Evander Renkin

Full Name: Evander Matthew Renkin
Nicknames: Evan, Ren, Liar
Age: 11
Year: First
House: Slytherin
Blood Type: Halfblood
Sexual Orientation: No idea

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: average
Body Type: average
Distinguishing Markings: Eyebrows
Dress Style: Very muggle

Quirks:

• pyromaniac
  
• compulsive liar
  
• no sense of right or wrong
  
• Remembers things in his own unique way
  

Likes:

• Fire
  
• Laughing when people fall or get hurt (it amuses him)
  
• Getting Under People's Skin
  
• Lying
  
• Chaos
  

Dislikes:

• Rules (other than his own)
  
• Order (other then his own)
  
• Telling the truth (other then his own version)
  
• People ruining his fun
  
• People thinking there is something wrong with him
  

Strengths:

• Resistant to truth serums
  
• Observant
  
• Independent
  
• Ambidextrous

Weaknesses:

• Flash temper (gets the better of him sometimes)
  
• Childish
  
• Supersticious (he says he is)
  
• The stench of vinegar
  
• Insomniac

Family:
Doesn't know who his father was since his mother was sort of dating if you called it that at the same time. There were two possibles but his mother won't tell him who they were. His mother Eirlys is a single mother that works many jobs to keep the roof over their head, food on the table, and clothes on their backs.
Personal History: Evander never considered himself strange. Everyone else were the strange ones. People are playthings to him. They are there for his amusement. When his family realized that Evander was missing a conscious, they reacted in different ways. His elder brother disappeared and his younger brother became paranoid. His mother had wanted to commit him, but within a week had the therapists believing his mother was the crazy one. Aftet that his mother wanted to write him off and give him up but his hogwarts letter came.
RP Receiving Your Acceptance Owl: Laughter was the only sound in the quiet flat. The other occupants weren't home. This was perhaps a good thing as the happy grin the boy's face never bode well for the family. Spinning around on the barstool tje boy sang, "I'm going to magic school!"

He'd been on cloud nine since the bird had come and delivered the letter. The bird unfortunately wouldn't be returning with a reply. Evander's class had just studied embalment and he had been keen to try it out. He supposed they called it taxidermy. Evander thought it just that he should be able to have a pet and this way it wasn't as much of hassel as a real pet.

Wand:
Pets: (not allowed a pet)

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