URQUHART, Beckett

NAME | Beckett Muireadhach Urquhart, Beck for short
HOUSE | Gryffindor
YEAR/AGE | 7th year, 18 years old. (Oct. 31st)
FACE/CELEBRITY | Nariman Malanov
BLOOD | Halfblood. Half his family is a submissive, lonesome, rich wizard dad and the other half is a snooty as fuck muggle mom with a big, well off family. Aside from his Aunt Fiona, she's, well, dead. But she ran off to marry a poor but hawt Cuban guy in America prior to that.
SEXUALITY | Beck: *raspberries @ this question*

WAND | 8", dogwood, springy. Jackalope antler core. It looks a tad bit like an antler at its hilt. He keeps a rabbit's foot on the end, dangling by a leather string.

PERSONALITY |
Beckett is a good guy, despite everything. He's fun-loving and likes to help people, being a child of chivalry and a well rounded family. But he ran off from his family with his sister and lives off of potato chips and dumpster diving, so there's obvious underlying issues. There's something gratifying about being a huge bother, and that's what Beckett likes to be. He's a magpie that steals anything that catches his eye. He collects disgusting oddities and magical trinkets, and he may or may not turn them over for a profit on the side. He's not necessarily mean on purpose, but he likes to tease and giggle at people who don't really deserve it. Most people end up liking him despite that, as he's charming and flirtatious in very wholesome, innocent ways. He knows how to talk to people, he just also knows how to underhandedly bother them. Beckett cleans up well, is musically adept, well read, and courteous when he wants to be.

He's the kid on the playground that eats worms because people dared him to. The one that will spit them out onto your face if you're annoying him. "I don't care" is his motto.

The biggest thing about Beckett is that no one knows much about him, despite numerous rumors going around. Things tend to contradict and intertwine until it's enigmatic and makes little sense. Beckett likes it that way. But don't be fooled, this storyteller is often caught in misadventures where he ends up perfectly fine by the skin of his teeth, and that's the truth. He doesn't embellish. But, he does underhandedly spread things about himself to keep people guessing.

LIKES |
Animals. Like, any animal. The uglier the animal, the more he likes it. Favorites being fruit bats and bulldogs. :: Oddities, like jarred fetuses with twenty toes or rusted opium pipes. But, also magical oddities. He has a collection of things that can kill him. :: Experimental music, especially the kind where people are yelling. Harsh noise. Electronica. Pop songs slowed down 800%. :: Sleeps all day, everyday :: Fire and setting things on fire :: Wears other people's clothes :: Other people's things in general :: Adrenaline junkie :: Tiddy :: Thigh highs :: When people get so fed up with him, they can't talk :: Maintains an air of mysteriousness / enigma on purpose, he loves it :: Storytelling :: Grossing people out :: Bloody noses :: Picking at scabs :: Gummy candy :: Singing :: Quidditch, but only when he's playing :: Playing the Devil's Advocate :: Don'tcha love the sexual tension when someone tries to beat your face in? :: Playing guitar :: The bewildered look on his mom's face when he does, like, anything, such as bleaching his hair.

DISLIKES |
Know-it-alls :: Being cornered :: Playing the harp, even though he's rad at it :: His family, but in a "I'd rather not be near them" kind of way, not really a hateful way :: Nagging :: Commitment :: Responsibility :: Expectations :: Any sort of relationship :: Having his face touched, even in intimate moments :: Most drugs and alcohol, but doesn't care if other people do it. He just doesn't like the feeling. Plus, beer is gross :: Tiny portions in food, he doesn't care how good it tastes, he wants fifty pounds of pasta on his plate :: Family dinners :: Sharing food or school supplies :: For someone who borrows and steals things from other people, he really hates letting people borrow things from him :: Brushing his hair :: Extreme temperatures :: High collars, scarves, things that constrict his neck :: Essays :: Having to give honest critique.

FAVORITE CLASS | Ghoul Studies. Creepy crawlies, my man.
LEAST FAVORITE CLASS | I don't think he cares enough to have a least favorite, but I guess he'd fall asleep a lot in Ancient Runes, despite how otherwise interested he'd be in it.

PETS | An enigmatic black cat named Thing. Its existence is questionable, and Beckett was told he couldn't keep it, but finders keepers, duh. It likes to change form often, but is unmistakably some type of cat. When it's mad, it grows four more legs and stomps around. It's unable to be brushed. It eats dust and bones and Beck's leftovers.