Spencer Nathaniel O'Brien

**Spencer Nathaniel O'brien** (**B. 15 October 2001**) was a handsome young wizard that's fascinated by different types of art and the meaning of life. He's a confident young man that loves to hang out with his closer friends. He grew up together with his sister **Robin** and adoptive parents in England after his parents died in a terrific house fire. He used to hide his identity towards his highschool friends since he thought being an artist wasn't cool. Now Spencer is seen as an ex student and art teacher for **The White Manor**

## Personality and traits

Spencer appears to be an arrogant, confident young man at first glance. When you look at him, his facial expressions appear exceedingly judgy and arrogant. Meanwhile, Spencer is far from judgy or arrogant. He's a lovely, compassionate young man with a big mouth who isn't scared to give an attitude. He likes being the center of attention and receiving compliments. Spencer will feel horrible about himself if he does not receive praise or appreciation for a long period of time. He desires control over things easily. When he develops an interest in something, it rapidly becomes his new passion. When you're close to Spencer, you notice how quickly his attitudes change. Sometimes he's a jerk, and other times he's the most caring person at the school.

Spencer O'brien has a compelling sense of himself as a spiritual being who is the searcher and the seeker of truth. That said, Spencer's life is devoted to investigations into the unknown, and finding the answers to the mysteries of life. Monumental as it is, he is well-equipped to handle his mission. He enjoys a fine mind, and is an analytical thinker, capable of great concentration and theoretical insight. Spencer enjoys research, and putting the pieces of an intellectual puzzle together, and once he has enough pieces in place, he is capable of highly creative insight and practical solutions to problems. Thats why Spencer got such a talent for art without him knowing first.

## Physical appearance

Spencer is characterized as a handsome young man with long and thick dark brown hair, warm beige skin, huge black eyes, and a sharp and chiseled face. At first impression, he appeared unfazed, almost irritated, and he passively showed arrogance. Spencer's voice was frequently heard demonstrating his thoughts, despite his expressive eyes that could tell a thousand words and feelings. Many people who knew Spencer's father notice how much he resembles him. He was recognized by his deep dark eyes and chiseled jawline. Spencer's hair always seems to be in the perfect position and never seems to shift.

Spencer is usually seen wearing a plain blouse with a jacket over it and a simple pair of jeans. He enjoyed painting little details on his clothes and leather jackets. Even though he's a simple art teacher, he's pretty muscular. And with his appealing features and winks, he seemed to have an easy time attracting girls. Spencer recently got his first tattoos, and he liked them so much that he started to learn how to tattoo himself. Would be an excellent addition to his art career.

## Biography

I heard my parents scream as I sat up straight in my bed. What was going on? My dad rushed into my room, trying to help me out of bed. I felt warmth, a lot of warmth, when he opened my door. Bright light flashed from outside, not normal light. It was on fire; the house was on fire. Father forced me to the floor and instructed me to run. I was 5 years old at the time and reached for my stuffed animal. "Spencer, hurry up!" My father screamed as he searched for my mother. When tears dropped on my bare feet, I hurried outdoors as fast as I could. My father dashed outside with my mother in his arms a few minutes later. She looked dead. Her eyes were closed and she was hardly breathing. I turned my gaze to our house. The attic and roof were engulfed in flames. If I felt warmth on my skin, as I pushed Pooh, my stuffed animal against my chest. My father glanced around for my sister, who was not there. He didn't hesitate for a second before running into the house; I attempted to stop him, but he didn't listen to the five-year-old child. I had no idea my father would never return. Robin ran out of the house, her arms charred. Robins eyes were welling up with tears as well. "Dad didn't make it- he was trapped in the flames," she murmured as she glanced at me. I rushed into her arms while we waited for the ambulance and firefighters to arrive. They attempted to move us away from our mother's body and the blazing house, but I refused. Robin, who was 14 at the time, was able to get me away from there and to a safe area.

The next days were difficult for me. I started experiencing nightmares, but the dreams were far worse. My parents died right in front of my eyes, my mother burning away. It was dreadful. The dreams had gotten so horrible that I had to sleep next to Robin or else the nightmare would start all over again. Robin and I were adopted by two wonderful older people who looked after us with all of their hearts. They sent us to school and provided us with the opportunity to participate in sports. Sporting was not something that attracted me in; they were not my interests at all. I happened to walk in on my adoptive mother painting in her atelier one day. My eyes widened as I noticed all of her magnificent paintings, and my attention was piqued. Days later, I was found in her atelier, working on portraits for hours. She saw I had a lot of ability and began selling the paintings with me.

I had a distinct personality at school. I never gave a fuck to everyone and gave the teachers attitude. I was one of the popular students at school, dressed in white shirts and leather jackets. Meanwhile, I surrounded myself with girls and began dating them for a few days in order to crush their tiny hearts. I may appear to be a terrible guy right now, but I am not. Nobody at school was aware of what I was up to at home. I never invited my friends over because I didn't think I was cool enough to let them inside my room full of paintings instead of metal and rock band posters. The only thing they knew was that I was wealthy and could buy good things, but how I acquired the money was a well guarded secret. My sister and I were still quite close. She was the "Hottest Chick" in school and often hung out with us. She was aware of my secret, and she was aware that I was never like that. By the age of 13, my life had ground to a stop and had entirely changed. I began to show magical skills. Fortunately, both of my adoptive parents were supportive, but they realized that they couldn't take care of me. They urged me to develop my skills and pursue a career in magic. They soon made contact with Adrian Pierce and Trovi Goncharov, two wizards who ran a small wizarding orphanage for troublesome children. I wasn't in any trouble, but I was too old to attend Hogwarts or any other wizarding school, so I accepted the offer.

I had the time of my life there and immediately grew close to Christopher. We used to share our girlfriends for a fun time and make jokes all the time. Trovi saw my artistic abilities and gave me the opportunity to grow further in the arts. I enthusiastically accepted her offer, and my paintings quickly began to improve even more. Christopher was more interested in duelling. Despite the fact that duelling isn't my weakest side, I wanted to focus more on art. Years passed, and both Chris and I reached the age of 18. It was the end of the journey for us. We could move away if we wanted to. The first thing I did was; paying a visit to my adoptive parents and sister, like I normally did during my holidays. It was a cozy evening, until Trovi knocked on the door. When I opened it, a smile appeared on my face. She came to ask if I wanted to teach magical and muggle arts. Of course, I couldn't refuse that offer and quickly accepted it. I'd never seen my parents so pleased with me. I still give them paintings to sell so they may have additional money to do fun things with.

## Etymology

* **Spence**r: Spencer is a given name of British origin, that means **"steward" or "administrator"**.
* **Nathaniel**: Nathaniel was derived from the Hebrew name Netan’el, meaning **“gift of God,”** composed of the elements *natan*, meaning “to give,” and *’el*, in reference to God. The name is featured several times in the Old and New Testaments, typically spelled Nathanael. In the New Testament, Nathanael is also known by his other name, Bartholomew.
* **O'Brien**: The meaning of O'Brien is "**high, noble**". O'Brien is a version of Brian (Celtic, Irish, Gaelic): could also mean "strength".