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Post by Sparrow Hastings on Sept 10, 2011 9:25:23 GMT -6
Sparrow Mattias Hastings
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GENERAL INFORMATION
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FULL NAME:
- Sparrow: As in the annoying little bird that sits on you windowsill a the break of dawn and chrips at the top of it's tiny little lungs. His mom was a seer, she this animal in her sons future. It became his Patronus.
- Mattias: His grandfathers name, how orginal.
- Hastings:His family name, it means 'swift'
NICKNAMES:
APPEARANCE
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HAIR:
FACE CLAIM:
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PERSONALITY
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PATRONUS:
DEMENTOR:
MIRROR OF ERISED:
- Physical Strength-Seriously, he’s 6’3’’ and a trained Auror and fights for the fun of it.
- Healing Knowledge- Albeit it’s some what limited but from being an Auror, to working at St. Mungo’s he’s picked up enough tricks to quickly treat most minor to moderate injuries quite quickly.
- Speaks two languages-Swedish and English both fluently, the one thing his parents both agreed on was that he should practise both, even when at school he practised his English.
- Ability To Take care of things-He really has a knack for this, even though he looks quite unhappy most of the time, he really does know how to take care of plants, animals and people, and does so willingly.
- Injured People/Animals-He can’t help but stop and help, he’ll but himself through hell and high water to help people.
- Menacing Stature- It’s more of a weakness personal to him, most people wouldn’t find this a problem but he looks like he’s in a bad mood half the time, he doesn’t mean to but he often glares at people without noticing, it doesn’t really help him make friends.
- Coffee-He loves the stuff to death and is extremely addicted to it, he will willingly with out a second thought, look the other way for some one if they bring him enough of his favourite black stuff.
- Aversion to speaking-He doesn’t really like to speak, it might be his accent, it might be cause he’s not used to doing it, but he doesn’t like to speak and it usually inhibits his ability to communicate with people. (unless they can read mind or read body language reeeaaally well)
[li] Gardening
[/li][li] Reading
[/li][li] Deuling
Quirks/Habits/Whims:
[/li][li]Even though he speaks Swedish and English fluently, he prefers not to speak and instead use body language as facial expressions and the bare minimum of words to communicate with people.
[/li][li]When he really doesn't want to talk to someone, he'll pretend he can't speak or understand English.
[/li][li]He names and talks to his plants.
[/li][li]He likes to learn how to do things without magic, it makes him feel accomplished. (Though his father disapproved of this greatly, his mother always taught him that Muggles, HalfBloods, MuggleBorns, Squibs and all other humanoids where all equal, she didn’t want her son to have the same narrow minded views as her and her husbands families)
[/li][/ul]LIKES:
- He likes the smell of outside; the smell of freshly cut grass, rain and dirt.
- He loves to curl up with a book and a cup of coffee and just be in a different world for a while.
- He likes to be near people, without being near people, just someone’s presence in the room can make him feel more at ease or less lonely, he doesn’t need (Or want) to talk to people 24/7.
- He likes to duel for fun, he just likes to get up and move and strike and feel the adrenaline of being alive it doesn’t matter if he wins or loses he just likes playing the game.
- He loves plants and being outside, his garden is his pride and joy and tends to it religiously everyday.
- Coffee, if he could he would marry it, bath in it and infuse the smell permanently to his body, everything about it draws him in. To him Coffee is as close to god as anyone can get (did I mention he’s easily bribed with it?).
- Blood, the smell, the colour the everything of it makes him sick, he pretty okay with his own, but other peoples makes him extremely nauseas.
- He has something against sweet things, he prefers everything to be either savoury or spicy, if they’re given to him he won’t refuse, but they usually end up sitting in his cupboard until they go bad and he throws them out.
- House elves, he doesn’t see them as inferior or as ugly creatures, they just scare the shit out of him, he would rather go through the legal battle of having a human slave then have one of those creepy things lurking around his home.
- Since he likes to spend so much time out side he has had his run ins with giant swarms of mosquitoes, and his opinion on them doesn’t exactly scream ‘Mr. Happy’ if you saw how many citronella candles and bug zappers he’s went through, you would think they go out of their way to personally insult him and his mother.
- Bullies, he never had many run ins with these people when he was a child, mostly because he a had the reputation of a pureblood who wouldn’t hesitate to kick your ass if you messed with him.(not the truth but hey, what they don’t know won’t hurt them) But he would never hesitate to help people being attacked by people stronger than him. He was appalled that anyone would do such a thing just to feel power. He may hate his father now, but there is one quote he won’t ever forget from him ‘The only way to prove real strength, is to fight and defeat people stronger than yourself. Because how can you prove you are strong if you only attack the weak?’ his mother than added ‘But if you help the weak it shows you are not only strong of body but of heart as well’
THE HISTORY
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NATIONALITY:
- Arthur Hastings-Father-Living-Aurour
- Elsa Hastings-Mother-Deceased
[/ul]GENERAL HISTORY:
Elsa was ecstatic, she was getting to raise her child with her best friend, being a mother had always been a dream of hers. But Arthur wasn't in such a good mood, he wasn't really the parenting type, he was standoffish, cold and anything but nurturing. Elsa tried to rope him into the idea and it almost worked.
Until Sparrow was born.
The baby was small and weak born three months too early, it scared Arthur because some where along the line he had fallen for his arranged bride and to see her worried and careful didn't set well with him. So he made a promise to himself and his love, he would do whatever it takes to make this boy strong, stronger than every other wizard in the entire world, so his mother would never have to worry about him ever again.
Sparrow never understood why his father was so harsh towards him, so he just assumed he hated him, he was just the product of an arranged marriage, it never said anywhere that his father had to love him. But it still hurt.
It hurt when he had to go to Durmstrungs instead of going to Hogwarts where his father had gone, even though his mother assured him it was very nice.
It hurt when his father sent him a howler every time he got under an O on a test.
And it hurt when his father made him stay home on the holidays to study and work instead of coming home for Christmas.
He did his best to act like his father wanted him too, but it was hard to ignore his compassionate tendencies so he threw himself into his studies and never looked back.
The day he graduated after he turned eighteen was the best day of his life, he was going to become an Auror and finally earn his fathers respect.
Then the day came, he was on a trip hunting two dark wizards and a vampire accomplice down with his father, he would finally prove his worth to his dad.
No more scolding’s for doing better, no more groundings for showing 'weakness' by helping people, no more being held in his mothers arms while he cried because of the long period of screaming his father gave to him.
And then it happened, he didn't move fast enough, the vampire got him. All he remembers is waking up in a hospital bed a several hours later bandages over his eye and a few other places, he hadn't been bitten, it was a miracle. But he had failed his father, shown him he was still a weak little boy even at twenty two years old. He filed the transfer papers the very same day, he couldn’t face him now.
Now for the part you’ve all been waiting for, ‘How did he find out he was Bi?!’
Well sorry to disappoint but it’s not very interesting.
Sparrow had always know that he didn’t find most girls that attractive (he did find a few, but do you know how hard it is to find short dark haired girls in Sweden? , so he just always assumed that he was asexual. Until one night some guys roped him in to going out to a bar and he got drunk, woke up the next morning in his bed with someone else there in it, and that someone else was a man. He was drunk last night, but he wasn’t that drunk, he always had a high tolerance for alcohol and he remembered what had happened the night before. And no part of his body or mind could deny that it had felt
good. So he let himself get pulled in to going drinking a few more times just to confirm it, and he did confirm it, he was Bi. It wasn’t something he broadcasted, but if someone asked he wouldn’t deny it.
After that he spent three years in the London office until he gave up being an Auror to become a healer at St.Mungo’s, fortunately he had taken enough classes back in school to qualify for the job. After he started working their he got a letters from his father and mother, they wanted him to come home to discuss his new career path, his mother sounded absolutely thrilled, while his father seemed like he wanted to talk his son out of it. He only decided to come home because his mother asked him to, but when he got there he found that he had no reason to come home anymore. He arrived fairly late, he had to work that day a decided it better not to skip it. So he arrived at home by floo network to find the house eerily quiet, which was strange, his mother could not function without some sort of noise in the back ground so she usually had music playing. He stopped dead in his tracks and held his breath to hear better and heard a quiet noise coming from the kitchen, he whipped out his wand and stalked silently towards the noise, and what he saw almost stopped his heart.
His father was standing over his mother with a broken beer bottle in his hand as her cold lifeless eyes stared up at him. His fathers head whipped towards him and an explanation was just about on his tounge.
“Stupefy!”
He knocked his father unconscious and apparated to the nearest wizard hospital.
Of course it was too late, his mother was already dead but he gained no satisfaction from accusing his father. Because he protected himself, making up a story about someone breaking into their house and murdering his wife, the bottle was a last minute resort because he left his wand up stairs.
Sparrow didn’t believe it and refused to make contact with his father, the last time he saw him was his mothers funeral. He still occasionally gets letters, he doesn’t read them, he just shoves them in the drawer of his night stand.
He stayed only one year in the Creature Induced Injuries ward before moving on again, he was very happy with being able to express his caring nature, but he felt out of place, with his large frame moving around with all the nurses he just felt too out of place, as well as his aversion to other peoples blood, so he said good bye to St.Mungo’s and went to find a new job.
It took awhile to convince the headmistress at Hogwarts to let him become the Games Keeper, given that he never attended Hogwarts, but one of their rival schools. But for some reason or another she allowed it, maybe it was not only his devotion to plants and animals, but the fact that he loves to be around children, and would rather be there at Hogwarts, taking care of the school grounds than back in Sweden being an Auror. Or maybe it was because he was a trained Auror and an all around good fighter and it was a good idea to have a large menacing man looking out for the school with that crazy Cross man lurking about.
(If you wish to know what really happened to Sparrows mom, just message me, it‘s not important to his plot, so I‘m not going to put it in his profile)[/ul][/font]
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