Wesley Rosetti

MODERATE • 6+ YEARS

TWENTY-ONE • OBLIVIATOR • PUREBLOOD

Basics

FULL NAME: Wesley Rosetti
ALIAS: Wes
BIRTHDAY: July 28
YEAR: Fifth
HOUSE: Gryffindor
SEXUALITY: Straight
LOYALTIES: Himself

Physical Description

PLAY BY: Jensen Ackles
HAIR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 5'10"
BUILD: Fit, lightly muscled
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Various small scars accumulated over the years
STYLE: Jeans, t-shirts, thermals

Personality

Wesley is confident, cocky, and sometimes extremely arrogant. He'll talk to almost anyone, is quite friendly, and extremely competitive. He has a passion for flying and loves Quidditch. He's a little bit of a ladies man and a huge flirt, but when a girl has his attention he's extremely loyal. He's trustworthy, witty, always has something to say, and is very rarely ever serious unless he has to be. He also does not do well with his feelings.

Extras

QUIRKS:
Runs his fingers through his hair when he's stressed, bites his lip when he's turned on or finds someone attractive, cracks his knuckles at least twice a day, picks at his lips if he's nervous, clenches his jaw when he's angry
LIKES: Girls, Quidditch, being right, independence, freedom, sweets, working out, staying fit, being outdoors, the cold, snow, making people laugh
DISLIKES: Poor hygiene, snobs, lack of self-respect, push-overs, liars, being told what to do, homework, school
STRENGTHS: Intelligence, wit, humor, physical fitness, flying, charisma
WEAKNESSES: His mother, crying girls, mention of his father's death

PATRONUS: His family all together
BOGGART: His mother's death
DEMENTOR: His father's death
VERITASERUM: He knows about how his father died
MIRROR OF ERISED: Power and success

FAMILY:
Mother: Amelia Rosetti (nee Hewitt)
Father: John Rosetti (Deceased)
Is an only child
PETS: N/A
WAND: --

History

Wesley Rosetti was born to John and Amelia Rosetti, and he was quite the surprise. His parents met back when they were in Hogwarts, (Amelia a Hufflepuff, John a Slytherin) but never did actually get together until a couple of years after graduation. Amelia was twenty two, and John was twenty three. They wished to take it slow but ended up getting pregnant with Wesley, and so they quickly decided to get married to appease their strict Pureblood families. They were overwhelmed with joy to find out that Wes was a boy, and therefore could be the heir without them having to birth any more children. They did not wish to have any children to begin with.

Wesley grew up as a spoiled little boy, but was taught respect and how to act around others. He was taught manners, politeness, and generally how to uphold the family values even after his father's time. Which ended up coming around sooner than any of them could imagine. His father, delving in the arts of Dark Magic as his side-job (he worked within the Ministry) he was killed on one of his missions, leaving his jobless wife and his eight year old son that idolized him.

Wesley took the death particularly hard, especially seeing how it effected his mother, and so he was forced to grow up at a very young age. But he did his best to ensure his mother didn't slip away into an unreachable place, until he was sent off to Hogwarts at the age of eleven. Without her son there, Amelia turned into a shell of who she used to be and that is what Wes is forced to deal with each and every time he is sent home at holidays. He has no other immediate family living close by.

Acceptance Letter Response

Wesley sighed as he stared off across the lake, interested in watching the sunset as it slowly began it's descent from the sky. The moon was to take the night shift, and sooner than he would have liked it to. Having to be the rock that supported his Mum each and every day was slowly beginning to take it's toll on the young boy, but what else could he do? She was his everything, especially after the abrupt death of his provider. He placed his broom on the side of him as he stretched his legs out before him, content to let his mind wander and hopefully settle after a while.

It was well after dark when he heard his name, distant and yet clear, ringing out across the empty space between himself and his home. He tossed a careless look over his shoulder, wondering if maybe he was hearing things, but when it came again he knew not to ignore it. More than likely (if it wasn't the maid) it was his mother, and the last thing she needed was to be upset even more than she normally was. He was quick to stand and grab his trusty broom before he began to dart off along the familiar path, racing toward his home.

His frail looking Mum was leaning against the door frame when he got there, slightly breathless, hair tousled and he tilted his head curiously. "Yes, Mummy?" She wordlessly held up an envelope of the sorts, curiously enough because he never received mail. He plucked it from her gentle grasp, wondering why she didn't give it to him in the morning, but figured she may have forgotten. He opened it quickly and with fumbling fingers before pulling out the crisp parchment. Reading the first line was all it took before he was staring up at the woman with wide, blue eyes. "I-I'm.. going to Hogwarts?"

Thanks to Masterofpuppets for Our Source Code