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 Sawyer Kingsman
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Name: (FIRST AND LAST NAME ONLY!) Sawyer Kingsman
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Bloodline: Halfblood
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Sawyer James Kingsman - a boy who liked to think everyone knew him.

Laughter was easy for the boy who had money, for a boy who knew how to play the system well. Perhaps most think of the system as being at school, or how to play the dating game well. These were not systems Sawyer thought of as he thought about it though. No, the system he knew he was good at playing was the one that had started when he was fifteen years old - when his parents had decided they were no longer going to be together. It was easy to know how to play the system and get what he wanted between both parents - even now as he was seventeen and in school most of the year. Then again, when two people never spoke to one another, how were they ever going to figure out that their teenage son got them to send him extra pocket money?

With the extra pocket money, Sawyer, or perhaps, SJ, to some of his really close friends, he was able to buy the really nice clothes he wanted - you know, the high price fashionable jeans muggles wistfully stared at? Or the really nice shirts, jackets, whatever floated his boat. But they all had to be comfortable. None of the crazy or itchy stuff. Everything had to be smooth - like silk, to the young man. After all, fashion was important. Style was important. Comfort? That was necessary.

Other than clothes, the teenager found it easy to buy extra food - when was the boy not eating? Only when he was drinking, it seemed - or at least it had always seemed that way to his mother when he was growing up. No, in all reality, Sawyer loved to spend pocket money on music and was rather disappointed in the magical world with the fact mp3 players had not yet made it into existence. It made it a little bit harder to enjoy his past time, but somehow, the boy had grown accustomed to not being able to have his music player and the idea of records… over time. Sometimes. It was still awful, as far as he was concerned. But listening to music was important to the young man and therefore, Sawyer did what he had to do in order to be able to listen to it. Including buying records and annoying his roommates with the constant flow of music that seemed to always be coming from their dorm room.

He also played the guitar and knew he was good at it. Not in the mom says I’m good kind of way, but the way that his skilled fingers flew across the chords made it known he had spent many years practicing the notes. His deep melodic voice to sing songs seemed to go hand in hand with the love songs he may or may not have been singing for a girl, as he perched on a stone wall. Sawyer knew he looked good, with gelled hair and his fashionable clothing. Being skilled with a guitar and a smooth voice attracted young woman to him and had boys sending him jealous looks - or at least, this is how Sawyer viewed his life.

He had a confidence about him that led him into not caring about exactly what others thought of him. At least on the outside - at some point, everyone cared, right? Still, the seventeen year old knew that as long as he came off as confident and strong, there was no way anyone could tell that inside, he was hurting - just like every other person in the world that was able to put on a good show, really.

Not that Sawyer was all looks and no brains - for this too, he had seemingly been gifted with. As skilled as he was with the guitar, he was also sarcastic, quick-witted and fierce. He doesn’t like to see people hurt, though he’s not a real fighter. Able to use his words to lash out more than his fists, he can be seen as arrogant and a jerk rather than a protector. He’s not against using spells to prove his point, but this is sort of a last-resort type of thing. It’s more fun to see people flushed and upset by what he says, rather than the effects of a spell.

There is lingering bitterness about the divorce his parents had sprung on him when he was fifteen, even if he knew how to play the system between them. Sawyer still has dreamt of his life when they were together at times, distant memories of happiness and peace. They fade into nights of yelling and torture for the young man, because everyone has their own demon look upon them at some point, right? His confidence faltered at night, which was where the music came in. Love songs seemed to be the most prevalent, especially when there were charms to make it so no one knew he was listening to them rather than his usual rock and roll. Sawyer dreams of a family and a time when he will be able to have happiness - it’s too bad he has yet to realized this must come from within, first.

It’s not about anything more than the connection he wants, though - those girls that fawn over his music? Sawyer doesn’t care much about them. They can fawn all they want, but there is nothing more than dreamy looks cast at him. Although he appears confident and fashionable, perhaps even vain in some people’s eyes, Sawyer is aching for a real relationship. One that goes beyond touches and kisses, one that has a deeper meaning than getting laid on a Saturday night. He has friends, sure, even has had girlfriends. But a true connection with someone? It seemed impossible for him. Every time someone gets close they end up walking away. What is so scary within him that people don’t like to see? The world may never know, since he shows up as confident, skilled with music, and happy.

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Sawyer James was born to parents whom did not expect him at the time. They were delighted, after they adjusted to the thought - but they had been shocked it had happened in the first place. See, they were young, one a singer and one the drummer in a band. Moving from place to place, trying to have a little bit of fame and glory in the muggle world. They had two band mates who played guitars, a white van that drove across the country and they were trying to make it big - at least, until the singer, Ray, became pregnant by her boyfriend Simon, and their hopes and dreams had to change very quickly - after all, they could no longer move from town to town in a van, they needed a place to live and one very quickly, for there was two items they both knew about babies. The first, they would never give the baby up, and the second was that no baby should be raised in a van. No, this was not going to happen.

So, the days of living in a van stopped as the soon to be father started working in a tattoo shop - maybe not something as acceptable to most of society as either of their parents would have liked, but much like when they had started going on tour, Ray and Simon paid little attention to what his parents wanted. Sawyer was born months later - only after the parents had been married upon a beautiful bluff - and the once bandmates were now husband and wife, mother and father.

The years passed and the father found success in the art of putting ink on the canvas’ of skin. Talent had apparently been hiding within the fingers of the drummer, putting beautiful pieces of work upon any customer willing to come to the shop. It was work Simon found he enjoyed, but he fingers did miss the days of banging on drums and making music. Sure, it was still his hobby at home with his young son, but it was not quite the same. Still, it was a growing business he found himself in and the man was able to be at home with his family when he wanted - there was nothing left to complain about, was there? It had taken hard work to become one of the top named tattoo artists and Simon was proud of what he had built for his family.

The mother, on the other hand, never quite filled the void of singing the way Simon had found his tattoo shop. Of course, she was happy with Simon and Sawyer, filling her days with working at a local diner while at night when Simon most often had to work, she was with her son. They split their time with Sawyer quite peacefully and always spent Sundays together. For this, the young woman was grateful - no matter what crazy schedule the three of them had during the week, it was Sundays that the three spent together.

Ray also had a secret however - one she had only told Simon once they had conceived their son together. She was a witch, one whom had inherited quite a bit of money in the wizarding world from her deceased parents when they had left the world. She had left the magical world in search of being able to sing when she was seventeen and had been back few times since - especially after meeting Simon when she was nineteen. Never had the young woman expected to be married and a mother by the time she was twenty-two. Around the age of eight, Sawyer also started to show signs of magic flowing in his blood - something Ray had been preparing Simon for years for.

Sawyer was musically gifted - that much was clear. His voice was sweet and soft as he learned to play the guitar, much to his father’s dismay. Still, what started as Disney songs and soft melodies had lead its way into rock and roll, and love songs, not very different than his mother had sang as his father had played the drums - the two of them composing the lyrics themselves. Sawyer fit right into their little band at home and with the three of them, they played as though they could be on stage - perhaps one day, they would be.

Still, when the father had found his son angry after his guitar had been taken away for not completing his chores, Simon had not expected lights to flicker and vases to be broken. It had scared him and he had spent some time also shouting at his wife for some time, though to his credit, the muggle did not leave. As for Sawyer, it was time to learn that although he had grown up playing, learning and having fun in the muggle world, that there was also another world to learn about - the wizarding world.

Ray had taken both Simon and Sawyer to Diagon Alley, explaining as much as she could to her husband who had a mystified expression and their son, who was eager to learn more. Eventually, Sawyer would go to Hogwarts to be sorted and have a choice to make one day - live in the wizarding world forever, or go to Hogwarts and then return to the muggle world, where his parents were. It was something the boy didn’t think about at eleven years old, but now that he was seventeen, Sawyer found himself thinking more and more about it. Of course, things were different now - his parents wouldn’t be caught dead together in the same room, for one.

For another, his father hated magic now.

Sawyer was not sure what had happened between the time Ray had shown her boys Diagon Alley for the first time and Simon had seemed to accept it and now. He knew the divorce had been bitter at the end and that the two of them had not spoken since he was fifteen years old and they had sat him down together. What a fun summer that had been - switching houses, learning new style of life. On the outside, Sawyer was good at faking that he loved it - the extra pocket money, extra excitement of adventure since both parents felt guilty - but on the inside, he actually really hated it. Maybe one day it would just seem normal to have to have two birthday dinners, two ‘homes’ to go to in the summer - but at the moment, it felt empty for the young man.
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Sawyer Kingsman || 17 years old || 7th year || Half blood

Appearance:

How does one describe himself? If you ask him, Sawyer might you words like handsome or breathtaking, but does this really tell one anything about the lanky teenager he has become in the past few years? Does it tell you how he has blond hair, or a squared jaw, a buttoned type of a nose, a smile - that he, at the very least, likes to think is flashing and perfect? Does it tell you of the blue eyes, which change colors depending on the amount of light cast upon the boy? Does it tell you of his unusually small and quick fingers, calloused hard from years of playing the guitar? Do the descriptions he might attach to himself tell you anything about the scars he bares from playing outside as a boy or Quidditch as a teen?

No, those descriptions tell the person listening to him nothing, except that Sawyer Kingsman might just be full of himself.

So instead, let’s start with the blond hair the young man has comes to be perfectly straight and flat on his head, using gel to make it look unnaturally slick and so sickly sweet. Or at least, he likes to think it looks good. Appearances make an impression upon other people; something Sawyer has learned in this world. After all, living in a room full of snakes has taught him something over the years. The hairs brush a smooth forehead - skin glowing only because of the product used on it, too. Once puberty hit, the acne came and along with it came the magical creams to help him skin retain it’s healthy atmosphere. Freckles splay across a spot on the right side of his forehead where the hairline meets his scalp and the hair is cut short, much like a crew cut boys tend to wear.

His jawline and face in general, is free of hair - it seems the puberty factor has not hit him enough yet to be forced to shave or have to deal with this factor. A blessing or a curse, depending upon who one asked - but since the person being described has already been established as being full of himself, let’s just say he is rather happy to not have to deal with that factor of manhood just yet. His jawline leads to rather small, rounded ears - perhaps the feature Sawyer dislikes the most about his face, unless someone asks him about his chin. Please don’t get Sawyer Kingsman started on his chin. It’s too small for his face in his opinion, of course the exact replica of his mother’s instead of his father’s and it’s better not talked about.

Holding up the face and the head of the boy is a neck that has hairs on it. This annoys Sawyer - how does one have hairs on his neck but not on his face? The question goes unanswered as the young man shaves them short and we move on to his skinny frame with hardly and muscle on him at all. His throwing arm must be decent though, since he enjoys playing keeper on Quidditch teams at times.

Overall, we have a young man who stands 5’11” who is overly proud of himself. He looks good. He knows he does, it’s just a matter of if others knows he does. Remember, he’s full of himself, so naturally, Sawyer in fact, does think others look at him and think he looks good. It’s a way of life, isn’t it? Even if people at Hogwarts don’t know the name brand muggle clothing lines that he collects, they can appreciate the fact that Sawyer has newer clothing - flashing clothing, even. Why would he settle for anything less? Why should he have to? With many pairs of faded jeans, stylish shirts, from button downs, collars, to sweatshirts and t-shirts, there’s no need. It’s all high end, quality and comfortable material as well. His different styles of cowboy boots, converse, running shoes and others only make the outfits complete, as he dresses in the morning.

So who is this boy?

Personality:

Sawyer James Kingsman - a boy already established as full of himself.

When there’s someone willing to describe themselves with handsome and good-looking, it says a lot about them to begin with, does it not? Sawyer is a boy who feels he deserves many things from life. Especially his parent’s money. He knows how to play the system - and not the system of school or dating games - no, he is good at playing the game that started when his parents divorced as he was fifteen. When two people don’t speak to each other, it’s very easy to collect extra pocket money - after all, someone has to pay for the designer clothes he orders. It just so happens with the parents’ guilt, Sawyer has figured out a way to conquer all of this in one smooth stone. He buys what he wants, as it pleases him. It hasn’t occurred to him yet that he might want to save some of that pocket money - at least, save it beyond buying the next nicest jacket on the market, or the newest model of a guitar or racing broom he might want.

Other than clothes, the teenager found it easy to buy extra food - when was the boy not eating? Only when he was drinking, it seemed - or at least it had always seemed that way to his mother when he was growing up. Remember how when focused on the actual description of Sawyer, he was said to be skinny and lanky? It seems his metabolism is amazing at this stage of the game - this boy doesn’t stop eating. Ever. Carrying food around in his backpack had become a second nature long, long ago. How else would he be able to skip breakfast because he was sleeping in or be able to survive throughout the day. In his opinion, he wouldn’t. Not that he only eats sweets - no, bananas, apples, granola bars, these are all stored away in his trunk with bottles of water more than cookies and candies or other sweets.

Then, there was the issue of the music and mp3 players in the castle where Sawyer is currently a seventh year. He is rather disappointed in the magical world and the fact mp3 players have not yet made it into existence. It made it a little bit harder to accept at a younger age, but somehow, the boy had grown accustomed to not being able to have his music player and the idea of records… over time. Sometimes. It is still awful, as far as he is concerned. But listening to music is important to the young man and therefore, Sawyer does what he had to do in order to be able to listen to it. Including buying records and annoying his roommates with the constant flow of music that seemed to always be coming from their dorm room.

As mentioned, the young man also spends pocket money on guitars - he has four, currently, each for a variety of reasons that probably only make sense to Sawyer. Skilled fingers fly across the chords now, after years of practicing the notes. His deep and melodic voice sings songs about love or inspiring songs. It’s not unusual to find Sawyer scribbling new lyrics on parchment rather than taking notes for the class he is in. In this too, the young man knows he looks good, perched somewhere as his fingers strum the guitar, singing a song.

Not that Sawyer had been gifted with all looks and no brains - as skilled as he was with the guitar, or at dressing himself, he has also been found to be sarcastic, quick-witted and fierce. He’s quick to lash out with his tongue, finding anger easier to express than any other emotion.
He doesn’t like to see people hurt, though he’s not a real fighter. Able to use his words to lash out more than his fists, he can be seen as arrogant and a jerk rather than a protector. He’s not against using spells to prove his point, but this is sort of a last-resort type of thing. It’s more fun to see people flushed and upset by what he says, rather than the effects of a spell.

At least - this is true, until you are his friend. Ask Skylar Vanstone. Once you’re his friend, the young man is willing to go through hell and high waters for you. Then again, if you ask Florentin Deschamps, one would probably be told that Sawyer Kingsman only has his own agenda when helping someone. Both instances have happened and are true - but which shows the boy’s true personality, one might ask? The world may never know. There are also other things about the snake he might never let the world know.

There is lingering bitterness about the divorce his parents had sprung on him when he was fifteen, even if he knew how to play the system between them. Sawyer still has dreamt of his life when they were together at times, distant memories of happiness and peace. They fade into nights of yelling and torture for the young man, because everyone has their own demon look upon them at some point, right? His confidence faltered at night, which was where the music came in. Love songs seemed to be the most prevalent, especially when there were charms to make it so no one knew he was listening to them rather than his usual rock and roll. Sawyer dreams of a family and a time when he will be able to have happiness - it’s too bad he has yet to realized this must come from within, first.

It’s not about anything more than the connection he wants, though - those girls that fawn over his music? Sawyer doesn’t care much about them. They can fawn all they want, but there is nothing more than dreamy looks cast at him. Although he appears confident and fashionable, perhaps even vain in some people’s eyes, Sawyer is aching for a real relationship. One that goes beyond touches and kisses, one that has a deeper meaning than getting laid on a Saturday night. He has friends, sure, even has had girlfriends. But a true connection with someone? It seemed impossible for him. Everytime someone gets close they end up walking away. What is so scary within him that people don’t like to see? The world may never know, since he shows up as confident, skilled with music, and an angry, full of himself, seventeen year old with flashy designer clothing.

Character Background:

Sawyer James was born to parents whom did not expect him at the time. They were delighted, after they adjusted to the thought - but they had been shocked it had happened in the first place. See, they were young, one a singer and one the drummer in a band. Moving from place to place, trying to have a little bit of fame and glory in the muggle world. They had two band mates who played guitars, a white van that drove across the country and they were trying to make it big - at least, until the singer, Ray, became pregnant by her boyfriend Simon, and their hopes and dreams had to change very quickly - after all, they could no longer move from town to town in a van, they needed a place to live and one very quickly, for there was two items they both knew about babies. The first, they would never give the baby up, and the second was that no baby should be raised in a van. No, this was not going to happen.

So, the days of living in a van stopped as the soon to be father started working in a tattoo shop - maybe not something as acceptable to most of society as either of their parents would have liked, but much like when they had started going on tour, Ray and Simon paid little attention to what his parents wanted. Sawyer was born months later - only after the parents had been married upon a beautiful bluff - and the once bandmates were now husband and wife, mother and father.

The years passed and the father found success in the art of putting ink on the canvas’ of skin. Talent had apparently been hiding within the fingers of the drummer, putting beautiful pieces of work upon any customer willing to come to the shop. It was work Simon found he enjoyed, but he fingers did miss the days of banging on drums and making music. Sure, it was still his hobby at home with his young son, but it was not quite the same. Still, it was a growing business he found himself in and the man was able to be at home with his family when he wanted - there was nothing left to complain about, was there? It had taken hard work to become one of the top named tattoo artists and Simon was proud of what he had built for his family.

The mother, on the other hand, never quite filled the void of singing the way Simon had found his tattoo shop. Of course, she was happy with Simon and Sawyer, filling her days with working at a local diner while at night when Simon most often had to work, she was with her son. They split their time with Sawyer quite peacefully and always spent Sundays together. For this, the young woman was grateful - no matter what crazy schedule the three of them had during the week, it was Sundays that the three spent together.

Ray also had a secret however - one she had only told Simon once they had conceived their son together. She was a witch, one whom had inherited quite a bit of money in the wizarding world from her deceased parents when they had left the world. She had left the magical world in search of being able to sing when she was seventeen and had been back few times since - especially after meeting Simon when she was nineteen. Never had the young woman expected to be married and a mother by the time she was twenty-two. Around the age of eight, Sawyer also started to show signs of magic flowing in his blood - something Ray had been preparing Simon for years for.

Sawyer was musically gifted - that much was clear. His voice was sweet and soft as he learned to play the guitar, much to his father’s dismay. Still, what started as Disney songs and soft melodies had lead its way into rock and roll, and love songs, not very different than his mother had sang as his father had played the drums - the two of them composing the lyrics themselves. Sawyer fit right into their little band at home and with the three of them, they played as though they could be on stage - perhaps one day, they would be.

Still, when the father had found his son angry after his guitar had been taken away for not completing his chores, Simon had not expected lights to flicker and vases to be broken. It had scared him and he had spent some time also shouting at his wife for some time, though to his credit, the muggle did not leave. As for Sawyer, it was time to learn that although he had grown up playing, learning and having fun in the muggle world, that there was also another world to learn about - the wizarding world.

Ray had taken both Simon and Sawyer to Diagon Alley, explaining as much as she could to her husband who had a mystified expression and their son, who was eager to learn more. Eventually, Sawyer would go to Hogwarts to be sorted and have a choice to make one day - live in the wizarding world forever, or go to Hogwarts and then return to the muggle world, where his parents were. It was something the boy didn’t think about at eleven years old, but now that he was seventeen, Sawyer found himself thinking more and more about it. Of course, things were different now - his parents wouldn’t be caught dead together in the same room, for one.

For another, his father hated magic now.

Sawyer was not sure what had happened between the time Ray had shown her boys Diagon Alley for the first time and Simon had seemed to accept it and now. He knew the divorce had been bitter at the end, laced with affairs and pain - and that the two of them had not spoken since he was fifteen years old and they had sat him down together. What a fun summer that had been - switching houses, learning new style of life. On the outside, Sawyer was good at faking that he loved it - the extra pocket money, extra excitement of adventure since both parents felt guilty - but on the inside, he actually really hated it. Maybe one day it would just seem normal to have to have two birthday dinners, two ‘homes’ to go to in the summer - but at the moment, it felt empty for the young man. For now, he would spend as much time as he could at school, with the oldest Vanstone, who was having trouble of his own.

….Not to mention the youngest one, who has come back from death as a ghost.
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