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ooc information NAME: Hannah
AGE: 20
E-MAIL: emprerss88@gmail.com
AIM SN: oh ryan taylor
EXPERIENCE: ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) parisian
ic information NAME: Lysander Astrophil Scamander
AGE: 15
DATE OF BIRTH: May 29th
BLOODLINE: Pure-blood
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
YEAR: 5th
AWARDS: N/A
EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES: Astronomy Club, Book Club, Future Seers of Britain
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
NATIONALITY: English
FAMILY: Luna Lovegood: Their mother, very much still the lightly, vague girl, or woman now, that she always has been. The Editor in Chief of the Quibbler her and Rolf often travel the world looking for exotic things. Which is how they met, through a hunt looking for the Warbling Winnystone. She is also a very famous wizarding naturalist, studying new species of creatures.
Rolf Scamander: The sensible one almost, of course he also tends to have a lack of a grasp on reality at times, he is a bit more grounded than Lysander and Luna, although it's bare difference. He is a wizarding naturalist, studying new species of creatures along with Luna.
HISTORY: Luna and Rolf met in the Brazil while they were searching for a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. While the search ended in tragedy as neither of them had been able to find any sign of the mythical creature, it turned out to be rather good for Luna and Rolf. The two of them had bonded over their magical creatures and had fallen into a vague sort of love that was punctuated by motions that it was because of a Lovey Lovling that they were in love. The two of them knew they couldn't deny the pull of the Lovey Lovling and so were married a few months later. They spent the next eight or so years traveling around, meeting people all over the place, being accepted into different tribes here and there and then eventually came back and settled down in London when Luna became pregnant.
Nine months later the twins were born, silently as they both came out with wide eyes looking at the world. Lysander was the younger twin, being four minutes behind Lorcan and from the beginning he was almost a bit of a creepy child. He almost never talked, or screamed, instead just watching the world go by with almost too big blue eyes. Even from a young age he was the more inquisitive twin, although both of them were prone to asking odd things randomly, and having odd habits. An example being Lysanders need to have six of everything when he ate, or a multiple of six when it came to smaller things.
The constant questioning was encouraged by Rolf and Luna who had begun to travel again going with them around the world as they looked for the same beasts that their parents wanted to find. And some new ones as Lorcan and Lysander made up a few, only for their parents to get it into their minds that they might actually exist. It was soon obvious that Lysander was the 'odder' twin when it came to the two of them. Lorcan was the more sensible one, although sensible in their family didn't quite mean a lot.
The two of them lived a bit of a whimsical life as they grew up until making their own language, much to the delight of both parents, as well as grew closer as they never really had much by way of other children to deal with. However, they did need to grow up a bit when the two of them were sent to Hogwarts finally and they had their first interaction with other students. It was a bit of a shock for the two of them, but they were both sorted into Ravenclaw, thankfully, and they banded together.
It didn't take long for them to get a bit of a reputation as whimsical individuals, especially Lysander in particular who had the same soft dreamy quality like his mother had and so he was poked at a bit but he didn't really care, just talking to Lorcan in his own language, and his own world sometimes.
He has discovered a fascination for the stars and wants to become an Astrologist and spends hours on the ceiling, wanting to make sure that he knows everything. He likes the stars, likes the shiny sparkle of them and so he has begun memorize them. He is also a bit of an artists drawing abstract swirls of colour over his journal simply because he can and he likes to.
PERSONALITY: Lysander has his head in the clouds. He always has, he is the dreamer of the two twins, always able to imagine fantastic and wonderful worlds at the blink of an eye. He is a story teller, making up myths at the blink of an eye, having no trouble incorporating and creating creatures that do not exist at a moments notice.
He is highly artistic, bordering on a genius when it comes to painting and writing stories. He loves silence and can spend hours just looking at something, in his own world, head in the clouds. He is by no mean stupid, but he comes off as less than intelligent simply because of some of the things he says. He is Luna's son completely, and he has the same wide eyed fascination with everything in the world.
Nice would be one way of putting it as Lysander also takes after his mother in the fact that everything just simply seems to roll of off him. Nothing really changes his personality as he just simply smiles in the odd way of his and walks on, not even bothering to really talk back to them. He doesn't have a flight or flee instinct, everything is just, do what is needed to do before wander off without too much trouble. He's the sort of person to butt into a conversation and let everyone know what he is thinking, regardless of its relevance, and then back out again as soon as everything has been said and done.
His answer to everything generally involves a hug. He is a very huggy person, going along with a very touchy feely sort of person. He has a tendency to tug on someones sleeve, brush past them and so on. He doesn't mean anything by it, its just he likes to make sure they're real and not some figment of his imagination. He tends to have a bit of a poor grasp on what is reality and what isn't and now and then might think one thing but say it out loud or expect it to be real.
APPEARANCE: Lysander is skinny with pale skin, blonde hair and big blue eyes all like his mother however he looks more like his father than his mother. Tall, slender with wide shoulders, big hands and a constantly vague look in his eyes given Lysander a rather 'doofish' appearance. He is often smiling, although he really has no reason to smile, but he does. He dresses a bit oddly like his mother does, often going for 'odd' outfits getting him the name of eclectic as he does so.
PB CHOICE ONE: Lucas Grabeel: http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/18/63/32/42/18687426.jpg
PB CHOICE TWO: Jamie Johnston: http://images.ctv.ca/archives/CTVNews/img2/20061127/289_jamie_johnston.jpg
JOURNAL: ~lysanders
writing samples FIRST PERSON SAMPLE: http://lysanders.insanejournal.com/751.html
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE: "Pink," he said easily, staring up into the sunset, one hand lazily swinging a hand in the direction as he smiled and dropped it. "Orange!" he said excitedly a moment later before he pointed at other bits in the sky. "Yellow, gold, red," he said before tilting his head back and pointing behind him where the night sky was taking over. "Blue and silver, or is it gray?" he said turning his head to the side and smiling at no one. He was alone, laying out on the Quidditch pitch, eyes on the sky, looking as everything slowly faded into night time.
"Sirius," he said pointing at the sky again his finger tracing around the constellation he had jut pointed out. "Brightest star in the sky, in the Canis Major and its right there," he said circling a lazy finger around the bright star before his arm dropped down to his side as he watched the last of the swirl of the colours fade into the night sky, a pleased smile on his face.
"I should go," he said to no one in particular. "Lorry will worry if I am not at dinner, even though I am sure he knows that he Marzipan Qose's will take care of me. I do so wish I could have another one of their pies," he said softly as he slowly sat up before standing up. He brushed himself off before he turned and bowed at something only he could see.
"Thank you for keeping me company," he said with a smile before he stood back up and headed back into the castle for dinner.
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Colours are pretty I think. The way they go in and out and all around and then inbetween, never ending, causing everything to explode. I think Hogwarts needs to be painted in colour, instead of monochromatic and less of an imposing figure. Welcoming swoops of yellow and calming dashes of blue, wanting nothing more than to just continue and go around and around and around and around and around and around and in and out and between and beyond. The stars are in colours. The reds and the blues of the planets and the yellow of the sun, the dark blue almost black of the sky. A bruise with glitter spread over it. 
