when Wilfred found out he had achieved no result lower than Exceeds Expectations and more Outstandings than not in his O.W.L.s, he had no one to tell but his cat, Bartholomew.

Wilfred was gratified but not particularly surprised to receive the Headboy's badge in the weeks before his return for his 7th and final year at the Institute. He intends to keep his head down, study harder than ever and leave school with spectacular N.E.W.T. results, glowing references and a thirst for success. He'll head for the political sector and see which party is most likely to reward his considerable talents with exposure. That is, of course, assuming that nothing blindsides him before then, like love, friendship, adventure or something else inconvenient. That would be simply the worst.[/indent]

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