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Full Character Name: Warren Irving Stuart
Character Birthday & Age: September 3rd, 22
City & Country of Birth: Aroostook County, Maine, USA
Blood Purity: Halfblood
Alma Mater: Home Schooled
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Wand: A ten inch wand, of Cedar, with hair from the mane of a Kelpie in the core (Kelpie brought to Maine lakes by original Anglo-Saxon settlers).

Physical Description: While his father and brothers dwarf W.I. Stuart with their Maine woodsman builds, he is not a particularly small man - he is simply his mother's child. His hairy arms and crooked nose are perhaps the only physical traits he managed to retain from his father. Otherwise, Stuart stands at the unimposing height of 5'8''. his shoulders are neither slight nor wide but somewhere in between, and while his muscles are not overbearing they possess a lean and healthy quality. His face comprises a thin-lipped mouth, which occasionally cracks to reveal a crowded mouth of slightly off-white teeth. Not even his long-time childhood sweetheart could muster the flattery to describe Stuart's eyes as pretty - their brownish gray hue offers nothing but a stoic gleam. His hair sits in a scraggly brown mess atop his head, and among his small hometown community it was noted for never seeming to grow - or change in anyway for that matter. His hands are of moderate sized and deeply calloused, with dirt caked fingernails and scarred palms. His wardrobe is typical of the New England wizarding community - heavy in the flannel and duck boot departments with worn canvas pants, covered in magical tradition by dark brown and green toned cloaks, lined in the winter by beaver fur.

Personality Description: W.I. Stuart is, like his northern compatriots, a stubborn man. Once settled upon a course of action there is little that can shake him, including rational argument. When taken to extremes this particular trait can lead him to take on many objectives and adventures alone - something not uncommon for a wizard growing up in an area with as few people as the northern Maine woods. His mind is no good in a literary sense - books and classrooms humble him - but he has a very keen social intelligence . Warren gets along well with people, and has a particular talent for reading ulterior motives. His most natural habitat is the woods, and his love for all things wild is evidenced by the leaves stuck in his hair and the dirt smeared about his person. While he is no logger like his brothers, he is an extremely proficient tracker and is gifted with a sharp wilderness instinct. He has no capabilities aboard a broomstick whatsoever.

History: W.I. Stuart was born to George and Carla Stuart, in Aroostook County, Maine, USA. George was originally a half-blood wizard, and married Carla, a muggle from Boston, after meeting her on a rare trip down to Massachusetts. Her family has no knowledge of their in-laws propensity for magic, and they assume Carla is married to just another logger of the Maine woods. However, George does not log commercially - instead he and his sons (with the exception of Warren) haul local trees to provide the local wizarding community (spread sporadically throughout the woods in small pockets) with lumber, at a small price. Warren, from his early age, showed no interest in, or physical assets for, taking up the family profession, and instead under the tutelage of his aunt (his father's sister and a local tutor) was taught a moderate amount of transfiguration and charms. However, his true education took place with the  older boys from the surrounding area, whose parents worked as mill-workers, trappers, loggers and traders. Together they would roam the woods, where Warren picked up his knowledge about beasts both magical and normal. From the ages of sixteen to eighteen, after completing his tutoring, Warren balanced his free time in the forest with time spent as a clerk behind the local general store, where he cherished every second of social interaction he managed, something that was hard to come by in his area. At the age of eighteen, following a particularly kind winter, the local salmon population boomed, leading to a dramatic rise in the local population of bears. Muggles didn't live for miles and for that reason had no interest in controlling the out break but the brutish animals wrought havoc on a defenseless magical population. In the following two years' springs and summers, Warren spent no time at the store register, and instead was with an elite group of local witches and wizards particularly familiar with the local forests. Warren's tracking skills quickly earned him the informal position of leader, and together the band known affectionately by the locals as "The Stuart Gang" tracked and killed 41 bears, losing three wizards and a witch along the way. This experience allowed Warren to hone his defensive magic, as bears were not easily subdued, and he quickly gained a name throughout northern New England. After the bear population returned to safe levels throughout the Maine woods, Warren figured his adventure had come to an end. However, he was quickly contacted by a for-hire Werewolf hunting agency centered in New York City, that operated mainly in the upstate New York woods. They commissioned him to hunt two werewolves with two partners , and that chase occupied him until he was twenty, when he cornered and subdued the werewolves outside of Ithaca, NY, on the eve of a full moon. With no further werewolves to be hunted in the Northeast at the time, Warren turned his attention to England, where it was rumored the werewolf population was on the rise. At age twenty one, he secured the blessing of his parents, and bought passage to England through a Boston wizarding travel agency. He is currently living off his werewolf earnings in London...

Describe your job duties and how you go about them: Warren is seeking a position aboard the Werewolf Capture Unit, where he would be tasked with tracking and capturing runaway werewolves in the wild expanses of the United Kingdom.

Elaborate on your expertise in your field: Warren would present himself as someone extremely proficient in tracking and knowledgeable in wilderness survival methods, citing his time spent hunting bears, and later, his successful capture of the Ithaca werewolves at age twenty one. While his charms and transfiguration abilities are average at best, his defensive magic earned him a name throughout New England and eventually took down two full-grown werewolves.

Writing Sample: Warren sat on a comfortably worn stool in the Leaky Cauldron smoking a stubby cigar, a mug of beer sitting peacefully in front of him. He wondered to himself with a smile if this is what English unemployment felt like...Not bad, he thought to himself. Not bad at all. It certainly was nothing like Maine. The pub stank of all sorts of alcoholic concoctions, mixed with the odor the witch sitting to stools to his right. Her pointed hat sagged forward, seemingly defeated, almost like a rumpled old horn, drooping the slightest bit past the brim itself into her field of vision. Warren would think her dead if she didn't, in the slowest of motions, bring a glass of firewhiskey to her whiskered lips and sip slowly, as though the beverage was her very sustenance. He turned back to his own beer and allowed himself to slip a little into reflective thought. The aging wooden surroundings of the bar, unpolished and knotted, faded a little bit as he contemplated his next move. He could only rent his shabby room in Diagon Alley for so much longer before a combination of debt and boredom did him in. He would have to - his thoughts were interrupted as a heavy hand clapped him on the back. It was a drunk, who he had never met before. "Steven!" bellowed the heavy set man in a thick Irish accent. "Steven! It is me. It's me. Jameson - J-Jamie. Your friend! It's been so long and yet so...so short." His eyes twinkled  merrily behind a big, red beard. His robe reeked of an unidentifiable lager. So bored was Warren that he made no effort to protest. Without making eye contact he mumbled, "Yes, Jamie. How are things...these days?" He ended on a timid note, not sure where to go from there .To his luck, the newly introduced Jamie reacted with another clap on the back and an even wider, stupider grin. "I am so good. So - " he interrupted himself with a heroic swig from Warren's own beer "so GOOD," he  finished. Stung by what he figured amounted to no more than theft, Warren turned to the drunk and said pleasantly "Jamie, you wouldn't by chance have my money, would you?". The Drunk's face sank in an almost heartbreaking way and he dug two burly hands into a series of pockets before producing a series of dirty coins, which spilled out of his hands onto the bar top. Warren collected them smartly, left his beer, and with a short smile, strode past Jameson, who was now only mumbling to himself quietly about how he shouldn't have let her go, after all...

Sum up your character in one paragraph: Warren Stuart has just arrived in London from Boston Harbor as a Werewolf tracker seeking work. Born to a muggle mother and a wizard father in the Maine woods, and home schooled, this short, lean-muscled wizard is no star in the more academic of magical pursuits  - a product of his humble upbringing and lineage. However, his propensity for defensive magic earned him a reputation back home and he seeks to do the same in the bustling metropolis of London, a world he finds both alien and wonderfully promising.