personality

Positive Traits: intelligent, empathetic, thoughtful, street-smart, open-minded

Negative Traits: shy, overthinks everything, easily hurt feelings, temperamental 

Quirks and Habits:

* Incredibly anxious. Always afraid of the worst, always overthinking everything, finds it difficult to try new things or trust others.

* Loves sweets. Eats almost exclusively sweets. Cakes, pastries, cookies, sweet drinks, anything pumpkin flavored... He's all over it.

* Creature of habit. He has a daily routine that hardly ever changes, and he's lost when things don't go as they did yesterday. 

* Spends way entirely too much time on his hair. If it's not perfect, he's not going anywhere.

* Heavy American accent. Which makes sense, considering he was born in America.

Likes: rock n' roll, animals, sweets, books, fluffy blankets, thunderstorms, solitude, painting, Muggle culture

Dislikes: crowds, the sun, fire, potions class

Boggart: his sister, Micah

Mirror of Erised: He would absolutely never admit it, but what Malachite wants most is... a kitten.

Patronus: a bat

history

Malachite was born the second child of a very happily married misfit couple in Phoenix, Arizona of all places. His mother was a witch, and a very talented one at that. However, she made her living through Muggle art - Renee Kingsley was a decently well-known painter. His father was her polar opposite. A wannabe rocker who had never quite managed to leave the early 90's, Charlie found it hard to find a job, especially in the early 2000's. He was covered in tattoos and piercings, and was a very intimidating man, even if he was a big ole teddy bear in reality. Malachite, his older sister, and later his younger sister were all raised by their loving stay-at-home dad. Of all three of them, Malik takes after his father the most, and they had the closest bond.

Micah was... Troubled. She was nearly eight years Malachite's senior, and no one was quite sure when she was lying or telling the truth. There was a 50/50 chance, really. What was known for sure was that she was a danger. As a child, she had killed a family pet out of anger. She would attempt to stab her mother with knives, and as she became better and better at magic, she became fond of burning her families' belongings. What made Micah the way she is, is unknown to Malachite, though he has his theories.

She became even worse at around age seventeen, and she attempted to burn their house down. Malachite narrowly escaped with his life, and his baby sister Amethyst suffered minor burns on her arms. Everything they had was destroyed. Micah evaded arrest by muggle authorities and had to be apprehended by the American equivalent of aurors, but not before causing both the police and aurors some physical injuries. The rest of the family fled that very night, to live with their remaining family in Britain.

...

Malachite began school the next year. He was sorted into Ravenclaw. It was no surprise to his family, as he had always been a quiet boy that pursued knowledge doggedly. He did not do as well as they expected, however. He was still bothered by the events of the year previous - he would often wake up at night in a cold sweat and struggling to even scream, after horrible nightmares of flame and being trapped in suffocating pitch black. With time and unconditional love from his family, though, he seemed to do better.

The last notable event of his life is a girl. Hailey. She was a beautiful Slytherin girl, wickedly smart and incredibly driven. The two met and bonded over a mutual interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts in their fourth year. A game of romance cat-and-mouse ensued, with Hailey doing most of the pursuing, while Malachite completely missed every single hint she threw his way. Ah, if only she liked me, he would tell himself (while she played with his hair and kissed his cheek.) Finally, as the two were stuck at Hogwarts over the holidays, Hailey got him tipsy enough to ask her out, and she was thrilled.

The two dated for five or six months, quite a long time for what was essentially a high school relationship, before Malachite caught Hailey in the act with another guy. He was, of course, heartbroken, as she had undoubtedly been his first love. The breakup was quick and merciful, but they still had to see one another in class every now and again. He's fine now. Totally. He doesn't have a panic attack every time he sees a tall brunette with blonde highlights, totally not.

roleplayer

RP Alias: @cassini
Pronouns: she/her
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Other Characters: n/a
Roleplay example: shamelessly stolen from another site i'm on


She may not have seen him immediately, blended in with the shadowy corner, but oh boy did he notice her. (He, of course, had an excellent view over the heads of nearly everyone around him.) He almost didn't recognize her in a ballgown, almost. It wasn't her usual look, but it was a very lovely one. Malachite was immediately of the opinion that he had somehow managed to land the most beautiful date to the Yule ball. He spent a few moments, just watching her as she moved across the ballroom, all red and white against the colorful Christmas decorations. What a sight.


And then he was snapped back to reality, when she called for him. Oh, duh! Of course, he was supposed to be over there! Not observing her from across the room. Malachite was quick to make his way through the crowd, with the practiced grace of someone adept at squeezing through without touching a single other gross human. As if he'd apparated, he suddenly appeared before her. "Right here." He didn't really know what else to say - was it alright if he told her how good she looked? Was that too forward? But tonight would not be a night where he worried and overthought every single thing. No, damn it, tonight was going to be fun and enjoyable and a blast, if it was the last thing he did. "Velvet, you look incredible, holy shit." He was suddenly very glad he had decided to wear entirely black. What color could possibly go better with red and white? And besides, this was a nice suit, a lovely pairing with that expensive-looking red dress.



He gave a friendly nod to the other girl that approached, a stranger in a black dress. He could wait patiently - he wanted to see people greet and congratulate Velvet, honestly. She was a champion, after all.