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Full Character Name: Thales Rivers
Character Birthday & Age: August 31, 1998
City & Country of Birth: London, England.
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Halfblood
House & Year: Ravenclaw, First Year

Wand: 38 cm, elder, phoenix feather.  Pliable, decorated shaft, with various circles and runes carved into it.

Physical Description:
Medium-sized kid, with slightly long blond hair, and hazel eyes. His skin is extremely white, demonstrating clearly that he is not an outdoors person, or at least not a day person. His eyes seem to shift focus constantly, looking all around, only stopping now and then, except when he begins to ponder, in that case all his complexion gives the feeling of detachment, and his eye shifting subsides. When not wearing school uniform, he likes to wear light and loose clothing, normally a loose  monochromatic cotton t-shirt, light pants that do not get in the way of his movements and simple mocassim-styled shoes, though if he is at home or in a familiar place, he will prefer to stay bare-footed.
He walks and moves lightly and silently, in a fluid and gentle way, and tries to convey this in his body language.

Personality Description:
A soft-spoken, absent-minded at times, observant 11-year old, who enjoys reading, appreciating art, writing his personal journal, he likes comedy boks (Hitchhickers Guide to the Galaxy style), and detective books, practicing tai chi chuan (in which case he becomes really cheerful), playing chess and philosophising about life in general and its many events. He loves surreal art, and finds the paintings at Hogwarts rather boring, considering the artistic possiblities when you add magic into the equation. He has a fear of needles. While quiet himself, he does enjoy the company of people more extroverted than him, and values greatly his friends, and should one of them need his help, he won't think twice before giving his best for his friend. Although he is in Ravenclaw, he doesn't like studying things that he doesn't find interesting. Luckily, he finds most of Hogwarts subjects fascinating.
He is rather fond of people that amuse him, are interested in art or that he knows he can count on, and isn't fond of people that bully around the weaker or that refuse to appreciate art.

History:
It all started in a sunny day, Miles Rivers was backpacking across Europe. He was a young lad, with 20 years, discovering the world around him with a constant sense of amazement.
He still could remember the days he passed at Hogwarts, even the first ones. He remembered getting there with no clue of what was waiting for him, as he was a muggleborn, and feeling rather nervous upon looking at that old, albeit wise, hat. Anyone who saw this man now would hardly imagine that one day, that confident-looking, trip-dressed, constantly grinning young wizard was a nervous and unsure of himself boy.
He had been tripping through Europe for the past 6 months, at first only going through the capitals and major cities, but eventually stopping too in villages that caught his interest. This day, he was walking through a forest, near a basque village in French territory. He smiled to himself. That particular forest was known to offer protection to smugglers, and it was considered bad manners to recognize anyone there, meaning he could stay there camping for as long as he wished. Miles stretched himself, letting a faint sigh.

"That's life!" said Miles.

He mounted his camp, and after 3 days, he found a lake with a beautiful woman bathing in it. Being the gentleman he was, after recovering from the chock, which left him flabbergasted for a second or two. He turned his back upon that visage.

Ok, maybe 5.

Ok, possibly 10.

Shut up.

The woman bathing in that lake, seeing that young lad there. Let a light laugh and got out of the lake, drying herself and wearing a simple dress.
She approached Miles, and began to talk in French with him.

"Hello, sweetie. I've never seen one such as you in this forest. What's your name? You can call me Aurore." whispered the unknown woman.

Miles gulped. He had heard about this legend on the villages around the area, but he didn't expect it to be real, and a Veela.

" You can call me Miles, mademoiselle Aurore, and I have my lunch being made near my tent, a few meters in that direction" replied Miles.

He pointed towards his tent.

"Would you like to join me, and have a nice talk?" said Miles, now looking at Aurore.
"Are you sure you only want to talk?" asked Aurore, looking at Miles puzzled.

Aurore smiled, and Miles nodded calmly, smiling too. Aurore looked at him slightly surprised, but followed him, and they had a nice lunch, and a great conversation.
Days and weeks went by, with this same routine, and Aurore and Miles sort of started dating.
After six or seven months, Miled started packing. It pained him to leave Aurore, but he had to return home. He couldn't stop the tears that were rolling down his cheeks, as he prepared to leave the forest. He knew that he could return later, but after so much time being with Aurore, it felt ike cutting off a part of himself.

"What's the matter, Miles?" asked Aurore, worried.

Aurore appeared behind and hugged him. It felt good. And with a rough voice, Miles told her:

"I have to leave, Aurore..." Miles said.

She looked at him and shrugged.

"Very well." she replied.

Miles opened his mouth, flabbergasted.

"Before you say anything, I am coming with you, dummy." added Aurore, smiling.

His open mouth turned into a smile, and the face that before only showed sadness now was beaming with relief and happiness. It would be hard moving Aurore to London with him, but it wouldn't be impossible.

12 yeas later, Thales was returning from his night tai chi chuan training with his father. Although his father was a wizard, he kept in close contact with the muggle world, living in an apartment in the city.
Miles kept an arm around Thales, making sure he stayed close, and Thales didn't mind, as he liked to stay close to his father, specially in such a chilly night as that. Although Thales mother was a Veela, he didn't exhibit any of the magical traits of a half-veela yet. Presumably puberty would trigger it, but Thales wasn't sure. He looked at his father, who in turn looked back at him and smiled.

"Tired, Thales?" asked Miles, slightly worried.
"Not as I used to be, though I wouldn't refuse a quick stop at some deli." replied Thales.

Thales smiled at Miles, hoping they would stop. They normally didn't, but now and then, when Miles was in a really good mood, they would stop and have a little snack, talking about life in general and confiding secrets to each other, as they looked at the night sky now and then. Both Miles and Thales favored the night over the day.
Miles looked at Thales and smiled a special smile. A smile that Thales knew too well, that was shown when Miles knew something that he didn't, but would tell soon. And that meant that they would stop at a delicatessen.

"Great!" Thales exclamated.
"I suppose today is a day worth of some celebration, for reason that shall soon be clear to you." Miles said, in a very cryptic and over-the-top tone.

Thales chuckled, sometimes Miles tried to sound mighty and wizard-y when talking to him, something that they both found rather funny. It also was a great way to break Thales concentration during one of their chess games, as Miles did many times, just for the hell of it.

"Okay, okay. Just let me call your mother, and tell her to come too, it's going to be huge, trust me." Miles said.

He grinned and patted Thales on his back, picking his cellphone. Thales mind drifted elsewhere, imagining what sort of thing his parents were going to tell him. Maybe they would visit an art exposition? Maybe they bought him some colection of books? Or, who knows, they might go on a vacation to some country! Thales almost tripped when they got to the deli, and picked up the menu with a grin that went ear to ear, ordering some iced tea and a cheese sandwich, while his father stared intently at him smiling.

"Thales, remember when that strange thing happened with hat painting?" Miles asked softly.
"Oh, yeah! That was rather strange, indeed. I swear, dad, I have no idea what happened!" Thales replied nervously.

Miles raised his hand, as if telling Thales that explanations weren't necessary. The event which both of them were talking about was when Thales aprroached his hand to a surreal painting with a lot of bleak colors involved, said to his father that "you could just feel the colors as emotions. It's dark, and it's incredible." and, out of nowhere, the colors of the paiting expanded upon the whole wall of the exhibition, making Miles do what he liked to call "a strategic retreat", which consisted of grabing Thales and running away really fast as if there was no tomorrow.

"Well, what I am trying to say is..." Miles tried to continue, but was interrupted.

Right then, Aurore appeared next to the table, sitting next to Miles and smiling at Thales.

"Heeey, honey! You have the greatest timing I've ever seen! Did you get it?" Miles asked while kissing his wife.

Aurore nodded, while still looking at Thales.

"Can we tell it together, Miles?" asked Aurore, clearly fightining the urge to tell whatever it was right here, right now.
" That was the whole reason behind calling you, I suppose." Miles shrugged.

Aurore and Miles traded a glance, looked at Thales that was completely lost, and amazed, in that situation and told him together, while Aurore gave him a letter.

"Congratulations and good luck on Hogwarts!" They both said together, clearly having rehearsed that.

Thales face almost glowed with happiness, as he read the letter intently.

Some months later, there he was, walking towards the selector hat, a old-looking, rugged hat that demonstrated ability to talk and think. He knew that he was supposed to be nervous, as all, or at least the majority, of his classmates-to-be were, but he couldn't.
He was utterly freaking amazed by that hat, and when he sit there, his mind was blank, without thoughts, just waiting for the hat to do anything, anything at all!

"Hmm, what we have here? That's rare! Normally, the kids that come here are very nervous about the house they are going to be, and are just so self-involved in that moment that each thought of theirs is like a scream, but you seem to be interested in me?" asked the Hat, curious.
"Indeed I am. Someone I trusted (my father) told me that your function was to put the students in the houses they fit best, with some room for choice, so I figured, 'Hey, how many chances will I have to speak with an entitiy that has human-like (or maybe higher, that's just an estimative) intelligence? How does-'"

The Hat yelled "Ravenclaw", and although protesting in his head, that: 1- cuting someone mid-sentence was really impolite, and 2- that he wanted to talk more with the hat, he stood up, picked the hat of his head and placed again in the stool, walking towards the Ravenclaw table with a smile on his face, being cheered on while doing so. He started eating some of the food, small portion, and his eyes were gleaming.
Everything in Hogwarts was amazing!
Except the art.
His first period in Hogwarts was rather uneventful, as he spent most of his days in his room, reading his books about magic while not in class, trying to understand better the world he was now in. He didn't like the fact that they were not allowed to leave their dormitories at night, but he supposed he could understand. So, instead of training tai chi chuan at night, like he used to do, he started doing so early in the morning, before any of his classmates were up.

Classes:

Core Classes Astronomy Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts Herbology History of Magic Potions Transfiguration

Electives No No No No No

How Do You Fit Into Your House?:
He is a person that values knowledge, and isn't afraid of questioning the reasons behind events. While he isn't normally talkative, and passed most of his time just watching from the sidelines the events at Hogwarts, he truly felt he belonged to Ravenclaw, as it was the kind of house where you could enjoy reading a book through an afternoon, and no one would bother you, where, if you were lucky, you could begin a conversation about art in the common room late at night, if you couldn't sleep and met another person with the same problem, and where you could invite someone to play chess and not sound weird.

Writing Sample:
Thales looked at the lake, in that beautiful morning. Despite not liking days very much, he had to admit that he appreciated mornings, as they were cooler.
He was sitting on the grass near a lake in the middle of a forest. From what he knew, it was where his father and his mother met, many years ago.
He could smell his dad making sausages in a nearby campfire.

"Breakfast is ready in 10 minutes, tops!" Miles yelled nearby.
"Ok, dad!" Thales answered.

Thales smiled and begun to think about that lake.
While looking at that lake, he had to wonder, was that lake the same lake as ten years ago? The water that was there now was slowly evaporating, and soon rain would fall, filling that lake with water that were not his. Would it be right to think of that lake as the same lake his father once swam? Why use the same name, then? Granted, it was in the same spot, but that did not make it the same lake. And why not change his name over the years, to keep up with his new identities?
Thales considered for a moment if the same thing applied to humans, and then closed his eyes, relaxing more while he continued to ponder, and opened his eyes a while after.

Sum up your character in one paragraph:
A tai chi loving, book devouring, soft spoken chess fan, who loves to philosophise and enjoys arts.