Caine Hawke

Caine Hawke
Gender: Male
Height: Above Average

Blood status: Halfblood
Raised in: Mixed
Home: Unlisted in Residential Areas.

Boggart: Storm cloud.

Patronus: Unknown
Cain is a rambunctious lad who always leads with his heart on his sleeve. Daydreaming and excitement fuel him. He jokes regularly with whomever he finds that will listen, argues a lot, and has a very stubborn streak about him.

A vibrant and willing person, he's always on the go. Known for his quick come backs and excitable nature, Mr. Hawke has found himself in love with life and learning... even if his attention is usually divided between a million things.

He dreams of being an Auror in his future -- taking risks is no problem, nor are the consequences of his actions. Caine is a wild card at every turn; a chaos that roams the halls with both a loyalty, to those he considers his friends, and a playfulness that keeps others on their toes.
Caine was born to a muggle mother and wizard father -- the two had met by accident, and were married before a year was up. Whirlwind and emotional, the two crashed together like the tides of the ocean. When Eira found out about Sebastian's skills, she was surprised and a little frightened -- but they moved past it when she discovered she was carrying their child.

Born on a cold evening, Caine was the screaming ball of energy that their quiet little home wasn't prepared for. He grew, as children do, into a wild little thing that was always challenging, and always changing. Sending him to school was his mother's idea, and his father was appalled. The argument that followed shook the walls, sending the young boy running for cover -- hiding under his covers as he waited for it to stop. His mother got her way.

At 5 years old, he started muggle school. That was where his first displays of magic took place. Alone in a classroom for parent / teacher conferences, he was listening as his parents discussed his... hyperactivity. Speaking of how he was everywhere, never paid attention, and was far more interested in the children around him than the actual activity of learning.

He was angry. He passed, so he was doing well enough. The teacher's chair moved, and she fell as she tried to sit -- earning him a sharp look from his father, and a surprised one from his mother. Playing it off had been easy, but Caine was monitored from there. Control. Try to keep himself in check. He understood.

During the summer of his 11th year, a letter came for him that changed his life forever. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Another argument that sounded like thunder, while Caine hid. His mother didn't want him to go, but his father insisted he had to learn to control that part of himself. Always thunder. Caine was hauled from his room and given the choice; stay or go away. To stop the storm, he chose to go.

His first year was hard; the first storm there left him sobbing in his dormitory. The loud thunder reminded him of the yelling, the fighting, and the tides. But with the help of his friends, he recovered and dove into the work and home that he found there.

When his friends argued, he oftentimes tried to be the peace keeper -- to stop the storm before it broke. That summer, another storm. Fighting so badly once he got home that he wanted nothing more than to be in those dormitories, which would house him with his friends so he didn't have to worry about the rage.

Second year was easy. He loved his rooms, and he loved his friends. He learned and grew as he was supposed to, easily surpassing his peers in height. He was a long, wild thing that learned to put one foot forward -- creating an echoing network of friends across the houses, as many as he could gather.

Summer was... rough again. Going home was something he didn't look forward to. The fights were worse, but at thirteen he could handle them better. They were a fact of life, but still terrifying in their own way.

Third year was a challenge again. His grades weren't the best, he was easily distracted, and always on the go. Unfortunately, that was also the year he learned about Boggarts and how to fix them -- called to the front to face his fears when he wasn't ready. The doors opened and the thing crept out with a roar so loud he couldn't hear. The thunder, and the scream. He covered his ears. And it had to be removed, but he didn't give up. He fought the fear and, at a later date, tried to face the thing again.

Summer came again. Caine locked himself away most of the time. Fourteen now, he tried to avoid the arguments as much as possible. He was like his father in that way; he'd argue right back if he had to.

Fourth year came upon him. Quick studies, and working hard. He pulled his grades up to... decent. He wasn't the best student, but he actually tried. Midway through the year, a note came from his father; his parents were going to be separating. He didn't know how to feel at first, and the downward spiral was only stopped by his friends -- who supported him as he worked through it.

After a week or so, he decided that it was for the best; the thunder could finally stop. It could rest. He finished his year, and returned home for the summer. His mother's things were gone, but she came to see him. He spent half of the summer at his father's home that he'd grown up in, and half at his mother's flat in the center of London.

His mother saw him off for his fifth year, and he left her on the platform -- eyes ahead to the future and glad that, for once in his fifteen years of life, there'd been no storms.