Full Name: Ilyas Bashir
Nicknames: TBD!
Birthdate: February 16th, 1864
Current Age: Twenty-Eight Years
Gender: Male
Occupation: Museum Curator
Reputation: 9.
Residence: Townhome in Cambridge, across the river from Jesus Green.
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Alumnus ('82)
Wand: Hornbeam, 11", Troll whisker, Rigid
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Middle Class
Family:

— Bashir, Father [18XX-1884]
— Bashir (née —), Mother [18XX]

Appearance:

At average height and always on the thinner side, Ilyas retains his boyish looks from his youth, save for a sharper jawline and slightly more muscle definition. He has an olive complexion that's unusually prone to scarring, even when magic is used to heal minor cuts and injuries. He dresses conservatively, without any frills or bright colors. His black hair is kept short, as it's near impossible to keep looking smooth and professional when his curls grow out more than a few inches.

He carries himself stiffly and never looks comfortable in his environment whether he's at home or at a quidditch match*. It's not uncommon for his bottom lip to be chewed to the point of scabbing. He doesn't know how to keep still, so his hands are always moving—tapping against his leg, fiddling with a quill, drawing shapes in the air. He used to twirl his wand around, but stopped when he accidentally sent off sparks and scared someone sitting nearby.

*the exception is his job, where he's somehow always at ease.

History:

1864 | Ilyas is born the first—and eventually, the only—child to his parents, a healer and his muggle housewife. The birth is a traumatic one, and his mother is warned not to try for any future children.

1867 | It is shortly after his third birthday that Ilyas' mother becomes aware of the magical world. Ilyas gets his arm stuck between the gate outside of their London townhome, and his mother's panic sends him into a fit of panic. Between the snot and the sobs, he manages to get free—but only when the bar dissolves to dust before he and his mother's eyes. To this day Ilyas cannot recall the incident, but he can recall his mother's shrilly voice as she screamed at his father for an hour straight.

1875 | Ilyas goes off to Hogwarts and is sorted into Hufflepuff. This isn't surprising—his mother's fear of her muggle friends and relatives finding out about her husband and child being wizards led to a rather sheltered childhood, and as a result he ended up shy, albeit still kind. He makes a few friends, but worries about keeping up with his studies. He's no good with his wand his first year, but he discovers a love of history.

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