Full Name: Aristotle King
Nicknames: Ari
Birthdate: July 3, 1864
Current Age: 25
Occupation: Freelancer, Artist,
Reputation: 9 - Because he's not an active member of society?
Residence: Elsewhere, Currently at his family home in some wizarding manor.
Hogwarts House: Former Hufflepuff
Wand: Pine, Flexible, Unicorn hair 10"
Blood Status: Halfblood
Social Class: Upper
Family: He has a father, mother and an elder brother and younger sister.
Appearance: He's 5'11" and decidedly average in both height and build but can be considered weedy or skinny as his frame isn't too muscular. He has pale brown hair and blue eyes, and pale skin that barely sees any sunlight. He's ambidextrous and thinks he's quite clever because of it and he leaves his clothing choices up to either his sister or his manservant. If he had his way he probably would never change clothes and be a complete bum in garb covered in either paint or clay. His lack of care bothers his sister greatly. He is the type to ruin a good pair of pants by sitting down on grass and watching a meteorshower.

History: In his own words nothing exceptional has ever happened to him - he was born the middle son of an uppercrust family with an ambitious Slytherin brother and father and Gryffindor younger sister and mother. He sort of floated along through childhood and preferred greatly to look at the world around him than actually interact with it. He preferred to read, paint and draw and was quite talented at it. His family expected him to go into Ravenclaw at sorting however it was not to be and he was sorted into Hufflepuff.

School was pretty much a non-event for him as he received passing grades in all but the electives of Art where he shone though in Charms classes which allowed for his own brand of creativity also proved his skill. He would much rather daydream and pursue his own passion than do what others would have him do.

He went abroad on a Grand Tour after graduation to museum hop, and visit and view great sites - bankrolled by his family however the death his grandfather in June has called him home and his mother and sister have decided that he needs a wife to look after him properly and to provide proper motivation to do something with his life.

Personality: Absent minded / Creative / Friendly / Hardworking - will forget everything around him while inspired / Fluffy / Dreamy / Introvert - being around people is exhausting.
Other: [Any other information you want to include.]
Sample Roleplay Post:

Aristotle could hear shouting downstairs as his sister and mother had one of their fabled disagreements about what was considered proper amongst the ladies of today. Their disagreements were legendary amongst the staff as his sister loved to declare that his mother was woefully old fashioned and his mother liked to declare that his sister was causing shame to come down upon their heads.

Afterall what would the Lestranges think!

Aristotle rolled his eyes, what would the Lestranges think? Did it really matter?

He stared at the blank page infront of him and let a brief smile twist his lips upwards. His quill was right there and in his mind he could see again the young woman that he'd met just once at the dance. The brush danced in his finger tips as he painted her face, her cheek bones and those very pink lips.

Her face was flushed from the exercise and showing a rosy hue.

It was just a quick drawing, not much of a likeness at all.

But she was beautiful, then again all women were beautiful and he did love to appreciate them all.

He could hear the thumping of his sisters storming feet on the stairs and turned to face the door, ready for her to storm in and declare that they were going out because she could not tolerate their mother right now and she was being so unfair and mean about yadada yada and she needed him as chaperone ever since blah blah something about their father and brother.

It was going to be another exhausting day.


Name: [Jen]
Age: [31]
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