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Full Character Name: Aaron Gilroy Doyle
Character Birthday & Age: January 11, 1993 ---- 16 years old
City & Country of Birth: Newbridge, Kildare in Ireland
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Pureblood
House & Year: Sixth year Gryffindor

Wand: 11 1/2 inches, swishy Chestnut with Dragon Heart String

Physical Description:
Relatively attractive in a feminine way, with straight blonde hair and bluish grey eyes.  About five feet seven inches tall, and slim.  Average nose and mouth.

Personality Description:
Tries to remain aloof and cool.  He comes across as slightly mysterious, but, upon getting to know Aaron, he is wry and clever.  Far from bookish, Aaron aspires to be a chaser on the Gryffindor quidditch team by his seventh year.  He's a bit of a slacker when it comes to his school work, but he has a certain knack for charms.  Aaron can be harsh in his opinions, and rarely raises his hand in class, but, among friends, he is usually the center of attention, always coming up with probably ill advised ideas or pranks to pass the time.  He's conspiratorial among friends, and keeps to himself around strangers.  He has a certain disdain for people who talk down to him, but respects good teachers.

History:
Relative of the Canterbury family. (I have not contacted anybody from this pureblood family.)  Raised in a poor home with both parents, and no siblings.  In the small village, nobody was particularly wealthy, but that didn't stop the Doyles from enduring their fair share of ridicule.  The local elementary school children were crass, and Aaron earned the nickname, "Shag," because of his habitually ragged appearance.  The teachers, of course, knew more of manners, and were kind to Aaron, however, he recognized the behavior as pity.  People (students, teachers, or strangers) who saw a boy instead of dirty shoes and addressed him as a relatively intelligent one at that gained Aaron's respect. 

His father, an aspiring author, told Aaron from a young age to give respect to only those who deserve it.  His childhood turned Aaron into somewhat of a harsh judge, though an accurate one.  The way he acted depended entirely upon his audience.  Once upon a path to success, Aaron could forgo it all for the sake of his pride and someone else learning their place if he believed they deserved it.  Despite his poor upbringing, his childhood left him an entitled boy.   

No traumatic experiences or close family deaths, though his grandfather is in St. Mungo's with amnesia.  He visits his grandfather whenever he is able, bringing him newspapers and books to devour.  Aaron has a soft spot for his grandfather, who may be the only person who sees his tender side.  Of course, that doesn't mean he is cruel to everybody else.  However, people don't usually imagine Aaron stroking an old man's hair and reading him the Daily Prophet 

He got his barn owl, Thomson, when he was eleven and received his Hogwarts letter.  Thus far, he has gotten along well at Hogwarts, though his laziness has left him unwilling to pile his schedule.  He passed all of his OWLS with two Outstandings in Charms and Arithmancy.  His aunt on his father's side is a squib, and is welcomed in the family regardless, though his mother feels uncomfortable around her.  Aaron doesn't see a problem with his aunt. 
She's brilliant with the slight downfall that magic escapes her, and a rather successful musician.  Aaron comes from a family of artists.  His niche is dance, though there isn't much time for that at Hogwarts.

Classes:

Core Classes No Charms Defense Against the Dark Arts No No Potions Transfiguration No

Electives No Arithmancy No Divination No

How Do You Fit Into Your House?:
Aaron has the wits of a Ravenclaw, but not the focus or academic ambition.  He is confident in himself and the fact that he is worthy of respect (just like the other students with any moral metal), as well as a bit impulsive and daring.

Writing Sample:
Transfiguration had already begun when Aaron entered the classroom.  The lights had been dulled to near dusk, and the room was filled with the slight musk of twenty rodents and, (he sniffed), candles.  Swaying gently on a perch next to Professor Ramsay's desk was an obsidian raven that appeared to be smoking slightly.  The students turned away from their mice and hamsters to stare at him, but he took no notice, deliberately taking his time to settle at a table in the back row and open his textbook.  Jennifer smiled somewhat bashfully from across the table, and he nodded back.  Professor Ramsay coughed audibly.
"Doyle.  I expect you are late for a *very* good reason."  Aaron met her gaze steadily, noting the way her eyes drooped with exhaustion.  It wasn't fair for her to substitute for the Charms classes and teach all of her own students for so long.  He hadn't seen her at dinner in a week, and when they crossed paths in the hallway, she was always distracted by some teetering pile of parchment or textbooks. 
"I'm sorry, Professor.  I have no excuse."  This was a lie, of course.  Aaron could have come up with ten different alibis to satiate her, but she was too busy to hold detentions anyway, not to mention she deserved some honest respect. 
"Don't let it happen again, Doyle.  Turn to page 257."  He obliged, and the rest of the class went smoothly.  When the students were finally dismissed at the end of the hour, Aaron waited in his seat for Professor Ramsay to notice him. 
"I'm busy, Aaron," she said with agitation.  She waved her wand at a broom behind her desk.  As it swept singed mouse whiskers into the bin, she stopped with her hands on her hips, waiting.  Aaron pushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled winningly.
"What?"  she demanded.
"Professor, I was wondering if you needed any help cleaning up."  Rolling her eyes, she gestured at the broom.
"Feel free.  What do you really want?"
"I want to miss tomorrow's Transfiguration class."  She opened her mouth to respond.  "There's something I'd like to attend.  A representative from the Ministry of Magic is visiting the school tomorrow on a promotive trip for the seventh years, and I thought I'd get an early start and watch his speech."  This wasn't a lie.  There really was a meeting.
Ramsay didn't answer.  Instead, she looked at the door.  Looking around, Aaron saw that the headmaster had entered the room, followed by a pallid and sick looking Professor Fleetfoot.  Her eyes widened.  This wasn't a conversation for which Aaron should be present.
"So, what do you think?" he asked, backing towards the door.
"Yes, fine," muttered Ramsay, then, "come in, Headmaster."
Aaron ducked into the hallway, grinning to himself at his stroke of luck.  He was going to make someone very pleased tomorrow, and it wasn't a Ministry official.

Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Where should I begin?   Aaron Doyle could convince a fourth year that he had seen the Grimm in an ink blot on her homework and laugh as she ran to the Divination tower.  He could just as easily graduate to be the lead benefactor of a charity for sick children.  Nobody knows much about him unless they seek him out as a friend.  Luckily, I know him quite well, and Aaron is either going to end up minister of magic or criminal at large.  Sometimes he could use a bit of self control, but when he isn't procrastinating or putting charms on a seventh year's bed sheets, he has a heart and mind of gold.