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[center][h1][color=0c6f96]Adrian Crawford[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=gray][i]"If you're going through hell, keep going."[/i][/color]
[color=0c6f96]Fourteen[/color] + [color=0c6f96]Male[/color] + [color=0c6f96]Bisexual[/color][/center][hr][hr]
[color=0c6f96][u]Full Name[/u][/color]
Adrian Zaran Crawford.

[color=0c6f96][u]Age[/u][/color]
Fourteen years old.

[color=0c6f96][u]Birthday[/u][/color]
November 29th, 1943.

[color=0c6f96][u]Sex[/u][/color]
Male.

[color=0c6f96][u]Ethnicity[/u][/color]
Caucasian.

[color=0c6f96][u]Nationality[/u][/color]
English.


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[color=0c6f96][u]School Year[/u][/color]
Fourth Year.

[color=0c6f96][u]Blood Status[/u][/color]
Pure-blood.

[color=0c6f96][u]Hogwarts House[/u][/color]
Ravenclaw.

[color=0c6f96][u]Pet[/u][/color]
Screech Owl.

[color=0c6f96][u]Boggart[/u][/color]
An enormous swarm of insects surrounding him. They all turn into confettis.

[color=0c6f96][u]Wand[/u][/color]
Ten inches, Pine wood, Unicorn hair. Unyielding.

[color=0c6f96][u]Favourite lesson[/u][/color]
[b]Potions:[/b] The complex art of potions suits his intellectual needs. He enjoys how precise the concoction of a potion is. He is always fascinated by studying the different ingredients and how large is the range of power between different ingredients. He cannot deny that Professor Slughorn is one of his favourite professors; a fascinating man who always has an interesting comment or story to add to his lessons. He admires him and hopes to become just as talented as him in the art of potions.

[color=0c6f96][u]Least Favourite Lesson[/u][/color]
[b]Flying:[/b] Adrian could not find a lesson more boring than the flying one. As nice and intelligent the professor is, flying around on a broom and learning the basics of directing your broom feels like a waste of the young man's time. He has always been an intellectual, the kind of guy you find reading a book everywhere. Knowledge is power, he knows it all too well. As of the flying class at Hogwarts, he is not learning anything that his father didn't make sure he knew about flying a broom.

[color=0c6f96][u]Extracurricular Activities[/u][/color]
None, at the moment. The young Crawford is an introvert at heart, a loner. He prefers to wander the hallways alone, visit the library and borrow a few new books or even walk in the gorgeous parc behind Hogwarts. 
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[color=0c6f96][u]Appearance[/u][/color]
As cliché as it may sound, he has the face of an angel. Very soft traits, a rather pale skin from all the time he spends inside or hiding in the shadows where no one can see him, piercing ocean blue eyes and rather light brown hair that could almost look blond in the right angle, under the sun. His only facial imperfection is a small scar cutting across his left brow and a few freckles. Although, one could argue that it adds to his charms.

Adrian is rather thin, but he is not skinny. He has thin and well-defined muscles from a lot of training he pushes himself through. He hides well maintained pectoral and abdominal muscles under his shirt. But you can never see him show off his body, you’ll never catch him wearing tight-fitting clothes. Without being complexed by his own body, he’s simply not comfortable with the idea of people looking at him. 

[color=0c6f96][u]Personality[/u][/color]
The Crawford is a loner and has always been one. He doesn’t like the company of people and he doesn’t hesitate to let people who come too close know. He feels awkward in their presence and he never knows what to say, which frustrates him. When he does communicate, he often comes across as either incredibly shy or arrogant. He knows his skills and by being a very good observer, he can often tell people’s weaknesses and he will often call people on them, not realizing how much hatred that can bring him. He’s quiet and calm, you’ll find often find him in the corner of a room or slightly distanced from the crowd. But as any normal being, he has his own type of anger. It doesn’t come out often, he doesn’t let it, but when it does, it’s violent and it is cruel. It brought him a lot of trouble as a child. 

Adrian is also a very intelligent young man, a good strategist, even if he doesn’t share his strategies easily. He is always observing others, how they act, what they seem to feel. He enjoys the art of analyzing people. He's not always successful at reading everyone, but he would like to think that the long hours he spends quietly observing people brings him a certain talent at reading others. You have to push through a lot of barriers to get to the real Adrian, but when you do, you can find a kind and rather interesting kid behind all the silences and apparent hatred of others. A part of him always craves sharing his knowledge and interests with others, the sad thing is only that he doesn't know how to do so.


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[color=0c6f96][u]Backstory[/u][/color]
Not all Pure-blood families revel is the birth of their own child. Some families, or parents, see it more as a responsability than a gift. And they will treat their child as such; a responsability. That is how Adrian grew up, in a little town near London: under the scrutinity of his father's eyes. Always getting criticized for not developing his magic fast enough, for not showing prowesses out of the ordinary. As ordinary as a young wizard could be. No matter how loving his mother was and how much she tried to calm down her husband and his far too ambitious goals for his son, Adrian slowly turned into a troubled child. He would climb on trees and roofs of the neighbourhood to avoid his father, to avoid the imaginary homework he made up for him every single day. It was all innocent, at first, and mostly resulted in him building a shell around himself. He seemed mostly quiet, you could barely get a word out of him. Rebel sometimes, obedient other times. Definitely not what his father was expecting of him, but nothing worthy of a lot of worry. That is until they found him hitting the young boy living next door so violently that his teeth were popping out of his small mouth. It had came out of nowhere. A simple, silly story about who got to play with the magic broom this time. His parents had never seen the young Crawford so angry, especially for such a small thing. 

In the years that followed the event, the young boy just kept hiding himself in hiw own mind, distancing himself more and more from his parents, never sharing his feelings with them. He learned to let his anger eat him inside, instead of pouring it unto innocent people, especially that such action would usually bring him unwanted attention. Nowadays, it is rather hard to make Adrian show you his anger, but if it does happen, there is a high chance that something as savage as the fight he had with that young boy could happen. He simply cannot control his outbursts once they're out of his system. That is why he mostly prefers the company of books than the company of people. Not only can he not communicate well with them, but he also doesn't understand most people, making him feel frustrated for being such a freak. But the young wizard also became more obedient, with the sole purpose of making his time with his father less painful, shorter. So he would accompany his father to his office or to wherever he wanted to have the lesson of the day, he would listen to him, practice what was asked of him and then he would go back to his room and spend the rest of the day reading books and hiding what he couldn't say out loud in journals he kept under his bed. He knew his father couldn't complain about him spending most of his time reading books quietly in his room; he was learning, and he was passionate about it, teaching himself about the magic world, and the history of his people. He was getting ready to head to Hogwarts.

And the day came where his letter was delivered by a gorgeous owl on windowsill of the kitchen. A moment of great happiness and pride for his parents, and a relief for himself. They spent hours planning and shopping for what he needed, preparing the young boy for his first entrance at one of the most respected magical institutions. Without a look behind, he left his parents near the King's Cross Station. He was more than ready for a new life, for something different. He was ready for a place that could finally let him develop his natural skills and intelligence. He could prove himself to be better than his father even thought he was. Yes, he was ready.


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One of his first nights at Hogwarts. First year students were no longer guided by Prefects to head to the Great Hall; they were expected to remember the way by now. The few times Adrian had been guided, or forced, to head to the Great Hall in company of his fellow Ravenclaw comrades, had been excruciating. The feeling of hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, snickers exchanged between kids that must have been directed at him, and the overwhelming sensation caused by hundreds of different conversatons and ambient noises had been enough to make him feel sick. An introvert at heart, the Crawford had barely been able to eat and had only done so to avoid unwanted attention on his person. 

Tonight was different. He was free to make his own way from the Ravenclaw Tower to the Great Hall. By the time he took to convince himself the place wasn't so close to his personal Hell as he was making it to be, dinner time was long gone. But being the quiet type came with its perks; he would often end up listening on conversations around him and no one paid much attention to him. He had heard students discussing expeditions to the kitchens and how the house-elves had been either generous or inattentive. In either case, Adrian could easily obtain food without having to mingle in the chaos of the Great Hall. Only one problem had occur in his plan: the young wizard did not have the trace of a clue as to where the kitchens where situated in the castle. Technically, they could have been anywhere. After all, it was with magic that food came from the kitchen directly to the long tables of each House in the Hall. Adrian had found himself with no other choice than to wander on different hallways of the school in hope to stumble upon his destination by pure luck. 

That is until he caught conspicuous movement from the corner of his eye. He had been in a relatively empty hallway, barely decorated with any paintings and the onlt door he had found had been a closet. But out of nowhere, this incredibly grand and detailed double door was standing in front of him, asking to be opened. For a second, the Ravenclaw had been more scared than eager to open the doors, until he remembered bedtime stories from his father about certain room that would open to the desperate seekers. Could this be the Room of Requirement? Adrian had always thought it was a legend made-up by his father, a fairy tale to excite his curiostiy about Hogwarts. Said curiosity pushing him, the young boy turned the handle of the left door and peeked his head inside of what stood behind. His breath caught in his throat and a choked sound escaped his lips. [i]"No way..."[/i] was the only thing he could think of while admiring the long table filled with various meals from one side to another. Maybe he didn't have to find the kitchens after all. 
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