Ichabod Crowninshield

Backstory

Name: Ichabod Baltus Crowninshield
Date of Birth: October 30th 1972 (48)
Birthplace: Manchester-by-the-Sea, Massachusetts, USA
Family Residence: Crowninshield Manor, Graves Island
Crane House, Boston
Parents: Albert Irving Crowninshield
Milena Katarina Crowninshield (nee Crane)

Siblings: Katarina Anna Cabot-Smyth (Eldest)
Elisa Margarita Putnam (2nd)
Abraham Martin Crowninshield (4th)
Angela Marie Crowninshield (5th)
Henrietta Sylvia Crowninshield (6th)
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Occupation: Healer
Patronus: Runespoor
Wand: Cherry Wood
Dragon’s Heartstring (qīng lóng 青龙)
14 ¼” Quite Bendy
House: Slytherin
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Hair: Grey
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 200 Lbs
Build: Tall and gangly
Talents: Healing Arts & Sciences
Parsel-Tongue (Suppresses it so he’s not very good)
Potion-Making
Eidetic Memory
Animagus: Bat

Born into wealth and prestige isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure I lived in the lap of luxury and wanted for nothing – except maybe freedom. I was destined from a young age to join the family business of counting money, hobnobbing with despicable people and maltreating underlings, until the day I had the opportunity to get away from it all. Not long before the start of the school year a letter arrived, but not the expected letter from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but instead came from Hogwarts. I didn’t hesitate. I convinced my parents to let me be part of an exclusive exchange program.

Thankfully, they allowed it!

My time at Hogwarts changed my life, most notably in his 3rd year when an outbreak of Scrofungulus at school ended up with him helping Madame Pomfrey to treat the students and staff afflicted. It was a turning point for me. Until that point I had been a listless trust-fund kid with no direction, an eidetic memory and a gift for charms and potions. By the end of the month I was fully enthralled by the world of medicine. And not just magical healing but muggle as well. The rest of my years were spent in a fevered study of anything and everything I could get my hands on to further my pursuit of the healing arts.

After years of study – and several adventures – I graduated from Hogwarts and, to my father’s shame, I began my formal apprenticeship under some of the finest healers in Europe, Asia and Africa. I may still be a wealthy, playboy trust fund kid from the colonies, but I also spend my days treating the sick and injured and I couldn’t possibly be happier!