TO TOP

MOD CP

ADMIN CP

INDEX
WR
G456 H111 R156 S221
20th APR
House Points have been updated!
14th APR
The second Quidditch match of the season has began!
12th APR
House Points have been updated!
8th APR
New Easter Egg Hunt event brought to you by our Prefects!
5th APR
House Points have been updated!
1st APR
New MWMs and CDCs have been posted!
1st APR
March OTMs have been announced!
30th MAR
House Points have been updated!
25th MAR
OTM voting is now OPEN!
24th MAR
The first Quidditch match of the season has started!
23rd MAR
House Points have been updated!
18th MAR
Ranking has Re-Opened.
17th MAR
Sign-Ups for the Quidditch Quarterly and Commentators have opened.
17th MAR
OTM nominations are OPEN!
17th MAR
Quidditch Teams have been announced!
16th MAR
House Points have been updated!
8th MAR
House Points have been updated!
2nd MAR
Sign ups for Quidditch 2k18 Spring Season are now OPEN!
 
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll

 Shion Suzuki
Shion Suzuki
My whole life, I've felt like a burden.
Ravenclaw Novice
Status Offline
Account
Post Count 305
Member ID. 2809
Send PM Click Here
Ravenclaw
Age 16
Year Sixth Year
Clash Neutral
StatusHalfblood
Height 5'5”
Yurio
PronounsThey/Them
Joined2-December 17
ReputationRep: 8 pts
Awards: 52

Dec 3 2017, 08:44 AM   Link Quote
Name: Suzuki Shion
Age: Sixteen
Year: Sixth Year
Bloodline: Mixed Blood - Pureblood Mother, Mixedblood Father.
Do you have more than one character? If yes, did you get permission to make this one, and from which admin?: First Account
Appearance: (Optional - leave blank if not filled in)
Personality: Shion is akin to a quiet soul; he'll only really speak when spoken to. He won't raise his hand in class, and is the suffer-in-silence type. Such as, in first year, if he needed the bathroom, he would hold it for the hour-long class rather than ask to go to the toilet. He isn't particularly shy, but he feels as though if he doesn't have anything interesting or contributing to say, he just won't say anything at all; the only exception would be holding a conversation with somebody he actively likes. Though, just because he’s quiet, doesn’t mean he’s rude or standoffish. If someone speaks to him, he’ll back-channel, and support their conversation with nods and smiles in all the right places, because he doesn’t want people to avoid him or be uncomfortable. And even then, he’s not always silent. Shion’s like the standard human as if he finds something funny, expect to hear the sound of laughter escape from his lips, usually accompanied with a hand hiding his smile. But because he’s so quiet, you may think he’s a good listener… which is not true. When he went to school when he was younger, teachers often referred to him as, ‘ditzy’, and he was a boy who had ‘his head in the clouds’. Shion would zone out during class, and instead play a game of noughts and crosses with himself on the corner of the paper, or just pretend to the play the piano with his fingers; he wouldn’t disturb or disrupt his classmates, despite this. Still, said teachers called him shy, or even socially awkward, though as he grew older, he found the words peaceful and candid more in tune with the way he felt most comfortable in describing himself. He’s not a particularly universally hard worker, as he’ll only ever try hard in subjects he has major interests in, whether that’s a muggle subject or a magical one; he likes playing the piano, but also likes his Flying lessons and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but he does suffer horrifically at Transfiguration (he can’t focus on one thing for long enough). That being said, he’s always willing to help anybody who asks for it, if it’s in schoolwork or something manual, especially his friends, though they probably shouldn’t take his advice when it comes down to the aforementioned magical subject.
He can be rather cocky and sarcastic as well, whenever he does find it advantageous to share his mind, and these words are usually sharp and always partnered with a cheeky smirk, his eyebrows raised and you may sometimes believe that the train of thought going through his head is, “I know something that you don’t.” Shion is rather talented at winding people up, and making them irritated or feeling anger, but he feigns and pretends that he has no idea how he does this. Sometimes, his silence contributes towards this, and he’s been prone to pulling faces at people behind teachers’ backs. Even then, this isn’t rudest – he’ll play it off as teasing, or rather, just his attempt at making friends or holding a conversation. Though, the main reason that sometimes Shion can be too quiet is due to the fact he overthinks, especially about himself and how others perceive him. While this may be rare, on the occasion he’ll get the thought that he doesn’t really belong, that he doesn’t quite fit in the mould he was placed in. Still, he has been dealing with this for a while, and that’s why he doesn’t dwell on it too much, and only really does things that make him feel comfortable, and that don't provoke this train of thought.
Character Background: Born to a Japanese-couple who had migrated from a small village in Hokkaido, Japan, Shion spent most of his life in a small but rather homely house in the suburbs of London, where his mother would go to work in the International Relations Department at the Ministry of Magic, and his father was a home music teacher – which was where Shion picked up on the trade. While his mother was a Pureblood and his father a Halfblood, they didn’t drown the home in magic, but rather it would be used to sort out little things, such as fixing a broken window or stopping that blasted panel in the flooring squeaking every time somebody moved. The situation surrounding the beginning of his life, however, was rather unfortunate, as his mother had been disowned by the family by falling in love with somebody with ‘dirty blood’, or blood that just wasn’t pure. After finding out that their daughter was not only in love with a halfblood but also pregnant with his child out of wedlock, his mother was cast out from her grand home by her own parents, and instead decided to go to his father’s, where his family didn’t exactly welcome her with open arms. Both of his parents expelled from their magic schools, they themselves didn’t have much money, considering they survived off of what they could farm, and couldn’t afford another two mouths to feed. So, with the influence of his mother’s family name in the magical community of Japan, and his father’s determination to take on every job he could, they made the travel from Hokkaido, to London, cutting ties to both of their families, and starting afresh; four months later, Shion was born.
He was a little small at birth, compared to what should have been the average size for a baby born three days late, but even as a child, he was quiet. So quiet, in fact, that the nurses present at his birth initially thought that he wasn’t breathing, only to be greeted with big, blinking eyes, and a tiny chest taking deep breaths.
Shion had a rather normal childhood, sitting next to his father as he played the piano, and listening to his mother read a chapter of her favourite novel at the time to him, all the while trying his best to be as kind and gentle as he could; advice from his parents. After they had been through so much hardship, they taught Shion to be careful with his words, and to only say things he meant, because if he had nothing kind or positive to say, he was best off not saying anything at all. This mentality stuck with Shion, and is still present with him to this day.
Shion actually went to the local primary school in his borough, rather than being tutored at home by his parents. He was a soft child, always a little too sensitive to people’s words to him, and often being a little to idealistic and naïve, but he wasn’t a shy child. He would sometimes just sit by himself in the corner, playing on his own, but that was just the way he liked it; that way, he knew nobody’s words could hurt him, and that he wouldn’t end up hurting anybody else. His favourite game, however, actually contained a little bit of magic. It was his party trick, so to speak, even when he was in his last year of Junior school; it seemed he was very good at pulling hard-boiled sweets from behind people’s ears, even when there was clearly nothing in his hands, and nothing up his sleeves.

The Sorting Hat is placed on your head. What are you thinking at that moment?: He was a little nervous, unsure of what to do with his hands, so he just held his breath the entire time, hoping that this - rather heavy - hat would make it's decision rather quickly. Not that he wanted to rush the hat, either, but he could only hold his breath for so long.
Special Request (available at Novice**): Undecided.

OOC Name: Yurio
Your Pronouns: They
How did you find out about Wizarding Realm?: Tumblr

--------------------
(ง •̀_•́)ง
user posted imageuser posted image



SLYTHERCLAW !

S E E K E R
13 KOHAKU
Shion Suzuki
My whole life, I've felt like a burden.
Ravenclaw Novice
Status Offline
Account
Post Count 305
Member ID. 2809
Send PM Click Here
Ravenclaw
Age 16
Year Sixth Year
Clash Neutral
StatusHalfblood
Height 5'5”
Yurio
PronounsThey/Them
Joined2-December 17
ReputationRep: 8 pts
Awards: 52

Dec 3 2017, 07:31 PM   Link Quote
FIRST REVISION

Full Name: Shion Suzuki.
Age: Sixteen.
Year: Sixth Year.
Bloodline: Mixedblood: son of a Pureblood and a Halfblood.

Appearance:
Shion Suzuki is known for his large, doe-like eyes. They're sometimes a little spacey, due to how many times during the day he's not entirely present, but rather up there in the clouds, or downcast and half-lidded as he's lost in a train of thought. Coloured a rich, chocolate brown, they're framed by dark eyelashes and straight, significantly lighter-in-colour eyebrows that are a little sparser in terms of thickness and usually flexed and relaxed. His facial features have little sign of any wrinkles or imprinted lines, usually due to how neutral his expression remains. The only exception would when he smiles or laughs. Only then does he get tiny creases on the outer corners of his eyes - which half-close due to the force of just how much he smiles - and the slightest crinkle in his nose. When this happens, his cheeks tend to look larger, almost like a chipmunk's. He doesn't really have any visible cheekbones, with only soft, full cheeks in place, though sometimes, if you look at just the right moment, it'll be because they're filled with squirty cream. Don't tell.

His hair is thick, quite surprisingly so, but it means he always has to get it cut, or he at the very least pins his bangs back and off his forehead when he sleeps. Shion thinks it sometimes looks like a toilet brush if he hasn't brushed it that day. Sometimes it sticks up so much, it adds to his height. And he already stands at an average five foot and eight inches, with a lithe frame; you can wrap your fingers around his wrist easily, which is rather shocking due to how many sweets he devours, though he does hold the slightest inch of fat on his hips. Shion has small hands too, which doesn't really help to play the piano, considering he can't always press the keys quick enough. However, due to the number of years sitting on a piano, he has a pretty good posture, with his back straight and a dip in his lower back. But there's one thing about his appearance that Shion doesn't commonly share, and that's the three large scars that stretch from just underneath his right ribs to his left hip, the lowest one just brushing his upper thigh.

Because of this, he never really takes off his shirt in front of people. In fact, Shion typically wears skinny jeans (though in a size too big so they're slightly too baggy), and usually in a dark colour; he finds that light colours don't really suit him, so you'll find his wardrobe being rather crepuscular. Accompanying this attire would be a larger shirt, and a hoodie draped over his shoulders - or wrapped around his waist if it's a hot day. Regardless, the sleeves will always be pushed up to his elbows, and rubber wristbands in a variety of colours on his wrists; a method he uses to stop himself scratching his arms.

Personality:
Shion is akin to a quiet soul; he'll only really speak when spoken to. He won't raise his hand in class, and is the suffer-in-silence type. Such as, in first year, if he needed the bathroom, he would hold it for the hour-long class rather than ask to go to the toilet. He isn't particularly shy, but he feels as though if he doesn't have anything interesting or contributing to say, he just won't say anything at all; the only exception would be holding a conversation with somebody he actively likes. Though, just because he’s quiet, doesn’t mean he’s rude or standoffish. If someone speaks to him, he’ll back-channel, and support their conversation with nods and smiles in all the right places, because he doesn’t want people to avoid him or be uncomfortable. And even then, he’s not always silent. Shion’s like the standard human as if he finds something funny, expect to hear the sound of laughter escape from his lips, usually accompanied by a hand hiding his smile. But because he’s so quiet, you may think he’s a good listener… which is not true. When he went to school when he was younger, teachers often referred to him as, ‘ditzy’, and he was a boy who had ‘his head in the clouds’. Shion would zone out during class, and instead play a game of noughts and crosses with himself on the corner of the paper, or just pretend to the play the piano with his fingers; he wouldn’t disturb or disrupt his classmates, despite this. Still, said teachers called him shy, or even socially awkward, though as he grew older, he found the words peaceful and candid more in tune with the way he felt most comfortable in describing himself.

He’s not a particularly universally hard worker, as he’ll only ever try hard in subjects he has major interests in, whether that’s a muggle subject or a magical one; he likes playing the piano but also likes his Flying lessons and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but he does suffer horrifically at Transfiguration (he can’t focus on one thing for long enough). That being said, he’s always willing to help anybody who asks for it, if it’s in schoolwork or something manual, especially his friends, though they probably shouldn’t take his advice when it comes down to the aforementioned magical subject.

He can be rather cocky and sarcastic as well, whenever he does find it advantageous to share his mind, and these words are usually sharp and always partnered with a cheeky smirk, his eyebrows raised and you may sometimes believe that the train of thought going through his head is, “I know something that you don’t.” Shion is rather talented at winding people up, and making them irritated or feeling anger, but he feigns and pretends that he has no idea how he does this. Sometimes, his silence contributes towards this, and he’s been prone to pulling faces at people behind teachers’ backs. Even then, this isn’t rudest – he’ll play it off as teasing, or rather, just his attempt at making friends or holding a conversation. Though, the main reason that sometimes Shion can be too quiet is due to the fact he overthinks, especially about himself and how others perceive him. While this may be rare, on the occasion he’ll get the thought that he doesn’t really belong, that he doesn’t quite fit in the mould he was placed in. Still, he has been dealing with this for a while, and that’s why he doesn’t dwell on it too much, and only really does things that make him feel comfortable, and that don't provoke this train of thought.

Character History:
Born to a Japanese-couple who had migrated from a small village in Hokkaido, Japan, Shion spent most of his life in a small but rather homely house in the suburbs of London, where his mother would go to work in the International Relations Department at the Ministry of Magic, and his father was a home music teacher – which was where Shion picked up on the trade. While his mother was a Pureblood and his father a Halfblood, they didn’t drown the home in magic, but rather it would be used to sort out little things, such as fixing a broken window or stopping that blasted panel in the flooring squeaking every time somebody moved. The situation surrounding the beginning of his life, however, was rather unfortunate, as his mother had been disowned by the family by falling in love with somebody with ‘dirty blood’, or blood that just wasn’t pure. After finding out that their daughter was not only in love with a halfblood but also pregnant with his child out of wedlock, his mother was cast out from her grand home by her own parents, and instead decided to go to his father’s, where his family didn’t exactly welcome her with open arms. Both of his parents expelled from their magic schools, they themselves didn’t have much money, considering they survived off of what they could farm, and couldn’t afford another two mouths to feed. So, with the influence of his mother’s family name in the magical community of Japan, and his father’s determination to take on every job he could, they made the travel from Hokkaido, to London, cutting ties to both of their families, and starting afresh; four months later, Shion was born.

He was a little small at birth, compared to what should have been the average size for a baby born three days late, but even as a child, he was quiet. So quiet, in fact, that the nurses present at his birth initially thought that he wasn’t breathing, only to be greeted with big, blinking eyes, and a tiny chest taking deep breaths.

Shion had a rather normal childhood, sitting next to his father as he played the piano, and listening to his mother read a chapter of her favourite novel at the time to him, all the while trying his best to be as kind and gentle as he could; advice from his parents. After they had been through so much hardship, they taught Shion to be careful with his words, and to only say things he meant, because if he had nothing kind or positive to say, he was best off not saying anything at all. This mentality stuck with Shion, and is still present with him to this day.

Shion actually went to the local primary school in his borough, rather than being tutored at home by his parents. He was a soft child, always a little too sensitive to people’s words to him, and often being a little to idealistic and naïve, but he wasn’t a shy child. He would sometimes just sit by himself in the corner, playing on his own, but that was just the way he liked it; that way, he knew nobody’s words could hurt him, and that he wouldn’t end up hurting anybody else. His favourite game, however, actually contained a little bit of magic. It was his party trick, so to speak, even when he was in his last year of Junior school; it seemed he was very good at pulling hard-boiled sweets from behind people’s ears, even when there was clearly nothing in his hands, and nothing up his sleeves.

--------------------
(ง •̀_•́)ง
user posted imageuser posted image



SLYTHERCLAW !

S E E K E R
13 KOHAKU
Shion Suzuki
My whole life, I've felt like a burden.
Ravenclaw Novice
Status Offline
Account
Post Count 305
Member ID. 2809
Send PM Click Here
Ravenclaw
Age 16
Year Sixth Year
Clash Neutral
StatusHalfblood
Height 5'5”
Yurio
PronounsThey/Them
Joined2-December 17
ReputationRep: 8 pts
Awards: 52

Dec 12 2017, 08:39 AM   Link Quote
SECOND REVISION

Full Name: Shion Suzuki.
Age: Sixteen.
Year: Sixth Year.
Bloodline: Mixedblood: son of a Pureblood and a Halfblood.

Appearance:
Shion Suzuki is known for his large, doe-like eyes. They're sometimes a little spacey, due to how many times during the day he's not entirely present, but rather up there in the clouds, or downcast and half-lidded as he's lost in a train of thought. Coloured a rich, chocolate brown, they're framed by dark eyelashes and straight, significantly lighter-in-colour eyebrows that are a little sparser in terms of thickness and usually flexed and relaxed. His facial features have little sign of any wrinkles or imprinted lines, usually due to how neutral his expression remains, even his scowl is more of a disappointed look. The only exception would when he smiles or laughs. Only then does he get tiny creases on the outer corners of his eyes - which half-close due to the force of just how much he smiles - and the slightest crinkle in his nose. His smile is bright too, with peach-coloured lips typically pressed together and his cupid's bow well defined and dipped. When this happens, his cheeks tend to look larger, almost like a chipmunk's. He doesn't really have any visible cheekbones, with only soft, full cheeks in place, though sometimes, if you look at just the right moment, it'll be because they're filled with squirty cream. Don't tell.

His hair is thick, quite surprisingly so, but it means he always has to get it cut, or he at the very least pins his bangs back and off his forehead when he sleeps. Shion thinks it sometimes looks like a toilet brush if he hasn't brushed it that day. Sometimes it sticks up so much, it adds to his height. And he already stands at an average five foot and eight inches, with a lithe frame; you can wrap your fingers around his wrist easily, which is rather shocking due to how many sweets he devours, though he does hold the slightest inch of fat on his hips - his mother would occasionally squeeze it as a child to cause him to dissolve into giggles. Shion has small hands too, which doesn't really help to play the piano, considering he can't always press the keys quick enough. However, due to the number of years sitting on a piano, he has a pretty good posture, with his back straight and a dip in his lower back. But there's one thing about his appearance that Shion doesn't commonly share, and that's the three large scars that stretch from just underneath his right ribs to his left hip, the lowest one just brushing his upper thigh. He'd try and keep the one on his left eyebrow a secret too, except he couldn't really hide that one as well.

Because of this, he never really takes off his shirt in front of people. In fact, Shion typically wears skinny jeans (though in a size too big so they're slightly too baggy), and usually in a dark colour; he finds that light colours don't really suit him, so you'll find his wardrobe being rather crepuscular - hints of grey and dark purple. Accompanying this attire would be a larger shirt, and a hoodie draped over his shoulders - or wrapped around his waist if it's a hot day. Regardless, the sleeves will always be pushed up to his elbows, and rubber wristbands in a variety of colours on his wrists; a method he uses to stop himself scratching his arms and leaving them cut up like red, satin ribbons. Finally, his outfit will always be topped off with a singular, lilac aster flower in his hair, tucked behind his ear. They're his favourite flowers, and you'll seldom find him without them incorprated somehow onto his person, whether it's one on display or tucked inside the dulling, silver case his mother gave him, with dried, lilac petals coating the inside.

Personality:
Shion is akin to a quiet soul; he'll only really speak when spoken to. He won't raise his hand in class, and is the suffer-in-silence type. Such as, in first year, if he needed the bathroom, he would hold it for the hour-long class rather than ask to go to the toilet. He isn't particularly shy, but he feels as though if he doesn't have anything interesting or contributing to say, he just won't say anything at all; the only exception would be holding a conversation with somebody he actively likes. Though, just because he’s quiet, doesn’t mean he’s rude or standoffish. If someone speaks to him, he’ll back-channel, and support their conversation with nods and smiles in all the right places, because he doesn’t want people to avoid him or be uncomfortable. And even then, he’s not always silent. Shion’s like the standard human as if he finds something funny, expect to hear the sound of laughter escape from his lips, usually accompanied by a hand hiding his smile. But because he’s so quiet, you may think he’s a good listener… which is not true. When he went to school when he was younger, teachers often referred to him as, ‘ditzy’, and he was a boy who had ‘his head in the clouds’. Shion would zone out during class, and instead play a game of noughts and crosses with himself on the corner of the paper, or just pretend to the play the piano with his fingers; he wouldn’t disturb or disrupt his classmates, despite this. Still, said teachers called him shy, or even socially awkward, though as he grew older, he found the words peaceful and candid more in tune with the way he felt most comfortable in describing himself.

He’s not a particularly universally hard worker, as he’ll only ever try hard in subjects he has major interests in, whether that’s a muggle subject or a magical one; he likes playing the piano but also likes his Flying lessons and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but he does suffer horrifically at Transfiguration (he can’t focus on one thing for long enough). That being said, he’s always willing to help anybody who asks for it, if it’s in schoolwork or something manual, especially his friends, though they probably shouldn’t take his advice when it comes down to the aforementioned magical subject.

He can be rather cocky and sarcastic as well, whenever he does find it advantageous to share his mind, and these words are usually sharp and always partnered with a cheeky smirk, his eyebrows raised and you may sometimes believe that the train of thought going through his head is, “I know something that you don’t.” Shion is rather talented at winding people up, and making them irritated or feeling anger, but he feigns and pretends that he has no idea how he does this. Sometimes, his silence contributes towards this, and he’s been prone to pulling faces at people behind teachers’ backs. Even then, this isn’t rudest – he’ll play it off as teasing, or rather, just his attempt at making friends or holding a conversation. Though, the main reason that sometimes Shion can be too quiet is due to the fact he overthinks, especially about himself and how others perceive him. While this may be rare, on the occasion he’ll get the thought that he doesn’t really belong, that he doesn’t quite fit in the mould he was placed in. Still, he has been dealing with this for a while, and that’s why he doesn’t dwell on it too much, and only really does things that make him feel comfortable, and that doesn't provoke this train of thought.

If you were to ask Shion what he thought of happiness, he would tell you it was like the sun after the stormiest of days. It was warm on your skin and you felt like you could finally breathe after spending days and weeks trapped in a hole under the ground, fingertips so close to pushing out of the soil but not close enough. He calls these days his Dark Days, when he can't move from being wrapped up in his sheets, with a pressing weight on his chest that nearly suffocates him and all manner of negative thoughts swirling around his head. Few people can bring him out of this mood, as spending six years with chronic depression has meant he knows how to deal with himself. Besides, he wouldn't want to burden himself on anybody anyway.

Character History:
Shion would commonly ask his mother about their heritage; about why her surname was different from his father's and his own, and when his friends would talk about their grandparents, he couldn't relate to them. So Hana decided to tell her child about her family. The Kuroki Clan: a historically Pureblood family that's existence dated almost as far back as Nara and Heian periods. They believed that they held the cleanest and purest of magical blood, and it was because of this belief that they dominated a substantial area within the Hokkaido prefecture, back when it was known as Ezo.

She started by telling Shion about his great grand-father, Shoji Kuroki, describing him as cruel and a brute of a man, who still surprisingly would hold that air of snobbery around him. He would often show off how pure his blood was, and how pure his children's would be since he had married into another supposedly Pureblood family, with his wife having the name Himari Hanaki. Himari herself was not a pleasant woman, deciding that the only way she would ever hold any power amongst her family would be to marry into the main branch of the clan, rather than keep her father's name. However, since somebody else had turned her down, Shoji Kuroki was her only option. To them both, this was an advantageous marriage, that held no love for either party, and that was how they raised their family. Hana made sure to mention that Shoji was actually the second son of his parents, which meant he would only ever have influence over one of the side branches of the Kuroki clan, as his brother Ichigo was the heir. While she had never met her great-uncle, she had heard from family friends that he was too gentle to be part of the Kuroki family tree and that it would ruin him; Hana would squeeze Shion's cheeks and comment that she supposed his smile came from him. Unfortunately for Ichigo, though, a mere year after Shoji and Himari married, he was suspiciously murdered in the bathtub in the family home, though the blame was swiftly cast away from the family; how could a family so perfect kill the heir to their fortune? Surely, it was just coincidence that Shoji was now first in line as heir and that he and his wife would be leaders of the clan before long. And it must have been pure luck on their part that whenever somebody would confront them about Ichigo, that person would suddenly disappear, along with their family. Hana stressed greatly to Shion that this cruelty was a trait that would appear to become common when reciting their family history.

Shoji and Himari gave birth to two children; their eldest was a beautiful girl named Sakura, and their youngest child was the spitting image of his father, Reo, somebody who would become very important in the story. However, neither of the children were treated with love growing up, considering their parents were heartless monsters who seemed to only poison everything they touched. They were conditioned to be just as cold; while Sakura was a troublesome child who didn't care for what her parents wanted, Reo was obedient, only because he knew since his sister was female, he would be the one carrying on the Kuroki name, which was upsold like it was some ethereal gift to be a member of the main branch. Sakura didn't think as much, refusing to marry the fiancé that had been betrothed to her since birth. However, Reo did believe that the Kuroki name was a gift, and did whatever he could to benefit the family in his eyes, with Shoji even going as far as to personally tutor the boy until he was essentially a mirror image - uncontrollable temper and all. As soon as he turned eighteen, he was married to Tomiko Yamamoto, the second family they had a centuries-long relationship with. While his own marriage was set to very similar to Shoji and Himari's, he actually did grow fond for Tomiko, and decided to earn her affection while they married; Tomiko was a gentle, soft woman, who barely spoke, other than to soothe her husband's horrific temper, and to take care of her children. As a healer, she had a knack for those sort of things.

Hana herself was their first child; born with their thick, almost black hair and small eyes, she was expected to be groomed to be the perfect wife for a Yuri Aikido. This would be the first marriage outside of the usual families that these sort of arranges had been made with, mind, and so they were forced together ever since Hana would walk and talk without the assistance of holding onto her mother's skirts. Yuri was a boisterous and rather controlling boy once she started to attend Mahoutokoro with him at age seven, often seen puffing his chest out and telling Hana that she had to do certain things because she was going to be his wife. Hana, on the other hand, did not take to this very well, and would often engage in sabotage - when she reached the age of eleven years old and started boarding at Mahoutokoro, she had decided she would not be marrying him, with her exact words to her younger sister Mei, "not in a billion years!" But it was on her first-day boarding that she met Eichii Suzuki.

The Suzuki family was not as elaborately fortunate as the Kuroki clan, as while they did have a long history, it was not spent in an exquisite family home ruling over rice kingdoms, but rather working in said rice kingdoms. They were hard workers, trying their best to provide for their typically large families until they had hunches in their backs and frown lines prominent on their skin. They were known for their trademark looks that seemed almost ingrained in their heritage; dark skin, almost like it had been kissed by the sun for hours, frames built to be strong rather than to sit around drinking tea all day, and wide grins that would be accompanied by teasing bouts of laughter as the youngest brother in the family would end up doing something embarrassing; they were a traditional family, who valued home comforts and pleasure over something as feeble as 'keeping their blood pure', with their heritage steming from both China and Japan. While they weren't known that well in the magical community of Japan, they were known well in their village, as Asahi and Haruka Suzuki were two kind souls who had little money to their name but were still generous and caring. They were the neighbours you would always borrow sugar or milk from, and they would never expect to see it back, only hoping that one day they would return the kindness. But they raised their children with softer values, merely to take care of people, no matter who they were. For this, however, they were labelled blood traitors, as while they were both of magical origins, they decided to actively work with muggles rather than just tolerate them, like the majority of their village did.

Eichii Suzuki was the third child of four, though he regrettably became the oldest son after his twin brother Daichi, who suffered from what would later be diagnosed as common variable immunodeficiency disease, passed away due to dragon pox just before he started Mahoutoko. While his older sister Midori attended, Eichii was still visibly upset that his brother could not attend with him, and so didn't really pay attention for the first four years, before he could board, and his robes never changed from the light pink shade. By the time he actually picked himself up and pulled himself from his grieving, the youngest of the Suzuki family, Riku, was just about to start his first year, and Eichii decided he needed to look after his sibling just like Midori took care of him. Therefore, it had been several years before Eichii fully noticed Hana Kuroki's growing interest in him as a person. He didn't see what was so fascinating himself, and he didn't particularly like her; she was rude. She mentioned the fact he was a blood traitor a lot, which would fry his nerves, making his nose wrinkle in distaste and he would ask her politely to leave him alone. But Hana did the very opposite; she stuck to him like glue. See, what she liked about him was that he was different from everybody she ever knew; he was a little callous and clumsy, with rough hands and was a country boy, through and through. He was unaccustomed to how to be as graceful or how to speak formally, which was a welcome break from the people she grew up with. It was only after Eichii learnt about this that he finally made room for her in his life, and found she was filling a hole that had been hurting since Daichi had passed away.

Eichii and Hana started dating secretly in their sixth year, having to hide from Yuri and Mei when they would come looking for her, and it was only Riku who knew about their relationship - he did have an affinity for finding his brother at the worst of times. But even he knew that Hana was playing a dangerous game, especially since the Kuroki family was known for its cruelty, though nobody dared to say that to their faces, lest they end up disappearing; not many wanted history to repeat itself. It was just after graduation, however, that they couldn't keep it a secret for much longer.

Hana became pregnant, something her healer mother could identify immediately as soon as she found out herself, quickly becoming distressed because not only was her eldest daughter pregnant at such a young age, and not even married... she had the thought that maybe it wasn't her betrothed's child either. This is the event that caused the rift between Hana and her family; there was an all-out argument, with Eichii and his parents present and having to witness Reo's pure, unadulterated anger towards her for betraying both her own family and the Aikido's, having unapproved relations with a blood traitor, of all people. Her father gave her two options; get rid of the child and the Suzuki boy, or pass off the baby as Yuri's. But at this point, Hana was in love with Eichii, and decided she would rather not live without him and their baby. So, despite Tomiko's protests, Hana was disowned, and cast out from the family home, standing at two months pregnant. Eichii and Hana thought they would be ok - they still had the Suzuki's home, right? But begrudgingly, they gave an ultimatum as well; they couldn't take the baby. They struggled for money as it was, and to take care of two extra mouths was just not possible for either of them... the couple had until the birth of the baby to sort out what they would be doing.

They were running out of options, and fast. Neither of them wanted to give up the little life they had created, something that hadn't been forced on either of them through a blood birthright, and it was a person. A little person who would depend on them both, and they felt a responsibility to raise it, not just hand the baby over to a stranger to take care of. Obviously, they couldn't stay in Japan - Hana found it unlikely her father would give up on his plan so easily - so, after several weeks of consideration, phone calls and owls, as well as compiling all their savings, they decided to migrate to England.

Hackney, London, was by no means luxurious. At least, their tiny flat above the local off-licence wasn't spacious in any way, shape or form, but they had picked it themselves with the limited options they had and had sorted it all out on their own. It was a simple two-bedroom flat, though the second bedroom was more like a glorified storage cupboard; they made it work. They decorated it with pictures of owls and words in their native tongue, a mobile with figurines of some of the most friendly of magical creatures, and a plush toy that Hana herself had looked after when she was a child. Eichii worked hard, tutoring muggle kids in the piano and in maths while Hana applied for jobs at the Ministry of Magic. It was three months later that Hana went into labour, and gave birth to a healthy baby boy.

Suzuki Shion was born at eight in the evening, with a head of thick dark hair and eyes as big as plates, blinking straight at the midwife; he was so quiet even in birth, they initially thought he wasn't breathing. It was a few seconds later that he started to mew rather than really bawl, his cheeks full as his nose screwed up, colouring a soft red that symbolised a new life. It was only when he was placed into the arms of his mother, beautiful mother with her hair sticking to her forehead and looking up at his father with such exhaustion in her expression but happiness in her eyes that he quietened, smacking his lips together and just staring at the too bright world around him. Calm and quiet, even as a baby. Even as such a small creature that usually demanded what they wanted with loud shrieks and clenched fists, he just a babbler. Babbling and making such a noise almost as if he was trying to mimic the way his father's piano would sound, his hands hitting the keys in sporadic notes, or the rhythm of his mother's voice when she would read to him every night.

It was when he was starting to talk - pointing to objects and spitting out soft consonants and vowels that sounded similar to what he was gesturing to - that they finally have enough money to move out of their dingy flat to have a house. Granted, another rather small residence, but at least Shion would have a garden to play in. Eichii spent his time tending to the garden in his spare time, turning slabs of patio and concrete into metres of tall, green grass that brushed Shion's waist, and beautiful aster tataricus' lined across the outside - Shions. His namesake that he grew up surrounded by and caring for, with his mother threading the stems into his thick hair. And when he wasn't looking after the flowers in the garden - or chasing their poor cat in a bid to get cuddles - he would be sat next to his father, looking with big, chocolate button eyes as everytime Eichii would press a white rectangle, music would come out. This was where he learnt his passion; hours spent with his father between his tutoring learning how to play scales, and it soon became a task to get Shion to stop rather than to start. Hana would come back from her job working as a translator at the Ministry of Magic with a tired expression that would light up at the sight of the love of her life and her dearest child playing a duet together, albeit a little rough around the edges. This was when his accidental magic would start popping up too, though it was quickly overlooked; after all, couldn't all three-year-olds play the piano with only brushing their fingers against the keys, or did they have to press down as well?

As they lived in Hackeny in London, passing themselves off as muggles to their neighbours and people they would meet in the corner shop, despite them both being magic, they enrolled Shion in a primary school. After warning him that it was a secret when mummy cleaned the dishes with a wave of her wand, and when daddy would organise all his sheet music with a similar motion, the little wizard-to-be started to be introduced to children his age.

To begin with, Shion was a little brash, always wanting to be somebody who helped choose what game they played or answered as many questions as he could in class - which was not always appreciated - he was not always liked amongst his classmates. Often, he would get teased for being too eager, for always talking, and it was then he snapped and repeated something he had heard one of the parents say on the playground. This comment, however, warranted him almost getting thrown out in the first year of primary school, and this apparent not-so-serious event sparked one of his biggest attributes; his mother sat him down on her knee and told him something that would resonate with him for years. "Your words are your weapon." She went on to say that while some people could fight with swords or wands, sometimes the best weapon you had was the words you would say to others, and the way you could make them feel. That was why you would have to be careful with what you said.

This lesson stuck with him the most, as he would grow up a lot more quietly, taking extra time to think about what he was going to say before he said it.

Shion was a clumsy child; he wasn't really sure what to do with his feet and hands as he would stumble around. The little boy would often return home with bruised knees and scraped elbows, grinning a little sheepishly as he held a note from the school nurse in his hand. There was never usually any major accidents - no broken bones or trips to the hospital until he turned seven. He still doesn't really remember how he did it; only that he had somehow ended up on his back, sharp gravel digging into the soft skin underneath his cotton t-shirt, and his eye felt sticky, and it was only when he had gone to wipe at it did his hand come back stained a crimson blood, signifying he was bleeding from his brow. While it had been his first hospital trip outside of birth, and luckily for what was assumed to be just a simple accident, Hana and Eichii knew the truth; her father's associates had found them, and tried to harm their child with Diffindo, the Severing Charm, and that he would always have a faint scar through his eyebrow. Luckily, Shion had been running, so the injury could have been a lot worse.

After that, primary school life was rather uneventful - with the exception of some arguments with friends which would be solved by next break time - until he started his fourth year at the tender age of eight years old. While his mother had been at work, Eichii had accidentally left their home door unlocked as he was running late for picking up his son. Stopping for ice cream on the way back, the two had walked back into their home and it was almost like nothing had happened; the door was mysteriously locked, so Eichii just assumed he had been the one that locked it. The last thing anybody had expected to see would be a trio of werewolves in the kitchen. And by the time Hana returned home, her son was traumatized by watching his father be bitten multiple times and turned into a werewolf.

--------------------
(ง •̀_•́)ง
user posted imageuser posted image



SLYTHERCLAW !

S E E K E R
13 KOHAKU
0 User(s) are reading this topic (0 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

Topic Options
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll