Piran ◆ Papillion ◆ Piran
"I just want to let it go for the night
That would be the best therapy for me."
"I just want to let it go for the night
That would be the best therapy for me."
NAME ● My full name is Piran Papillion Piran, but most people just call me by my middle name, Papillion. That's pronounced 'Pah-pee-yawn' not 'Pah-pill-lin!' A couple of people call me Butterfly as well, but that's a dumb name!! Don't use it!
AGE ● I recently turned eleven! Ha ha!
GENDER ● I'm definitely a boy, or at least that's what they've been telling me for the past eleven years.
SEXUALITY● Uh, I guess I'll check the box that says undecided. Sheesh, I'm only eleven...
YEAR ● This year will be my first at Hogwarts!
HOUSE ● I always thought I'd end up in Ravenclaw! Everyone else said I suited Hufflepuff, but somehow I wound up in... Gryffindor?? It must be my adventurers blood.
WAND ● Well, it took me a long time to find my wand. I went through the entire stock of almost every wandmaker!! Eventually, I had to have a custom one made, since every other wand either exploded or refused to do anything at all... even the customs didn't fit, until we finally landed on the one I've got now. I'm still getting used to it... apparently, the missing element was the Kaya wood, which I hadn't tried before since hardly any british wandmakers use it. But after that the rest fell into place kind of easily. I'd already established that wands with unicorn hair cores resisted me less, so in the end, that's what I ended up with. It's only about eight and three quarter inches long, but that doesn't bug me so much as the fact that it's so rigid! This is the absolute best-fitting wand, but it hardly ever does what I want it to!!
APPEARANCE ● Okay, so I'm really not that tall... but I will be! Eventually! I just haven't hit my growth spurt yet! In the meantime, I stand at about four feet and five inches tall, putting me a little bit lower than most of my peers. Not that it bugs me! Anyhow, apparently a really pale complexion runs in my family, so I have fairly white-ish skin. And, you know, brown, floppy hair that gets in my eyes. Usually I'm in my uniform robes, even outside of class. But, when I do 'dress down' I'm usually in something long-sleeved and with a high collar or turtleneck. I don't know why, it's just a preference, even in warm weather... I don't like the way loose shirts and jeans feel, so I'm usually dressed in nice clothes no matter what the occasion. Slacks and long sweaters for me, thanks. But, usually underneath my shirt or robes, I'm always wearing a certain necklace made of a carved dragons horn.
PERSONALITY ● Well, one thing that's been pointed out to me... a lot.... is that I have anxiety attacks. I get really stressed out and I start hyperventilating, I can't see.... it doesn't even have to be about something important. I guess you could say that I'm pretty high-strung for a guy my age. But I'm not a spazz, like some kids my age! And I'm not one of those types who's constantly worried! In fact, I'm usually fairly laid back. Even if I stress a lot, I prefer to keep it to myself and worry in private. I think I'm a pretty friendly guy! I'm always eager to make friends and I really like learning new things. Maybe it's just because of my age, but.... well, I can be pretty excitable and enthusiastic. I'm not exactly sure what they mean, but a lot of times older students say that I'm naive and too trusting. But I don't think that's very accurate! I mean, my judgment and gauge of other peoples character is just as good as anyone twice my age, right? Oh, and apparently I'm really nerdy and..... well, I guess I can't really argue with that one.
BIOGRAPHY ● I'm Piran Papillon Piran, the only son of Primrose Elouise Piran and Paris Fanghide Piran. My father, Paris, was a world-renowned adventurer! He was best known for his exploits in fighting and defeating dragons all over the world and sometimes capturing them for study. Despite how violent he was often portrayed, my father actually had a great love for dragons, and sought to understand them (but when he was younger, admittedly, he did mostly just kill problem dragons). He actually met my mother, Primrose, because he saved her from a particularly nasty Hebridean Black dragon intending to make a meal out of her. All in all, the life of my parents was the kind of story you read about in books. It was always full of adventure, daring, suspense, romance, and lots of action, with my dad as the hero!! You'd think that after being married and having a kid, things would have slowed down, but for those two, 'slowing down' wasn't a word they knew! Er... words.... phrase they knew! So instead of slowing down and setting up a home to study peacefully, they... well, uh. They made me a home, and uh.... went off to continue their adventures until I was old enough to join them. My mother had come from a wealthy pureblood family, and while my father was a half blood who'd come from nothing, his fame and fortune (as well as his several very successful books, particularly 'Doing Dragons Deeds: Living Life Among Them') was quickly and easily amassed... not to mention what he made on the side stealing dragon hoards when he was younger. So they were able to pretty easily set up a big, spacious estate for me, as well as a staff of attendants to watch after me and play with me, and even my own library. They wrote me letters when I was old enough to read, and on the holidays they visited me. Sometimes in between excursions they would come home and tell me their stories, bringing me back trinkets and things. I knew they loved me, and they often told me so... especially every time I asked to come with them. They always said that it was too dangerous, and maybe when I was older I could. I never liked arguing, so I always just said 'Yes Mother, yes Father' with a glum face. They always wrote me letters, even before I was old enough to read them (my attendant, Brianna, read them to me). I was always happy to get them.
One year on my seventh birthday, being unable to come themselves, my parents sent me a set of clothes they'd had made for me. Practically all of it was made from dragon parts which they had acquired wither in my fathers youth of battling dragons, or their (considerably more peaceful) study of wild dragons and those in captivity. There was a vest made of Swedish Short-Snout skin, boots made from the skin and talons of a Ukrainian Ironbelly, gloves from the excess skin of a Norwegian Ridgeback, and a necklace carved (by my mother) from a horn from a Romanian Longhorn. They also sent me an Ironbellys talon, and in their letter explained how they couldn't find any way to incorporate the claw into my outfit, but they thought it was really cool anyway. And it was. For a solid two weeks I refused to take the outfit off, and finally my attendants were able to coax me out of it long enough to at least charm the garments to repel dirt. I had trouble getting back into it, after that, and continued to until I finally took a bath. I've grown out of the clothes, since, and all that I can still wear is the necklace. But I still have the whole set, and I usually carry around that claw. But it was around that time, all wrapped up in my parents victories, that I started to pretend that I was just like them. Oh man, I ran around the gardens pretending to tame dragons and ride them like a broomstick. I tried to climb the trees to make myself feel taller, but I could never get up enough strength to haul my whole body onto a branch by just my arms.... so, when playing ended up with too many scrapes and scratches and bruises, I eventually retreated back into my library to read and daydream about being an adventurer instead. I dreamed about joining my parents, and the three of us going on wild excursions like they used to. We would battle enraged dragons until they were worn too tired, and then we would relocate them further away from humans, where they wouldn't cause any harm. And we would dive deep into their caves and find stolen treasure hoards, and uncover ancient curses and mysteries and solve them together. That was what I really wanted I wanted to be close to dragons the way they were, and one day I'd join them.
Anyhow, I stayed on my estate with my attendants up until about a year and a half ago, when instead of a letter, some men showed up. They were from a branch of the ministry of magic, and they came to tell me that, with the recent death of my parents while trying to calm down an enraged Liondragon in Asia, I was thereby named the sole owner and proprietor of their estates, wealth, and business endeavors. Having had absolutely no word of their death prior, I was.... well, I didn't take it well. Apparently the attendants had gotten word of it from Asia several days before, but none of them had the heart to tell me, and they hadn't expected the Ministry to show up for a few more days. I didn't have any other living relatives (apparently our entire lineage had bad luck with dragons) and so my godfather, an older guy by the name of Shin Longfheng (an adventurer friend of my fathers) took care of me... well, legally, at least. He did about as much as my parents before him did. He hadn't really the time to take care of a kid, but he stopped by, and was always kind to me. For a long time (at least it seemed like forever) I was in a deep, deep depression. I mean, could you blame me? I was suddenly an orphan! But Longfheng came and told me that my parents always wanted me to be happy and successful, intelligent and hardworking. And, as my father had been fond of saying 'Never give up; no matter how black the smoke, it always parts for light eventually.' So with these words I took up studying, and eventually I was pulled from my slump. Longfheng helped me enroll in school, and even took me to the station. If he can, he might even visit me on the holidays. In the meantime, I'm going to do my best to become a great dragonologist and adventurer, like my parents!!
STRENGTHS ● I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I'm pretty talented! I'm a real whiz when it comes to Arithmancy, and after a lot of work I think I've really got the hang of Ancient Runes as well. But that one is mostly thanks to the stuff my parents always sent me. And I guess being fluent in three different languages counts as a strength too, right? I know english, french, and chinese (Longfheng taught me the chinese). Uh, let's see.... Well I'm good at-- no, no wait, I'm not..... uhm.....OH! I remember! I have a real knack for magical creatures! They seem to like me a lot! And I'm pretty good at studying and reading up on their body language, so I communicate with them pretty well!! And I, uh..... oh.... well, unless reading is a strength then, uh.... I think that's about it....
WEAKNESSES ● Ok, so, for starters I'm definitely weak physically. But I feel like that's not really important! I mean, who needs muscles if you're a great duelist, right? Er.... but.... I'm also pretty bad when it comes to D.A.D.A. too..... To be honest, other than dealing with magical creatures, nothing has ever really come very easily to me. What I am good at, I'm good at because I worked and worked and worked until I wasn't so terrible at it anymore! Anyways.... let's see, I'm no good when it comes to charms either, despite having unicorn hair in my wand! What's up with that!? Egh. Well, I'm also prone to anxiety attacks during which I usually can't breathe, and sometimes I pass out... and that's definitely a weakness. Um, I'm also pretty cowardly, even though I wanna be an adventurer. If someone's bigger than me, I'll likely just give him whatever he wants and run. Geez, maybe the hat made a mistake...
GREATEST FEAR ● Uhm..... o-ok, well..... I-I know I want to tame dragons and stuff, and that really is what I want to do!! More than anything in the world! I love dragons, and I study them all the time, but.... th-the idea of actually.... coming into contact with one k-kind of.... oh, oh gees, I'm having a panic attack, hold on hold on...... paah..... o-ok. Well, you get it.... when I face a boggart, it turns into a Chinese Fireball, all angry and agitated and lashing around, with those huge teeth and spewing flame everywhere and, and.... oh dear, I think I'm blacking out...
DEEPEST DESIRE ● Well.... I mean, my deepest desire.... I pretty much already told you, right? When I look into the mirror of Erised, I can see myself, dressed in that outfit I got made of dragon hides. I'm standing next to my father and my mother. My dad looks so heroic, and so proud of me. The three of us are befriending a huge dragon and looking happy together..... but, I mean, that is kind of impossible.... now.
MISC. FACTS ● Well, I elected not to get my own owl or anything, since the only one who ever writes me is Longfheng, and I really like his messenger owl. She's sweet. But I did want something to keep me company. So before I came to hogwarts, I stopped in a pet shop and got myself a pet rat! She does all kinds of tricks! But I'm not sure what I should name her...
MY CLASSES ● This year I'm taking Arithmancy, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ancient Runes, Potions, Flying, and Divination... not looking forward to that last one.
THEME SONG! ● I Want it All, Memories
► Karime Blackwing ◄
