[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] Wy

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] October 21st

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] muggle born

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] heterosexual

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] male

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] New Orleans, Louisiana

[attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] GENERAL[break][break] Occupation:Auror for American Ministry[break] Education Background: Salem, former aylward[break] Wand:10" Hawthorne, billywig stinger [break][break] PERSONALITY[break][break] Likes: baked goods, lakes and oceans, charms, having people around, making friends[break] Dislikes: spinach, smoking, letting people down, his friends struggling [break] Strengths: dependable, optimistic, tenacious, fighter, sentimental [break] Weaknesses: baked goods, independent woman, quick to defend people, puppy eyes, loneliness[break] Overall Personality:Friendship is a thing that Wylie holds very dear. He has a very watchful heart and generally has a soft spot for anyone in need. with losing his family he tends to treat those that are his friends as his family. Even when he was back home he was always the caretaker in his family. It is something that Wylie always did. He will always fight for the underdog as well. Sometimes it is a blind optimism but really he just wants to be a better man than his father.[break]

The scars from burns he still has on his wrists full that fire to be better. So he is determined to be good at the things he does. The last thing he need is anyone saying that he never tried. Sometimes he is too hard on himself and doesn’t take into consideration how much worth the small victories have. [break]

Even with his kind demeanor Wylie does have enemies. He has little tolerance for bullying and will fight fights that aren’t exactly his to get involved with. With his temper comes this idea of fight first talk later and that has gotten him in some trouble but does seem to help with his job.[break]

Just because Wylie does have this air of fists and grit about him doesn’t mean he has no brain. Wylie is a little more made of street smarts but he does have some sort of southern sass to him. Especially hanging around a cajun family for a good portion of his life.[break]

There is little he regrets. The biggest things that does haunt him is the fact that he never was able to figure out what happened to his family, being the only magical child out of a muggle family of six kids. The one night he did visit home there was no trace of the family that once lived in the little blue trailer that he has vivid memories of playing tag around.[break]

So he keeps himself busy making sure his friends are taken care of.That has led to him not having the best luck with relationships. Wylie wants to be a giver but seems to fall for very determined independent woman. They always end up falling short because of this or that reason but has a good streak of keeping friendships out of those failed girlfriends.[break][break] HISTORY[break][break] Family:[break] • Arlo Giroux, 44, muggle, father[break] • Mary Chalker, 44, muggle, mother[break] • Olivie Giroux, 24, muggle, sister[break] • Louis Geroux, 19, muggle, brother[break] • Colette Giroux, 17, muggle, sister[break] • Emilie Giroux, 16, sister[break] • Orlan Giroux, 13, brother[break]Birth Place: Natchez, Mississippi [break] Overall History: Wylie has always been an adventurous boy. When he was old enough to walk he was trying to run sort. That wasn’t much of a problem because while his family didn’t have much they did have plenty land for the kids to run around in. That is if you could call a trailer park land. It didn’t make much of a difference to the youngins. They would all run around playing tag with shoes off in the dust or mud.Really his parents were never married. His father was in and out of jail while his mother struggled with drugs and raising six children. [break]


It was up to him and his older sister to make sure their younger siblings didn’t get into too much of a tough spot. Sometimes that meant stealing, other times it was just asking the neighbors if they could have whatever left-overs they had to offer. Somehow they were never taken away. The community was not about losing their kin to the government. [break]

As hard as most people liked to say he had it Wylie never saw it that way. He had friends, his siblings, a flat soccer ball, and the fire hydrant on the corner for hot summer days. Sure there were some nights his stomach would hurt from being hungry but that was just life.

He knew no different until it turned out that he had magic. His youngest brother had been throwing a new tennis ball he found. It was a ratty thing that anyone was hard pressed to call yellow. As he was tossing it it went to high and got stuck on the top of one of the trailers. Wylie walked over to see his brother with large tears running down his face and dirty hands just pushing mud around his cheeks. Frantically Wylie was trying to do anything to get the ball: trying to climb up the side paneling, only to fall on his butt, throwing sticks that just got stuck next to the ball, defeated and desperate he was just staring at the ball and then it whizzed right at him. [break]

Wylie was the only child that ended up being magical.The day that he found out he was eight, ran straight to his mom, dragging his little brother with one hand and holding up the ball with the other. she didn’t believe him in the least even when Lee was nodding and pointing at the ball, sniffing and whipping his dirty face of the tears that were still making his cheeks wet. [break][break]
Trigger warning: abuse [/break]
The day that he got his first letter from Salem his eyes were bright and curious. It was one of the times that his father was home, instantly the letter was snatched from the boys hands. His dad looked over the letter sternly, cigarette hanging from his lips and the ash falling onto the parchment that was delicately written on. “What’s this shit?” He spat over the cigarette. [break]

“Just a letter,” Wylie responded timidly. [break]

“from some fancy school, what you think you better than this? Than your family?” The man screamed at his son instantly tearing the letter in half and taking his cigarette, promptly putting it out on Wylie’s arm.
Wylie cried and begged for his dad to stop. “You are no better than anyone in this family son.” [break]

The letters did keep coming and with everyone Wylie desperately tried to hide them. A few were found and again he received more burns. One day a representative of the school came to talk to Wylie’s parents. He stood in the hallway that led to the room that he and his siblings shared.[break]

“We understand m’am, but there is now way we can just let the boy go all the way up there.” By that time Wylie was out in the open looking between his parents, a mother who was clearly strung out and his father with that cigarette that was always in his mouth. [break]

“But..what if I wanna?” [break]

“Doesn’t matter because you don’t got a choice.” His father replied in a voice that was sweet for him. Wylie was wincing prepared to be used as an ashtray again, but with the Salem rep there his father was trying to play nice. [break]

The next weeks were a mess with the woman who had come to their house stopping by again and again; sometimes with others sometimes without. In the end he was taken and put under supervision of the school. Wylie never knew what happened to the rest of his family. He was told to cut all ties, even if he did try to call and write. Never did he get a response.[break]

It was a lonely first year at the school with no one he knew and practically nothing but the cloths on his back and the burn scars on his wrist. Though he found friends fast being placed in Aylward. It was all new and super exciting. All Wylie wanted was to be better than his parents. [break]

While in Salem his friends ended up being his family. One in particular was Renee Dubois. The summers he would spend down in the bayou with the DuBois family welcomed as if he was one of their own. Of course it made him miss his own but he hadn’t been able to get one word about them.[break]

When he graduated Wylie hadn't a clue what to do with himself. That was when Renee suggested training to be an Auror. At first he laughed at his friend. With persistence Wylie figured he might as well try. It turned out that he was good at the job and training next to Renee helped them both push each other to be the best they could. Now he is a full fledged Auror and still spends most of his free time with the members of the DuBois family.

[break][break] THE PLAYER[break][break] Age:25[break] Time Zone:mountains [break] Anything Else? ADMIN EDIT - ALICE[break][break] Roleplay Sample: see felix lincoln satagori-hedlund[break]