xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Iᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ Much like the rest of his family, Wen has a huge imagination. He’s often daydreaming and lost in fantasyland, which is pretty normal for the boy. It’s sometimes hard to focus, but he doesn’t mind. It’s pretty great to have such a wonderful mindspace.
xxxxx⇾Bᴏᴏᴋᴡᴏʀᴍ Wendel has always loved stories, either read to him or made up off the cuff. He also loves reading books to learn more tales, especially when he can dive into fantasy. His vivid imagination helps out a lot, giving him oodles of inspiration for artworks.
xxxxx⇾Tʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ There... is no one that Wendel wouldn’t trust completely. Adults, other kids, or anyone is subject to complete and total trust. Perhaps he’s a bit sheltered or perhaps he grew up around too many safe family members, but it wouldn’t be Wen if he didn’t fully believe. The only exception to this rule would be dentists, who are definitely out for blood.
xxxxx⇾Sɪʟʟʏ Wendel is always full of giggles, trying to make people laugh. He loves pulling harmless little pranks on his family (usually whistling or making noises to make Lewie and Dad have a lot of funky colors). He also loves telling jokes or stories with the end goal of bringing people smiles.
xxxxx⇾Cᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴠᴇ Another perk of a large family, Wen has learned to be competitive. He plays to win (while still trying to have fun) in every game he plays. Be it backyard quidditch, board games, or even just singing karaoke louder than the others, Wen is determined to be the very best.
xxxxx⇾Sᴇʟғʟᴇss Wendel would give anyone anything they could possibly need. Thankfully, most people just needed a hug or a friend, which he could do in spades. Of course, he would go well above and beyond for anyone that could want or need it.
xxx𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Board Games xxxxx⇾Reading books, especially scary stories or fantasy xxxxx⇾Family Time xxxxx⇾Flying xxxxx⇾Cats
xxx𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Dentists.... or anyone touching his mouth xxxxx⇾Being told to be quiet, especially rudely xxxxx⇾Early Mornings xxxxx⇾Spiders xxxxx⇾Broccoli
xxx𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Playing Games xxxxx⇾Flying xxxxx⇾Singing
xxx𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Making people laugh xxxxx⇾Always plays to win
xxx𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾Can be a bit of a doormat xxxxx⇾Blindly trusts everyone (except, of course, dentists)
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾To play quidditch on a real team xxxxx⇾Invent a cool board game, maybe?
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾The Dentist xxxxx⇾Spiders xxxxx⇾Did he mention the dentist??
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
Wendel Toulouse was the third child born to Driskol and Magdelena - Puck - Abrams. Pretty much as soon as he was born, his older brother was really frustrated by his baby cries, but that only meant that Wendel got a little extra spoiled. It was all fun as he got bigger, spending time with oodles and oodles of family. He was the only one his age, but that was fine. There were all sorts of cousins to spend time with!
When Lewis went off to school, Wen was very much sad, but he still had Rosa to spend time with! They had oodles of fun, especially since Wen was still pretty little. The two spent the school years having all kinds of fun, then the holidays were there to tease their older brother. It was very fun!
When he went to the dentist at five, the man had been grouchy about Wendel having antsy pants and scolded him, accidentally causing a bit of damage. While Mum and Dad quickly handled the situation, it quickly morphed into terror at going back. (it would later become a coin toss between his parents as to who had to take him along.)
A few years later and his sister was packing up for school as well. Wen became quite petulant, upset that both his siblings got to go while he was stuck at home. Sure, he’d get to go on a special vacation with the granddads, but it wasn’t the same! They went on a lot of vacations, but Wen liked them best with his whole family! Maybe he’d get his own school letter soon, because he really wanted to join them.
It took almost all summer, but thankfully since he was from a magical family, his letter came a couple weeks before his actual eleventh birthday, since it would've only given him three days to do all his shopping. He was very excited about all the supplies, and also the extra things. He was a little put out when Grandad Wyatt wouldn't let him get a broom of his own (apparently it was a "rule"), but he did help Wen pick out Seeker gear, since he was determined to take that spot. He also got to pick a new instrument to learn, provided he kept up his classes. The instrument he picked was a very shiny saxophone (and he didn't notice the sidelong glances his parents gave). Now it was just a matter of waiting on the train! Wen was fully packed (other than his saxophone, which he tried to play, despite the squeaking) and of course, his new cat.
xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxx𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
xxxℛ𝒆𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼xxx
xxxLᴏᴠᴇᴅ Oɴᴇ: xxxBᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ: Bryn Heulwen xxxFʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Lewis, Rosa, Mea, & Rey xxxEɴᴇᴍɪᴇs: Dr Ben Kramble, DDS xxxFᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
xxxPᴇᴛ: a munchkin/norwegian forest cat named Duchess Marie
xxx𝓞𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓘𝓷𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷xxx
xxx𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈xxx xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Fᴏᴏᴅ: Mac & Cheese xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴀɴᴅʏ: Chocolate Frogs xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Cerulean Blue xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Aɴɪᴍᴀʟ: Cats, especially the nakey ones
xxxAʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇs: Tree nuts xxxIɴsᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs Pʟᴀʏᴇᴅ: Piano (intermediate), saxophone (beginner), and vocals xxxLᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ: English xxxAᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: North English
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