Nicknames: No one’s ever given him one.
Birthdate: 12th September, 1882
Current Age: 11 Years
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Reputation: 8
No one knows much about this boy, or where he comes from. His parents are reclusive, and not very present in wizarding society. They spend a lot of time away from home. Rumours have it they’re foreign. Or muggles. Or vampires.*(*they are, and he’s a half-vampire, and also a bastard)
Residence: Elsewhere
Hogwarts House: TBA - to be sorted
Wand: Pine, 11 1/2”, dragon heartstring, unyielding.
Race / Blood Status: Half vampire
Social Class: Upper
Family:
Marius Sinnet | “Father” | Vampire
Rebekah Asgaut | Mother | Vampire
AngieSinnetSwan | Adopted sister
Everett Grimm | Birth father (unknown)
Mrs. Murray | Nanny, de facto guardian
Appearance: His half-vampire nature has given Connor a pale, anaemic look that no amount of sunlight can fix – in fact, he burns abnormally easily in it, so avoids the outdoors in summer as much as he can. He has brown hair and rich brown eyes, both (as his mother can tell, though Connor can only assume) inherited from his birth father; these only serve to make his skin look paler. He doesn’t smile often – or talk more than he has to – as when he does, attention might be drawn to his more-sharply-pointed-than-usual canine teeth. His clothes are well-tailored and kept mostly neat, besides getting inkstains on his sleeve cuffs. He’s on the tall side for his age and of an upright posture, but is a little gaunt and gangly no matter how determinedly he holds himself, which makes him look weaker and more prone to ill-health than he is. (He doesn’t go out of his way to be active, anyway: it’s not like he’s ever had many playmates to go running about or flying with.) He started learning to write with his left hand, but was trained to switch to his right, so is still fairly ambidextrous for most things – he takes pride even in little skills like these.
History:
1882 | Connor is born into an unorthodox existence, as a bastard and the product of an affair. But that’s not all – his mother is a vampire. Her husband is also a vampire, and so – fortunately or unfortunately – regardless of the circumstances, they raise him together. It’s not entirely new to them – they adopted a daughter years before Connor. By 1882, their daughter, Angie, already spends most of her time away at Hogwarts.
1883 | Connor is too young to remember it, but this summer Angie packs up her things and leaves home for the last time. After her last year of Hogwarts, she isn’t coming back.
1884 - 1893 | Connor’s memories are this: their home. It is large, and old, and luxurious, crammed with strange things and trinkets and antiques. The library is expansive, and filled with books of different eras and languages. It stands out of the way, surrounded by forests – visitors are few and far between. His parents are sometimes there, and often not; there is a small but discreet staff at the house, well-paid to mind their own business. Mrs. Murray is the nurse who raised him, and although Connor can be stubborn and difficult, she stays on to look after him.
As he grows, Connor sees more of the continent than of Britain, when his parents take him along on their travels – as they move from place to place across Europe, living in (lonely) luxury. His parents seem to have deep-rooted histories everywhere they go; but Connor sees little of this. He is mostly cooped up in a series of different houses, different rooms with a view. He lacks for nothing – all he has to do is ask for something and it will be arranged – except for company his own age. (He doesn’t ever ask for it – because he’s known nothing else; because he doesn’t know how to interact with people his own age; because he’s afraid they will think him strange, and be bewildered by his life – and so it is rarely supplied.)
His mother has (erratic, unpredictable, sometimes extreme) affection for him, but Connor knows something isn’t right. Maybe it is the empty space left by his so-called sister, that they are haunted by their other failure at raising a child; maybe it is that Marius is not his father, and cannot bring himself to love Connor the same way. Maybe vampires, centuries old and flighty, and more obsessed with blood and one another than anything else, just aren’t much suited to raising children.
1894 | It is a shock to Connor when he receives his Hogwarts letter. Not because he didn’t know that he was magical – his mother once told him his father was a wizard – but because it all feels very distant and far away, some fairytale story. His sister went there, and never came back. He has imagined his life will continue the same way forever – trailing along after his parents, left in foreign rooms in foreign cities, with little to do and less to care about. His parents debate the Hogwarts letter, he thinks – he hears them discuss whether it is wise to send him again, or whether it is safer to keep him with them – but in the end, Connor says he wants to go. Wise or not, then, it doesn’t matter: they let him.
Personality: Serious and smart and a little peculiar. A feral kitten of an eleven-year-old boy, Connor hasn’t had much practice interacting with people his own age. Still, he is quiet and calm and collected, and generally quick to learn, prone to listening and taking in the scene and its players before acting. He thinks of himself as independent, although he has never entirely had to fend for himself – he’s learned more from books and newspapers than from actually being involved in the world. Surprisingly cynical and bitter for someone so young, he is already generally distrustful and disaffected with the world – and he wants more out of life, but hasn’t quite worked out what, or how to get it.
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