- Messages
- 12
- OOC First Name
- Heather
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Cherry wood, 11¾ inches, phoenix feather core, slightly springy.
- Age
- 18
Bastian Aloysius Thorne
"seventh year really said "grow up or explode".
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Basic Information
Full name: Bastian Aloysius Thorne
Pronunciation: Ba-sti-an | Alloy-si-us | Thor-ne
Nicknames: Baz
D.O.B: September 7th 2048
P.O.B: Edinburgh, Scotland
Gender / pronouns: Male | He/him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship status: Single
Career he wants to do in the future: Either be a Charms professor or a Music professor.
Appearance
Height: 5ft 10
Hairstyle / colour: Cropped short and tidy, usually in soft waves or a tight fade, depending on the week. Naturally a deep ebony brown, but every few months he’ll add a faint enchanted shimmer; silver or indigo highlights that only show under moonlight or when he casts a spell. It’s equal parts vanity and artistry.
Eyes: Bright, slightly narrow, amber-gold.
Prominent features: Small crescent-shaped scar at the base of his jaw, one silver hoop earring in his left ear, a faint spray of freckles dusts his nose and cheeks, a short neatly trimmed beard.
Face / voiceclaim: Ncuti Gatwa
Education
School he transferred from: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
House: Ravenclaw
Year: 7th year
Wand: Cherry wood, 11¾ inches, phoenix feather core, slightly springy.
Patronus: Kingfisher
Uniform: Bastian’s uniform was technically regulation -- but just barely. His Ravenclaw tie was always slightly loose, and his robe cuffs enchanted to sparkle faintly when he moved his hands. His shoes were magically polished, and his cloak lining shimmered with silver feathers, a cheeky nod to his House mascot.
Clubs: To be added...
Family
Mother: Nyasha Umutoni-Thorne (a Rwandan witch and magical botanist).
Father: Nathaniel Thorne (a Muggle playwright from London).
Siblings: None. He's an only child.
Extended family: There are talks of a mysterious cousin from Nyasha’s side who once attended Uagadou and disappeared into magical research in Madagascar. His father’s family line has mostly faded into the Muggle world; a few cousins think he’s a “science teacher at a boarding school.” He lets them.
Personality
Bastian is equal parts brilliance and mischief: a walking paradox of intellect and chaos. He’s sharp-tongued, charming, and radiates the kind of confidence that makes people believe in their own magic just by being around him. Behind the theatrics, though, there’s a deep empathy; he reads people like he’s reading the air itself. He thrives on laughter, debate, and a touch of harmless rebellion; anything that keeps life from going stale. At his heart, Bastian’s a born teacher: he believes that curiosity is the purest form of magic, and he’d set the entire castle on fire if it meant sparking a student’s creativity.
Likes:
- The smell of spell parchment and lemon polish
- Storms (as long as he’s indoors)
- Magical jazz from the 1940s
- Tea with honey and clove
- Spontaneous midnight duels
- Floating candles (he collects rare varieties!)
- People who belittle “soft” magic like art or emotion-based spells
- Bureaucracy
- Cold porridge
- Quills that squeak
- Unnecessary rules
- Experimenting with new charms and naming them dramatically
- Brewing experimental teas (half are delicious, half explode)
- Stargazing with enchanted telescopes
- Collecting cursed jewellery and “fixing” it for fun
Backstory
Bastian was born in Edinburgh to a Muggle playwright and a Rwandan witch who believed plants could feel emotions. His childhood home was a mix of theatre scripts and talking ferns -- loud, loving, and a little enchanted even before he knew the word for it. When his first burst of accidental magic made his father’s quills write poetry on their own, his parents handled it with absolute wonder. But his Hogwarts letter came during a stormy night that also brought tragedy -- his father’s sudden illness left the family shaken, and Bastian threw himself into Hogwarts life as both escape and expression.
At school, he was the kind of student professors couldn’t forget; creative, clever, and always skating the edge of chaos. He found comfort in Charms, where magic felt like breathing, and in friendship, where laughter became his shield. But behind his confidence was a quiet grief he never really processed. When his father died during his fifth year, he buried the pain in performance (jokes, spells, smiles) to keep people from seeing the crack in his heart.
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