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Full Character Name: Warren Marcus Glywys Medraut Neifion
Character Birthday & Age: July 23 1993, 16
City & Country of Birth: Castle Neifion, Vale of Glamorgan, Wales
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Pureblood
House & Year: Slytherin 6th year

Wand: 10” Oak with Dragon Heartstring core, thick and rigid. The handle is carved in a dragon scale pattern.

Physical Description: Warren was very skinny in his youth. He had a mess of blond curls and azure blue eyes. He wore dressy robes that his parents made him wear. But he was still a kid at heart and always had tears in his clothes and cuts on his limbs from playing out on his family’s vast estate.

Over the years Warren has grown into a strapping young man. He’s of moderate height at five feet and ten inches. He’s solidly built at one hundred and eighty pounds. His thick physique comes from years of playing every sport the wizarding world has to offer. Because of not being the tallest young man on campus his muscles are more compact, making him look larger than other kids who might tower over him. His chest is round, pronounced, and wide. His arms are thick cords of muscle, as are his legs. His torso makes up the longest part of him, his legs not being built for running as much as quick sprints. His abs aren’t cut up like leaner young men, but instead are a mostly solid thick slap of muscle without definition. He’s been described as having a lot of ugly muscle. His neck is thick but elongated.

Warren has a slightly oval shaped face, but with a pronounced round chin. His ears are small and close to his head, the tips of his ears are also slightly pointed. His nose is hawkish, and his nostrils are wide enough to look flared even when relaxed. He has a large bump on the bridge of his nose as well. His mouth is small, but his lips are thick and full. His chin, jaw, and upper lip are covered with a light dusting of light brown hair that doesn’t grow in thick. He usually keeps said facial hair in faint, youthful stubble. His eyes are deep set and ever so slightly almond in shape. His eye color has darkened over the years, and is a darker shade of sea foam green. His brow isn't particularly thick, and his eyebrows aren't very bushy. His forehead is in proportion to his head and not exceedingly high.   

Warren’s complexion has been the same shade since his youth, a rich olive tone. His color comes from a healthy mix of hereditary factors, as well as a life spent outside as much as was possible for him. His hair is still curly like in his youth, albeit he keeps it much shorter now. He wears the wheat colored locks shorn close, in a short curly Caesar cut.

Clothing wise Warren sticks mostly to what you’d expect from an affluent pure blood wizard. Expensively tailored robes, usually of the black variety, fill the majority of his closet space. He favors white or green accessories even when away from school since they highlight his green eyes. He hasn't given muggle clothing a chance, and in fact does not own any. 


Personality Description: Warren’s personality, like everyone else’s, is derived from his upbringing. He is loyal, the way his mother taught him to be. He would gladly risk anything to defend his name, and would risk just as much to bring honor to it. His grandfather taught him about that, that is to say, calculated risks. Nothing can be gained without putting something forward with the chance of it being lost. Thus you have to know what you’re willing to risk, and the best way of risking it. Those lessons his grandfather taught him have stayed ingrained in his young mind. Though he was socialized as a child, often seeing extended family as well as meeting many people in his family’s travels, he was never really close to anyone outside of his immediate family. Because of that it takes a long while before he considers anyone a friend. He will be nice and warm to anyone because his father taught him to be, but he will at the core still be guarded as his grandfather taught.

Like stated though, it’s not all hard interiors and plotting. Warren is also like any other young man; he likes to have a good time and is willing to try new things. That’s not to say he’ll go off being ridiculous and trying ridiculous things just to fit in. But he wouldn’t ostracize people over an invitation to engage in a little adolescent trouble.

Warren isn’t shy or boisterous. Instead he’s a more even tempered type. Constantly moving schemes and ideas around in his head, but sharing them when he feels they are ready. He’s not averse to being in charge either. Though he’s not a glory hound per se, he does enjoy the limelight when he feels it’s earned.

He’s pretty much devoid of any nervous ticks or bad habits. He was broken of the habit of biting his nails by his mother through use of a charm that made his nails very spicy, however in times of extreme nervousness he sometimes reverts back to biting them. Afterwards he usually feels guilty about doing so and will usually hide his fingers until they grow back.

In situations of conflict the young Neifion will usually try to remain calm and assess the situation, the better to figure out how to flip the script so it benefits him. He can lose his head, much like any young man, but for the most part tries not to. He’s not a fan of physical confrontations despite his size and training in different forms of combat. He’d rather turn an enemy into an ally instead of just besting them, be it physically or in any other situation. Unless his good name is besmirched, then he feels it’s his duty to exact revenge appropriate to the insult.


History: Warren Neifion was born on a warm summer’s day in the Neifion family manor. The manor was tucked away on high cliffs looking out towards the ocean, and the Bristol Channel. The old ancestral manor was built away from muggle eyes in Vale of Glamorgan, on a beautiful and secluded section of cliffs in Southern Wales. The manor was hundreds of years old, and was built atop the location where the old Neifion family keep had been. The grounds around the manor were quite extensive and as such Warren had a lot of room to play as a child.

Warren’s father, Marcus Andrew Warren Neifion, was the only male child of his parents, and thus inherited his family’s ancestral estate. Warren’s mother, the Lady Neifion, was a pureblood herself, originally from Italy. Marcus Neifion held an administrative position within the Ministry of Magic. He didn’t have to travel very often for his work, and was usually home in time for dinner. In fact most of his money came from his father who lived with the family, and his real goals were always politics. The Lady Neifion, Warren’s mother, had no job outside of pet projects that she’d undertake now and again.

Most of Warren’s childhood was spent on the grounds of the estate. His grandfather, who was a powerfully built fit old man, was the one Warren spent most of the day with. The elder Neifion didn’t trust Warren’s upbringing to nurses and such, and did not want him to spend too much time with his mother, less he become effeminate. His grandfather taught him to ride and maintain his horse, as well as archery, strategy, and history. Warren looks back fondly on all the nights he spent in his youth before a great fire in his grandfather’s study, being beaten at wizard’s chess over and over by the grey bearded man with the cool slate eyes. To make sure he didn’t make the boy too much of a shut in he would take him hunting, as well as teach him all the sports that existed in the wizard world.

None of that is to say though, that Warren did not spend time with his mother as well. It was the Lady Neifion who taught her son how to speak her native tongue of Italian, as well as how to speak Welsh which his father had not even mastered. The Lady Neifion was a sharply intelligent woman, but a caring one as well. She was fiercely loyal to her family and instilled such a mindset in her son. She also taught young Warren how too paint, something he proved to be quite good at, though in later years he stopped expressing his creative side through those means for the most part.

Marcus Neifion also had his share in raising his son. Warren went on many fishing trips with his father, who was an avid fan of the sport. His father was a kind man. Perhaps a little too soft if you asked the eldest Neifion. It came from growing up amongst three sisters, and having a father who was away on business often in his own youth. Marcus tried to instill the warmth and dedication he had for the things he did in his son, and for the most part succeeded. Although Warren’s grandfather did his best to keep the boy aggressive as well as dedicated.

Although Warren was tutored by his family year round there were often vacations in his youth as well. He traveled to Italy many times to visit his mother’s side of the family. His parents wanted to expose him to as much of the world as they could since most of the time the only people Warren saw were them, cousins when they came to visit, and the assorted staff of the manor and grounds. Warren got to practice his Italian in Italy, see the Black Forrest and eat its cake, see the ancient ruins of Greece, and fish in the Caribbean with his father, amongst many other trips.

But like with all wizard children the time eventually came for him to leave for school. It was hard to see his family go that first year, but he was excited to be able to write to his family and tell them he’d been sorted into Slytherin, the house of his grandfather. Marcus Neifion had been a Hufflepuff to his father’s frustration.

His years at Hogwarts have been continuously eventful. The Azkaban prison break happened in 2004, and the last year at Hogwarts and in the wizard world at large was filled with many happenings. But, for the most part Warren managed to not become involved in anything that happened. Instead, he spent much of his time either studying or doing something with one club or another.

Warren hasn’t been the most popular kid at school, and isn’t one of the Slytherin types to bully other students. The teacher’s know who he is for the most part since he applies himself quite hard. He’s also always been easy to find around the quidditch pitch. His size and strength makes him and ideal beater since he can brutally swing a club. He prefers to play chaser though since he feels a lot of the glory goes to them. While he isn’t shunned or unknown in the school, he hasn’t made what he’d call close friends even though he’s in his sixth year. He’s also yet to find a girlfriend, even though he thinks of himself as at least as ruggedly handsome as a boy his age can be.


[All Classes:]
Defense Against the Dark Arts (Core Class)
History of Magic (Core Class)
Transfiguration (Core Class)
Potions (Core Class)
Care of Magical Creatures (Elective)

How Do You Fit Into Your House?: Though Warren would of made a decent candidate for any of the houses, his cunning destined him for house Slytherin. He prefers to think of it as thinking strategically, but when it comes down to it he uses said strategic thinking to benefit himself foremost. He also shares his father’s ambition, but with the resourcefulness of his grandfather. That and he is fond of being the leader when he feels it’s best for the situation, and when it’s best for the situation is seemingly more and more often in his mind.

Writing Sample: Warren Neifion was seated in a plush leather chair; the color was stained red and looked like fine wine in the light of the fire. Across from him sat his grandfather in a matching chair. The elder Neifion sat very rigidly in his chair, his chin and curtain of white beard resting on a massive and gnarled old hand. Between the two was a chess board, crafted of fine ivory and ebony. The set was so old that the elder Neifion remembered it from when he was child, but the beautiful hand carved pieces, though worn, still had exquisite detail on each and every piece.

“You know tonight is the night that I beat you, don’t you grandfather?” Warren said while moving a pawn, “I’ve been practicing the whole school year against some of the best. Few can even last more than a few moves against me."

The elder Neifion remained quiet and moved a pawn of his own. He met Warren’s sea foam gaze with his own steely eyes. Slowly a grin formed on his old visage, rough leathery skin bunching up as he listened to his grandson prattle on.

“I’m doing really well at school you know,” the younger Neifion said while meeting his grandfather’s gaze and moving a piece without really paying attention, “One kid a year older even tried to say something about our family being too kind to muggles. He called me a muggle lover. Needless to say we got into a fight. But I showed him. I showed him why you don’t go around insulting the Neifion family."

“You should have found out his family. He probably had a muggle somewhere up in his family tree. You could have used that. You could have found a use for him,” grandfather Neifion said in the deep whisky tinged voice of his. He moved a piece on the board deliberately, his eyes not leaving his grandson’s.

Warren though it over. His grandfather was right of course. He always was. But he was still proud that he had defended his family name. No upstart punk was going to talk down to him about his family. Besides who cared if someone was a muggle or a wizard or a squib or what. That kid, that kid cared. And then he understood what his grandfather meant. It would have been a worse punishment to hold that over him. He made a mental note to not be so brash next time.

“You’re right grandfather, but what else is new?” he asked while moving one of his pieces. The fire roared besides them. They were both full from a large dinner, and his grandfather was sipping a goblet full of his favorite whisky. The pungent smell of the drink wafted to Warren’s nose and he couldn’t think of a reason his grandfather would drink the stuff. It smelled awful. A log cracked and fell deeper into the fire with a little bit of noise. Warren half jumped and turned his eyes to it when it did. When he looked back his grandfather was smiling.

“Nothings new my boy, nothings new at all,” the powerfully built old man said as his piece drew its sword on Warren’s king, who knelt down and surrendered. The old man gave his grandson a wink and took a long deep drink of his whisky. “Keep your head up boy. You got a lot of learning left to do before you can best an old dragon like me.”


Sum up your character in one paragraph: Warren is the product of pure blood and strong family. He’s gifted and cunning, but it’s in his nature to also be a good person and even friendly. He enjoys quidditch, and all sports really. He comes from Wales, and has been all over the world. He is loyal to his family to a fault.