-GENERAL-
Full Name: Jayson Anthony Dalton
Nickname: Jay | Spitfire (earned from his father for being a rowdy baby back then) | Baby Jay (from his mother and others who find him adorable) | Pratfire (from his sister when he's obnoxious)
Date of Birth: May 05
Age: 6
Year: 1
Blood Status: Halfblood
Allergies: Wheat | Eggs

-PERSONAL-
Likes: Photography | Martial Arts (hand to hand combat) | Sight-Seeing | Exploring | Sneaking into forbidden places
Dislikes: Being stuck in one place too long | Losing | Tattlers | Spinach | Strawberries
Pet Peeve(s): Getting tattled on
Quirk/Habit: Pops at the wristband on his wrist when he gets nervous, if this is absent, he tends to go for tugging on his arm
Greatest Fear: Total darkness, unable to see anything in front of you
Least Liked Class: Etiquette
Least Liked Spell/Charm: Furnunculus -- He's witnessed his father using this charm before. It was ugly.
What are you the best at? Getting into places I shouldn't
Freetime: See new things or take photos with his cameras
What do you want to be? A curse breaker! I've always wanted to travel lots and lots, and find amazing treasure!
Who's your hero? Why? My daddy! He teaches people all sorts of spells and is always willing to teach me too.
What do you do when told no? Accept the answer for now and find a way around it later. They'll cave... eventually... with some persuasion...
Your Place: My daddy's office, either at home or at Hogwarts

-FAVORITES-
Color: Sapphire Blue
Animal: Gryffins
Toy: Merlin action figure
Food: Spaghetti
Sweet/Dessert: Pumpkin Pie
Drink: Grape juice
Spell/Charm: Alohamora -- The ability to unlock a door that is locked? Yes!
Class: Writing
Teacher: N/A for now
Family Member: His sister
Person: His big sister because she always plays with him when he has no one else to and always likes to hear about his adventures.

Personality:  Jayson is excitable, exceedingly so. Unlike his father, he has problems hiding his opinions and sometimes doesn't realize when and where something is appropriate. Then again this is primarily due to his age. He is adventurous and rules always entice him to find ways around them. He has the potential to be a Slytherin with his crafty and cunning ways of sneaking into places he shouldn't. Jayson is playful and rarely takes things seriously at the current moment.

-FAMILY-
Paternal Greatgrandfathers: Charles Dalton [97] | Royal Grayson [85]
Paternal Greatgrandmothers:  Colletta Roselot-Dalton [99] | Cheyenne Leonard-Grayson [88]
Maternal Greatgrandfathers: Terrance Cross | Kurt Pece
Maternal Greatgrandmothers: Isabella Ing-Cross | Brittany Hudson-Pece
Paternal Grandfathers: Malachi Dalton [67]
Paternal Grandmothers: Elizabeth Grayson [65]
Maternal Grandfathers: Marvin Cross
Maternal Grandmothers: Mackenzy Pece-Cross
Father: Jared Dalton - Professor at Hogwarts | Charms | Head of Ravenclaw
Mother: Aaliyah Cross-Dalton [32] - Ministry Worker | Auror
Sibling(s): Eliana Dalton [11] - Attends Hogwarts
Godparent(s): Unknown at the present time
Other: None at the present time

legend :MUGGLE | MUGGLEBORN | PUREBLOOD | HALFBLOOD | SQUIB

-HISTORY-
Mother: Aaliyah Cross-Dalton was born in 1988 to Marvin and Mackenzy in Victoria, London. She has lived there all of her life until her marriage to Jared in which she moved to Chelsea, London. She works as a ministry worker as an Auror currently and though she wishes this was not the case, is rarely able to be home to be with her children. As a result, Jayson (and before, Eliana) spent countless more hours with their father before his current job or with a nanny. Aaliyah was never a believer of house-elves (though she had one due to her pureblood father regardless of his squib status) so babysitters and cleaners were hired instead of the creatures. She named her son after her older brother, Jayson Cross, who is a travelling architecture for magical buildings.
Father: Jared Dalton's Profile

-Belongings-
Wand: None currently
Other: Bracelet with charms on it from his father

-Relationships-
Best Friend:
Friends:
Rivals:

Sample Post:
Jayson wiggled, small wobblings lips forming into an indignant pout as he realized his problem. He, the oh so great adventurer, was stuck. Worst of all, stuck in a place he ought not to be! Like the attic of the house. With Lili at Hogwarts, mum at work, and dad at Hogwarts as well. The only solution was his currently atrocious babysitter, Vicky, who seemed to be completely useless and would no doubt tell his mum. Bugger it all!

Maybe he could attempt magic... But with what? Jayson looked around thoughtfully, bottom wiggling in a vain attempt to get free.

-General-
Full Name: Isaac Ilya Alkaev
Alias:
Date of Birth: September 24th
Age: 15
Year: 4
House: Ravenclaw
Blood Staus: Half
Allergies: Citrus


-Personal-
Strengths: Self-reliant, adaptable, quick-witted
Weaknesses: Reclusive, Self-absorbed, over-analyzes.
Skills/Talents: Some artistic talent. Multilingual (Russian/English/German/French)
Pet Peeve(s): People who assume and treat him as if he is stupid. People wasting their talent
Quirk/Habit: Wears watch on wrist of same hand he writes with. Blinks before he lies.
Greatest Fear: Going blind which would make him dependant on others.
Best Class: History of Magic
Worst Class: Astronomy (he reeeeaaaally doesn't care for it or see the point.
Best liked Class: Anatomy
Least Liked Class: Arithmancy
Best Liked Spell/Charm: Evanesco
Least Liked Spell/Charm: Obliviate
Freetime: reads, sketches, people watches
Patronus: Hasn't cast a patronus yet

Personality: Isaac is conceited, can be quite callous, a bit of a pessimist, and distant with most people. He's also hardworking and mature (to a degree). Doesn't really get into or go for self pity, it annoys him. Has a jealous streak a mile wide when it comes to people interacting with those that he considers close or his. Doesn't like it when people catch onto his games. Can be subtle when he likes to be.


-Family-
Paternal Greatgrandfathers:Semyon Alkaev || Borivoj Tereshchenko
Paternal Greatgrandmothers: Jolanta (Yeltsin) Alkaev|| Klavdia (Barsukov) Tereshchenko
Maternal Greatgrandfathers: Uriah Rearden || Leland Devereux
Maternal Greatgrandmothers: Frances (Robinson) Rearden || Patricia (Jones) Devereux
Paternal Grandfather: Vanya Alkaev
Paternal Grandmother: Vavara (Tereshchenko) Alkaev
Maternal Grandfather: Isaac Rearden
Maternal Grandmother: Willow (Devereux) Rearden
Father: Vissarion Alkaev
Mother: Demelza (Rearden) Alkaev
Siblings: Raisa (9months old)
Godparent(s): none
Other: Shiela (Waters) Alkaev - Stepmother

-History-
-Belongings-
Wand: Beech & Hippogriff feather 14 inches
Familiar: none
Other: An old black leather wallet that once belonged to his grandfather.


-Relationships-
Friends: Jace Lowell
Rivals:
Allies:

-General-

Full Name:
Mikhail[Mik-highel] Remy Novikov

Alias:
Mik

Date of Birth:
December 1st

Age:
30

Former House:
Attended Durmstrang

Blood Type:
Pureblood


-Personal-

Strengths:
Herbology, fierce honestly to those he happens to care for, and the ability to adapt to any situation no matter what the circumstance.

Weaknesses:
Easily frustrated at things that have him on edge, he's a complete neat freak to the point where things have to be in perfect order and in pristine condition, and he tends to be cynical toward everything in his life no matter what it is.

Patronus:
A leopard cat; he remembers the days of taking pictures of wildlife with his parents, when the leopard cats leapt in front of their cameras, turning their calm forest pictures into action shots of the animals. These were some of the happier times for him before his mother became sick.

Boggart:
A werewolf; ever since he was a young lad his grandparents told him tales of villages being plundered by the beings. Despite also being constantly told that they were just myth tales, he was wary of the forest near his home at night.

Personality:
Mikhail is proud of his ability to avoid people the way he does. Because his mother died when he was young, coupled with the fact that his father dumped him off at his mother's parents and went off on his own, Mik had to grow up faster than he wanted to. He learned quickly that trusting no one was the best way to be, but also that honesty was the best policy. He tells it how it is, and he doesn't care how people perceive him. This also has to do with the fact that he's been a touch telepath since he was born. Any skin to skin contact with anyone, and he knows anything and everything about them. He passes out and experiences blinding headaches for days afterward, something he learned painfully - and quickly. For now, he appreciates his meticulous appearance that allows people to think twice about approaching him for conversations he does not wish to have. If there's one thing that he loves, it's his teaching. He has a fondness for children that does not transcend over into those of his own age. [Power approved by Myrddin Emrys]

-Family-

Paternal Grandfather:
Raoful Novikov [deceased]

Paternal Grandmother:
Sara Novikov [deceased]

Maternal Grandfather:
Dirk König [deceased]

Maternal Grandmother:
Arei König

Father:
Bo Novikov

Mother:
Danielle Novikov [deceased]

Siblings: --

Spouse/Partner: --

Children: --

Other: --

-History-

Family:

Mother's Side

His mother was born in Germany to Dirk and Arei König, who were an auror and a photographer, respectively. Though Arei grew up in a household that housed strict Pureblood traditions, her chosen career was that of a Muggle, which her husband encouraged at every opportunity. They were both raised in Pureblood households, so when Mik's mother was born, she was taught to respect both the Muggle and the Magical world, no matter what blood she was. When his mother was attending Durmstrang, she developed a love for photography like her own mother before her. Though cameras and other Muggle devices were not allowed at the Institution, Danielle used a camera every chance she got when she was at home.

Both his grandparents were proud of his mother for embracing what they taught her over the years she was growing up. While attending Durmstrang, Danielle met a strapping Pureblood boy by the name of Bo, who insisted that it was his whole name and not just some nickname to hide a name he wasn't proud of. They were friends from third year on, dating by sixth year, and when graduation had come around and gone, he had proposed. To his delight, she couldn't say yes to him fast enough. She taught him about all that she had learned from her own mother when it came to photography, and she had been surprised when Bo had taken to it like a fish to water.

Father's Side

His father was born in Moscow, Russia, to Raoful and Sara Novikov, who both maintained jobs very different from each other. Raoful was an Unspeakable, who tended to spend more time at his job than Bo liked. Sara, however, was a good Mediwitch. Everyone at the magical hospitals adored her and her adorable son that she toted along after her when she had to work at the same time as Raoful. Bo wished that his father was home more often or that he would know what he did while working during the day, and sometimes during the night, but he knew better than to ask an Unspeakable about their work.

He was lucky if his father talked to him most days. Raoful was a quiet and tough man, but he loved his family more than his own life. His work as an Unspeakable ended up with him getting killed, however, when wizards had come searching for knowledge that he could not provide. Bo wasn't more than five at the time he lost his father, so he was raised by his mother who did the best she could with a small child who constantly wondered why his father was taken from him so early. While attending Durmstrang, he met Mik's mother, Danielle. He was smitten with her from the beginning, and it didn't matter that they were only in third year. He knew that eventually, she'd be his. Gathering up the courage to ask for her hand after graduation was the best thing he had ever done, in his opinion.

Personal:
Mik was born to Danielle and Bo Novikov, who were both Pureblood freelance photographers. Though, to Bo, photography was more of a hobby that he did with his wife. When he had time off from being an auror, Bo took his wife and child out for pictures. It was also the most calming times for them because with the large war growing every strong between Voldemort and the Order, Bo was constantly being pushed to pick the side of good at work. Mikhail grew up in a steady home, or as much as his parents could provide for him with the Dark Lord rising, but it was clear to both of his parents that he had something that neither of them had seen before. His mother had nearly had a heart attack when after her child had been born, he had passed out near instantly. The mediwitches had thought him to be dead, but had finally assured his mother that he was alive.

Finally, one woman had mentioned that she had seen hardly any cases of touch telepaths because they were so rare, but she knew that they existed. Both Danielle and Bo made sure to touch their child, so that once he had absorbed their information, they could touch him freely. When he was around five or six, his mother had explained to him just what he had, and since that moment, Mik had stayed away from people as much as he could. While attending Durmstrang Institute, it was easy for him to maintain his facade of not caring about anyone except those close him. There were few people he trusted, especially after his mother had died. Distraught at her death, his father left him in the care of his mother's grandparents in Germany after he was eight. Mik would later come to find that his father figured that a grandson with his grandparents would be more overlooked than an auror living with his son. He would never forgive himself if the Dark Lord had someone gotten hold of his son. Despite knowing this, however, Mik is still distrusting of those around him.

When he had turned fifteen, the same illness that had taken his mother took his grandfather Dirk, much to the displeasure of his grandmother, who continued to raise him with kindness and love. He would be forever grateful to her and always visited Arei whenever he had the chance, but with the talk of uprising and wars, he didn't want to attract any attention to her. After graduating from Durmstrang, he scoured all around Germany, following after his parents footsteps in photography. It was hard to get good pictures in the more recent years as he got older. Flowers and colorful landscapes soon become desolate villages and charred remains of trees. Eventually, he put the camera away altogether and decided to turn to another passion of his: teaching. Applying for the position of Herbology Professor over at Hogwarts was one of the best decisions he could have made. Having an orange cat follow him home, however, was not.  While out strolling one day, a small female kitten had decided to make herself known to him and tag along wherever he went. After realizing that he could not get rid of her, he named her Tigon and has kept her ever since. He can currently be found situated in his office with a cat bed over to the side of his desk.

-Work-

Place of Work:  
Hogwarts

Job Position:
Herbology Professor

What does it entail:
Teaching children the art of taking care of plants, but also identifying where certain plants grow, what they do, and how they can be used in potions or out in the wild.

Why did you take this job?:
Despite not liking the company of people, Mikhail is fond of teaching children all that he knows when it comes to his favorite subject. He also thinks that he can protect them from the dangers that they all face in the trying times, if only for a little while.

-Belongings-

Wand:
Ash wood; Dragon Heartstring core; 8 inches

Familiar/Pets:
An orange kitten by the name of Tigon

Other:
A framed picture of his mother resides on his desk, and he also has numerous rare volumes of books neatly stacked away on the shelves in his office for his own perusal.

-Relationships-

Friends: --

Enemies: --

Allies: --

-General-
Full Name: Cáel Oisín Fianna
Alias: Cain
Date of Birth: 1st of April
Age: 100
Creature: Aos Sí.

-Personal-
Strengths:

• Sense of humor
  
• Innovative
  
• Flexible
  

Weaknesses:

• Bores easily
  
• Self-centered
  
• Apathetic
  

Attributes:

• Hightened reflexes, stamina, healing.
  
• Sharper eyesight, hearing, strength is above a humans.
  
• Can sense magic in people, places, objects. If its being used and about how long ago.
  
• Scrying, glamours, illusions come easily to some depending on their affinities.
  
• Longevity and youthful appearance
  

Deficiencies:

• Cannot abide the touch of iron. Any wound made with iron would fester, resist healing, and scar.
  
• Knowing their true name would give power to the one with the knowledge. Trying to fight against a command would cause the Aos Sí incredible pain.
  
• Always have to be careful of how they speak. Rarely use 'thank you' as it implies you owe a debt. Usually leave room for error when promising or making deals.
  
• Even under a glamour a bit of the Aos Sí lingers be it the eyes, slender limbs, etc.
  

Personality: As a child would often play tricks on the neighboring village and laugh himself silly. Even though he had never crossed over to cruelty or vindictiveness did not mean that he wasn't capable of it. It just meant that no one had angered him or gotten him to that point. Cáel doesn't care or think about anyone or anything else unless it directly involves him. Playful and always looking for mischeif. Like many of his kind he's vain, offends easily, and holds a grudge.

-Family-
Biological Father: Oisín Fianna
Biological Mother: Blái Doirich
Biological Siblings: Aíllén Fianna
Spouse/Partner: N/A
Children: N/A
Other Bolcán

-History-
Biological Family: Oisín is a Aos Sí like all of his family and tribe have been for many generations. His ancestors took the name Fianna from a tribe of humans. Their ideals fitted the Aos Sí and so it was from them they would take a child and leave behind a changeling if needed. The petty affair of the above worlders meant nothing to them other than entertainment. A source of new blood if it was essential and they always gifted the humans they took from. Like many of his kind he wanted to at least once tease humans. It was one such trip he met his future wife.

Blái was mostly human with some magic in her ancestry. Whence it came from none of the family knew or would willingly say. Upon her eleventh birthday she received a letter to attend a magic school. Without talking to her parents she politely declined the missive much more content to be learning from her grandmother whom the family avoided. She learned many things and it was during an outing collecting some plants that she met a very strange man. She knew he was strange because there was just something about him that didn't quite ring true with how he appeared.

Oisín finding Blái interesting discovered she at least kept to the old ways. They courted and married despite knowing she would have a much shorter life span. They were able to prolong it but not indefinitely by having her come to his home. Delaying that she wanted to stay with her own family for awhile longer. They went back to the Sidhe when Blái was due to give birth to Aíllén. He took after his father with the skill of scrying. Finding no need to visit the humans he did not understand Cáel's curiosity. The boys had gone out and due to a misunderstanding and a nasty retaliation, they were not allowed out by themselves again.

Tribe: Cáel's tribe has dwindled considerably. There are not many who still wish to participate with the outside world. They have retreated far into their own world. Few, the young, like Cáel still are much too curious for their own good. Some had joined the war and perished, went mad, or disappeared. Others are just vicious and stay above to create havoc.

Personal: Cáel was raised by his parents and tribe. Never having explored anywhere without someone of the tribe accompanying him, he didn't know about the danger of the world. He grew up listening to tales about humans and their world. Had been cautioned about it often enough. When he'd snuck out successfully, Cáel had met his first fire demon. Although that outcome of that encounter hadn't been a disasterous one, it had been educational. His people and ways were dying.

Reaching the age of his majority, Cáel ventured out despite his families and tribe's misgivings. He didn't have to travel far but always with a glamour, to discover a much changed world. The last time he'd wandered the human realm they had been at a standstill. Magical folk were not known to the humans. Now wherever he went people not only knew, they were ruled by it. Everywhere he could feel the use of magic both natural and perverse.

Learning the history, Cáel knew he needed more information. Going to the closest concentration of magical signatures, he found himself at a school for younglings. Knowing he coul gather information as well as have entertainment, he acquired himself a job. Introducing himself to the professor of plants, he simply assumed the role of assistant. If the professor was bothered he didn't mention it. Cáel finds it an easy and agreeable task to go into the forest when required to collect what needs to be collected.

-Work-
Place of Work: Hogwarts
Job Position: Herbology Assistant
What does it entail: Fetching herbs and plants from the forbidden forest. Helping the children when the Professor is busy. Assisting and learning from the Professor.
Why did you take this job?: To understand about the people encroaching on my peoples territory. To learn whom we should side with. There is also less iron at Hogwarts then the rest of the world. Plus there are plenty of children and people to amuse and entertain me.

-Belongings-
Other: Silver charmed amulet on a black leather cord he wears about his neck.
Territory: Oronsay, Loch Sunart, Scotland


-Relationships-
Friends: Mischeif, Entertainment
Enemies: Iron, Boredom
Allies: Misdirection, Confusion