FULL NAME: Wyatt William Energy Webberley
NICKNAMES: He's not fussed about any nicknames, but some people call him Wy.
AGE/DOB: April 3, 2003. 16
YEAR: Junior
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him
SEXUALITY: Love is a nice FSLT – fried spam, lettuce and tomato sandwich, where the spam is nice and crisp and the tomato is ripe.
HOMETOWN: Cracker Barrel, AL
Cracker Barrel is something of a D-List muggle tourist attraction having gained notoriety in the '70s when a series of unfortunate events cancelled planned construction for a Cracker Barrel in Central Henville, Alabama. The culprit behind these occurrences is said to be the ghost of lesser known outlaw James Jesse who still haunts the abandoned site. While Jesse can be something of a cranky pants, he was equally disappointed when the Old Country Store didn't open its doors. The long-time wizarding locals found the whole thing a hoot and merrily renamed their town in honor of the town's new folklore. Cracker Barrel boasts many scenic wizarding trailer parks and The James Jesse Academy of Magical Learning, a struggling day school still led by its long deceased founder.
APPEARANCE:Wyatt has a very expressive face. Everything he's feeling is writ large on his features, and there's no getting around it. He tries to make up for it by scowling and being surly, but he's generally an upbeat guy, so that doesn't always work.
He's strong, and he has a lot of muscle for his age. However, he doesn’t do targeted workouts with the goal of perfect aesthetics. He’s extremely active, but he doesn’t have defined six pack abs and an adonis belt. He’s still holding onto a little bit of baby fat and he tends towards stockiness. Still, he’s solid.
T-shirt and jeans are Wyatt's typical attire. In the summer, he switches to jean shorts. He cleans up nice, but he'd prefer to not bother. He's about as uncomfortable in formal attire as can be, and keeps it as casual as school rules for the occasion will permit.
HEIGHT: 5'7"
BUILD: Stocky and solid, muscular but not cut.
PB: Gregg Sulkin
INSPO: Pinboard Wyatt is a deeply sensitive, empathetic boy. He can’t stand to see other people hurting, and he has a tendency to tear up upon seeing someone else crying, even if he doesn’t know why they’re doing it. He’s deeply affected by tear jerker movies and plays -- and god forbid the dog dies or he’ll really lose it. However, he hates this about himself. Wyatt thinks it makes him look weak, and encourages others to take advantage of him. Historically, he hasn’t necessarily been wrong, either. Kids in school are hard on a “cry baby”.
In defense, he developed a facade of trying to act the opposite. It helped that he was always the biggest kid in his class. He has a surly, chest-puffed attitude. You wanna go, bro? He’s perpetually ready to fight his peers over a slight provocation. Ideally, he has enough of a reputation that he won’t have to, but he’s not afraid to get his knuckles bloody. He tries to act unaffected by things that make him sad. He makes inappropriate, sometimes even mean, jokes just to show how cool and aloof he is. He doesn’t want to be seen as a bully, but the word has been floated about him, and he prefers it to pansy.
Part of his tough guy front is that Wyatt absolutely hates being called a coward. He’ll do anything he’s challenged to do in a mocking tone. Bock bock? Bet he’s about to do whatever it is. He’ll be the first one to jump off the bridge, even if he’s terrified, so long as no one can call him a chicken.
Despite his attempt to come off like a tough guy, Wyatt still tends towards dramatics. He doesn’t believe it when it’s pointed out to him, because he definitely has a tight handle on his emotions, thank you very much, but even though he mostly has the water works under lock and key, that doesn’t mean his other emotions aren’t writ large on his face. When he’s mad he is FURIOUS. He’s not a little happy, he is ECSTATIC! His face is expressive, and while he has tried to train it, he can’t completely contain it.
Wyatt seek attention and validation like a plant seeks the sun. He loves being the center of attention, and even though he would be loathe to admit it, his behavior makes it pretty apparent. He’s often the loudest voice in the room, and even in a crowd, you’ll hear him first. When he’s ignored, he becomes petulant and pouty, and may even act out to get the spotlight back.
Because of the cloistered, over protective way he was raised, he has had a fairly sheltered life, particularly in his childhood. This has left certain gaps in his knowledge. He tends to be naive about a lot of things (he’s had
the talk by now, but he was much older than his peers by the time he did, and he still doesn’t always get their salacious jokes). He is also behind on all kinds of pop cultural references, both muggle and magical. He tries to avoid letting on, but it can be hard to pretend to know what you don’t know you don’t know, you know?
He isn’t good at school. A lot of this has to do with starting late, and needing special classes to catch up. That wasn’t his fault, but it didn’t make the other children any kinder to him for barely being able to read and write at eleven. More importantly, it set a mental precedent: school is hard, and bad, and not at all for him.
The one thing he does like about school is sports of any kind. He tends towards a high level of physicality, both in his affection and his aggression, and sports provide a good outlet for a high-energy boy. Besides that, he feels fully in control of his body in a way that he never has his molasses brain. It does what he wants, and because he’s big and in good shape, it tends to do so impressively. It helps him get the approval he craves. That’s the only reason he strives to pass his classes. You can’t play sports if you aren’t at least passing.
FUN FACTS:- Loves animals, but PARTICULARLY dogs
- Back home, he’s known as something of a quidpong champion.
- Big, big fan of Earl Oakhardt, famed NASBROOM flyer.
- Don't cuss in conversation with ladies. Still not sure how to properly respect NB folks, but he tries to err on the side of not cussing when he remembers. To be polite.
- Puts ketchup on everything, no matter how many times people say, "Quit that, it's gross." It is not.
LANGUAGES: English and Southern English
HOBBIES: Broom sports, partying, befriending animals, Divination,
dressing his familiar up in cute outfitsSKILLS:Flying: Wyatt took to a broom like a fish to water. Show him some new maneuver or technique, and he'll learn it with ease. He's surprisingly agile in the air for someone that looks so heavy.
Sneaking: His mama would have never dared to let him step foot on a broom, yet he's a skilled flyer. You do the math. Like many kids with exceptionally overprotective parents, Wyatt dealt with this by becoming very good at sneaking out of the house and lying about it. Despite being under his mama's watchful eye, he had friends and hobbies and parties she never even knew about. He could get in and out of his fourth floor bedroom and he only ever broke a bone doing it once.
Divination: The Sight runs in his family, but it's difficult to say whether Wyatt has real skill in the subject, or just good intuition. He definitely does better with more free form methods than exacting ones.
Befriending Pets and Children: Yeah, he's gotten the "it's because they're on your mental level" joke more than once, but he doesn't care.
FAMILY:Cassandra Webberley, MOTHER. Sometimes seer, full time homemaker.
Susannah Waxweiler, STEP-MOTHER. Diner waitress and don't-ask-questions "acquisition" expert.
Edgar Waxweiler, STEP-BROTHER. Thorntrail junior.
Tatum Webberley-Waxweiler, SISTER. Toddler stuff.
Banjo Webberley-Waxweiler, BUDDY. Watchdog. Goof.
BACKGROUND:Cassandra Webberley came from a long line of successful seers. The women in her family were well known in their hometown of Cracker Barrel. For generations, people would come from miles around to ask them questions, and they would use their chosen divination method to dispense wisdom. Cassandra, though? She always thought that was a load of backwater bullshit. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the knack for it -- she was a natural -- she just didn’t see the point in giving it away for free. She felt that being a seer was like being a carpenter or anything else; if you have a skill, you should monetize it.
This was a break from tradition for the Webberley family, but the locals were willing to adapt. Still, Cassandra wasn’t willing to stick to doing her thing for everyone looking to trade a chicken or a bushel of okra. She started gambling, betting at the local horse races. The Sight is an art, not a science, but she was able to win often enough to more than make up for her losses. That’s where she met Carl, in fact. They hit it off immediately, and their whirlwind romance found them making plans to ditch their dead end town and go where the real money is at: Las Vegas.
To no one’s great surprise, two gambling addicts in love moving to Vegas didn’t have a happy ending. Oh, they lived the high life for a while, spending money almost as fast as they could make it. Until Cassandra found out that she was pregnant, anyway. They made a plan. Get married, make a shit ton on one last bet, and finally settle down. It took a while for the right thing to come along, but finally, Cassandra had a really good feeling about a particular Quodpot game. They didn’t have much cash on hand, so Carl took out a big loan from the vampire mafia (the real power in Vegas). That gamble, though, did not pay off. And when you can’t pay back the vampire mafia, they collect what they’re owed in blood.
Devastated, Cassandra had no choice but to run home to Cracker Barrel. Once Wyatt was born, she swore that she would never let anything happen to him. Her wanderlust turned to over-protectiveness, and her Sight was spoiled by paranoia. Everything looked like a grim, and every reading was a spectre of death. She became obsessed with protecting Wyatt from harm, and raised him in near isolation. She even opted to home school him rather than risk the dangers of public education -- emphasis on the “home” rather than the “school”, because she spent more time teaching him the perils of the world than reading, writing, and arithmetic.
A chance encounter with a diner waitress ended up changing everything for the pair, though. Cassandra and Susannah hit it off immediately. Susannah’s son wasn’t exactly loquacious, but Wyatt didn’t mind. He had spent so much of his childhood isolated from kids his own age that Eddy didn’t need to talk much; he was more than happy to talk enough for the both of them. It took Wyatt so long to realize that his mama’s friend Susannah was actually his mama’s girlfriend that by the time they told the boys that they were moving in together, he was just glad to keep them around.
Moving from his grandparents’ home to a wizarding trailer park may not seem extravagant to most, but for ten year old Wyatt, his world expanded exponentially. Dozens of families lived in the trailer park, so there were always new people and pets to meet. Under Susannah’s gentle encouragement, Cassandra was also talked into letting Wyatt go to school for the first time.
That wasn’t as much fun. In fact, he hated it. He had to take remedial classes to catch up. The other kids made fun of him, until he realized that he was big for his age, and didn’t need to put up with that. He started getting into fights, which earned him a reputation as a troublemaker with his teachers and fellow students alike.
School wasn’t all bad, though. For as much as he hated classes, he discovered that he loved sports. He was big for his age, strong, coordinated, and he took to flying like a fish to water. Though not particularly competitive by nature, Wyatt loved the attention he got from successes on the pitch.
For high school, Wyatt could have decided to attend a small local school. It’s what his mama wanted, anyway; she could keep the boys nearby, where they were safe. And maybe that was part of the appeal of going to one of the four big North American magic (
boarding) schools. He loves his mama, but at some point, a baby bird has to fly. He applied to academically oriented Vercoer Academie because he knew it's where Eddy wanted to go, but he knew he could never get in. Luckily, both boys ended up at Peckenpaugh together. Besides, did you know that Peckenpaugh has quidditch
and quodpot?
WAND: 10 3/4", Poison Sumac,
Hodag Horn.
FAMILIAR: A opossum named
Earl. He found her injured in his yard when she was a baby and raised her.
CAREER GOALS: Some kind of pro broom sports, he ain't picky.
PART-TIME JOB: Peck ‘N’ Paw
CLASSES: Generally, Wyatt isn't academically inclined. He's not a strong reader and doesn't do well with memorization. He hates homework and tests make him panic. He maintains a pretty steady C average, and he's not failing anything, but that's just because he wants to stay in sports.
Charms: Charms is a mixed bag. He's good with putting feelings into spells, and mastering big, theatrical casting motions, but bad with precision and memorization.
Potions: Wyatt struggles with the precision involved in the subject, though the fact that Mr. Berzelius doesn't mind explosions and offers practical exams helps.
Artificing: This is one of Wyatt's better classes, since he does well with hands on work and poorly with theory and exams.
Magizoology & Cryptozoology: One of the few classes Wyatt gives a rat's butt about. He's passionate about animals, and he genuinely tries in this class. It still doesn't mean he has an A though.
Outdoor Magic: This is the single class that Wyatt has a good grade in. Thank you, Mr. Youngblood.
Divination: Wyatt has mixed feelings about this class. He has a family history with Divination, but he also doesn't understand the scientific based approach. His family always emphasized intuition and gut feelings and natural ability. He has some skill, and he likes trying out new methods, but he doesn't like doing homework.
EXTRA-CURRICULARS: Quodpot: Kestrel
Quidditch: Wildgulch Reserve
Adventure Club: Yay adventure!
Culinary Club: He likes to eat.
SORTING?: Overall, the sorting was more than a little nerve wracking for Wyatt. The sorting Path was cool, but as soon as he started being asked questions, he started sweating. In his experience, when people say "there's no wrong answer" there really is a wrong answer, if you say something dumb enough.
He got through it quick enough, though. While he might sweat an unexpected pop quiz, Wyatt is good at going with his gut. Then he had a choice to make, though: follow his brother into Thorntrail, or go with the Path's suggestion? That was the hardest question of all. Ultimately, though, he trusted the path's suggestion, and took the illuminated Wildgulch door.
NAME: Cheryl
EMAIL: achurlishgirl (at) gmail
CDJ: iliekrp
OTHER CONTACT: idk man
TIMEZONE: EST
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QUODPOT
Are you okay with character injuries?: Yes.
Is your character new to the team this year?: N
Playstyle: Wyatt loves sports, but Quodpot is king. He has been following it on a national level since before he even stepped foot on his first broom. This, combined with his athletic prowess and natural ease on a broom, leads to a lot of confidence. Perhaps overconfidence. Okay, downright recklessness. Look, he's fine with getting blown up in the name of the game, so long as he gets to hear the crowd cheer.
QUIDDITCH
House: Wildgulch
Are you okay with character injuries?: Yes.
Will they commit a foul?: Yes. He's not out to murder anyone, but he tends to forget that this is Quidditch and not Quodpot.
Preferred Position: Chaser, beater, keeper, seeker.
Is your character new to the team this year?: Y.
Playstyle: Wyatt is a natural on a broom, but sometimes this makes him too reckless. He's willing to get killed if it scores a goal. He also tends to be too rough, considering this is Quidditch and not Quodpot, but feels like people just need to toughen up! He's happy to be a team player, even if he is fond of the glory of being the one to score. He readily listens to team leadership, even if they tell him to foul or otherwise break rules.