xxxFᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ:Roman Everett Drayer xxxNɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs:Ro, Roro, Evv xxxAɢᴇ:17 xxxBɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ:August 10, 2051 xxxBʟᴏᴏᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs:Pureblood xxxGᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Iᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ:Cisgender male xxxOʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:Straight xxxZᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ:Leo xxxBirth Stone:Peridot xxxWᴀɴᴅ:11 3/4 inch fir wood, thurnderbird feather core, sturdy xxxMᴏʀᴇ Tʜᴀɴ Aᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ:Quidditch Experience xxxFᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ:Leon Thomas III Picture xxxHᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ:Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA; Falmouth, UK
xxx𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 & 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓻xxx
xxxSᴄʜᴏᴏʟ:Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry xxxHᴏᴜsᴇ:Slytherin xxxYᴇᴀʀ/Class Of:Seventh/2069 xxxCᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Eᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ:Student xxxDʀᴇᴀᴍ Jᴏʙ:Professional Quidditch Player
xxx𝒪𝒲𝐿 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxxAstronomy ⇾ A xxxxxCharms ⇾ EE xxxxxDADA ⇾ O xxxxxHerbology ⇾ EE xxxxxHistory of Magic ⇾ A xxxxxPotions ⇾ O xxxxxTransfiguration ⇾ EE
xxxxxAlchemy ⇾ O xxxxxCoMC ⇾ EE xxxxxCursebreaking ⇾ EE xxxxxMusic ⇾ O xxxxxWandless Magic ⇾ O xxxxxWizard Law⇾ EE xxx𝒩𝐸𝒲𝒯 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxxCharms ⇾ xxxxxDADA ⇾ xxxxxHerbology ⇾ xxxxxPotions ⇾ xxxxxTransfiguration ⇾
xxxCʟᴜʙs ᴀɴᴅ Sᴘᴏʀᴛs: xxxxx⇾ Art of the Sword xxxxx⇾ Creature Appreciation Club xxxxx⇾ Dueling Club xxxxx⇾ Music Club xxxxx⇾ Quidditch
xxxAᴄᴄᴏʟᴀᴅᴇs: xxxxx⇾ Prefect xxxxx⇾ xxxxx⇾
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Ambitious Roman wants to be the best at whatever he tries and will do whatever he needs to in order to achieve that. He practices hard, plays hard, and studies hard. xxxxx⇾Overconfident He believes that he is the best. Roman works hard so he feels like he deserves all the accolades. xxxxx⇾Creative Music is a passion of Roman's and he is very good at creating different beats, rhythms, and songs. xxxxx⇾Intelligent Not just smart, he's also emotionally intelligent. He studies hard to be the best at school, and he works hard to build and maintain friendships. xxxxx⇾Competitive Wanting to be the best means that Roman is the type to challenge those who are better than him. He strives to be the best he can be. xxxxx⇾Natural Leader With the drive to be the best, he knows what he needs to do to move forward and that makes people want to follow him. He's good at figuring out how to better people and he's more than willing to share his pointers.
xxx𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Music xxxxx⇾ Quidditch *Falmouth Falcons* xxxxx⇾ Pizza xxxxx⇾ Making friends xxxxx⇾ Winning
xxx𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Quidditch xxxxx⇾ Making music xxxxx⇾ Improv
xxx𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Music xxxxx⇾ Drive
xxx𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Accepting defeat xxxxx⇾ Math
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Produce music xxxxx⇾ Play Quidditch
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Failure xxxxx⇾ Claustrophobia
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx Roman is the first child of Everett and Winter Drayer, born at Temple University's maternity hospital. Both of Roman's parents were professional Quidditch players, however Winter retired after she discovered she was pregnant with Roman. He was raised living in a Muggle community in Philly and enjoyed all the trappings of Muggle life. When he was five, his sister Celeste was born. He had a magical show when he was eight years old and he fell from a tree in his neighborhood park. Roman wound up hovering about a foot from the ground. xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxRoman attended Salem Institute and was sorted into Lynx house. He made a bunch of friends and tried out for Quidditch, but only made it to the practice team despite his father being a professional player. But Roman didn't mind, since it gave him more time to practice his music too.
xxxSecond year he did make the main team and he played a pretty good year as a beater. Around the middle of the year though, he learned that next year he wouldn't be attending Salem anymore. His father had been offered a position on a team in the UK league and it was a much better paying position. At the end of the year, he bid farewell to his friends and then they moved overseas to Falmouth in the UK.
xxxHis first year at Hogwarts didn't go terribly, he guessed. Slytherin house was pretty chill and he tried out for their Quidditch team. Even though he'd previously played at Salem, he got benched again, but he was just happy to play in practice. He joined some clubs and even got to play his music on stage for a performance.
xxxDuring the summer, Roman spent some time hanging out with his dad and the Falmouth Falcons, getting pointers from the pros. When school started up again, Roman tried out for beater again and made first string this time. He'd go on to score several hits and help his team make the Quidditch Cup for the year. After the announcement of the Flower Dance in the spring semester, Roman asked Erykah Barlow to the dance.
xxxAfter their date to the Flower Dance, Roman wrote a bunch of letters to Erykah over the summer but she didn't respond. He thought that maybe he'd been wrong about thinking she liked him too. Roman did spend time practicing with his dad and the Falmouth Falcons. When school started up, Roman got an invite to meet up with Erykah to study together. She explained she'd been super busy out of the country and that was why she didn't respond to his letters. She did reciprocate his feelings though and the two officially started dating. In Quidditch, he helped his team win the Quidditch cup a second year in a row. xxx𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
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