Mason Smith
"MASON GARRISON SMITH!"
Un cri surpris a laissé l'adolescent mâle, tombant du lit du grand saut de choc. Il s'assit rapidement, les yeux larges, ses cheveux tournèrent une blonde très légère, le cœur martelant dans sa poitrine. Il se leva, rencontrant les yeux de sa mère qui se tenait à deux pieds devant lui, ses yeux paraissant enflammés dans sa colère. Il a cligné des yeux, une petite "sa mère" s'échappant de sa gorge. Il regarda à l'époque avant de laisser sortir un petit gémissement. Il a maintenant compris. Il était 7 h 50, 20 minutes après son départ.
"Tu es supposé être parti 20 minutes plus tôt!"
Il s'est retourné, les yeux grands en état de choc et il a hurlé, debout, sa mère le châtiant, ne prenant même pas la peine de quitter la pièce alors que son fils se précipitait autour de la collecte des articles nécessaires. Il a arraché les vêtements de la journée, se réparant rapidement les cheveux avant de jeter ses vêtements, préformant les tâches hygiéniques nécessaires. Il aurait une douche complète après le petit déjeuner. Il est parti, sa mère s'emparant immédiatement de sa veste et le tirant dans les escaliers, trébuchant après elle. Malgré ses 18 ans, sa mère avait encore beaucoup de contrôle sur lui. Il sentit un remorqueur sur le fond de son jean, continuant sa veste avant qu'une mouche s'installe sur ses épaules autour de son cou, la reconnaissant immédiatement comme Aloin. Une fois en bas de l'escalier, sa mère lui a donné un regard pendant qu'on lui donnait ses bagages.
En quelques secondes, il s'est retrouvé en train de trébucher dans la ligne d'entrée, grimaçant le manque total de personnes. Il trébuche, s'affaiblit, sa mère apparaissant quelques secondes après. Il a laissé sortir un petit soupir avant d'approcher lentement le professeur Willfrey. Le professeur Wilfrey lui a donné un regard déçu, signant rapidement l'étudiant en retard. Il courut rapidement dans les couloirs, se levant rapidement jusqu'au sol et s'écraseant dans sa chambre, laissant tomber le sac sur son lit. Il sprinta en bas, grimaçant alors qu'il s'approchait de la grande salle. Il entra lentement en regardant autour, une petite malédiction entrant dans son esprit. La nourriture a déjà été servie. Ce n'était pas facile de vous faufiler, donc il marchait avec un but, sa tête haute, bien que se sentant conscient de soi. Ses yeux scannaient les foules avant de trouver la personne qu'il cherchait. Il est passé au groupe d'étudiants familiers. Il s'est assis à côté d'Oliver, un ami des années précédentes, ayant été la même année ensemble, regardant autour de lui tout le monde. Il m'a dit de laisser tomber un petit ronflement," mieux vaut tard que jamais je ne le suppose."
NAME
Mason Garrison Scott
NICKNAME
Mas
AGE
17
GENDER
male
SEXUALITY
bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS
single, for now
YEAR
7
WAND
 
Cherry, phoenix feather core, 11.5 inches.
TALENT
He is particularly skilled in offensive spells, particularly incendio tria, and other fire related spells.
PATRONUS
Lion
BOGGART
clowns
BLOOD STATUS
pure blood
PET
 
APPEARANCE
Mason is approximately 6 foot 1 inches in height, and weighs in around 195 pounds. He is well built, obvious signs that he works out showing on his body. He prefers to wear tighter shirts, but tends to stay with this design. He prefers bright, almost electric blue eyes, and as such the color of his eyes turn to such. His hair will change in shade, but he doesn’t tend to go towards the bright and abnormal colorings. He was fascinated by the thought of permanent things that would always remain. As such, he now has several tattoos. One of which covers the majority of his right side front, and the other goes across his shoulders and down.
PERSONALITY
Mason isn't the most attention seeking person, but he always wants to have friends and people to talk to. He is known as a flirt, hitting on everyone when he sees fit to. He generally seems to be a serious person, but he can be quite the joker when he is comfortable enough with the people around him. He is rather friendly, but is stuck with a temper that can quickly snap as he gets more annoyed. He likes going for a run, fire, and friends. He does not like arrogant people, loud people, or crowded places.
PLACE OF ORIGIN
A small wizard town near Dallas, Texas
HISTORY
As soon as he was born, he knew about his special ability. Within hours after his birth, the thick mop of hair began turning different colors from the original. It was not too surprising, his mother's family has a history of being metamorphmagus, though it had skipped a few generations to get to him. He continued on through life, surrounded constantly by magic, not expecting anything different in life. The first time he visited Dallas, he was thrown off completely. He couldn't understand how people could live without magic, and he watched them in utter fascination as they walked from store to store. Not a single bit of magic was done.
He had two older brothers, both of which picked on the younger brother, occasionally taking out their frustration on him. He was always glad when they went to school, to get anyway from them. Once he was accepted, he chose to stay there as long as he could, due to the years of separation between his brothers. But they grew out of their tendencies, apologizing to him eventually. Now they are both off working, the eldest married and with a 2 year old son. He went through a struggle as he aged discovering his was attracted to both sexes. He was afraid that something was wrong with him. For several years he hid it from everyone, but once he learned more he came out, becoming more comfortable with himself.
EXTRA
He is a metamorphmagus