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BASIC INFO

Name: Lysander Xenophilius Scamander. People call him everything. He doesn't actually mind Sandy Scandy that much.
Age & Birthday: 20, 31/05/2006. 9:52 am; Gemini sun, Leo moon, Leo ascending
Schooling: Hogwarts. Ravenclaw 2017-2024
Occupation: Solicitor's Apprentice at a small non-profit for the welfare of magical creatures.
Sexuality: Faaairly certain he's on that good ol ace array somewhere.
Gender & Pronouns: He/him, but like, not bothered by a they thrown in there.
Blood Status: Halfblood

APPEARANCE

Height: 5'10"
Hair: Blonde
Eyes:Blueygreen
Manner of Dress: It’s like your grandpa’s always golfing. He wears business casual even when he’s not at work and wears a suit even though his job has told him it’s fine to dress down. Very sensible sneakers.
General Vibes: Spicy nerd.
Notable Features: Glasses, constantly. His accent is the same Irish lilt as the rest of his family. His tone's always emphatic, fast, like he has very important things to say and he wants to get them out at breakneck speed. This slows just a little bit in normal conversation, quickens again at work or when he's talking about an idea or subject he's passionate about.

PERSONALITY

Please list at least personality 5 traits, and elaborate on them with a few sentences (or more).
Outspoken Lysander is the type to have an opinion about absolutely everything. And you'll know exactly what it is, at as loud a volume and as fast a pace as he can possibly muster, like he's trying to get it all out before someone tells him to shut up. Lysander doesn't really see the reason to hide any of his own opinions or thoughts, and this gets him into trouble. Still, he's just as likely to speak up on other people's behalf as he is his own, to whatever end.
Intelligent The most annoying thing about him. He really is smart. He was always the kind of student who when told to read one book would read the book, and then every other significant body of work by that author, and about ten other similar tomes on whatever subject. He doesn't so much study as attack information in order to absorb it. Lysander notices patterns easily,and details. He's extremely observant, at least when it comes to objective facts. This eye for detail aids him in both noticing when he hasn't seen a particular bird breed before, and in finding law loopholes. It does not pop up when he's trying to note emotions in other people. More's the pity.
Abrasive Lysander comes off a little brusque. Like perhaps he's irritated, or just somewhat too busy to be engaging in the conversation someone's trying to engage him in. When he speaks, that's heightened by how snappish he always sounds. It's just that he's much too busy to engage in normal conversation. He's well aware of social niceties, but they just take so much time, and he's busy. Much better to lightly insult someone so they leave him alone. Nothing he says is particularly invasive or cruel on purpose,and he has yet to figure out that some people just love winding him up and get prickly on purpose, but that's a price he'll have to pay.
Big SoftieLysander, underneath all of his considerable bluster, cares very deeply about those he loves best and will fight to hell and back for them. That extends to others, too. He also can't stand to see anyone in any kind of pain, emotional or physical. He's absolutely no good at comforting most people himself. But he does try. He's just more likely to offer to punch someone for you than give you a hug. It's a significant offer; he's very bad at punching, but has almost inevitably done it in defense of someone or other. He almost certainly also broke his hand doing it.
Grounded Another strange thing to say about a Lovegood progeny, but there had to be at least one. Where the rest of his family sort of floats with the wind, Lysander makes plans. He is organized. There are moments and spikes where he is able to be spontaneous, but for the most part he's rooted in reality. Even in the magical world, he's managed to find the most prosaic corners and thrives there. He wants to be a solicitor, for god's sake. His attraction to the boring probably speaks to his need for control, which is definitely there.



Independent. One of the fundamental commonalities between the Scamander twins; maybe one of the only traits beside their identical faces that shows they're twins in the first place. If Lysander wants to do something, he, too, is almost certainly just going to do it. While an excellent student at Hogwarts, he missed out on a lot of accolades because he just didn't listen to rules. He would be late for curfews a lot, skip classes if he didn't think they mattered, and other small infractions. Now that his literal job is to learn the law, one would think he'd be doing better, but Lysander still finds more joy in manipulating loopholes than being good and sticking to the letter of the law. He's also never apologized for his mannerisms, his strange, rather nerdy interests, or anything else about his personality. It's part of him, take it or leave it. This grows beyond just independence into a sheer anti-authority streak, really. Lysander cannot stand anyone telling him what to do, and it’s the Achilles heel of his own success.

HISTORY

Notable Family Members:

MOTHER:Luna Lovegood; magizooligist extraordinaire and calmest most eccentric Hogwarts teen fighter. Also the only person who Lysander calms down around voluntarily.
FATHER: Rolf Scamander; son of Newt, quieter, sterner, Lysander also doesn’t take after him.
TWIN! Lorcan Scamander, it’s easier now that they don’t have the same hair, but they’re different enough that it was always pretty easy to tell who was who

History:
FERAL BABY DAYS:Lysander emerged into the world less than an hour behind his brother, yelling to be heard from the very first moment he was able, as though he knew he had exactly 51 minutes to make up for. He spent his early childhood in his grandfather's semi-guidance. Luna and Rolf were gone a lot, exploring the world, which was never really a problem. They just left their babies at home with Grandpa Xeno, who Lysander liked a lot. He had rebuilt his chess-piece home, and it was a perfect play-place for a young boy. Or an old-young boy, in Lysander's case. It was here where Lysander learned some of his most crotchety habits. Wake up with the sun. Eat raisin bran. He imprinted pretty hard on the old man, and became an old man himself. He was never so adventurous as his parents or brother, and sort of liked staying in one place. He didn't love when his parents sent him to Marion to be babysat instead.Why should he have to associate with other kids? Lysander definitely did not play well with others, which should've been a big predictor for the future.


But that was all right, because Lysander often just liked wandering off alone to read. He and Lorcan never went to a formal elementary school, and never had tutors or anything like that. They were sort of brought up with the very spirit of unschooling; encouraged to find their passions and follow them. They went on adventures in the wilderness with their parents as soon as they possibly could. Lysander complained through a lot of these. He was a little fussy. He didn't like the cold or anything that resembled danger. He took a lot of books with him. All the most boring science texts he could lay his grubby little hands on, and he cut a really stupid figure of a little grandpa . His parents were at least glad he was exploring his mind, and provided as many chemistry texts as his heart desired. Lysander was always proud of learning, and spouted facts back. It was through the academic lens, and not just for the adventure like any normal child, that he began really loving the lifestyle. He took after his father's side of the family, with an encyclopedic breadth of knowledge for almost every animal they studied.


He learned to memorize books, and learned he liked quieter hobbies. He's been a birdwatcher since he was a child, and at the age of about nine, started a journal full of magical and muggle birds he's seen. It's his goal, always has been, to find and catalogue a few breeds of his own.


HOGWARTS: But first he had to go to school, which was...strange. The hat considered him for all the houses in turn, but tossed him ultimately between Gryffindor (for his mouth) and Ravenclaw (for his brain,) but he was knowledge- driven enough to be sorted into Ravenclaw; sub-category, loudmouth nerd. And he did love being in a place where his skills for deductive reasoning and memorizing dry texts were so valuable. Lysander got very good grades almost immediately, and continued this pattern throughout his Hogwarts years. But the rest of it was...middling. He had never followed rules before, and people telling him what to do all of a sudden made his haunches rise. He was extremely prickly, and sometimes downright defiant. He didn’t exactly pick arguments, but he did fight back if he had to, and he didn’t see any reason to follow curfew or go to every class. He quickly gained a very unpleasant reputation for himself, but that was fine. Lorcan earned a prefect badge, and he just borrowed that when he needed to be out somewhere. He always was pretty grateful for this, as detentions were even worse than normal school.

He also was never really interested in day-to-day student life, mostly. He had some friends who were close and dear, or just people he liked shouting at most. He wasn’t a party pooper, actively, and did actually attend them. He’s a liiitttle more tolerable with a drink or two. And he actually really did like Quidditch every Saturday. Maybe because it was like birds flying around, but with stakes. But dances, dates, and the general whirlwind of emotions and attraction to other people that hit the rest of his friends and family seemed to miss Lysander entirely. It never bothered him, not really. Why should it, when it cleared up so much free time and energy? It only got complicated when he was dragged into other people's romantic problems. He never had good advice, but always felt like he should be more concerned than he was, and say something better than, "don't worry, he's sort of ugly anyway." He had more important things to focus on. He wasn’t the most popular or a prefect when he graduated, but he sure was near the top of his class.

BECOMING THE AUTHORITY...AND THEN OOPS After all these years of cultivating his brains, Lysander had the appetite to do something meaningful. Something that would stick. Something like go into the ministry’s department of control and regulation of magical creatures and just flip it upside down. Which, spoiler, he did. But not in the way he thought he would. Lysander got a job as an intern, which meant that he was expected to learn, do some filing, and order lunches. Instead, he wrote long letters almost daily to the Department head about the way the Pinkbelly Finchdragons or whatever were dying at an alarming rate and here was his proposal to maintain their habitat. These letters went unanswered. When he took it a step further and just started showing up at policy meetings he hadn’t been invited to, he was asked politely to leave. This was frustrating to Lysander, obviously, but spite made him tough it out and not do enough to let him get fired.

Then the news came about Lorcan becoming a werewolf. He left work without clocking out that day, and that was probably enough to get him fired, but he wasn’t. It was a family emergency many grimly understood. Lysander couldn’t do much about the situation, of course, but he did portkey immediately to America and started practically throwing gifts at his brother as a way to express his guilt and emotions surrounding the situation. It probably didn’t help but he did calm down and has made a point to be there for most if not all of Lorcan’s transformations.

Returning to the department that he worked at was almost impossible, though, especially since he still wasn’t allowed to do anything except fetch. It was really just an average day when another department head didn’t listen to his ideas that sparked Lysander’s now infamous ten minute rant about the archaic monolith that was the Department, which culminated in his ripping up some pretty important parchments and pouring his boss’s coffee over his head.

Sooooo yeah he was escorted out of the building, fired, and ordered to never come into the department alone again. He had never been happier.

Lysander went to live with his parents for a very brief period after that, but he found a new project soon enough. It wasn’t good enough, he’d learned, to be part of the system already in place. If he really wanted to help the creatures his family loved so much, he’d have to work from the outside in. He would have to become a solicitor and just sue so many people, and build so many new laws. He was taken in by a small conservation firm named Burnes, Stabbed, and Boyles, led by old hippie-wizard types of the same names who think he’s intense and annoying, but the best apprentice they’d had in a while. He’s learning how to be a wizard lawyer, now, and he just completed his first of three years.

HENHURST!
In his first year of schooling, Lysander lived with a series of terrible roommates in a series of terrible flats, and complete neglected his own self-care. Left to his own devices, he forgot to eat or drink water for hours or occasionally days. So when a cheap rent apartment building wanted him to come in, and Lorcan was also coming back, he had no place but to accept. Kidneys slightly aching, and thinking this was all very strange but begrudgingly appreciated, he made plans to move into Henhurst.

MISC.

Wand: Apple, same core as Lorcan, 12.5”
Patronus: Atlas moth!
Familiar: He has a little wren named Robin who he rescued who lives in a cage and he loves dearly
Favorite Quidditch Team: Whoever’s winning? Lysander still has fun watching Quidditch but he doesn’t feel a need to be loyal to a team. VERY good at casual betting pools.
Skills: Reading, writing, deductive reasoning, annoying people, Quidditch betting pools, knowing exactly when a party is about to be raided, yelling at cops

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