CRAWFORD, Caliban Roman

caliban roman crawford

HISTORY

Mother: Catriona Crawford, halfblood, deceased.
Father: Reginald Flint, pureblood
Siblings: Jasper Ignatius Flint , half-brother, pureblood
Felix Sylvester Flint , half-brother, pureblood
Alice Juliette Flint , half-sister, pureblood
Zane Flint, half-brother, pureblood
Partners: None yet.
Others: N/A

Boggart: His father standing in front of him, telling Cal that he is not a Flint, his blood will never run pure, and he will never be accepted into the family he should have been a part of.
Mirror of Erised: A wife and kids. Picket fence. The whole cheesy happily ever after deal. Isn't that what everyone wants?
Patronus: Thunderbird - His memories of playing rich families with his mother are his favourite. The times she would sneak him into her work and let him play with the rich kids' toys, feed him fancy meals and sneak him back out before her employers came home were some of the most fun times he ever had.

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Catriona Crawford was a maid in the Flint household when she fell pregnant to the Master of the house. Reginald Flint was a good man, but his ability to have an affair and keep it secret from his doting wife was shocking. She didn't actually think of it as an affair, more a random tryst here and there when no one was at home. Neither of them really had any feelings towards the other, it was purely physical. Until she fell pregnant with his child and made the huge mistake of confessing it to him. She had thought he might be supportive, and then changed her mind and expected he might make her get rid of it. On the contrary, he fired her on the spot and told her to be out of the Flint Manor by nightfall.

Cal Crawford was squeezed out of his mother's nether regions at almost exactly the same time his half-brother was suffering the same ordeal on the other side of the world. The same day, within minutes of each other, Caliban Crawford and Jasper Flint were born to the same father, but completely different fates. Cal was born in America, raised in New York, well, a little village outside of New York, but same difference. He lived with just his mom, who was still working as a maid for rich families (maybe sleeping with some of them, who knows), and though they didn't have much, he was a happy kid. He was always sensible and smart, his head screwed on the right way, and a keen sense of right and wrong. He spent quite a bit of time on his own, save for when his mother snuck him to work with her and he got to mix with pureblood kids for a while, which was always the most fun ever.

Cal was pureblood, too, or so his mother told him. She said his dad was an incredibly wealthy British man by the name of Reginald Flint, and when Cal asked why he wasn't with them, she used to brush it off and change the subject. It wasn't until he was older that he understood... she didn't want to hurt him by telling him that his dad didn't want to know him. Taking that knowledge on with that same sensibility he applied to everything, Cal tried not to think about it too much. He went to Ilvermorny, where he was sorted into Thunderbird, a place he made great friends and had some pretty cool adventures. He was a brave lad, always ready to have a go at anything, and getting up to mischief with his friends. He also discovered girls, and by the time he was fourteen he had matured a loooot. A looooooooot. If you know what I mean. His cheeky grin and smouldering stare did him so many favours, and by graduation he'd had three steady girlfriends and a reputation as being an awesome boyfriend. Or so his friends told him. Who knew if they were lying toads or not.

After graduation, Cal wasn't sure what his life would be like. Coming from a kind of poor home with a single mother, and never really having any ambitions, or knowing of any family talent he might have inherited, Cal drifted for a while. He worked in shops but found it boring, and then a poster for MACUSA in the shop window caught his eye. They were looking for Hit Wizard recruits, asking for people who were courageous and hard working. That sounded like him, didn't it? Maybe. Well, there was only one way to find out. He contacted them after many long chats with his mother about it, and was accepted into the Hit Wizard training program. Cal took to it like a duck to water, and soon became one of their toughest recruits. After completing his training and working for five years, he was approached by the Auror department. They wanted to know if he would be interested in climbing the career ladder. Whaaaat?

Well, now he's 30, an Auror, and his mother just died of Dragonpox. Not before she told him more about his father, and the inheritance he was likely entitled to if he went to England and made a claim on it. So, two days ago he stepped off a boat, then two trains, and found himself in a hotel round the corner from the manor Reginald Crawford lives in. His mother said the man was ill, meaning that inheritance would be just about ready to be passed on to the eldest son. Would a bastard child count? Would Flint deny his connection to Cal altogether? I guess we'll find out...

OOC

Play By: Sebastian Stan
Your Alias: Izzy
Pronouns: Her/she.
Age: Is just a number.
Other Characters: Not really...
Where did you find us: Inside my underwear drawer.