But I mostly go by Cain, or CJ if you're lucky.
I'm a guy.
I'm 15 years old.
My birthday is June 3rd.
My dream job is to be a chef.
My blood status is Pureblood.
This is my fifth year here at Hogwarts.
The house I'm in is Hufflepuff.
I'm interested in people. I'll leave it at that.
I'm currently with my shadow.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm a good boy. I help my friends when I can, and hate to see them unhappy. I am a very honest person, and will tell you the truth no matter what it is, even if it hurts. After that, I'd try my hardest to make you feel better. I'm fairly clever for my age. I love solving problems and figuring things out. I wouldn't call myself brave, but more daringly stupid at times. Sometimes I push myself way too hard, but it's just me trying my best.
My background story is just that, a story. See, once upon a time I had a nice family. I had a mom and a dad and even a twin brother. We were identical, and we were always together. He was my best friend. His name was Abel. I know what you're thinking now, Cain and Abel hated each other, but we didn't. We were different than the other Cain and Abel. Everyone was happy and life was good. Flip a few pages in your storybook there to when I was five, almost six, years of age. By this time, Abel's magic powers started showing up. Being apart of a pureblood family of wizard's, I was expected to have them too. But, I just... didn't. After that, Abel got all the attention. He was praised for having his powers and I was left to sit still and be quiet while he was treated like a prodigy. It made me mad, so mad that one day, I had a little fit. The kind of fit a six year old has. I was stamping my feet and pointing at my brother and crying and screaming at him such mean things, and then, one of our wooden blocks flew from the floor towards my twin's body, hitting him in the head. Hard. Abel fell over and wouldn't wake up no matter how hard a shook him. Mom and Dad came in, saw what I had done, and instantly took Abel to the hospital. After that, I remember sitting by his bedside, holding his hand, crying and telling him I was sorry for what I did, that I'd never do it again if he just forgave me. His eyes opened a little, and he smiled at me, told me not to worry and that he forgave me. Then, he just... fell asleep. That's what I told myself, anyways. I knew he was dead, Mom knew it and Dad knew it too. There was even a funeral, and everyone looked at me like I was a murderer. A few months later, Mom still wouldn't look at me. I reminded her too much of Abel. One day, she had me pack up my belongings, and we went for a drive. It was a long drive, and when we pulled up at a place called Wool's Orphanage, I was confused. Taking my bag in one hand and my hand in the other, she led me up to the door, dropped my bag, kissed my head, and left me there, told me to stay like I was a dog or something. I remember watching her drive away, my eyes filled with tears and hers dry as a desert. It was hard for me to make friends at first, but I met a pair of girls that were my age and I decided to be their brother, in a way. We were all lost and alone, so why not be lost and alone together? Growing up in that orphanage, I took my brother's name as my middle name, to remember him, my best friend, the one that I killed unwillingly. I swore that I would never let anything like that happen again, to me or my friends at the orphanage, and I've been looking out for them ever since.
First Year: My first year at Hogwarts was rather ordinary. I made a few friends, but mostly clung to my sisters. I have to protect them, after all. The one exciting thing that happened to me was playing on the Quidditch team. I was only in one game because I had to fill in for a player that didn't want to play anymore. It was fun either way, and I was glad to help out.
Second Year: Second year was kinda average. I didn't really do much other than go to class. I didn't try out for the team again this year, since they had all the spots filled and didn't need me this time. But that's okay. If they ever need me again, I'll try out again. Umm... I think that's about it.
Third Year: I got adopted! By Luke's family too! Now one of my best friends is my brother. It's pretty great. Other than that, I don't think anything happened that was significant. At least, not to me. A lot of people, including Steffi, fell asleep during the school year and wouldn't wake up. It was terrifying, but when Steffi woke up, I was happier than I ever had been before, I think. But she seems to be spending more and more time with Luke and not me or Bree... Does she love her new brother more than her old brother now? Have I been... replaced?
Fourth Year: I rejoined the Quidditch team as a Chaser. They really needed my help, since they were short one and wouldn't be able to play without the spot being filled. So I volunteered! I did really good at tryouts. I think I'll tryout again next year. We all played really well, because we won the Quidditch Cup! And the House Cup, but the Quidditch Cup! I'm glad the Seventh Year's on the team finally won the Cup before they graduated. It made me happy to see them smile.
I enjoy food. I love that stuff, and I can eat and eat and eat and never get any heavier. It's quite the wonder. I also enjoy rainy days, a long run, a good game of wizard's chess, and keeping my siblings safe, healthy, and happy.
I despise the fact that the orphanage doesn't have much of a food budget... And ice. I like rain and snow, but not ice. Too slippery. I also don't particularly like people that take pity on me because I'm an orphan, being lied to or not being told the whole truth, and stomachaches.
I'm afraid of letting my friends and family down, and the occasional ice storm.
My strengths are being able to eat large amounts of food and not change my body weight, as well as figuring things out.
My flaws are making plants grow. They just seem to die when I touch them. (Herbology) And I always, always, always put others needs before my own, which can sometimes be bad for me.
I look like a young man. I like my blue hair, so I've decided to keep it permanently.
My wand is a 10 and 1/2 inch Oak with a core of Dragon Heartstring.
My pet is a dust bunny. I call him Fluffy.
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! If you really must know about my hair color, I lost a bet with my sister's... I'll leave it at that.
{~Utsuha}
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