Finnegan Connor
“Rebel without a cause”
DoB: 16-08-2011
Age: 14
Height: 165cm
Nationality: English
Residence: Cardiff, Wales.
Blood-status: Muggle-born
Year: 5
Origin: Balanced
Appearance: Slight, lean, and wiry with brown eyes and dark messy hair.
Age: 14
Height: 165cm
Nationality: English
Residence: Cardiff, Wales.
Blood-status: Muggle-born
Year: 5
Origin: Balanced
Appearance: Slight, lean, and wiry with brown eyes and dark messy hair.
Physique
4 / 16
Intelligence
6 / 16
Charisma
13 / 16
4 / 16
Intelligence
6 / 16
Charisma
13 / 16
Spirit
8 / 16
Agility
10 / 16
Sorcery
5 / 16
8 / 16
Agility
10 / 16
Sorcery
5 / 16
Personality: There he stands, narrow in the shoulders with disobedient hair and a face that gives to sudden and reckless grins. He’s quick of hand, quicker still with crude remarks in a husked voice, but quickest with his feet. Restless to the bone, he does not sit long in any place and if he does, it’s half turned so he can be off in a blink, though he does not know where to. The boy the world sees is the boy entire, without pretense, but his unsleeved heart is easily wounded.
Caged inside his ribs is something wild and unrelenting which makes of him a creature always at peril. His spirit bucks against the walls of flesh and bone, his frame too slight a prison for it, and at times the wild thing swipes its claws or bares its teeth through the cracks. The clay of him is yet soft, but the world is a cruel potter. What he is now is not what he will be, and the day comes soon when he will run and find no easy ground beneath his feet.
Caged inside his ribs is something wild and unrelenting which makes of him a creature always at peril. His spirit bucks against the walls of flesh and bone, his frame too slight a prison for it, and at times the wild thing swipes its claws or bares its teeth through the cracks. The clay of him is yet soft, but the world is a cruel potter. What he is now is not what he will be, and the day comes soon when he will run and find no easy ground beneath his feet.
History: Finnegan Connor is born in Cardiff's Butetown neighbourhood to perfectly ordinary parents who earn perfectly ordinary wages doing perfectly ordinary jobs. His mother manages a community centre whilst his father sorts mail at the post office. Together they've enough for food and school and the occasional seaside holiday that never strays far out of Wales.
The trouble with Finnegan is that he is born with bees in his brain. His report cards are littered with helpful observations like "distracted," "fidgety," or, if his teachers are feeling gracious: "lively."
His sister Rose is two years younger and twice as clever. Whilst Finnegan complains about being stuck in boring old Butetown, Rose turns sticks into swords and blankets into haunted houses. She has that particular gift of making something out of nothing, which comes in handy when there isn't much to go around.
Finnegan spends his summers roaming the streets with a football at his feet and mischief on his mind. It is the one thing he excels at, the one thing where his restlessness is help instead of hindrance.
His mother gets him into a local club, and it turns out that all that fidgeting and bouncing and inability to stand still makes him rather good at the game. He moves up through better and better teams, and for the first time his life seems to be headed in a very clear and lucrative direction.
Then, on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, someone from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry knocks on their door and announces that Finnegan is a wizard.
Finnegan thinks it's a prank. His parents think the visitor has gone mad. But Rose, being the clever one, starts piecing things together. "What about that time your crooked teeth straightened themselves overnight?" she says. "Or when you fell out of that tree and didn't break a single bone?"
His father takes some convincing. His mother asks approximately seven thousand questions. But eventually they both come round their astonishment and accept, perhaps begrudgingly in secret, that their son is a wizard.
The trouble with Finnegan is that he is born with bees in his brain. His report cards are littered with helpful observations like "distracted," "fidgety," or, if his teachers are feeling gracious: "lively."
His sister Rose is two years younger and twice as clever. Whilst Finnegan complains about being stuck in boring old Butetown, Rose turns sticks into swords and blankets into haunted houses. She has that particular gift of making something out of nothing, which comes in handy when there isn't much to go around.
Finnegan spends his summers roaming the streets with a football at his feet and mischief on his mind. It is the one thing he excels at, the one thing where his restlessness is help instead of hindrance.
His mother gets him into a local club, and it turns out that all that fidgeting and bouncing and inability to stand still makes him rather good at the game. He moves up through better and better teams, and for the first time his life seems to be headed in a very clear and lucrative direction.
Then, on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, someone from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry knocks on their door and announces that Finnegan is a wizard.
Finnegan thinks it's a prank. His parents think the visitor has gone mad. But Rose, being the clever one, starts piecing things together. "What about that time your crooked teeth straightened themselves overnight?" she says. "Or when you fell out of that tree and didn't break a single bone?"
His father takes some convincing. His mother asks approximately seven thousand questions. But eventually they both come round their astonishment and accept, perhaps begrudgingly in secret, that their son is a wizard.
First instance of Magic: Finnegan's first instance of magic happened quite late, when he had just turned ten and his teeth magically straightened, seemingly overnight.