Sorellion Nettlewynd

🌙 CHARACTER SHEET: THE ACADEMIC ARCANE AESTHETE 🌙

Name: Sorellien Nettlewynd

Nicknames: Sorel, fire hazard (mostly by Valentine).

Age: 20 (magically accelerated intelligence; emotionally 30, stress-wise 75)

Sexuality: Gay

Gender: Femboy (a male, often young and cisgender, who expresses themselves with traditionally feminine traits. This can involve wearing feminine clothing, using makeup, or displaying feminine mannerisms. The term is not tied to a specific sexual orientation or gender identity, and can be used both sexually and non-sexually).

Species: Spellcaster / Witch (with a talent for multitasking and dramatic lighting)

Band member: merch/sales

Pronouns: He/Him

Aesthetic: Dark academia x cottage witch x chronic overachiever

Think: old books, moonlight, rings on every finger, perfectly timed candle flickers

—- Physical appearance:

Height: a bit over average and lean, 1.78 m (5'8")

Build: Athletic yet refined — slightly broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist; long, elegant limbs that give him a poised presence but with a bit of femininity.

Skin Tone: Smooth, light complexion with a warm undertone; appears almost porcelain-like under the soft glow of candlelight (which is always).

Facial Features:

• Face Shape: Angular with high cheekbones and a defined jawline.
• Eyes: Narrow and almond-shaped, with a beautiful baby blue color.
• Brows: perfectly trimmed, very often slightly arched, giving his face an intense and focused expression.
• Nose: Straight and proportional, blending naturally with his facial structure.
• Lips: Medium fullness, with always a slight layer of gloss to make them pop.

Hair:

• Color: Deep, chocolate brown with a subtle natural luster.
• Style: Wavy and voluminous, with soft layers that fall naturally over his forehead.
• Distinctive Marking: A striking white streak starting just above the temple, near the ear, standing out against the darker strands.

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🛏 ROOM SNAPSHOT

Bed:

• Double bed, dark teal sheets, covered in an excessive number of pillows
• Pillow quantity: “Not a problem, a lifestyle.” Essential for reading, relaxing, emotional support
• Behind the bed: two massive bookshelves built in, for late-night reading (or any-hour reading, really)
  • Shelves filled with: books, journals, strange potion awards, candles, school mascot plushie
  • Valentine: “Fire hazard.”
  • Him: “Pretty.”

Wallpaper:

• Deep, dark green with moons scattered in the pattern, giving the room a subtle celestial hum
• Matches the overall vibe of the dorm without clashing with Valentine’s gothic elegance
• Total dark academia dreamscape

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📚 STUDY CORNER / MAGIC ZONE

Green beanbag throne, surrounded by:

• Two neatly stacked book towers
• More books open on the ground, filled with scribbles, spell notes, and doodles
• Floating candles hover overhead — for the ambiance and because he can
• This is where the actual magic happens, and where he ends up falling asleep 50% of the time

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✨ PERSONAL TOUCHES

Nightstand:

• Crystal lamp — handmade
  • Offered to make one for Valentine ****
  • Valentine ****said “no thanks” after already receiving the rug, the plushie, and probably an accidental love spell
  • He’s unsure what gifts actually landed, but he’s stopped asking

Desk:

• Dark wood with a special surface for crystal work
• Looks like chaos, but it's actually an organized multiverse of projects:
  • Jewelry (some sold, some too pretty to part with)
  • Crystal crafting & polishing
  • Potions (half practical, half fashionable)
  • Nail art kits, pigment samples, mini magical tools
• Portable cauldron tucked under the mirror:
  • Mostly for brewing custom nail polish
  • Occasionally for real spells
  • Once cooked noodles in it when desperate

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🔮 THE MIRROR (AKA HIS SECRET FAVORITE THING)

• Circular mirror, gifted by someone (not Valentine, despite the rumors)
• Wooden crescent moon frame, with small shelves for crystals and plants
• He pretends it’s no big deal
• (It’s a huge deal.)
• Keeps his wands underneath — practical, aesthetic, and slightly dramatic

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🧙 PERSONALITY NOTES

• Hyper-focused, creative, and emotionally layered
• Can't sit still unless he’s reading or crafting
• Tends to overgift people he likes
• Pretends to be chill, is actually constantly stressed about whether his spell timing was exactly right
• A romantic at heart, but denies it with a scoff and a potion
• Kind of in love with beauty, mystery, and knowledge in all forms
• Excellent multitasker: can polish a crystal, brew a potion, and flirt via sarcasm — all at once

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🧂 RELATIONSHIP VIBES (Optional Add-On)

• With Valentine:
  • “He says I’m too much. And yet, he still has that plushie I gave him.”
  • Possibly the only person who can get Valentine ****to eat breakfast
  • Shares notes, candles, and tension
  • Will never admit he knows Valentine’s favorite scent is the one he uses in his bath oils
• With Lucas:
  • Gave him the moon mirror (shhh, don’t tell Valentine)
  • Gives practical grounding advice while he spirals over potion calibration
  • They probably bake cookies together during finals

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🌙 BACKSTORY: The Spellcaster Who Didn’t Mean to Care So Much

He grew up surrounded by magic — not in the glittery, showy way people imagine, but in the quiet rituals: his grandmother pouring tea over runes to read the future, his father humming incantations while organizing his herb jars, his mother always knowing exactly what was wrong without a word spoken.

Magic was in everything. In the light that bent toward his moods. In the crystals that thrummed louder when he passed. In the way he could remember things he hadn’t learned yet — like he’d already lived pieces of this life before.

But that didn’t mean he felt understood.

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🕯 THE ODD ONE IN A LINE OF CONTROLLED POWER

His family practiced measured, precise, respectable magic.

His style? A little chaotic. A little emotionally-driven. More powerful than they expected — and less restrained than they wanted.

He was told to “channel his energy,” “focus on theory,” “prioritize tradition.”

He... accidentally made a raincloud cry in class because someone insulted his mushroom earrings.

There was always a sense that he wasn’t doing it wrong exactly — just not how they would’ve done it.

He didn’t mind. Mostly.

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🪞THE PUSH TO PROVE HIMSELF

He threw himself into his craft, not because he needed recognition — but because creation gave him clarity.

He made his own crystals. Learned to brew potions that shimmered, glowed, and sometimes whispered. He enchanted books to stay open to the right pages. He designed jewelry that changed color with the moon phase. He taught himself how to distill nail polish from herbs that only bloomed during eclipses.

He never wanted to be famous. He just wanted to be good. Quietly good. Quietly undeniable.

And when he started winning small awards for potions and craft competitions, it wasn’t about prestige — it was proof. That he could take the mess inside him and make something beautiful out of it.

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🌒 THE UNIVERSITY & THE VAMPIRE

Coming to this university wasn’t just a change of scenery — it was a clean slate.

He got to build his room like a spell: teal sheets, floating candles, a moonlit wallpaper, bookshelves that wrap around him like safety. He called it “practical.” In reality, it was a sanctuary.

He ended up with a vampire for a roommate, which he expected to be awful. Cold. Dramatic. Probably blood in the mini fridge.

And yeah — the vampire was dramatic.

But he was also kind of funny. And sarcastic. And tired in a way he understood.

He gave him a plushie as a joke. Then a rug. Then a lamp. Valentine ****rolled his eyes every time... but never gave anything back.

That was enough.

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✦ WHAT HE’S LIKE NOW

He’s still studying, still creating, still trying to find the balance between chaos and control.

He runs too many projects at once. He brews mood polish instead of sleeping. He writes spells into the margins of his textbooks. He pretends not to care when people compliment his room, but he absolutely rearranges things when he knows someone’s coming over.

He’s independent, clever, overly generous, and a little emotionally guarded — except when he isn’t, and it all spills out like starlight.

He’ll never admit it, but he casts protective spells over his roommate’s side of the room when he's not looking.

He doesn’t ask for much. But he makes things better just by being there.