Fletcher Quellesk

Name: Fletcher Rafael Quellesk
Nickname: Fletch, Raf.
Age: (Keep blank if you're a student)
Date of Birth: October 2nd.
Birthplace: Russia.
Current Home: Russia.
Blood Purity: Pure.
Gender: Male.
Sexual alignment: Bicurious.
Job: N/A


Face Claim: Logan Lerman
Body type: Kind of weedy, medium height.
Height: 5'8
Hair: Dark brown, neither long or short, straight.
Eyes: Ocean Blue.
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Dressing style: Jeans and t-shirts.


Likes: Mess, loud music, "screamo" music, scaring people, living on the wild side.
Dislikes: Classical music, tidiness, quietness, people who play it safe.
Fears:
-The Dark - after being locked in a closet for three weeks while his parents went on Holiday
-Small Spaces - refer upwards.
-Trust - once again, refer.
Strengths:
-Witty - while he usually stays out of most peoples' way, if anyone dares go near the strange little boy, he will have them laughing.
-Intelligent - he's got the genius gene from his parents, and thusly he can be a bit of a nerd.
-Easily pleased - he doesn't ask for more than he knows people can give.
-Can take a joke - even intended insults are just seen as a big laugh to Fletcher, and he can sometimes turn the tables around so, if he was the victim to start, he won't be any more!
Weaknesses:
-The Dark - the closet thing.
-Small spaces - again, the closet thing.
-Trust - and again.
-Boastful - if he thinks he's better than someone, he will let them know it.
-Ladies man - he chases the ladies and often gets turned down.
-Arrogant - yeah, he likes to think he's pretty awesome at times and needs to have his head deflated...
Personality: Where there's Fletcher, there's bound to be some fun. Albeit arrogant at times, the young lad loves nothing more than a laugh and a joke about. He's pretty much your standard teenager: obsessed with music and loves sports. Well, except the sports part. He likes to play, but hates watching, and is so temperamental sometimes that it isn't even funny.

Fletcher's a pretty big nerd when it comes to school, and because of this he's sometimes the subject of a lot of teasing. e can easily play this off; he's a joker and a half! But the second an insult gets fired at his family, you'd better be able to run. He's defensive, and you'd better not forget it if you'd like your knee bone still connected to your shin bone. Or your head still attached to your neck, depending on what's around him at the time.


Father: Raoul Quellesk / 29 / Spellbook writer / Human / Living
Mother: Franchesca Quellesk / 29 / Acrobat/Gymnast / Human / Living
Siblings: Linelle Quellesk / 8 / N/A / Sister / Human / Living
Charlotte Quellesk / 6 / N/A / Sister / Human / Living
Roxanne Quellesk / 6 / N/A / Sister / Human / Living
Other significant people: N/A
Pets: N/A
Overall history: Fletcher Rafael Quellesk was born on October 2nd, to a rather young Franchesca and Raoul. He was their first born child, and for this reason always the one that they seemed to care about more than the other three. He was their only son, and despite having tried twice more after their second child, they ended up wit a rather irritating family of one boy and three girls. When Fletcher was born, he was premature, and to this day has always been rather weedy. He got tall, though, so he's alright with that.

Franchesca and Raoul really hadn't expected the pregnancy, and thus hadn't really thought about how demanding it would be. They clearly needed a bigger house than the one-bedroom flat they were living in at the time, and they also clearly needed to find someone to help look after young Fletcher. Enter Grandma Quellesk, who stayed with the young family for three years, until Fran fell pregnant yet again with their second child.

It was a shock, to say the least. Four people living in the tiny house was enough, and a fifth would just make it complicated and too hard. Throughout the second pregnancy, the two parents and Raoul's mother looked high and low for a bigger house, desperately in search of something better than they had. But it was all in vain, for the baby came before they were even on the waiting list for a four bedroomed house.

At first, young Fletcher resented the baby. The attention had been entirely on him before now, and three years of people flapping about and caring only for him had formed an already boastful and arrogant personality. So the second little Linelle was brought home, Fletcher began his 'master plan' (as he called it at the time) to get himself the focus of the family. He began acting up more than his parents were able to handle, and Raoul took little Linelle in his arms and took his wife on a three week holiday to get away from their son's now bad habits.

Grandma Quellesk was in charge of little Fletcher, and he was still acting up even though he was the focus of everything. The woman couldn't take it any more and resorted to shoving him inside a wardrobe with water and food, locking the door from the outside and leaving the house. He kicked and screamed and scratched at the door, desperate to get out, but no-one could hear for the silencing charm the grandmother had placed on the door.

Upon their return, and the eerie silence of their house, the family started to panic. Where was their son? Where was the woman who had been their lifeline? They didn't know, and it took hours to find little Fletcher, curled up in the corner of his tiny new home, shivering and pale. The parents swore to never leave their son alone ever again; seeing the tears fall down his face and the way he hugged them around their thighs was just too much.

Things were pretty much smooth sailing from then on. A year and four months later, they found a house with four bedrooms, and kept one as a playroom. Fletcher was starting to show signs of being a wizard at the age, and was turning the walls of his room bright yellow with sneezes and coughs. He was levitating Linelle out of her cot without meaning to, and he woke up one morning on the kitchen counter. Baffled, but proud, his parents started trying to train him up, so he would already be able to control his magic and not end up turning his sister into a cat.

Two weeks after waking up in the middle of the back lawn at 3:00am at the age of six, Fletcher's parents broke news of Franchesca being pregnant yet again. It came out that she was expecting twins, two girls, and the panicking began again. They wouldn't be able to cope with four children; or would they? Fletcher was starting to be nice to his already born little sister, and hope filled Fran and Raoul's hearts at the thought of their eldest born being able to help out. When the two came, and they family had transformed the games room into another bedroom, Linelle was showing signs of magic ability. It was a great day overall, and eventually, the family was back to normal. Fletcher was sent off to a muggle primary school, and a nanny was hired to look after the family.

Life was good.



Favourite Spell: Tarantallegra
Signature Spell: Tarantallegra
Patronus: Pixie, much to his dismay.


Wand: 10 1/2 inches, centaur tail hair, pine.
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