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[Folksy]

MEMPHIS TEMOAK

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Name: Memphis Temoak

Nickname: Buck

DOB/AGE: 1993 // 26

Place of Birth: Dazithimni Reservation, Nevada

Blood Status: Unknown, but likely very nearly pureblood

Race/Ethnicity: Native American // Dazithimni tribe
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░appearance░

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Height/Weight: 6ft 3in // 180 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color/Style/Length: Memphis has impossibly thick, healthy hair that he always parts down the middle. He's never cut it off, so it's waist-length is as long as it will get. When he knows he's gonna have to be physical (Running, training, whatever) he braids it into two perfect braids that sit on his shoulders, or one perfect low-hanging pony tail. He rarely touches his hair to fix it or move it.

Physical Description: Broad shouldered, tall, and loaded with toned muscle, Memphis presents quite the intimidating physique. Pair all that with his strong jaw, brows, and the clenched-teeth look he gives almost everyone upon meeting them and you get a seemingly unapproachable figure.

░skills░​

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|| PERSONALITY ||

Upon meeting Memphis, the first thing most people think is uptight, self-righteous jerk. Truthfully…they might be a little right. He does tend to think of native magic as better than other kinds of magic, he also has a tendency to follow the rules, but the real reason he doesn't walk across the room to talk to you is not that he regards you with disdain, but because he can't Memphis is incredibly shy. He can never think of what to say to strangers and he's totally inept at small talk. He frets over first impressions so much that he often tend to just fold his arms, sit on the edge of the room and it often looks like he's turning his nose up at you. If he knew how he looked to others he would be mortified.

As for if he's comfortable with you: He is still kind of a jerk. He's very succinct and decided on everything, you will never convince this man to change his mind or go back on any opinion he's expressed, it's not in his prideful nature to do so. He also doesn't believe in the practice of sparing people's opinions. To him, there is only truth and lies, and he will never stand for lies (he's also very bad at lying). Besides truth, another thing he values more than anything is family and tradition. He sees everyone in his tribe as his family and he loves them all and would sacrifice himself for anyone of them. All in all, Memphis may be slightly unpleasant to deal with at times but he really does mean the best.
|| SKILLS/TALENTS ||

Potions: Memphis studied long and hard to keep up his knowledge and skill with potions, and like most Native American wizards, he's very skilled at potions. // Animagus: While he has not yet mastered it, Memphis is very close to becoming an animagus. // Wandless Magic: Like many of his peers, Memphis has been using wandless magic since he first started exhibiting magical potential,
and can perform most spells with accuracy and force without a wand.

|| STRENGTH/WEAKNESSES ||

Strengths: Strong-willed // Calm // Honest

Weaknesses: Stubborn // Superior-acting // Cavalier // Unsocial

|| MAGIC ||

Boggart: A faceless person with some kind of curse/hex over him (fear of ambiguity, uncertainty, and powerlessness)

Patronus: Coyote

Amortentia: Dust and freshly baked bread

Favorite Spells: Geminio, Specialis Revelio, Tergeo


Ilvermorny House: He was called to both Horned Serpent and Pukwudgie, but chose Horned Serpent


Wand: Shikoba Wolfe made yew wood with Thunderbird tail feather, 11", very flexible

|| LIKES/DISLIKES ||

Likes: Quiet nights // Smokey rooms // Home-cooked family meals // Wide western vistas // Habitual Rituals

Dislikes: Indecisive people // Meeting new people // Long trips // Cocky dreamer types // Cold weather

░biography░​

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"quote"

bio

Friends:[/d] TBD


Family: Lucile Temoak: Mother, deceased // Kolteh Brown : Father, deceased // Kirley Temoak: Sister, 20

 

[Folksy]

MEMPHIS TEMOAK

░basic░​

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Name: Memphis Temoak

Nickname: Buck

DOB/AGE: 1993 // 26

Place of Birth: Dazithimni Reservation, Nevada

Blood Status: Unknown, but likely very nearly pureblood

Race/Ethnicity: Native American // Dazithimni tribe
​

░appearance░

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Height/Weight: 6ft 3in // 180 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color/Style/Length: Memphis has impossibly thick, healthy hair that he always parts down the middle. He's never cut it off, so it's waist-length is as long as it will get. When he knows he's gonna have to be physical (Running, training, whatever) he braids it into two perfect braids that sit on his shoulders, or one perfect low-hanging pony tail. He rarely touches his hair to fix it or move it.

Physical Description: Broad shouldered, tall, and loaded with toned muscle, Memphis presents quite the intimidating physique. Pair all that with his strong jaw, brows, and the clenched-teeth look he gives almost everyone upon meeting them and you get a seemingly unapproachable figure.

░Persona░​

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|| PERSONALITY ||

Upon meeting Memphis, the first thing most people think is uptight, self-righteous jerk. Truthfully…they might be a little right. He does tend to think of native magic as better than other kinds of magic, he also has a tendency to follow the rules, but the real reason he doesn't walk across the room to talk to you is not that he regards you with disdain, but because he can't Memphis is incredibly shy. He can never think of what to say to strangers and he's totally inept at small talk. He frets over first impressions so much that he often tend to just fold his arms, sit on the edge of the room and it often looks like he's turning his nose up at you. If he knew how he looked to others he would be mortified.

As for if he's comfortable with you: He is still kind of a jerk. He's very succinct and decided on everything, you will never convince this man to change his mind or go back on any opinion he's expressed, it's not in his prideful nature to do so. He also doesn't believe in the practice of sparing people's opinions. To him, there is only truth and lies, and he will never stand for lies (he's also very bad at lying). Besides truth, another thing he values more than anything is family and tradition. He sees everyone in his tribe as his family and he loves them all and would sacrifice himself for anyone of them. All in all, Memphis may be slightly unpleasant to deal with at times but he really does mean the best.



|| SKILLS/TALENTS ||

Potions: Memphis studied long and hard to keep up his knowledge and skill with potions, and like most Native American wizards, he's very skilled at potions. // Animagus: While he has not yet mastered it, Memphis is very close to becoming an animagus. // Wandless Magic: Like many of his peers, Memphis has been using wandless magic since he first started exhibiting magical potential,
and can perform most spells with accuracy and force without a wand.

|| STRENGTH/WEAKNESSES ||

Strengths: Strong-willed // Calm // Honest

Weaknesses: Stubborn // Superior-acting // Cavalier // Unsocial



|| MAGIC ||

Boggart: A faceless person with some kind of curse/hex over him (fear of ambiguity, uncertainty, and powerlessness)


Patronus: Coyote


Amortentia: Dust and freshly baked bread


Favorite Spells: Geminio, Specialis Revelio, Tergeo


Ilvermorny House: He was called to both Horned Serpent and Pukwudgie, but chose Horned Serpent


Wand: Shikoba Wolfe made yew wood with Thunderbird tail feather, 11", very flexible

|| LIKES/DISLIKES ||

Likes: Quiet nights // Smokey rooms // Home-cooked family meals // Wide western vistas // Habitual Rituals

Dislikes: Indecisive people // Meeting new people // Long trips // Cocky dreamer types // Cold weather

░biography░​

---

]

bio

Friends:[/d] TBD


Family: Lucile Temoak: Mother, deceased // Kolteh Brown : Father, deceased // Kirley Temoak: Sister, 20

 

[Folksy]

MEMPHIS TEMOAK

░basic░​

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Name: Memphis Temoak

Nickname: Buck

DOB/AGE: 1993 // 26

Place of Birth: Dazithimni Reservation, Nevada

Blood Status: Unknown, but likely very nearly pureblood

Race/Ethnicity: Native American // Dazithimni tribe
​

░appearance░

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Height/Weight: 6ft 3in // 180 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color/Style/Length: Memphis has impossibly thick, healthy hair that he always parts down the middle. He's never cut it off, so it's waist-length is as long as it will get. When he knows he's gonna have to be physical (Running, training, whatever) he braids it into two perfect braids that sit on his shoulders, or one perfect low-hanging pony tail. He rarely touches his hair to fix it or move it.

Physical Description: Broad shouldered, tall, and loaded with toned muscle, Memphis presents quite the intimidating physique. Pair all that with his strong jaw, brows, and the clenched-teeth look he gives almost everyone upon meeting them and you get a seemingly unapproachable figure.

░Persona░​

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|| PERSONALITY ||

Upon meeting Memphis, the first thing most people think is uptight, self-righteous jerk. Truthfully…they might be a little right. He does tend to think of native magic as better than other kinds of magic, he also has a tendency to follow the rules, but the real reason he doesn't walk across the room to talk to you is not that he regards you with disdain, but because he can't Memphis is incredibly shy. He can never think of what to say to strangers and he's totally inept at small talk. He frets over first impressions so much that he often tend to just fold his arms, sit on the edge of the room and it often looks like he's turning his nose up at you. If he knew how he looked to others he would be mortified.

As for if he's comfortable with you: He is still kind of a jerk. He's very succinct and decided on everything, you will never convince this man to change his mind or go back on any opinion he's expressed, it's not in his prideful nature to do so. He also doesn't believe in the practice of sparing people's opinions. To him, there is only truth and lies, and he will never stand for lies (he's also very bad at lying). Besides truth, another thing he values more than anything is family and tradition. He sees everyone in his tribe as his family and he loves them all and would sacrifice himself for anyone of them. All in all, Memphis may be slightly unpleasant to deal with at times but he really does mean the best.



|| SKILLS/TALENTS ||

Potions: Memphis studied long and hard to keep up his knowledge and skill with potions, and like most Native American wizards, he's very skilled at potions. // Animagus: While he has not yet mastered it, Memphis is very close to becoming an animagus. // Wandless Magic: Like many of his peers, Memphis has been using wandless magic since he first started exhibiting magical potential,
and can perform most spells with accuracy and force without a wand.

|| STRENGTH/WEAKNESSES ||

Strengths: Strong-willed // Calm // Honest

Weaknesses: Stubborn // Superior-acting // Cavalier // Unsocial



|| MAGIC ||

Boggart: A faceless person with some kind of curse/hex over him (fear of ambiguity, uncertainty, and powerlessness)


Patronus: Coyote


Amortentia: Dust and freshly baked bread


Favorite Spells: Geminio, Specialis Revelio, Tergeo


Ilvermorny House: He was called to both Horned Serpent and Pukwudgie, but chose Horned Serpent


Wand: Shikoba Wolfe made yew wood with Thunderbird tail feather, 11", very flexible

|| LIKES/DISLIKES ||

Likes: Quiet nights // Smokey rooms // Home-cooked family meals // Wide western vistas // Habitual Rituals

Dislikes: Indecisive people // Meeting new people // Long trips // Cocky dreamer types // Cold weather

░biography░​

---

]

bio

Friends:[/d] TBD


Family: Lucile Temoak: Mother, deceased // Kolteh Brown : Father, deceased // Kirley Temoak: Sister, 20

 

[Folksy]

MEMPHIS TEMOAK

░basic░​

---

Name: Memphis Temoak

Nickname: Buck

DOB/AGE: 1993 // 26

Place of Birth: Dazithimni Reservation, Nevada

Blood Status: Unknown, but likely very nearly pureblood

Race/Ethnicity: Native American // Dazithimni tribe
​

░appearance░

---

"quote"​

Height/Weight: 6ft 3in // 180 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color/Style/Length: Memphis has impossibly thick, healthy hair that he always parts down the middle. He's never cut it off, so it's waist-length is as long as it will get. When he knows he's gonna have to be physical (Running, training, whatever) he braids it into two perfect braids that sit on his shoulders, or one perfect low-hanging pony tail. He rarely touches his hair to fix it or move it.

Physical Description: Broad shouldered, tall, and loaded with toned muscle, Memphis presents quite the intimidating physique. Pair all that with his strong jaw, brows, and the clenched-teeth look he gives almost everyone upon meeting them and you get a seemingly unapproachable figure.

░Persona░​

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|| PERSONALITY ||

Upon meeting Memphis, the first thing most people think is uptight, self-righteous jerk. Truthfully…they might be a little right. He does tend to think of native magic as better than other kinds of magic, he also has a tendency to follow the rules, but the real reason he doesn't walk across the room to talk to you is not that he regards you with disdain, but because he can't Memphis is incredibly shy. He can never think of what to say to strangers and he's totally inept at small talk. He frets over first impressions so much that he often tend to just fold his arms, sit on the edge of the room and it often looks like he's turning his nose up at you. If he knew how he looked to others he would be mortified.

As for if he's comfortable with you: He is still kind of a jerk. He's very succinct and decided on everything. You will never convince this man to change his mind or go back on any opinion he's expressed, it's not in his prideful nature to do so. He also doesn't believe in the practice of sparing people's opinions. To him, there is only truth and lies, and he will never stand for lies (he's also very bad at lying). Besides truth, another thing he values more than anything is family and tradition. He sees everyone in his tribe as his family and he loves them all and would sacrifice himself for anyone of them. All in all, Memphis may be slightly unpleasant to deal with at times but he really does mean the best.

|| SKILLS/TALENTS ||

Potions: Memphis studied long and hard to keep up his knowledge and skill with potions, and like most Native American wizards, he's very skilled at potions. // Animagus: While he has not yet mastered it, Memphis is very close to becoming an animagus. // Wandless Magic: Like many of his peers, Memphis has been using wandless magic since he first started exhibiting magical potential,
and can perform most spells with accuracy and force without a wand.

|| STRENGTH/WEAKNESSES ||

Strengths: Strong-willed // Calm // Honest

Weaknesses: Stubborn // Superior-acting // Cavalier // Unsocial

|| MAGIC ||

Boggart: A faceless person with some kind of curse/hex over him (fear of ambiguity, uncertainty, and powerlessness)

Patronus: Coyote

Amortentia: Dust and freshly baked bread

Favorite Spells: Geminio, Specialis Revelio, Tergeo

Ilvermorny House: He was called to both Horned Serpent and Pukwudgie, but chose Horned Serpent

Wand: Shikoba Wolfe made yew wood with Thunderbird tail feather, 11", very flexible

|| LIKES/DISLIKES ||

Likes: Quiet nights // Smokey rooms // Home-cooked family meals // Wide western vistas // Habitual Rituals

Dislikes: Indecisive people // Meeting new people // Long trips // Cocky dreamer types // Cold weather

░biography░​

---

]

Memphis grew up in a maj-only native reserve belonging to a maj-only native tribe called the Dazithimni. The reservation was actually a lovely place to grow up. It had a small town, caring vibe. Everyone knew everyone and everyone was invested in everyone else. The tribe teachers started teaching as much magic as they were legally able to as soon as they were physically able to and Memphis took immediately to magic and tradition. Memphis eventually became the apprentice of the tribe's teacher -much to the glee of his loving and supportive parents- who taught him to use wandless magic, all he knows about potions, and even began training him to be an animagus just like him. Memphis thrived during these years, but one day he got an invitation to go to Ilvermorny. He didn't want to go, actually. He would have preferred to stay at home, studying only the traditional wandless magics. He was encouraged to go by his family and his mentor, though, and them he couldn't refuse. Much to his surprise, he enjoyed Ilvermorny and found his powers were greatly amplified with the use of a wand. Turns out Memphis just had a natural predisposition to learning any kind of magic, not just the traditional type. He always got top marks and graduated Ilvermorny with honors. When he go home, things returned to normal and he went on studying. He was gradually becoming the brightest Wizard of the tribe. He was a leader, he was already teaching some of the youngest students, and it was generally assumed he'd take over when his mentor died. He was happy, he even might have even been getting serious with someone. But then there was the attack. The Red Serpents killed so many people, including Memphis's father, Kolteh, and the girl he was considering marrying. Shortly after that, His mother, Lucile fell ill, but no one could find a reasonable disease or curse causing her illness. Memphis and his sister watched as their mother slowly died of what can only be called heartbreak months after the attack. Shortly after the service, Memphis was contacted by The Silver Heart Circle. He was all too pleased to answer that call.

Friends: TBD


Family: Lucile Temoak: Mother, deceased // Kolteh Brown : Father, deceased // Kirley Temoak: Sister, 20

 

[Folksy]

MEMPHIS TEMOAK

░basic░​

---

Name: Memphis Temoak

Nickname: Buck

DOB/AGE: 1993 // 26

Place of Birth: Dazithimni Reservation, Nevada

Blood Status: Unknown, but likely very nearly pureblood

Race/Ethnicity: Native American // Dazithimni tribe
​

░appearance░

---

"quote"​

Height/Weight: 6ft 3in // 180 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color/Style/Length: Memphis has impossibly thick, healthy hair that he always parts down the middle. He's never cut it off, so it's waist-length is as long as it will get. When he knows he's gonna have to be physical (Running, training, whatever) he braids it into two perfect braids that sit on his shoulders, or one perfect low-hanging pony tail. He rarely touches his hair to fix it or move it.

Physical Description: Broad shouldered, tall, and loaded with toned muscle, Memphis presents quite the intimidating physique. Pair all that with his strong jaw, brows, and the clenched-teeth look he gives almost everyone upon meeting them and you get a seemingly unapproachable figure.

░Persona░​

---

no-lightbox

|| PERSONALITY ||

Upon meeting Memphis, the first thing most people think is uptight, self-righteous jerk. Truthfully…they might be a little right. He does tend to think of native magic as better than other kinds of magic, he also has a tendency to follow the rules, but the real reason he doesn't walk across the room to talk to you is not that he regards you with disdain, but because he can't Memphis is incredibly shy. He can never think of what to say to strangers and he's totally inept at small talk. He frets over first impressions so much that he often tend to just fold his arms, sit on the edge of the room and it often looks like he's turning his nose up at you. If he knew how he looked to others he would be mortified.

As for if he's comfortable with you: He is still kind of a jerk. He's very succinct and decided on everything. You will never convince this man to change his mind or go back on any opinion he's expressed, it's not in his prideful nature to do so. He also doesn't believe in the practice of sparing people's opinions. To him, there is only truth and lies, and he will never stand for lies (he's also very bad at lying). Besides truth, another thing he values more than anything is family and tradition. He sees everyone in his tribe as his family and he loves them all and would sacrifice himself for anyone of them. All in all, Memphis may be slightly unpleasant to deal with at times but he really does mean the best.

|| SKILLS/TALENTS ||

Potions: Memphis studied long and hard to keep up his knowledge and skill with potions, and like most Native American wizards, he's very skilled at potions. // Animagus: While he has not yet mastered it, Memphis is very close to becoming an animagus. // Wandless Magic: Like many of his peers, Memphis has been using wandless magic since he first started exhibiting magical potential,
and can perform most spells with accuracy and force without a wand.

|| STRENGTH/WEAKNESSES ||

Strengths: Strong-willed // Calm // Honest

Weaknesses: Stubborn // Superior-acting // Cavalier // Unsocial



|| MAGIC ||

Boggart: A faceless person with some kind of curse/hex over him (fear of ambiguity, uncertainty, and powerlessness)


Patronus: Coyote


Amortentia: Dust and freshly baked bread


Favorite Spells: Geminio, Specialis Revelio, Tergeo


Ilvermorny House: He was called to both Horned Serpent and Pukwudgie, but chose Horned Serpent


Wand: Shikoba Wolfe made yew wood with Thunderbird tail feather, 11", very flexible

|| LIKES/DISLIKES ||

Likes: Quiet nights // Smokey rooms // Home-cooked family meals // Wide western vistas // Habitual Rituals

Dislikes: Indecisive people // Meeting new people // Long trips // Cocky dreamer types // Cold weather

░biography░​

---

]

Memphis grew up in a maj-only native reserve belonging to a maj-only native tribe called the Dazithimni. The reservation was actually a lovely place to grow up. It had a small town, caring vibe. Everyone knew everyone and everyone was invested in everyone else. The tribe teachers started teaching as much magic as they were legally able to as soon as they were physically able to and Memphis took immediately to magic and tradition. Memphis eventually became the apprentice of the tribe's teacher -much to the glee of his loving and supportive parents- who taught him to use wandless magic, all he knows about potions, and even began training him to be an animagus just like him. Memphis thrived during these years, but one day he got an invitation to go to Ilvermorny. He didn't want to go, actually. He would have preferred to stay at home, studying only the traditional wandless magics. He was encouraged to go by his family and his mentor, though, and them he couldn't refuse. Much to his surprise, he enjoyed Ilvermorny and found his powers were greatly amplified with the use of a wand. Turns out Memphis just had a natural predisposition to learning any kind of magic, not just the traditional type. He always got top marks and graduated Ilvermorny with honors. When he go home, things returned to normal and he went on studying. He was gradually becoming the brightest Wizard of the tribe. He was a leader, he was already teaching some of the youngest students, and it was generally assumed he'd take over when his mentor died. He was happy, he even might have even been getting serious with someone. But then there was the attack. The Red Serpents killed so many people, including Memphis's father, Kolteh, and the girl he was considering marrying. Shortly after that, His mother, Lucile fell ill, but no one could find a reasonable disease or curse causing her illness. Memphis and his sister watched as their mother slowly died of what can only be called heartbreak months after the attack. Shortly after the service, Memphis was contacted by The Silver Heart Circle. He was all too pleased to answer that call.

Friends: TBD


Family: Lucile Temoak: Mother, deceased // Kolteh Brown : Father, deceased // Kirley Temoak: Sister, 20

 

[Folksy]

MEMPHIS TEMOAK

░basic░​

---

Name: Memphis Temoak

Nickname: Buck

DOB/AGE: 1993 // 26

Place of Birth: Dazithimni Reservation, Nevada

Blood Status: Unknown, but likely very nearly pureblood

Race/Ethnicity: Native American // Dazithimni tribe
​

░appearance░

---

"quote"​

Height/Weight: 6ft 3in // 180 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color/Style/Length: Memphis has impossibly thick, healthy hair that he always parts down the middle. He's never cut it off, so it's waist-length is as long as it will get. When he knows he's gonna have to be physical (Running, training, whatever) he braids it into two perfect braids that sit on his shoulders, or one perfect low-hanging pony tail. He rarely touches his hair to fix it or move it.

Physical Description: Broad shouldered, tall, and loaded with toned muscle, Memphis presents quite the intimidating physique. Pair all that with his strong jaw, brows, and the clenched-teeth look he gives almost everyone upon meeting them and you get a seemingly unapproachable figure.

░perspna░​

---

"quote..."​

no-lightbox

|| PERSONALITY ||

Upon meeting Memphis, the first thing most people think is uptight, self-righteous jerk. Truthfully…they might be a little right. He does tend to think of native magic as better than other kinds of magic, he also has a tendency to follow the rules, but the real reason he doesn't walk across the room to talk to you is not that he regards you with disdain, but because he can't Memphis is incredibly shy. He can never think of what to say to strangers and he's totally inept at small talk. He frets over first impressions so much that he often tend to just fold his arms, sit on the edge of the room and it often looks like he's turning his nose up at you. If he knew how he looked to others he would be mortified.

As for if he's comfortable with you: He is still kind of a jerk. He's very succinct and decided on everything, you will never convince this man to change his mind or go back on any opinion he's expressed, it's not in his prideful nature to do so. He also doesn't believe in the practice of sparing people's opinions. To him, there is only truth and lies, and he will never stand for lies (he's also very bad at lying). Besides truth, another thing he values more than anything is family and tradition. He sees everyone in his tribe as his family and he loves them all and would sacrifice himself for anyone of them. All in all, Memphis may be slightly unpleasant to deal with at times but he really does mean the best.
|| SKILLS/TALENTS ||

Potions: Memphis studied long and hard to keep up his knowledge and skill with potions, and like most Native American wizards, he's very skilled at potions. // Animagus: While he has not yet mastered it, Memphis is very close to becoming an animagus. // Wandless Magic: Like many of his peers, Memphis has been using wandless magic since he first started exhibiting magical potential,
and can perform most spells with accuracy and force without a wand.

|| STRENGTH/WEAKNESSES ||

Strengths: Strong-willed // Calm // Honest

Weaknesses: Stubborn // Superior-acting // Cavalier // Unsocial

|| MAGIC ||

Boggart: A faceless person with some kind of curse/hex over him (fear of ambiguity, uncertainty, and powerlessness)

Patronus: Coyote

Amortentia: Dust and freshly baked bread

Favorite Spells: Geminio, Specialis Revelio, Tergeo


Ilvermorny House: He was called to both Horned Serpent and Pukwudgie, but chose Horned Serpent


Wand: Shikoba Wolfe made yew wood with Thunderbird tail feather, 11", very flexible

|| LIKES/DISLIKES ||

Likes: Quiet nights // Smokey rooms // Home-cooked family meals // Wide western vistas // Habitual Rituals

Dislikes: Indecisive people // Meeting new people // Long trips // Cocky dreamer types // Cold weather

░biography░​

---

"quote"

Memphis grew up in a maj-only native reserve belonging to a maj-only native tribe called the Dazithimni. The reservation was actually a lovely place to grow up. It had a small town, caring vibe. Everyone knew everyone and everyone was invested in everyone else. The tribe teachers started teaching as much magic as they were legally able to as soon as they were physically able to and Memphis took immediately to magic and tradition. Memphis eventually became the apprentice of the tribe's teacher -much to the glee of his loving and supportive parents- who taught him to use wandless magic, all he knows about potions, and even began training him to be an animagus just like him. Memphis thrived during these years, but one day he got an invitation to go to Ilvermorny. He didn't want to go, actually. He would have preferred to stay at home, studying only the traditional wandless magics. He was encouraged to go by his family and his mentor, though, and them he couldn't refuse. Much to his surprise, he enjoyed Ilvermorny and found his powers were greatly amplified with the use of a wand. Turns out Memphis just had a natural predisposition to learning any kind of magic, not just the traditional type. He always got top marks and graduated Ilvermorny with honors. When he go home, things returned to normal and he went on studying. He was gradually becoming the brightest Wizard of the tribe. He was a leader, he was already teaching some of the youngest students, and it was generally assumed he'd take over when his mentor died. He was happy, he even might have even been getting serious with someone. But then there was the attack. The Red Serpents killed so many people, including Memphis's father, Kolteh, and the girl he was considering marrying. Shortly after that, His mother, Lucile fell ill, but no one could find a reasonable disease or curse causing her illness. Memphis and his sister watched as their mother slowly died of what can only be called heartbreak months after the attack. Shortly after the service, Memphis was contacted by The Silver Heart Circle. He was all too pleased to answer that call.

Friends:[/d] TBD


Family: Lucile Temoak: Mother, deceased // Kolteh Brown : Father, deceased // Kirley Temoak: Sister, 20

[/div]

Friends: TBD


Family: Lucile Temoak: Mother, deceased // Kolteh Brown : Father, deceased // Kirley Temoak: Sister, 20

 

[Folksy]

MEMPHIS TEMOAK

░basic░​

---

Name: Memphis Temoak

Nickname: Buck

DOB/AGE: 1993 // 26

Place of Birth: Dazithimni Reservation, Nevada

Blood Status: Unknown, but likely very nearly pureblood

Race/Ethnicity: Native American // Dazithimni tribe
​

░appearance░

---

"quote"​

Height/Weight: 6ft 3in // 180 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color/Style/Length: Memphis has impossibly thick, healthy hair that he always parts down the middle. He's never cut it off, so it's waist-length is as long as it will get. When he knows he's gonna have to be physical (Running, training, whatever) he braids it into two perfect braids that sit on his shoulders, or one perfect low-hanging pony tail. He rarely touches his hair to fix it or move it.

Physical Description: Broad shouldered, tall, and loaded with toned muscle, Memphis presents quite the intimidating physique. Pair all that with his strong jaw, brows, and the clenched-teeth look he gives almost everyone upon meeting them and you get a seemingly unapproachable figure.

░perspna░​

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|| PERSONALITY ||

Upon meeting Memphis, the first thing most people think is uptight, self-righteous jerk. Truthfully…they might be a little right. He does tend to think of native magic as better than other kinds of magic, he also has a tendency to follow the rules, but the real reason he doesn't walk across the room to talk to you is not that he regards you with disdain, but because he can't Memphis is incredibly shy. He can never think of what to say to strangers and he's totally inept at small talk. He frets over first impressions so much that he often tend to just fold his arms, sit on the edge of the room and it often looks like he's turning his nose up at you. If he knew how he looked to others he would be mortified.

As for if he's comfortable with you: He is still kind of a jerk. He's very succinct and decided on everything, you will never convince this man to change his mind or go back on any opinion he's expressed, it's not in his prideful nature to do so. He also doesn't believe in the practice of sparing people's opinions. To him, there is only truth and lies, and he will never stand for lies (he's also very bad at lying). Besides truth, another thing he values more than anything is family and tradition. He sees everyone in his tribe as his family and he loves them all and would sacrifice himself for anyone of them. All in all, Memphis may be slightly unpleasant to deal with at times but he really does mean the best.
|| SKILLS/TALENTS ||

Potions: Memphis studied long and hard to keep up his knowledge and skill with potions, and like most Native American wizards, he's very skilled at potions. // Animagus: While he has not yet mastered it, Memphis is very close to becoming an animagus. // Wandless Magic: Like many of his peers, Memphis has been using wandless magic since he first started exhibiting magical potential,
and can perform most spells with accuracy and force without a wand.

|| STRENGTH/WEAKNESSES ||

Strengths: Strong-willed // Calm // Honest

Weaknesses: Stubborn // Superior-acting // Cavalier // Unsocial

|| MAGIC ||

Boggart: A faceless person with some kind of curse/hex over him (fear of ambiguity, uncertainty, and powerlessness)

Patronus: Coyote

Amortentia: Dust and freshly baked bread

Favorite Spells: Geminio, Specialis Revelio, Tergeo


Ilvermorny House: He was called to both Horned Serpent and Pukwudgie, but chose Horned Serpent


Wand: Shikoba Wolfe made yew wood with Thunderbird tail feather, 11", very flexible

|| LIKES/DISLIKES ||

Likes: Quiet nights // Smokey rooms // Home-cooked family meals // Wide western vistas // Habitual Rituals

Dislikes: Indecisive people // Meeting new people // Long trips // Cocky dreamer types // Cold weather

░biography░​

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Memphis grew up in a maj-only native reserve belonging to a maj-only native tribe called the Dazithimni. The reservation was actually a lovely place to grow up. It had a small town, caring vibe. Everyone knew everyone and everyone was invested in everyone else. The tribe teachers started teaching as much magic as they were legally able to as soon as they were physically able to and Memphis took immediately to magic and tradition. Memphis eventually became the apprentice of the tribe's teacher -much to the glee of his loving and supportive parents- who taught him to use wandless magic, all he knows about potions, and even began training him to be an animagus just like him. Memphis thrived during these years, but one day he got an invitation to go to Ilvermorny. He didn't want to go, actually. He would have preferred to stay at home, studying only the traditional wandless magics. He was encouraged to go by his family and his mentor, though, and them he couldn't refuse. Much to his surprise, he enjoyed Ilvermorny and found his powers were greatly amplified with the use of a wand. Turns out Memphis just had a natural predisposition to learning any kind of magic, not just the traditional type. He always got top marks and graduated Ilvermorny with honors. When he go home, things returned to normal and he went on studying. He was gradually becoming the brightest Wizard of the tribe. He was a leader, he was already teaching some of the youngest students, and it was generally assumed he'd take over when his mentor died. He was happy, he even might have even been getting serious with someone. But then there was the attack. The Red Serpents killed so many people, including Memphis's father, Kolteh, and the girl he was considering marrying. Shortly after that, His mother, Lucile fell ill, but no one could find a reasonable disease or curse causing her illness. Memphis and his sister watched as their mother slowly died of what can only be called heartbreak months after the attack. Shortly after the service, Memphis was contacted by The Silver Heart Circle. He was all too pleased to answer that call.

Friends:[/d] TBD


Family: Lucile Temoak: Mother, deceased // Kolteh Brown : Father, deceased // Kirley Temoak: Sister, 20

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Friends: TBD


Family: Lucile Temoak: Mother, deceased // Kolteh Brown : Father, deceased // Kirley Temoak: Sister, 20

 

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[Folksy]

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[Folksy]

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MEMPHIS TEMOAK
Memphis didn't tell anyone that he'd received the invitation when it appeared. He'd never heard anything definite about The Silver Heart Circle, only half-cocked rumors. But he knew. He knew they were somehow connected or they somehow knew about the attack that devastated his tribe. He knew that if he went to them he'd get answers, maybe even retribution. He was conflicted. On the one hand, the offer of revenge, on the other, he knew that the tribe's leader was now dead and Memphis was silently expected to take his place because he was the most skilled wizard and the most knowledgeable of tradition. For three days, he rolled his options around in his head. Memphis could see his sister's worried looks as he stared into his book, obviously not reading. Memphis could ignore his sister's nagging at him to get some sleep, but he could never ignore her looks of worry. After the first day he was sure he would leave the tribe if not for his sister's dependence on him. After the second day, he knew his sister knew he was thinking about leaving. On the third day he was decided on leaving.


He'd kept the letter on top of his dresser, and it wasn't visible from just standing anywhere around the room, but there his sister stood, holding the letter tightly, waiting for Memphis to show up. "Please don't go Memphis," she pleaded, "We need you here." Memphis just stared at the ground for a long moment. He needed to. "Okay then. Just promise me you'll be safe and come back eventually," She knew she couldn't sway him.


"I promise," he said, pulling her into a hug. She grabbed onto him tight like it might have been her last hug with her brother.


"Oh and another thing. If you find the monsters who did this…." she broke the hug and looked him deep in the eyes, "Kill the sons of bitches."


Memphis nodded, she handed him the invite, he looked at the address, he apparated to a street in New York in front of a building he found very comforting. The air was more biting than he expected, not bad, but a breeze in the air got to him every once in awhile. He headed inside and there was a lady who looked like she was waiting for him. She directed him to a pair of very big, very old doors which he barely gave a glance to as he stepped inside the room.


The room was filled with comfortable-looking couches and three other people. They looked normal enough, and kind of like they didn't belong there. He guessed they were there for the orientation. He made himself wary, this could end up somehow being a dangerous situation and he was very far from home. He was also suddenly very aware of how he looked. He was wearing a red button-down, old blue jeans, and his hair was in two perfect braids. It was obvious what kind of wizard he was. Native wizards often got odd looks in public because they'd become so rare, and Memphis hated answering questions (although he understood their curiosity).


In the room there were three witches, all who looked to be in their twenties, all very attractive. The one standing in the middle had long brown hair that curled, but looked like it was naturally straight. She seemed to be very uncomfortable. There was another with freckles, not confident, sitting in the back of the room, that Memphis found attractive. Not in the sexual way, but in the friendly way, like he could approach her and not ever have to be scared, which is not to say he would. The last one he saw was definitely more confident than the other two with deep black hair cut into a perfect bob. They all looked like they were from the city, and Memphis felt like an outsider. He sat down across from the freckle-y one without a word.


He wondered what his sister would say to everyone else about where he'd gone.

 

[Folksy]

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MEMPHIS TEMOAK​

Memphis didn't tell anyone that he'd received the invitation when it appeared. He'd never heard anything definite about The Silver Heart Circle, only half-cocked rumors. But he knew. He knew they were somehow connected or they somehow knew about the attack that devastated his tribe. He knew that if he went to them he'd get answers, maybe even retribution. He was conflicted. On the one hand, the offer of revenge, on the other, he knew that the tribe's leader was now dead and Memphis was silently expected to take his place because he was the most skilled wizard and the most knowledgeable of tradition. For three days, he rolled his options around in his head. Memphis could see his sister's worried looks as he stared into his book, obviously not reading. Memphis could ignore his sister's nagging at him to get some sleep, but he could never ignore her looks of worry. After the first day he was sure he would leave the tribe if not for his sister's dependence on him. After the second day, he knew his sister knew he was thinking about leaving. On the third day he was decided on leaving.


He'd kept the letter on top of his dresser, and it wasn't visible from just standing anywhere around the room, but there his sister stood, holding the letter tightly, waiting for Memphis to show up. "Please don't go Memphis," she pleaded, "We need you here." Memphis just stared at the ground for a long moment. He needed to. "Okay then. Just promise me you'll be safe and come back eventually," She knew she couldn't sway him.


"I promise," he said, pulling her into a hug. She grabbed onto him tight like it might have been her last hug with her brother.


"Oh and another thing. If you find the monsters who did this…." she broke the hug and looked him deep in the eyes, "Kill the sons of bitches."


Memphis nodded, she handed him the invite, he looked at the address, he apparated to a street in New York in front of a building he found very comforting. The air was more biting than he expected, not bad, but a breeze in the air got to him every once in awhile. He headed inside and there was a lady who looked like she was waiting for him. She directed him to a pair of very big, very old doors which he barely gave a glance to as he stepped inside the room.


The room was filled with comfortable-looking couches and three other people. They looked normal enough, and kind of like they didn't belong there. He guessed they were there for the orientation. He made himself wary, this could end up somehow being a dangerous situation and he was very far from home. He was also suddenly very aware of how he looked. He was wearing a red button-down, old blue jeans, and his hair was in two perfect braids. It was obvious what kind of wizard he was. Native wizards often got odd looks in public because they'd become so rare, and Memphis hated answering questions (although he understood their curiosity).


In the room there were three witches, all who looked to be in their twenties, all very attractive. The one standing in the middle had long brown hair that curled, but looked like it was naturally straight. She seemed to be very uncomfortable. There was another with freckles, not confident, sitting in the back of the room, that Memphis found attractive. Not in the sexual way, but in the friendly way, like he could approach her and not ever have to be scared, which is not to say he would. The last one he saw was definitely more confident than the other two with deep black hair cut into a perfect bob. They all looked like they were from the city, and Memphis felt like an outsider. He sat down across from the freckle-y one without a word.


He wondered what his sister would say to everyone else about where he'd gone.