[hider=Forrest Maevyn - old port]Name: Forrest Maevyn
Being: Human - Witch 
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: 
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Forrest stands at an even 6'2. He's not a muscular man, being tall and lean and light. His hair is black, shining brown in bright light, with a thin silver streak near the front (a birthmark.) His eyes are a dark brown. His attire normally consists of semi-formalwear in public (a pair of good pants and a nice shirt). At home, his clothes are much more relaxed and 'exotic', a nod to his magical heritage. Under his shirt (or just plainly when not in public) he wears a few long necklaces. These hold pendants and charms given to him by his grandmother, who believes they help balance the soul and augment his magical ability. The feather earring and rings are also a nod to his grandmother, and though he'd never wear them in public, he wears them at home, to visit her, and while performing particularly advanced magic.

Powers: Forrest is a skilled witch for his age. He can cast an array of simple spells without a word but still relies on a reference for more complicated and powerful spells. He’s particularly adept in potion making and medicinal uses of witchcraft.  

Bio: Forrest comes from a long line of witches, though he is the first boy in his family to show any magical ability. His grandmother and two great-aunts raised him, and taught him everything he knows. 
Currently, Forrest attends university for medicine. He aims to become a doctor and find a way to combine both medicinal witchcraft and modern medicine in an effort to improve them both, and to save lives.  

Personality: Forrest is an earthy and decent fellow, a smart boy without a mean bone in his body. He’s clever and witty, well in touch with his feminine side, but mostly remains genuine and courteous. Being a man raised in the early 1900’s he’s chivalrous and polite to all he meets. He has his gloomy side, as all people do, and his angry side as well. Though, more often than not he won’t be the one starting the fight, rather trying to break it up. He can definitely be a worrier, and sometimes he cares too much for his own good. He remains devoted to the sanctity of life and dislikes harming or killing anything without a reason.
He also takes pride in his magical heritage and steeps himself in it. It helps that he still lives with his grandmother and aunts in a large, old house filled to the brim with everything a witch needs to practice magic. He's become somewhat of an apothecary among his friends, who simply think he's good with home remedies. 
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