19 (6th year)Sexuality:
at 250lbs Xavril has been trained and excersized his entire life to accompany the grueling martial arts training his father put him through. He is overly athletic but no bulging muscles belying his athletic appearance.Eyes:
one blue one whiteHair:
Xavril always carries the sword his mother gave him, often worn transfigured as a necklace around his neck. He refuses to hide the scars nor undergo surgery to remove them. They are his reminder not to take life for granted. He typically wears loose fitting clothes both for ease of movement and to hide his athletic form. He is totally unflustered by people staring at his scars yet he becomes super shy when people notice his body, be it working out in the gym or at a sporting event.Wolf Form:
In his wolf form
He retains his Heterochromia but his hair turns black with a white chest and pawsHouse:
potions, transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, charms, herbology, electives: weapon training, advanced dueling. Wand:
Stout. The remains of his mothers wand
as well as his very own wand:
yew and Boomslang VenomPersonality:
Xavril trains constantly and not just his martial arts. He that through hard work he is able to achieve anything. He is mild mannered and indifferent to the drama of everyday life. He is always available to help other students with learning concepts and homework. He tries to work hard and stick to himself except during approved school competitions or class or the rare occasion he becomes involved in a "schoolyard" fight. In those situations all bets are off. He is going to prove that someone with no prior knowledge of the wizarding world can become a true force to be feared. Xavril is taking all his classes with the express purpose of being a Wizard Bounty Hunter of sorts, and Auror. Be it beast, magical conjuration, mechanical creation, or dark wizard; Xavril is training to fight them wherever he finds them.History:
Xavril was born in America to two loving parents. His father was a martial artist who traveled the world performing and teaching. His mother was a witch. However his mother never told any of the family she was a witch.
As such Xavril grew up traveling with his parents, being homeschooled by his mother and trained in martial arts by his father. As such there was very little chance for magical aptitude to shine, maybe that was his mother’s intention, but never the less Xavril learned the value of hard work and discipline towards his goals.
One day they were coming home from an exhibition when their plane crashed high in the mountains killing almost everyone aboard including Xavril's father. Of those that managed too live some died from the elements or pre existing injury, others were picked off by the local pack of wolves. Xavril managed to survive with a broken leg and his mother in the seat next to him wasn't so lucky. She had survived the crash but needed nigh immediate surgery for a pierced lung, that she was never going to receive. Clawing at her bag she finds her nearly broken wand and manages to mend Xavril's leg. Notably shaken he freaks out telling her to fix herself, to get them out of there but she can't her wand is broken and even if it wasn't she's nearly out of magic, having not practiced and being very near death. She makes one last effort and pulls a pen knife from her purse. She takes these two items and with the help of whatever magic she has left she blends the wand into the knife making a weapon
for her son to use. And with that last effort she dies in the crashed plane.
Xavril stays in the plane just long enough for his grief to abate because he knows the wolves will be drawn to the crash site. He makes his way into the trees and tries to find shelter. Along the way he has to fight through a pack of angry wolves. They surround him attacking from all sides scaring much of the left side of his face, neck and upper torso. But Xavril gives as good as he gets winding several with his new sword and finally killing one. The pack seeing the kill back off to keep him surrounded but let him move through the forest. Eventually Xavril finds a cave and hides inside.
For three days Xavril sits eating pieces of the wolf he killed and drinking melted snow but he knows it can't last. One night sitting by the fire forcing himself to stay awake he has what he believes is a hallucination and talks to his sword which answers in his mother’s voice. The sword tells him to think like a wolf. Xavril laughed and decided why not. So he thought about a wolf in his position and He dreams himself as a wolf running off with the pack, hunting, and running towards the light of a small village. Xavril awakes in the morning startled to find he is a real wolf; fur, teeth, paws, four legs, tail, real wolf. He runs into town and to his surprise he runs headlong into his uncle, his mothers brother. Laughing at the antics of the dog Xavril's uncle turned suddenly seriously somber upon seeing the collar around its neck; a simple leather binding he had made for Xavril a few years past. Looking into Xavril's eyes he asks one question: Xavril? Xavril nods his furry head slowly. Laughing Xavril's uncle clapped his hands explaining how he had come to look for the plane since everyone had feared the worst and Xavril wasn't found at the crash site with his parents. Xavril's uncle led him through the town of hogsmead up through the gates of Hogwarts into the great hall where breakfast was just getting underway. Walking up to the headmaster he said "I know this is unusual headmaster but since it’s the first week of school might I enroll one more student?" Chuckling the headmaster replies "I suppose you might but I don't see any students with you." Chucking the uncle asks the transfiguration master to disenchant the wolf behind him. Confused but obliging he casts the spell and when the clouds of fur stopped falling the whole room gasped to see Xavril standing where the wolf had been, sword and all sheathed across his back. The headmaster was astonished that an untrained student had managed to transfigure themselves by accident. As such he sent Xavril and his uncle to go buy his things and return him by dinner and they would sort and enroll Xavril the very next day. Familiar:
no familiar as such. A great horned owl for mail. And a pack of wolves that will aid "one of their own" if Xavril calls as a wolf.]