Carved out of a Myrtlewood branch, measuring 12 1/4" and holding a Phoenix Feather core, Sander's wand isn't anything out of the ordinary. It's fairly pliable, having survived many attempts on its life by Lysander's younger siblings and has a smooth surface. However, there is one reason Sander refuses to let many people see it—

A charm in the shape of a small strawberry shortcake slice hangs from the handle. He hates it. With a passion. But the triplets have threatened to render his wand useless if he were ever to take it off. And the triplets are evil, demonic little spawns and Sander fears them half of the time.

The first thing people notice about Sander is his murderous glare and constant scowl. However, despite that, it is not to be said that he has minimal facial expression—no. It's just that all of his face tends to go downwards... His face tends to only express such moods as: agonized, brooding, choleric, glowering, hostile, grim, impassive, pained, scornful, scowling, snarling, sour and just overall grumpy. If someone's face or expression could make you feel like the most disgusting, useless little thing in the Universe, it is Sander's.

And his features only seem to encourage the lack of joy in his face. His eyebrow line, well-defined and harsh, is set low enough that it only requires just a little movement to turn into a full furrow. His blue-grey eyes, slightly turned downwards look pained or annoyed without him even having to make an effort. A small mouth with plump lips that constantly look pursed and tense, again give him kudos for his disapproving face. And his relatively broad nose sports well-defined nostrils that are simply perfect for flaring like some rabid raging bull. Despite his... less than pleasant face, he retains a sort of youthfulness that often makes him look like some brooding teenager with his long-ish brown hair in his face (when he's not working) and a genuine contempt for everything moving—no, actually, just everything. Which is rather accurate, really. He is like such a grumpy and moody teenager.

He stands at an above average height of 188 centimeters (6'2) which, again helps with the whole looking-down-my-nose-at-you-and-definitely-judging-you act. Despite his lanky figure, his movements are few, delicate and precise. A professional defect, if you'd like. And his hands -long, pale fingers- are a dead give-away for the sort of detailed work he does. He walks as if there's something on fire right around the corner and expects everyone to scurry away like the obnoxious pests they are. But mostly he just can't be bothered to actually move unless it is vital to do so. He doesn't gesticulate much, as he doesn't speak much either, so there's really nothign to gesticulate over. That is, unless he is going berserk over someone insulting his desserts... That is something one just should not do. He'll throw his apron in their face, start screaming like a crazy person (which he sometimes is), throwing stupid lines from action movies at them, take them by the gruff of their shirt and basically throw them out of the café. Because his sugary works of art are perfect.

You'd expect him to favor dark colors, but favoring a color, any color would mean actually caring about what one wears. And Sander doesn't. Most of his clothes are picked by his mother - the ones that are actually comfortable and sensible, or Bran, his ever-so-fashionable youngest brother - the ones that he hates 90% of the time but thanks God he has when he has to go out or look... presentable. However, the clothes that he actually likes are usually the product of his and Lester's -the second-born of the family- shopping trips to whatever indie, rock, alternative shops Lester frequents and thrift shops. He could actually clean up and look dead-gorgeous, but that would require effort and bring about attention and basically make his life living hell. So, no thank you. Instead, he prefers to grab whatever is in sight, regardless of the colors, state of cleanliness and age and just put them on.

His voice is—well, given that his speech usually consists of grunts, snarls, huffs and get out of my kitchen-s, one can't really tell. But the reason he refuses to speak most of the time is precisely because his voice does not fit his grump, spartanism, neanderthalism—whatever you might want to call it. No, his voice is the most hated thing about his entire person. Because it's boyish and young and completely ruins his mean, rude remarks. It's a terrible voice.

Sander is an awful person. That would pretty much describe the entirety of all that is Lysander. He is a grumpy, sour, rude person with terrible manners and social skills that make you think he is aching when in the presence of any sentient being. Sander's favorite activities are scowling, glaring and grunting. And he makes absolutely no exception about when, why and with whom. Sander is all for equality—he equally hates everybody. However, this would be labeling and generalizing. Sure, he really is an awful person that you would not wish to share the Planet with even if you and him were the last people alive, but it all depends on who you ask and at what point in time.

Having lived his entire life being the eldest brother has certainly affected his personality. Especially given that he has five—yes, five younger siblings, each a complete menace in their own right, but a massive thunderstorm as a whole. Before the triplets came into the picture, he was a relatively quiet boy, however with the triplets and his 16th birthday also came hormonal changes and... first love. The dreaded, awful first love. Which, obviously went awfully wrong. And enter the grump. While he had never been a hyper-active, joyful child, preferring to keep a level-head for the sake of his less than stellar-behaved siblings, after her he had completely closed in on himself and started hating the entire world. Because teenage angst was the fad at the time.

However, deep, deep, deeeeeeeep inside, under all the hate and spite and rudeness, he is actually a very sensitive and terribly insecure boy. Sort of like a mean puppy that instantly goes mellow once you scratch behind his ears. It is an accurate comparison. Despite, however much he may complain around his siblings, he deeply loves all of them—especially the triplets. He has very few friends, because none dare to approach him, however those few that manage to ease themselves into his heart are deeply loved and appreciated (even if they will never, ever know it). He's not the sort of person that would start a conversation in whatever circumstance, but if one of his few friends cares to unburden themselves on him, sure, he will roll his eyes for a few minutes, but he will listen attentively, silently offer a shoulder and maybe an advice.

He is very confident in his skills as a pastry chef, because he is brilliant at his job. But, when it comes to his own creations he is a bit insecure and reluctant to share them with the rest of the world before they pass by Leon and the triplets and he receives loads of encouragement (that he does not ask for, please). On the other side, while dealing with his night-time activities or the less than legal ones, he always keeps a cool-head, works efficiently and without asking questions.

He is a rather conservative sort, despite his half-muggle heritage he is oblivious to everything trendy and all things technological. He prefers to spend his free time reading Young Adult novels and comics. He's headstrong and once he forms an opinion or thought, the chances of it changing are close to zero. He's also very habitual and dislikes any deviation from his usual schedule, which is why he doesn't really deal well with change either. He hates London with ardor, and despite having been there for five years already he still longs for his family and Cardiff. He also smokes... like continuously. He probably spend more on cigarettes than food and he knows it's awful for anyone in the culinary industry to smoke, but it's his way to cope with London and something he has picked up since living here, as well.

Born in 1986 to Glenda and Evan Blackwell, Sander entered the world with a bang. Literally. Right after saying "Congratulations! It's a baby boy!" the doctor proceeded to drop him. On his head. And the little guy didn't even cry. Which is when Glenda and Evan both fainted. On the other hand, the rest of the Blackwells in the waiting room, proceeded to cheer and congratulate each other, all thirty something of them. Because, dropping newborn babies was apparently a thing in the family. Which, might explain a lot about the Blackwells... Crazy, dense, awfully fertile, rowdy, obnoxiously loud, bursting at the seams with joy and cheerfulness etc.

It all came as a surprise when Lysander, didn't seem to inherit the family joyfulness. He was a very quiet child—shy, well-behaved, seemed to sort of hate his parents... at two years old. Glenda kept waking up in full panic-mode in the middle of the night to check if he was still alive, because he didn't cry at all. And Evan, was generally at a loss about the boy, having grown up with three crazy older siblings and knowing Blackwell babies were supposed to make their parents' lives a living hell.

However, five years later, when Lester was born, everything started to go the Blackwell way. Lester, was a horrible baby that almost drove his parents to take a break to the loony bin, and seemed to only love his older brother. And Sander had flourished at that. He was still quiet, but you could see the joyful spark in his eyes when playing with his baby brother. Right around that time, he also started showing the first signs of magic and Evan was over the moon for it. While Glenda panicked. A lot. It had been a disaster to find out that her husband (and his entire family, the one that could populate an entire small village on their own) was magical after five years of marriage, but now her child was one too?

It all settled down smoothly after that. Sander still kept to himself, but doted on his baby brother, Lester was growing up to be quite a rebellious little kid, but Sander kept him in line and all was blissful happiness. Then Bran was born. And if baby Lester had been one of Dante's circles of Hell, Bran was Hell itself. And, unlike Lester or Sander he was a very, very early magical bloomer. And magic and babies, especially this baby was a terrifying affair. Bran was a sneaky little devil, in front of his parents (apart from the cry, feed, cry, change, cry, hug scenario) he was a complete angel, giggling and goo-goo-ga-ga-ing and smiling with his entire face and those big blue eyes at them, but with Sander and Lester? Pfft. It was a disaster. Clothes flew away, vases broke on their heads, toys attacked them (literally)—all in all, baby Bran was evil and repeatedly got his elder brothers in need of medical care.

A few years later he had received his Hogwarts letter and, in all honesty, he was rather unimpressed. His parents begrudgingly sent him off on the Express, after a long session of embarrassing kisses from his mother, manly hugs from his father, Lester muttering and, surprisingly, a long, loud cry from Bran. Hogwarts life had been... rather uneventful. But then again, Sander wasn't interested in much and nothing really phased him. The hat had placed him in Gryffindor, for nobody-could-even-imagine what reason. Because his house was loud, obnoxious and all-in-all very irritating. He had made some friends here and other, all of the loud and obnoxious sort, because apparently they were drawn to Sander like flies to—bees to honey. It wasn't that Sander actually attempted to make any friends, they had just been very insistent and in the end he had to go "Okay! Fine! Jesus!" and tolerate their company.

He was a bright kid, but he couldn't really be bothered to spend too much time studying. There were adventures to be read and comics to hunt for! He had shown an interest in Transfiguration however and sometimes Charms, but that was rather hit-or-miss. In his third year he discovered the castle kitchens and his life sort of took a turn—for worse or for better? Meh. It depends who you ask. His mother had been more of the frozen foods sort of woman, or stuff that came from a package, so he never really had the chance to watch real food being made. So when he discovered the house-elves at work, something clicked and he was instantly hooked. And after many, many whining and begging the elves had finally decided to show him a bit of this and a bit of that. He kept his "hobby" relatively well-hidden, because he was a boy and boys didn't cook. That is until Bran's seventh birthday.

His family had never managed well with money, and what with three young boys it was always a tight stretch. But that year Bran had refused to understand the concept of "we have no money, laddie" and cried and wailed and pouted and stomped his feet until Lysander had had enough of it and decided to bake him his damn "cake with butterflies and flowers and—oh, oh and unicorns", because Bran was all sunshine and rainbows and unicorns, under his demonic spawn behavior. So Sander set himself to research in the Hogwarts library, making the librarian give him funny looks because a fourteen year old boy reading Enchantment in Baking was apparently unheard of. And when Sander silently and glaringly showed his little brother the cake the entire family had been awkwardly silent for a few seconds, before Bran proceeded to squee and  jump up and down, Lester went into a laughing fit, Glenda had remained open-mouthed and silently whispered to her husband "I don't know if I should rejoice that my kid is so talented or cry because he's obviously way better at it than me..." and his father simply grinned brightly and went "aweee, Lys, that is a beautiful gift for your baby brother." All of which made Sander blush furiously and mutter some curses before storming out.

He passed his OWLs uneventfully, only scoring an O in Transfiguration while the rest of his grades ranged in the As and Es with only a P in DADA. But his sixth year brought about... the triplets. Glenda and Evan had decided for a short while to stop at Bran, but then Glenda started whining that she needs another female touch in the house and "just a girl, Evan, imagine how beautiful she'll be and how loved by her elder brothers" and Evan was instantly won and— Well, imagine Evan's surprise-shock-horror when not one, but three daughters were placed in his arms by a rather rude nurse with just a "You're going to wish you stuck at three. I have twins and they make me feel like a zombie half of the time, but three? Oh man, I feel sorry for you."

And it only took a week for Evan to completely, wholeheartedly agree with the rude nurse, because Elin, Eira and Enya were the fore bringers of the Apocalypse. Bran had been ecstatic at getting not one, but THREE little sisters to fawn over and dress up and play tea time with, Lester had retreated even further into his rebellious, obnoxious kid shell and muttered something about girls and evil and cooties. And Sander... Sander was scared. because out of all his family, he was the only one they all adored and climbed all over and laughed at and actually went to sleep when tucked in by him. And he was a sourpuss, he wasn't supposed to go all teary-eyed when watching the adorable little bundles of joy. Conflict, man, conflict.

To top it all off, when he returned to the castle that year, he was suddenly a young man... and young men had needs. So, for some unimaginable reason his stupid brain had decided to obsess over her—the school princess, the jewel of Slytherin, the popular, rich, beautiful girl. Because, stupid brain. He crushed hard and he crushed awkwardly, but he never actually imagined she'd find out, and even more, actually show an interest. Or so he thought.

After five months of what felt like utter and complete bliss with her, the proverbial sh—crap had hit the fun. Hard. Apparently Mis-Blonde-and-Perfect had only dated him as part of a a very sophisticated prank, where he had been the main character. And soon everyone at Hogwarts knew every little detail of his personal life and everyone relished at the thought of laughing in his face and tormenting him with knowledge about the less than things he had agreed to do because she had asked him to. like cross-dress, because she though it was adorable. And that's one of the more innocent things. And the worst thing was that he had actually loved her. Boo hoo.

Obviously, with his already rather anti-social behavior, after that he turned into the grumpiest, most tense and distrustful teenager ever. And when he returned home for the summer, that year, apparently all Hell had broken loose. The triplets were a typhoon, magically destroying everything around them, Lester had taken to rebelling a every second, running away from home weekly, and being completely frustrated when he realized that he was probably going to be the only non-magical child in the family and Bran was downright evil and malicious making other kids cry left and right, and playing the innocent in front of all authority figures. To make it all worse, their father had lost his job, and finances were at an all-time low. During the summer he had taken to working the kitchens in various shady restaurants and doing all sorts of odd jobs to help his family.

At the end of the summer, however he grudgingly had to return to school for his last year. Which was disastrous from an academical standpoint. What? His heart was broken, it wasn't like his mind was on actual studying... He got over his five NEWTs with unimpressive scores and returned home, where he spent the next year splitting his time between taking care of the triplets and juggling four jobs. Eventually, however he realized he'd have to get to a bigger city, because the jobs were awful and they paid poorly, and he couldn't afford to live with his folks anymore. So he took off for London, leaving his family behind and hoping he'd be able to make enough money to send home and also raise enough that he could return home one day.

Lester had become a true juvenile delinquent and Glenda and Evan had enough on their hands with the triplets and Bran, so, at Sander's proposal they also let him go to the big city.  After finally managing to find an awful one bedroom apartment in Brixton and setting Lester up for a muggle school, he started job hunting. And that had been a terrible affair all in all. The first year in London, he must've went through 30 different jobs, each weirder and less profitable than the other. But by his next year, he had enough to sign himself up for some classes at a Culinary Institute and get a diploma. Lester seemed to flourish in London, still rebellious and rude, but the Art School did him good and his many friends kept his mind off of his... magical shortcomings.

Sometime, during his many job-hunting sessions he had met Leon and since then they have "sort of hung out together"—by which Sander actually means, that Leon is basically his best friend and he loves him and he can't possibly imagine life without him. Isn't that adorable? They sort of ended up doing the same jobs, because really, there's not that many jobs, for completely inexperienced young adults, getting fired from the same jobs (courtesy of Sander's temper of course). Life continued uneventfully, with a road back home very couple of months to get his much needed dose of his youngest sisters, and by 21 he was finally in possession of a Pastry & Baking Arts diploma and ready to jump into the kitchen of a true restaurant.

Unfortunately, the five-star restaurants Sander had his eyes on, were not really hiring without a boatload of experience and a fancy resume. So back to the dregs, he was. Somewhere during that time, he realized he wouldn't be able to keep both himself and his brother afloat and send money to his family, without finding a better paying job. So some of Lester's more, hmmm, delinquent friends had introduced him to some people, that introduced him to some other people and soon enough he was the poster boy for the criminal world lapdog/errand boy.

For about a year now,  thanks to Leon's more profitable job searches, he has been working at a lovely little café as a pâtissier. Alohomocha is as much part of his life as Leon himself, and working alongside his best friend (secretly, best friend, please) has probably made this job the best he's ever had. Even if he'd never admit it. He's settled into his life, to the best he can, but he still hates London with a passion and dreams to return back to Cardiff. He's fearfully waiting for next year, when Bran will be finishing his education and will probably come storming into his and Lester's quiet London life.

Describe your job duties and how you go about them:
Sander is running his own mad scientist laboratory, where, of course is the mad scientist. He's in charge of the dessert kitchen and makes it a thing to point it out like every ten minutes. He is a really gifted pastry chef, and also a very very peculiar one at that. He can only work on his own and if anybody dares to enter his sacred kitchen they will instantly feel his wrath. He also transforms completely while baking. He turns from sour, to serious and concentrated and invests himself 100% in each and every product he makes.

He had very strict rules and guidelines and out of the entirety of Alohomocha, there is probably nothing that is as obsessively organized as his kitchen. He's also very detail-oriented and puts as much emphasis on the aspect as well as the taste. He creates fancy designs with sugar cages and gold leaves and cocoa stenciled prints for even the simplest of desserts. And, precisely because he pours so much of himself into his work, is why he goes berserk if someone makes a comment without being qualified to make one.

While he follows a set menu that all the employees agree upon, there are times when he'll go on the spur of the moment and create something for a special day. there are also a couple of his own creations and own recipes on the menu, but only a fraction of everything he's ever come up with because he's very insecure about them, and they have to follow a rigorous review process that includes Leon, the triplets and Bran.

Elaborate on your expertise in your field:
Besides his own training and research done in the kitchens of Hogwarts, and afterwards, in his own small and cramped kitchen of his apartment in Brixton, he has also finished a baking course at London South Bank University. After that he followed an apprenticeship of three months specialized in magical baking and pastry arts. He is currently honing his resume, while running his own dessert kitchen at Alohomocha.

And while he has the training for the job, it isn't the academical skills that have actually aided him in becoming a really good Pastry Chef. But his attention for detail, his innate sense of mixing ingredients and his artistic skills for the actual plating. It also helps to have three younger sisters and a brother with an abnormal sweet-tooth, and therefore the perfect test subjects... because Sander actually hates sweets and everything sugary. Yes. He does.

Lysander is a very conflicted young man, both on the inside and the outside. He is grumpy, rude and has a short fuse, but actually on the inside, he is just deeply hurt, insecure and just wants to cuddle (but don't do it, really, you'll get a broken nose). He is also a pâtissier (Pastry Chef) that happens to hate sweets. He is surrounded by obnoxiously loud and happy-happy-joy-joy people at his place of work, Alohomocha, that generally make him want to fling a noose around his neck. The obnoxious people are constant in his life, as they are also everywhere in his family: his two younger brothers and three sisters, triplets. Triplets, man, enough said. Also, obnoxious are his "friends" (people-I-tolerate-the-presence-of-because-they're-persistent-little-fu—) and past housemates, Gryffindors. He genuinely hates everything on principle, then gradually starts to tolerate them, for whatever many reasons. He likes comics, baking, creating his own recipes, folk rock and his triplet sisters. Also, seeing other people's suffering and misery, because he wants to fill the world with the blues and he is an awful person.

What previous crimes have they committed? Were they convicted?
Sander isn't ever at the core of things, no Sander is usually just a middle man. If he was working in a company, he'd be the guy that made coffee, delivered correspondence, fixed the xerox machine and generally played lapdog for everyone. He's usually delivering, picking up packages, inspecting areas, gathering information, and doing other menial tasks for people that can't move freely in the world. Al in all, he's really just an accomplice doing the grunt work. He hasn't been caught yet, or convicted, because he's a really small fish, and because he literally holds no sensitive information. He does his job without asking the whys and whos, specifically so he can not be linked with anything truly dangerous. Basically, he's the errand boy of the criminal world.

What crimes might they commit in the future?  Discuss all possible:
He hopes nothing. He's been in the underground only because he couldn't find a day job that could get him the amount of money needed to support himself and also send some home. Which is why he has never gotten too deep into the whole business. He usually sends all the money he makes from Alohomocha home, and struggles to survive with what he makes from his nightly activities. But, now that he's settled enough in his London life, he hopes he'll be able to give it up completely as soon as possible.