[hider=Iorweth Caradog]
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[b][u]Name[/u][/b]
Iorweth Caradog
[sub][i]Yar-weth cah-rah-dog[/i][/sub]

[b][u]Age[/u][/b]
15

[b][u]Birthday[/u][/b]
January 19th

[b][u]Sex[/u][/b]
Male

[b][u]Ethnicity[/u][/b]
Welsh

[b][u]Nationality[/u][/b]
British

[b][u]Blood Status[/u][/b]
Half-Blood
[sub]The youngest of an ancient family in Wales, Iorweth is the first in his family's current generation to attend Hogwarts. The Caradogs, one of Wales' oldest Halfblood families, are considered strange by most well-to-do wizarding families, with a relatively pureblooded lineage being tarnished by rumors that interbreeding with goblins, elves, and trolls was a common Caradog practice before written records -- This is also the assumed explanation for frequently occasional short stature of Caradog men like Iowerth's father Elgar, as well as an explanation for their strange behavior.[/sub]

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[b][u]School Year[/u][/b]
Fifth Year

[b][u]Hogwarts House[/u][/b]
Hufflepuff
[sub]The sorting hat announced Iorweth's house before the headmaster could let go of its brim. Iorweth isn't even sure if he felt the hat touch his hair.[/sub]

[b][u]Pet[/u][/b]
Cat
[sub]Iorweth has a widely-hated cat named Taffy, who is a fifteen-year old Maine coon. It is known for loudly meowing until he can find Iorweth, and sneezing thick globs of mucus on the floors of the Hufflepuff common room. He is at the very least, a good mouser, if the number of voles, mice, and shrews he lines by Iorweth's bed is any indication. Considering that their dormitory is immediately next to the kitchen, many Hufflepuffs are quietly grateful for this task.[/sub]

[b][u]Boggart[/u][/b]
Kelpie
[sub]Iorweth was nearly taken by a kelpie as a young boy while on a hunting trip with his father, who had lured him onto its back by disguising itself as a beautiful white horse. When he climbed atop it, its appearance changed to its true form -- a waterlogged black horse, with long, sharp, teeth and bulging, dead grey eyes. Through the use of the Ridikulus charm, it is given four well-oiled rollerskates.[/sub]

[b][u]Wand[/u][/b] 
Bloodwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 11 ¾ inches, Unyielding
[sub]"Bloodwood favors those who are kind-hearted, passive, reclusive, and free-spirited. This exotic wand type has the characteristic of working easily with all types of Elemental Magic (next to Birch and Ebony wands), but particularly in Water spells. Bloodwood wands help to uncover buried and/or long lost secrets, and are also one of the most powerful wand types for use in Divination and Healing Magic. However, Bloodwood wand tend to favor those who are reclusive and prefer to keep out of the limelight, thus it also makes for a good wand when used in the Logical Arts of Magic. This wand type is seen among all the Houses of Hogwarts and has no particular affinity to a certain House. However, it is suspected that Bloodwood wands have a leaning affinity to both House Ravenclaw and House Slytherin. Bloodwood has a brilliant red color that darkens with age."[/sub]

[b][u]Favourite Lesson[/u][/b]
Herbology
[sub]Iorweth, having farmed many of the magical vegetables and beaten back many of the magical weeds that are studied in the class, has an advantage almost like taking a language course in a tongue he speaks at home. Due to his effortless high marks in the class, the workaround Professor Beery has reached in order to fairly grade his pupils is to simply not assign Iorweth partners for projects.[/sub]

[b][u]Least Favourite Lesson[/u][/b]
Potions
[sub]Iorweth is simply bad at potions-making, and that would be a generous statement to make. He lacks the grace, patience, and attentiveness necessary for the delicate measurements, stirring, and pouring needed in the class. Watching him mix potions is like watching a child attempt to bake a cake, and he is frequently made to sit in the back of class or is outright dismissed for the day by Professor Slughorn in an effort to not waste ingredients.[/sub]

[b][u]Extracurricular Activities[/u][/b]
Frog Choir
[sub]To Iorweth's surprise, when he attended the first meeting of Frog Choir, the extracurricular had nothing to do with making choirs of frogs sing through magic. To his equal surprise, he was told he was a baritone-bass, which was precisely the range they lacked. The Frog Choir is one of the few things Iorweth takes very seriously.[/sub]

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[b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]
Iorweth, while not exceptionally tall, short, fat or thin, Iorweth's appearance tends to stand out in crowds. He has a strangely alien look, as if he's both listening and drifting away, which isn't helped by the fact that he only ever smiles. He has brown hair which is never combed or brushed, but remains presentable regardless. His eyes are a deep reddish hazelnut, and his complexion is slightly sallow and pale.

He's known for having a feint damp smell with him, wherever he goes, and tends to carry himself with a relaxed fluidity when he walks, as well as a perpetual slouch. He favors simple clothes, and usually wears solid color sweaters, t-shirts, and jeans when out of uniform. He wears a thick plaid jacket in the colder months, although it's very apparent that the jacket is a size too large for him to fit, and wears the same pair of black boots twelve months a year, in and out of uniform.

[b][u]Personality[/u][/b]
Iorweth is strange, even by Hogwarts standards. He prefers his own company, or the company of plants and animals. When he ventures off into the forest, he's never seen practicing any spells or painting any landscapes, or even reading a book. He just [i]sits[/i]. Aside from his penchant for lone hikes through the wilderness, Iorweth's odd mannerisms coupled with his near-unintelligible accent win him few friends. He has an oddly specific diet he does not break, never stops smiling, and has a distinct damp smell. Iorweth is weird, to say the least. In spite of this, Iorweth is unshakably [i]nice[/i]. Although he's hardly the type to greet others with a hug, Iorweth has a deep-seated love for all creatures. He holds a firm belief that naturally, everyone is born good, and remains good deep down. He is almost unrealistically slow to anger, and only ever intervenes in situations without using violence. He is a vegetarian, and claims to have nursed a Hippogriff back to health, though this claim is disputed. 

[b][u]Backstory[/u][/b]
Growing up on the Caradog Farm, Iorweth is a boy of simple tastes. He enjoys hiking through the wilderness, sleeping in trees, and shearing sheep. He has an older brother and two older sisters, and is the only male in his family to fluently speak English -- His home village of Cerrigydrudion is one of the smallest in Wales, hidden away from the English language and muggles alike. His life before, and during, his tenure at Hogwarts has been remarkably tame. No tragic deaths have befallen his family, no rugged battle scars decorate his thin frame. He has a quiet politeness about him bordering on classical stoicism, and his stories about his home life are all so boring that people interrupt him, which he takes on the chin. Iorweth isn't really the type to speak up about matters like that. He'd just smile.

[b][u]Extra[/u][/b]
[hider]There were lots of things about his farm Iorweth missed at Hogwarts. His missed his mother's porridge, a lumpy mass of oats he'd have to chew with his back teeth, and he missed his father's car and the warm rides it had. Right now, he missed his garden. It had all sorts of herbs and spices, and those were precisely what he needed. Taffy had been sick for a fortnight and didn't look like he was getting better any time soon. What he needed were some Snargaluff pods, and as a wee first year, there wasn't any chance he'd be allowed close enough to collect them, sick cat or not. There wasn't any place where he knew where to get them, but there was... A door? It certainly was,
but, Iorweth had been pacing to himself in the hall for quite a while. There wasn't a door there his first lap, or his second, or his hundred-and-tenth. And yet, there it was before him, as plan as the nose on his face.

Iorweth was the son of a shepherd. He wasn't one to blindly trust magical doors, but this door was too good to be true. It was in Hogwarts, and nothing bad ever really happened there, after all. He looked both ways, as if he were about to steal the hat off of Professor Beery's head, and entered the room. It was warmer than he expected. Brighter, too. It was filled with potted rows of every kind of plant he could think of. The windows, while too frosted to allow him to look out, let in a tremendous amount of light. Iorweth idly wondered to himself what time of day it had to have been for the room to have that much light, closing the door behind him. Almost immediately, he found what he needed -- Not just a Snargaluff, but [i]three[/i], all de-podded, with their harvested contents in five neat jars. They seemed oddly friendly, allowing him to get close enough to the shelf nearest them to grab a jar without so much as a hiss.

[abbr=Thank you, magic room.]"Thank ye, mageck rum."[/abbr] Iorweth said with a nod, closing the door behind him. In his experience, thieving from them or not, it was good to thank the magic doors that opened up for him, like the mouths of a gift horse. Taffy's cold would be cured in no time.[/hider] 
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