Name: Aruval Minhoken
Age: 15
Background: Born in California, Aruval grew up in an adoptive family. His biological parents were unknown, as he was found in the parking lot of the hospital as a three-month-old. No one knew who his real parents were, so he was put up for adoption. He had no name, no birthday, and absolutely no way of finding himself.
He was raised in a rather free-spirited environment; the people who adopted him believing that a child should make his or her own mistakes. Aruval was the name given to him, Minhoken the name of the family he was adopted by. At the age of 9, he first began to show signs of magic. During his birthday party, Aruval lit the cake on fire while trying to blow the candles out. Later in that same week, Aruval partially transformed into a falcon. Apparently, he was an Animagus.
Two hours after the near-traumatizing incident, the Ministry of Magic arrived and attempted to explain the situation to the Minhokens. This wasn't the first that the Minhoken family had heard/experienced of magic, but they had never actually thought it to be so potent. Aruval's parents immediately asked if there was any way for their son to get training. The present Auror suggested that he be sent to one of the schools in the wizarding world, but that Aruval choose the one that sounded like the best for him.
Of course, the choices were few and far between, but the number of pamphlets received by owl were daunting. Aruval began piling them in a heap in the middle of his bedroom floor. Three days of getting brochures and letters left him with a sizable pile in which his choice lay. His method of choice? When the mail stopped flooding, he started digging. His hand deep in the pile of thick envelopes, he grabbed one and pulled it out without looking. "When I'm fifteen, I'm going to this school. I know it's random, but... Don't let me see it till then."
After six and a half years, Aruval finally opened the envelope. The letter inside revealed that (lucky him) he was going to an american wizarding school. Salem Magickal Institute, no less. "Oh, well. No traveling abroad for me!" he said. Three days later, his bags were packed, he had his wand/books/cauldron/etc., and he was on his way, Lickles curled up in the hood of his hoodie.
Likes: Chocolate, riding horses, listening to music, surfing
Dislikes: Mushrooms, bullies, people who can't sing on TV
Schedule: undetermined
Pet: Small Wyvern named Lickles
House:
Alter Ego: Kurama1313
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