<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/EBKlpJ5.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Silas Cork<br/><strong>Age/Birth date</strong>: 22 / June 25th<br/><strong>Blood Status</strong>: Muggle Born<br/><strong>House</strong>: Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Year</strong>: 6th Year<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10'', Surprisingly Flexible.<br/><strong>Apparation liscense?</strong>No. He failed and hasn't retaken it yet.<br/><strong>FaceClaim</strong>: Kevin Allen<br/><strong>Height/Weight</strong>: 6'2'' / 155lbs<br/><strong>Hair Color</strong>: Dark Brown<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Hazelnut Brown<br/><strong>Distinguishing Marks</strong>:  Long scar up his left leg from a biking accident as a child.<br/><strong>Sexual Orentation</strong>: Pansexual<br/><strong>Home</strong>: Leeds, England<br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Silas is aloof and likes a good joke. Sometimes, he has a habit of being overly kind and positive in order to make up for his family history, not that he has told anyone about it. He would rather smile and relax than to do anything 'responsible'. Silas is a terrible flirt, but he has never attempted a committed relationship. The idea of marriage and children actually terrifies him. He is no stranger to a slap in the face after a bad breakup. Silas doesn't see himself as having friends. Acquaintances, but never really friends.<br/><br/><strong>Family</strong>:<em>Lavender Cork.</em>Single mother and muggle from Leeds, currently living in London. She admits to not knowing who Silas' father is. Stating that the week he could have been conceived was a "particularly busy week".<br/><br/><em>Johnathan Cork</em>. Grandfather of Silas. Owns a small hotel in Leeds. Took over care of Silas after Lavender abandoned him and his wife passed away.<br/><br/><strong>History</strong>: Silas is the Great Grandson of bank robber, kidnapper, murderer; Donald Neilson. After marriage to Irene Tate, Neilson left the army and started a family. Their daughter, Kathryn Neilson was born in 1960. Neilson took to small house robberies in his early years. Notably racking up over 400 known burglaries. However, proceeds from small houses were low and after stealing a number of guns and ammunition from a household, he took to holding up small post offices from 1971-1974. There were a total of eighteen of these robberies. He first upgraded the violence of his crimes when he was caught by a postmaster and sub-postmistress. The man managed to wrestle the mask off his face before Neilson broke several of the man's toes and escaped. The sub-postmistress managed to give an accurate description of his face to law enforcement.<br/><br/>From there, Neilson shot two sub-postmasters and a sub-postmistress's husband. He also brutally beat the sub-postmistress who had described him to the police. His final killing was one he had planned for three years. An heiress named Lesley Whittle. He only asked for a small amount of money for a ransom, but through a series of police bungles and other circumstances, the ransom money was never delivered to the proper place at the proper time. Her body was found hung by a wire.<br/><br/>After his imprisonment, it came to light how he dominated over his wife and daughter. Irene went to prison for 12 months for her involvement in burning stolen post orders after his capture, but when she was released, she found that their daughter had run away. Fourteen year old Kathryn was never found.<br/><br/>Kathryn changed her name to something common, April Smith, so as to avoid being known as the daughter of Donald Neilson and moved to Leeds. While only fourteen, she lied to gain a job by saying she was sixteen. She cleaned rooms at a local hotel. It was cheap work, but it was far from anything her father had ever done. Four years later, she married Johnathan Cork, son of the hotel owner and had a daughter of her own in 1978, who was named Lavender Cork.<br/><br/>Lavender was a girl of, what could be described as, loose morals. It was not uncommon for her, in her teenage years, to steal hotel room keys for her dalliances. When she turned up pregnant just before her 18th birthday, no one was truly surprised. Lavender left her son to be cared for mostly by her mother and father. Silas proved to be a handful as a child. He was extremely energetic and outgoing. He would wake up talking and fall asleep talking most days.<br/><br/>It wasn't till his grandmother's passing when he was ten that they found the letters that Kathryn/April had written to her own mother later in life. They found out the truth of who Silas' great grand father had been. It was this, coupled with the stress of a neglectful mother, and the loss of his grandmother that Silas had his first noticeable bought of accidental magic. He was riding his bike, fast, down the road and crying when the chain suddenly snapped off. It wrapped around his leg and he went tumbling over the handlebars and into a tree. Leg badly cut, he just sat crying as tree branches fell around him.<br/><br/>The Ministry intervened at that point, explaining to his mother and grandfather the situation. About what Silas was. Rather than wanting to deal with the responsibility, Lavender asked them to take Silas away. Grandfather Johnathan stepped in and said he would take care of everything and ensure that all the Ministry's rules and regulations were followed about Silas' schooling before attending an actual wizarding school. Lavender chose to have herself obliviated and moved to London. When she makes one of her rare visits to see her father, she has no idea that Silas is her child and just thinks he a child of one of the long time inhabitants of the hotel. As much as it pains Johnathan, he has to pretend like Silas isn't his grandson when she's around and restrain his anger towards his daughter over her choice.<br/><br/>At sixteen, he was admitted to Hogwarts and by that time, he had learned to ignore the nagging feelings of inferiority over what his mother had done and what is in his 'genes'. He chooses to meet each day with a smile, even if he wants to punch a wall.<br/><br/>Through his years at Hogwarts, he has always tried to take the easy way out. Never wanting to excel at anything, but never wanting to fail. Though he did fail his Apparation test and has been too sour about it to retake it yet. Silas wants to be average and forgettable, because he can't bare the thought of anyone actually caring about him and him disappointing them. He has spent the last six years pretending to be mediocre and even giving credit to the occasional work partner that they are the one who made their project succeed, even if it was him.<br/><br/><strong>Likes</strong>: Boys, girls, and everything in between and beyond. Muggle vehicles, especially motorcycles. Surprisingly good at baking bread. Secretly, he likes cuddly animals and Wizard's Chess...but he always lets his partner win if he thinks he's going to win.<br/><strong>Dislikes</strong>: Being too noticeable. Narrow minded people. Bullies.<br/><strong>Best Known For</strong>: Hitting on anything with a heartbeat. Being particularly nasty with breakups. His sometimes dark humor when it comes to death.<br/><strong>Moments of Glory</strong>: Fixing up his grandfather's motorcycle by himself and riding it to King's Cross.<br/><strong>Moments of Shame</strong>: Forgetting that he couldn't leave the motorcycle at King's Cross all school year and find out it had been impounded and his grandfather made him scrub toilets at the hotel for two months to pay back the cost of getting it out of impound.<br/><strong>Biggest Regret:</strong>Never apologizing to the first girl he broke up with. Mary. She had thought they were a couple and he'd laughed at her when she started crying when he told her to get lost. She said that for all his jokes and smiles, he was a heartless. Silas never spoke to her again and actively avoids her to this day.<br/><strong>Extra curricular subjects</strong>: Arithmancy (surprisingly, he enjoys the routine of numbers), Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies<br/><strong>Marks</strong>:<br/><br/><em>Charms</em>- A<br/><em>Transfiguration</em>- A<br/><em>Herbology</em>- T<br/><em>Defense Against the Dark Arts</em>- A<br/><em>History of Magic<em> - A<br/><em>Potions</em> - D<br/><br/>(optional courses)<br/><em>Care of Magical Creatures</em> - A<br/><em>Arithmancy</em> - O (oops, he didn't mean to do that)<br/><em>Muggle Studies</em> - A<br/><br/></em></em><hr/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Connections:</span></strong><br/><br/><strong><em>Topher Dubois:</em></strong>I don't like him, except his ass. He doesn't like me...but hey, got to have someone to talk to once in a while. Might as well be this sorry sack. He's really not that bad, sometimes. Occasionally. Okay, like 2% of the time. He really does have a nice ass though.<br/><br/><strong><em>Loveday Marley:</em></strong>Ugh, I just don't know what to do with this girl. We had a fun time together. Why can't she just leave it at that? Like it's my fault she couldn't take a hint? I swear, she blames that bloody wand of hers for the next stinging hex and I'm going to blow a gasket.<br/><br/><strong><em>Nathaniel Warde:</em></strong>Is he still alive? What a fucking wanker. I was sure someone would have cursed him by now.<br/><br/><strong><em>Moray Morrigan:</em></strong>Flirt with Moray? What? No. She just...no. She like a kid. 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