Name: Lucas Alexander Creighton Nickname: Luco Age: 15 House: Slytherin Year: 5th Birth date: 15th Feburary Birthplace: Oxford, England Heritage: Pureblood Family members: Father - Howard Creighton (dec.) Mother - Constance Creighton (formerly Bloomberg)
Appearance To say the least, the young man's countenance is anything but divine. He appears an oddity, large opalescent eyes framed by long, dark lashes that blink against skin so pale it almost appears translucent. His nose is large yet undefined, lying above thin rose-tinted lips that seem to swallow words before they even have chance to be spoken of. His anatomy does resemble a carcass, a bag of bones draped in cloth. An underfed urchin, some would say. His hands appear particularly skeletal, long spindly fingers often swimming over the pages of an old, dusty tome. A nondescript silver ring is wrapped around his smallest finger, which often leads another's eye to the unfortunate looking remnants of nails sitting in place of talons, which one would guess to be bitten off periodically. Mainly clad in all black with a hint of green, his dress sense is incredibly demure and plain.
Furthermore Luco is heavily involved in his studies. He will not rest or participate in any social interaction until he has reached a satisfactory finish in his work. There is a certain drumming rhythm which drives him forward, either an unquenchable thirst for knowledge or perhaps a search for an answer. It is also known that he suffers from Crohn's Disease, a contributing factor to his poor build. Another would be that Constance, his mother, came from a long line of Jewish wizards, passing on the typical small frame. The health of Mr. Creighton is very poor, with laughter often turning to coughing, so sports such as Quidditch are certainly out of the question. A mental focus tends to be his sole application when it comes to the curriculum. Often stricken with a stern face, he will usually remain alone unless accompanied by another whom he shares an interest with or sees potential in. Being an Aquarius (astrology and star signs are ideologies he takes rather seriously), he remains calm and cool until any situation creeps in the way of something he has planned, which is when his water really begins to boil.
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His hands appear particularly skeletal, long spindly fingers often swimming over the pages of an old, dusty tome. A nondescript silver ring is wrapped around his smallest finger, which often leads another's eye to the unfortunate looking remnants of nails sitting in place of talons, which one would guess to be bitten off periodically. Mainly clad in all black with a hint of green, his dress sense is incredibly demure and plain.
