East Asian School of Magic [Year 1] Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry [Years 2-7]
Ravenclaw Alumnus [Class of 2042]
Wand Wood ||
Wand Core ||
Wand Length ||
Face Claim ||
Kim Jongdae [Chen, EXO]
Body Frame ||
Both Ears, twice.
Tenor [British accent, cold sounding]
Seo-Eon came out of nowhere. Literally. At the age of six, he was found wandering the streets of Busan in pajamas, with a blanket and a stuffed animal. No matter how many questions police asked the young child, he couldn't remember anything. Nothing of his life before he was found could be identified: the names of his parents, whether he has siblings, nor where he lived. He couldn't tell you if he had gone to school or not. Their last Chuseok? Seo-Eon's face would scrunch up in concentration before shaking his head with a smile. It's like he had somehow acquired amnesia, but how? The happy boy showed no signs of foul play, and tests showed that he hadn't been hurt at all. The only thing police could pry out of Seo-Eon was his name. He was sure that his name was Seo-Eon, and he could recite the meaning of it off the top of his head. And sometimes out from his mouth came limited, nameless memories — some from what had to be his past, and others that were clearly the future.
The moment Seo-Eon showed signs of being a seer, the Aurors got involved. For many, it was one of the most intriguing cases they have ever been on. There was literally nothing that pointed to his identity. The name Seon Seo-Eon was put through many databases, but each search came back empty-handed. It was almost as if Seo-Eon appeared out of nowhere.
It seems silly that his old teddy bear and blanket are his most treasured possessions, but it's all he has to his old life.
Seo-Eon's favorite and best subject is Potions.
He doesn't call people by their real, first names. Ever. He doesn't want to get attached to people, so he just calls them by a nickname or doesn't mention their name at all. If it's in a formal situation, he refers to them as Miss/Mr (last name) and he always referred to his professors as 'Professor' or 'Sir/Ma'am'. His adoptive siblings and nieces and nephews are the only people that have the privilege of calling them by their actual names.
This has lead him to be a rather descriptive person, and he knows faces better than names — not that he would call them by their name.
He's actually pretty skilled at archery. It helps him relax.