Olaf Schnee // 19 // 7th year // Thunderbird  // No-Maj Born
Care of Magical Creatures Specialization
FC: Miles Teller Â
If there is one thing that Olaf loves more than carrots, unicorns and sandwiches, itâs the summerâŠor it used to be, until he stopped feeling the heat. Olaf was around thirteen when it started, the heat of the sun, the gentle touch of the wind and the soft sensation of morning dew soaking through his shoes began to no longer register. He couldnât feel it. Any of it and it was terrifying but he never wore that fear on his face. At first he just let it go, it wasnât like he was in pain, maybe this whole thing would go away on itâs own. It didnât. It got worse and worse and he became so desperate to feel something, anything that he stuck his hand in a pot of boiling water, it wasnât until he had a third degree burn that the pain even registered. He was 17.
His foster parents got him to a healer and the fixed his hand but they couldnât figure out what was wrong with his senses. They determined that it wasnât a medical condition but a curse but try as they might, they couldnât find a way to break it. With the mystery about it gone, he became far less afraid then he used to be. He began to get used to it, found ways that his inability to feel pain was funny, at least, until the beginning of his seventh year.
It was bizarre, he felt as if something was caught in his chest, like a ball of phlegm. He coughed all day, trying to bring it up. He made jokes about how he was like a chain smoker but he was really worried. Finally, huddled over the sink in his bathroom, he got it up but what came out of his mouth and landed in the sink shocked him. It wasnât phlegm, it wasnât even bloodâŠit was snow. He was slowly turning into snow and he couldnât stop it.Â
Positive Traits:
Funny, Loving, Determined
Negative Traits:
Reckless, Avoidant, Tactless
Connections:
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