Malvae, Craven

[Craven Malvae]

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NAME: Coley~
AGE: 19
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Craven Boston Malvae
"Cray"

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: 17th
AGE: 17
DOB: April 6th
RACE: Human
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: Rowan, Griffon heartstring, 14”
BROOM: Shooting Star
PET: Gray tabby kitten called Frankie.

APPEARANCE: On the wide angle a passing glance could define Cray immediately as a scruffy, tall, well built boy stepping over the edge of manhood. Lingering glances bring definition to his messy brown hair, short and uncombed, maturing beard, trimmed when necessary (so as not to have a muskrat of some nature growing on his chin!) and dashingly youthful face. Pause further and the bronze color of his eyes ease over tanned cheeks to wash over warmly, often with a hidden amusement and relaxed mellowness that reveal his nature. Dimples hide in the shadow of his facial hair, but it doesn’t detract the sincerity of his easy-going smile. In fact, they’re quite obvious close-up. His left ear is pierced and looped with a small earring, small enough to be visible but not blaringly apparent.

Craven is a tall fellow with broad shoulders and a filled frame. He’s healthily muscled and properly lean, not much to brag about but nothing to wink at. His body language and aura are very laid back and he tends to stroll rather than walk. During the cooler months he tends to wear plenty of scarves (he actually has a collection of them. Cray has scarves with stripes, solid colors, multi-colors, patterns, formations, etc. And all of them are warm and cozy) with his robes. Hogsmeade weekends bring jackets, shirts, jeans, and sneakers. He’s extremely casual in his appearance and manages to get away with looking somewhat handsome while doing it, so he doesn’t concern too much over it.
FACE CLAIM: Ryan Reynolds

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: Craven is particularly laid back, even in these dark days that had people gasping with anxiety. In the face of confrontation he barely flinches, confident in his abilities as a duelist and more concerned about the truth than who is right. Some might speculate that he could walk through a burning forest without breaking a sweat, and may even crack a smile due to his ironic humor. He finds the ways of the world humorous, but not in a guffawing way; it’s in his soft chuckle, calm smiles, and amusement in his eyes. Because of his relaxed nature, his humor tends to be delivered in straightforward one-liners. Some can’t even tell if he’s joking or not, most of the time. He’s often smiling though, and is really approachable. Maybe it’s because of his shaggy appearance, maybe it’s because of the smile, but people find it very hard to be anything but amicable to the kind, quiet boy.
He isolates his opinion of people down to an individual’s personality, preferring not to judge from outside influences. It isn’t hard to make friends with him, but it’s not really hard to earn his distaste, either. Although a pureblood, he believes everyone in their world has a right to be there and frowns upon those who advocate blood purity. He doesn’t like it and will say so if someone irritates him enough.
For all of his good qualities, Craven can actually be very possessive and overprotective. In his relationships he expects monogamy and a willingness to participate with him. Along with his sisters, he is willing to defend the people he loves with an outright fury; no one messes with his family.
Craven also has a huge obsession with wizarding sports. His favorite being Quidditch, of course.
BOGGART: He’s got this image in his mind of the worst men possible for his sisters. His boggart would be finding them married.
PATRONUS: Clydesdale Horse
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: An auror or a profession affiliated with a Wizarding sport.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: None
BLOOD: Pureblood
BIRTHPLACE: Germany
MY FAMILY:

Kenneth Malvae- Father
Larissa Malvae- Mother
Isabella Malvae- Little Sister
Ilia Malvae- Little Sister

WHATS IN THE PAST: Craven grew up in a nourishing and loving house hold. Unlike most pureblooded children he knows he was not spoiled rotten and did not have his parents catering to his every whim. He was, however, deeply loved and cared for by his fond, over lovey parents. In the past he had a normal sibling relationship with his sisters that included arguing, teasing, and protecting. After Izzy got sick though, he became fiercely protective of both of his little sisters. More time passed, and all seemed well in the Craven’s family life- until the incident.

The Malvae and Creed families had been closely tied in to one another for generations and for Craven this was no different. He had grown up with Adessa who was born in the same year as him and he grew up thinking of the red-head’s family as part of his own. They were so close he felt secure in seeking comfort from them and knew that, should anything happen, they would be there for him. Needless to say the tragedy that took place struck the Malvaes hard. In the wake of the attack, they had lost their family friends, all but one. Adessa was the only one who remained intact (although not unscathed). They immediately took her in and cared for her, Craven being the most intent on this purpose. He spent many days and nights coming to her aid and helping her through her suffering. For a while it looked as though things were improving, but it wasn’t meant to be. After the first year, the oldest Creed child had stolen the youngest away, and the families haven’t really been in contact since- savor for Craven with Des at school.

Incidents in his life have made him who he is, but it is the future he looks forward to a better world.

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RP EXAMPLE: Bent at the knee, resting over the other leg that tucked up comfortably with the ankle secured by the heel the long limbs supported the contour of her acoustic guitar. Expert fingers danced along the neck and plucked the string with the triangular pick in her right hand. Her hands were beautiful in the moonlight, seeming to dance to the music created from the instrument as they moved with elegance and power.

It was the night before she would board the Hogwarts express for her fifth year and the moon was shining bright in a crystal clear sky. Her eyes looked up at the sky as she played, seeming to glow in the reflection of the powerful white light. She chewed the scab off her lip habitually and licked the copper split with regret. Chewing them open always meant they had to close up again.

"Took th'midnigh' train goin' an-y-where." Came the tune that only seemed appropriate. It had trains, and Hogwarts was a destination anywhere. It held it's place, but it was undiscovered with only one train in and one train out. Her voice merged with the silence of the night, coming in smoothly without a ripple in sound. It was a lovely tenor that sometimes rose up to reach a clean alto. Nyx paused, then set her guitar on her lap to stare out into the night.

Illume opened the door behind her and looked at her rough daughter fondly. "Nyx... Come along darling. You need to get some sleep."

"Alrigh' mum." Long legs stretched out and she came upon them steadily. Another moment was taken just gazing at the sky, and a grin flickered over her wide lips. "S'another year." They whispered, and a breeze picked up as if in response. Nyx went inside.
ANSWER: Tonk’s death. ;3;
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