basic information
 

birth name: arthur hawthorne
nicknames: art, artie, arty
pronouns: he/him or they/them
date of birth: december 30, 1999
astrological sign: capricorn
mbti type: ENfp-i, the campaigner
faith: roman catholic

face claim: joshua hong from seventeen

origins & family

current location: hogwarts, scotland
hometown: newport, wales, united kingdom
nationality: korean-welsh

ETHNICITY: korean
blood status: half-blood
languages spoken: english, welsh, korean

father: work is hotel management, international
mother: works in potions shop at wizarding world

personal

romantic orientation: biromantic
ual orientation: demiual
love language: physical touch & gift giving
relationship status: confidential

trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, depression, mentions of death, small mentions of blood

"what did you say? that freak was staring at the dead rabbits?"

one. . . two. . . three. . .

"who? arthur? yeah, it looked creepy. i don't know why. he was just staring at them so quietly... they're dead."

four. . . five. . . six. . .

"just leave him alone. probably one of the reasons why he doesn't have any friends. he's so weird. why would he stare at them? did he kill them? why haven't the school got rid of the rabbits?"

∘ ∘ ∘ ✸ ∘ ∘ ∘

their words were insufferable to him. arthur was aware of what happened to the rabbits, but he would never harm them in such a way. all they spat were lies and a list of names that chose to remain in his head. he knew he could ignore all of them, but why did they stay to make him suffer? they were lies yet he chose to believe in them, repeat each statement and nicknames in the depths of his head like a broken record piece. it was stupid.

"hey artie, how's school?"

the words of his mother would ring in his head with the same question he feared to answer. arthur hates watching his mother fall downcast on the thought of her son and the way those muggle borns treated him. everyday he thought to himself, how much of a miracle would it be to attend school at home than the place that his father enrolled him to, prestigious with heads who only spat nonesense in front of his face. arthur fell silent for a moment. it made his mother question further. "did something happen- ?"

"i'm fine... just doing homework at the moment. the due dates that our teachers gave us are really unforgiving." arthur drew a breathe, furrowing his eyebrows before calming down, pressing the screen on his phone a little too hard against his ear to feel a familiar crimson color, burning past his neck. he needs to get it treated, fast. arthur smiled sadly in front of the mirror from the bathroom before taking the opportunity to talk further, avoiding any more questions that his mother would send his way. "i promise, i'll call you back once i'm done." arthur informed her in the most gentle and chipper way that he could muster despite the stinging on his ears. there was a one minute silence on the other end before he heard his mother respond, "alright... i'll visit you next week. always do your best in school."

"i will, thanks... bye."

seven. . .

leaving his phone inside his pocket, he reverted his attention back to his ear. a pair of onyx eyes stared at each other from the mirror before moving past to the small trail of blood that came with it. another fresh piercing was located on his right ear lobe. what expected to be pain had subsided over the last six piercings he made during his hours, drowned in endless tears and loneliness. it would sound a little too suspicious if he used his arms for his depression relief.

everything he did was risky, but arthur didn't care any less. he felt numb and contented over the pain that granted him to feel free.

[ message to: :sun: ]

hey, what's the name of that store you recommended me for earrings again?

guilt would normally consume his voice over asking his only friend for ear decorations, but after witnessing his habit over the past few years of being together he felt like they weren't surprised at all, or that's how he expected them to be. arthur left the bathroom, finding his jacket before leaving his house. empty for the time being until his parents would decide on visiting him after a week of business.

arthur wasn't allowed to attend hogwarts until he finish high school according to a father who doesn't see him as often. it made him sigh in frustration. his father was the same person who begged for his mother to let him study in the muggle world, mentioning that he'll miss him once he cross the borders to hogwarts yet the man doesn't see him as much as his mother does. calling would lead him to endless voice notes he felt sick of listening to over and over in his ear and texting didn't help either when he is only being left on read.

he appreciates the thought of paying for his tuition fee and sending him allowance every week, but he couldn't help but feel like a stranger to his father than a son. arthur knew little with the exception of his mother's stories. did he act the same way towards her when they were lost in thought of love?

[ message to: artie :leaf: ]

... silver moon, top floor in the mall.

[ message to: :sun: ]

thanks

he sent his response before taking his leave, locking the door behind him to buy a new stud and ask for advice on how to care for his piercing again.

"i'd understand your countless times of exploding my potions shop when you were still five, but..."

the wooden tip of his mother's wand poked the side of his exposed bicep. arthur wore a white undershirt and a blue denim jacket for his day out reserved with his mother, but accidentally revealed the recent silver design he had embeded on his arm after countlessly complaining how warm the weather was. it made him laugh quietly, his mother didn't bought his antics.

"come on, time to give you an early christmas present."

"you're giving me an animal companion?" the thought alone made him excited. arthur's eyes wondered excitedly to an assortment of orange tabbies and siberian huskies. just as he was about to ask his mother to get one of the corgi's bouncing on it's feet in the shop, his voice was dimmed down to his mother purchasing an owl.

he didn't expect his mother to buy a bird to keep himself from doing anything dangerous. not that exploding classrooms by accident would lead into more troubles that he didn't want to face. "short letters are fine as long as you give me an update of how you're doing, promise?" arthur scratched the back of his head, holding out his hand to link his pinkie with his mother, watching her fill with such optimism that he always adored in her. "promise."

after two weeks...

"please get me a new cigar, ashton. don't tell mother, i'll get you new treats if you do."

the agreement held between himself and his mother stayed. what she didn't knew about him training his owl to get him stuff will be another story he'll have to tell her. not now, but soon.

height: 178 cm. (5'10")
weight: 60 kg. (132 lbs)
eye color: onyx
hair color: natural jet black
physique: muscular
scent: pumpkin spice

tattoos: a silver chinese dragon that extends from his shoulder blade down to the end of his left arm. – (x)

piercings: silver hoop earrings located on his lobe and upper lobe (left ear). one silver stud on his forward helix, tragus, and helix, on his auricle he wears a diamond encrusted stud in the shape of a cross, arthur has another silver stud on his lobe (right ear). owns a pair of silver studs that he wears on his eyebrow (left corner eyebrow). – (x), (x)

jewerly: he owns a silver crescent moon pendant necklance – (x) and a silver roman numeral ring that he wears on his forefinger (right hand) – (x)

casual style: sports anything that involves black with no prints. if he ran out of dark shirts from his closet he'll resort to a plain white, fitted shirt with dark blue denim jeans and jacket. whenever arthur is out at night, he would wear a cap.

fancy style: the usual 7 piercings that he wears day to day is reduced to 2 silver hoops on his left ear and 1 silver hoop on his helix, right ear. arthur would often be found wearing a black turle neck, grey coat, dark dress pants and black pointed shoes.

the gryffindor student simply smirked and shook his head slowly. arthur strode off with a gentle wave of his hand. "why so curious? search all you like, i'm not giving you any answers." he replied before leaving the room.

alias name: xiu/xiulan or character name
timezone: gmt 8+

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