◽◽✩ a fighter by his trade

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musical inspiration
kongos daft punk
mumford and sons twenty one pilots
 
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general info:
full name: florian oliver newman
alias: n / a
age: eighteen
date of birth: march eighteenth
place of birth: daytona, florida, united states
zodiac: pisces
gender: male, he/him
nationality: american
religion: christian
romantic orientation: biromantic
sexual orientation: homosexual
hogwarts house: gryffindor
year: seventh
blood: half-blood

appearance
faceclaim: chuck junior achike
height: six foot zero inches
weight: one hundred fifty-nine pounds
hair color: dark blonde
eye color: olive green
voiceclaim:
khary payton (see: aqualad in young justice)
distinguishing marks: scars, piercings, etc.
clothing style: school uniform, cool weather, warm weather

persona
positive traits: athletic, diligent, outdoorsy, passionate, virtuous
negative traits: cocky, impulsive, irascible, loyal, prideful
likes: dealing justice, dominating the pitch, fair weather
dislikes: being confined, losing quidditch games, stormy weather
moral alignment: chaotic good
mbti: esfp

in depth
bio: ❝i think with my heart and i move with my headi open my mouth and it's something i've read
◽ ◽ ✩ 〈 childhood 〉 florian oliver was born on a rainy day near the vernal equinox, a day that, if one were to ask his parents, would have otherwise been spent at the beach. they teased him as a child that had it not been raining, he would've had to wait to be born, because no sunny day was to go without a beach trip. (newman family policy, and all that.) his childhood was full of trips to the beach, reluctantly learning to surf amidst his father's laughter as he retold the way he'd met his mother, time and time again. a mix-up on graduate vacation, the no-maj-born had gone with some friends to the gulf coast of florida, intending to the surf. but the waters were too calm to catch any waves, and a fun-loving no-maj on her own graduation vacation (albeit more locally) had taken him to the proper coast. married on the space coast just south of their home, florian's parents had no shortage of fun places to take their son, from the atlantic beaches up and down the coast, to the kennedy space center, and even the various attractions in orlando. his californian father was just as much enchanted every time they visited the tourist traps as florian was, and his floridian mother never lost delight in their reactions. at nine, florian showed his first bit of less-than-accidental magic when he used it on a classmate that had been bullying him, and that was when his mother began to grow nervous. she worried her boy was becoming violent, that he'd get into trouble and get himself hurt, that someone wouldn't understand his outbursts; his father, on the other hand, understood his son's actions. a fighter himself, advocate for those who could not fight back in the face of prejudice and violence, oliver newman took his son aside, to redirect that energy. there were other ways to fight, he'd tell him, than with one's fists or wand. (but if they started it, you sure as hell finished it.)

◽ ◽ ✩ 〈 school 〉 it was hardly a surprise for florian to be sorted into wampus house, though pukwudgie had also shown an interest in him. ultimately, inspired by his wand's core, he chose the house that was said to favour warriors, not the one to favour healers. he took to the school like a duck to water, excelling in his lessons with a vigor that surprised those who'd heard of his "violent" reputation, given the fight he'd started ("ended," he'd correct patiently each time) before the sorting had even begun. his biggest enjoyment came from the outdoors, whether it be herbology lessons, or care of magical creatures, and there was no extracurricular activity in the school that held more appeal to him than quidditch. the more involved he got in doing things outside, the less his professors found themselves giving him detention in the hospital wing, though it was never admitted that the bullies he was taking down were being patched up by him as well. it would take him until his fifth year to get his "temper" under control, finally pulling his punches in favour of using his words and intimidation to stop bullies in ways that teachers never would. he'd learned in elementary just how much schools really intervened when students have a problem, and refused to sit back while kids were given slaps on the wrist for tormenting their peers. repercussions for his attempts to deal justice - both outright and in more subtle ways - sank in, but that didn't mean he was happy about it. florian was no snitch, but who's to say someone didn't send a professor in the right direction to catch the problem in the act? (certainly not florian.)

◽ ◽ ✩ 〈 present 〉 when hogwarts opened its doors to international transfers, florian wavered in the face of his parents' urging to attend the british boarding school. a once in a lifetime opportunity, they'd said, that could only lead to bigger and better things for him. as a member of his house's quidditch team, the beater was hoping to be wampus's captain. his mother's pleading to take the opportunity, however, was irrefutable. he didn't have it in him to refuse her on any grounds, and with his father's assistance, things were put in motion. his kneazle, sweep, was none-too-pleased with the move, but florian's certain that the feline can find something to do other than stalk the owlery, like lurk hogsmeade or something. like he expects of sweep, florian intends to stay out of trouble while he's at hogwarts; with the violence against muggle-borns (as they're called in great britain, something he finds hilarious) on the rise, though, it's a difficult task. several have already transferred out or just straight-up dropped off of the face of the earth, and with his own parents in mind, he doesn't intend to sit back. somebody has to do something, so why not him? why not his peers? this isn't how florian planned to spend his seventh year, but he's not backing down.

other
theme song: the boxer by mumford and sons
spoken languages: english (fluent), spanish (semi)
wand: cypress, wampus cat hair, twelve and one-half inches, pliant
patronus: staffordshire bull terrier
 
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