Name : Pasrion Jones
Gender : Male
Age : 15
Year : 5th
House : Ravenclaw
Ethnicity :French-English
Hair/Eye Color : Brown/Brown
Pet : None
Home Life : Pasrion's mother, Alaina, was born and raised in Paris, France. She went to Bouxbaton's Acadamy of Magic, and his father, Alex, went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They met the year Alex was out of Hogwarts. He had chosen to go to Paris for vacation before finding a job, and met Alaina, who was working in a wizarding pub as a waitress. They started talking, and decided to meet each other again soon. They met several times during Alex's stay in France, and in the end, Alaina decided to go back to England with him. A year later, they were married. Their first year of marriage went like most. Fighting for dominance over who is the head of the family, the wife breaking the husband's jaw, the making up, and the expetance of the first child. Or in this case, first two children.
Forest was born first, and two and a half minutes later, Pasrion was born. Their mother died during birth, but the identical twins were fine. Alex took his wife's death hard, and became an alcoholic. However, when he almost lost custody of Forest and Pasrion, he dropped the habbit and became a better father figure for the twins. He taught them the basics of magic (theory only of course) and had them go to muggle school until they were old enough for Hogwarts. The twins tended to stick together at the muggle school, rather than go out and make friends. In fact, when people came up to them and talked, they either ignored them, or were excessively rude to them.
One unlucky day, when Forest and Pasrion were on their way home from the last day of school, a drunk muggle who should not have been given a lisence in his sober state crossed their paths. Forest did not survive the encounter, but Pasrion made it out, the only lasting injury being a scar under his left eye. The next year, Pasrion refused to do any work, both at home when his father taught him magic theory, and at muggle school. His counselor suggested he see a therapist, but since he was leaving the next year, his father declined.
When Pasrion got to Hogwarts, he was more than a little reserved, and didn't talk to people much. He tended to sit far away from people, still not quite over the death of his twin. He made almost no friends his first year, as he wasn't quite sure how to make friends. He'd always had his Forest with him, and hadn't needed any other friends. However, as time went on, he became more and more social, and is much more outgoing now than he was during his first two years at Hogwarts.
Diving deeper : Pasrion has several nicknames, born from his odd name. Pas, Ryan, and Orion are the most popular. Pas is a naturally nice person, but is extremely cautious around people he hasn't met before. If one of his friends introduces him to someone, he'll be his normal, nice self. On the other hand, if someone starts to talk to him out of the blue, he tends to shut himself up, unless he feels he can trust the person. He's rather nervous around girls and tends to stutter when talking to them.
Likes:
1. His friends
2. Animals
3. Rain
4. Working Hard
5. Getting good grades
6. The ghosts
7. Watching Quidditch
8. Sitting under trees
9. Looking at the stars
10. Spicy Food
11. Holidays
12. Chess
Dislikes:
1. Strangers
2. Blood
3. Lightening
4. Thunder
5. Punishments
6. Vegetarians
7. "Magic" 8-balls
8. Embarassment
9. Alcohol
10. The number 13
11. People that never seem to stop talking
12. People that insult people behind their backs.
Taking a closer look : Pas picked at his food, more than a little annoyed at the first years on both sides of him. That was just his luck to end up between two different groups of friends, both intent on yelling, even though the person they were talking to was within three feet of them. Pas took one last bite, and then stood up to leave. The first years were wearing thin his nerves. He walked out of the Great Hall to take a stroll on the grounds before they all had to go to their dorms to sleep. He looked up at the sky and frowned. The clouds were obscuring the stars. Pas kicked a rock and sat down under a tree. He relaxed for a few minutes before remembering the work load he had. He pushed himself up and took one more look at the sky, hoping the stars would come out before he went back inside. No such luck.
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