Carwyn Pendragon
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Smile for the Camera
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Carwyn Pendragon
+Full Name+
Carwyn Pendragon
+Alias(es)+
Car, Wyn, 'The Dragon', Pendragon
+Birthday+
July 23rd
+Nationality+
Welsh
+Race+
Human/Wizard
+Blood Status+
Pure Blood
+School+
Hogwarts
+School House+
Gryffindor
+Scar/Tattoos+
Few of both, you can explore me to see
+Relationship+
Single, ready to mingle
+Occupation+
Aspiring Professional Quidditch Player
+Played By+
Paul Wesley
+Height+
6 feet
+Weight+
Two hundred pounds (95.25 kg)
+Hair Colour+
Dark Blonde to Light Brown
+Eye Colour+
Light green, though they can look blue green
+Addictions+
Quidditch!!!!
Slytherin Girls
+Voice+
Click Here
+Scent+
Coming off the Quidditch pitch he smells like last week's dirty laundry. After the shower - cold air, leather, a touch of smoke from a soothing fire.
+Theme Song+
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Deep Dive
Appearance:
Picture a boy who looks like trouble long before he opens his mouth.
Carwyn carries himself with the careless confidence of someone who has never doubted he belongs exactly where he stands. He is tall and lean in the way athletes are, built for speed rather than brute strength, with long limbs and easy balance that makes even standing still look relaxed. There is a constant looseness to him, like he’s always one step away from leaning back in his chair or vaulting onto a broom. His hair is a mess of warm light-brown strands that never seem to stay where they’re supposed to. It’s thick and naturally tousled, usually pushed back with impatient fingers rather than a comb, leaving it looking windswept even indoors. When he flies, the wind only makes it worse.
His face is sharp in an effortless sort of way. A strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose give him striking features without making him look severe. His brows are expressive, often tilted with amusement or mischief, and his mouth has a permanent habit of curling into a half-smirk that suggests he’s already thought of something sarcastic to say. His eyes are the kind that notice everything. Bright, sharp, and a warm hazel that shifts between brown and light green depending on the light. They carry a glint of challenge most of the time, like he’s quietly daring the world to keep up with him.
There’s something undeniably charismatic about him, though he’d probably deny it if anyone pointed it out. Carwyn has the kind of face people remember, not because it’s perfect, but because it’s expressive. It changes constantly with whatever reckless thought crosses his mind. Even in uniform he rarely looks properly put together. His white shirt is usually a little wrinkled, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, and his red-and-gold tie hangs perpetually loosened at his collar. The effect isn’t sloppy so much as deliberately rebellious, like rules are things other people worry about.
And when he smiles, not the smug little smirk he throws around so often, but a real grin, it transforms him completely. Bright, crooked, and a little dangerous, the kind of smile that explains exactly why people tend to forgive him far more than they probably should. .
Personality:
Carwyn is the sort of person who walks into a room like it’s already his stage. He has a natural, effortless confidence that borders on arrogance. To him, the world is something to be tested, pushed, and occasionally laughed at. Rules are suggestions, authority is negotiable, and boredom is the greatest crime imaginable. If something can be turned into a challenge, a joke, or a competition, Carwyn will do it without hesitation. He’s quick-witted, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidate. Teachers sigh when they see him coming because he’s clever enough to toe the line without ever fully crossing it, and charming enough to talk his way out of trouble when he does. He thrives on banter and rarely passes up the chance to tease someone, especially if he knows it will get a reaction.
But underneath the swagger, there’s more awareness than he lets on. Carwyn is highly observant. He notices the small things people try to hide: the flicker of hesitation before someone speaks, the subtle shift in mood across a room, the way someone’s confidence cracks when they think no one is looking. He rarely calls people out on it directly, but he remembers everything. His teasing often lands right on the edge of uncomfortable truth, which is part of why it gets under people’s skin. Risk doesn’t frighten him. In fact, he seems to thrive on it. Whether it’s flying too fast on a broom, pushing the limits of a spell, or provoking someone who clearly wants to hex him, Carwyn lives for that rush of adrenaline. It’s not recklessness for its own sake, though. He trusts his instincts deeply and has a knack for landing on his feet even when things look like they’re about to fall apart.
Despite all his bravado, he isn’t entirely immune to vulnerability. He simply hides it well. Carwyn would rather deflect with humor than admit when something actually matters to him. When he cares about someone, it shows through actions rather than words: showing up unexpectedly, helping without making a big deal of it, or quietly standing beside them when things get difficult.
In many ways, Carwyn is a storm disguised as a grin: unpredictable, restless, and impossible to ignore once he’s swept into someone’s orbit.
Aspiration:
Carwyn has always known exactly what he wants: a place on a professional Quidditch team. The pitch is the only place he’s ever truly felt at home, where his confidence, instinct, and competitive drive actually mean something. Recently, that dream stopped being hypothetical when a professional team expressed interest in him. The offer, however, comes with conditions. If Carwyn wants the position waiting for him after graduation, he has to make it through his final year at school without sabotaging his own future—something his attitude and reputation have made far from guaranteed. For once, raw talent won’t be enough. If he wants the career he’s been chasing his entire life, Carwyn will have to prove he’s capable of more than just skill on a broom—he’ll have to show he can grow up.
Education:
Carwyn is currently finishing his final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a Gryffindor student. His academic record has always been… questionable. Known for spending far more time on the Quidditch pitch than in the classroom, he has a habit of treating lectures like optional suggestions and assignments like inconveniences. Despite his chronic lack of effort, Carwyn manages to scrape through his classes by the narrowest of margins, relying on natural ability and last-minute work to keep himself from completely failing out.
Lover:
Carwyn has never been short on attention, nor particularly shy about accepting it. Over the years he’s had his fair share of romantic encounters with girls from every Hogwarts house, more experimental and spontaneous than serious. Long-term commitment has never held much appeal for him; most of his connections begin with charm, chemistry, and a shared sense of fun rather than any promise of permanence.
Despite the casual nature of those relationships, Carwyn rarely leaves things on bad terms. He tends to maintain friendly connections with many of the girls he’s been involved with, the sort of easy familiarity that sometimes drifts back into flirtation or the occasional rekindled spark. To him, it’s all part of the same carefree rhythm he approaches most of life with.
Lately, however, one particular person has started to complicate that pattern. His crush doesn’t respond to his usual charm the way others do, and the more she refuses to be impressed by him, the more fascinated Carwyn becomes. Whether he realizes it or not, she may be the first person who challenges the effortless way he’s always approached love. -
Just Carwyn
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