Gender : Male
Age : 18
Year : Seventh
House : Slytherin
Ethnicity : Celtic/Australian
Eye/Hair Color : Steel grey eyes. Midnight black hair, with smoke silver bangs, that frame his face.
Pet : A shifty looking hawk, with grey and white feathers, named Satina.
Home Life :
His great grandfather, Perunius Bellator, is a foul-tempered old geezer that hates everything and everyone. He is hard to please except when it comes to his great-granddaughter, Darty, who he spoils endlessly.
Darty Bellator, 7, has the qualities of an impish brat. She frequently throws tantrums and goes to Perunius whenever she doesn't recieve her every whim. Darty, for all her pains , is clever and sneaky. Always wriggling out of trouble and dodging punishment for her snarky remarks. Surprisingly, she listens, without complain, to Kale. For she thinks of him as an older brother.
Deceased- Father: Silvean Bellator, age 32. Death- mystery, Knockturn Alley.
Unknown- Mother: Tyrinia Bellator, age 27. Left to Peru after the loss of her husband and never returned.
Diving Deeper: Bellator had a reputation before he even arrived at Hogwarts. For you see, his status and wealth marked him. He was said to be troublesome, selfish and cruel. Assumptions were thrown in his face. Labeling him without his consent.
But Kale...Kale did not strive for his own identity. He allowed others to believe what they would, carrying on with his own life. Of course, this only strengthened others' belief- that this Bellator was like his parents were. Stuck-up. So most students held him at a distance. Making him use to solitude and colder than he once was.
As a child, he was forced to attend lunchs and dinners, at Perunius' side. All so that he would be introduced to other pureblood families, who encouraged their grandchildren to befriend the rich heir. Who had accesss to the heftily stocked Gringotts Vault, as he was now a legal wizard-adult.
Personality: Kale always looks for trouble and challenges, but he keeps a low profile about it. His grades are maintained at a perfect status, along with his manners toward teachers. Anything less would not be acceptable. Those who could call him their friend know him to truly be loyal and witty, yet sneaky and mischievous. He has an uncanny skill with a broom and loves to spend days just soaring over the quidditch pitch. Even, if caught in a good mood, teaching younger years how to skill themself in the air.
Taking a closer look:
Kale wrinkled his nose as a group of first years shuffled noisily in the Great Hall. The sniffling, winy children made him roll his eyes as they awaited to be sorted. He wondered momentarily if he was as much a runny nosed dimwit when he first sat upon the stool.
'Yes,' he thought with a smirk, 'I believe I was."
He sniggered with his friends as the Sorting Hat called out Gryffindor. Tapping his foot impatiently while his stomach let out an unusually loud roar that caused his table to erupt in laughter, Kale smiled apologetically to the professors.
"Shut it will you." Kale demanded, which was automatically followed. He loved the power, all that was his to command. Yet he didn't hold it over everyone's head like a rotten prince. Instead he used it when needed. To break up fights that would otherwise end in the reduction of his own house's points. Or to steer his fellow housemates into the right direction, cunningly so that he still didn't seem like he was doing an act of good will. He had a silent agreement with the professors that had dificulty with a member of the Slytherin house. And that was, he would handle the problem. Turning his attention back to the Sorting, Kale cheered loudly and patted the back of an intimidated looking Slytherin First year.
