Kyler Cartwright

Name: Kyler Gretel Cartwright
Nicknames: Ky
Titles:
Date of Birth: August 20, 1994
Age: 26
Blood Status: Pureblood
Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts
Current Home: Brooklyn, New York (working and on business in London, England)
Nationality: American-Italian
School: Ilvermorny (Former Pukwudgie)
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Wand: 12 inches, Alder, Jackalope Antler


Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Her hair is long and straight.
Eye Color: Brown
Body Type: Skinny
Height: 5.8
Other Distinguishing Features: Her Italian features.
Clothing Style: Very Casual



I really don’t get the idea of having to go in depth about my life, but it is something that my therapist has suggested I do. Even if she has no idea just what I went through by being away from my family and learning from the news that my father died. It would kill any kid that the lack of family contact is a thing that doesn’t seem to exist.

Not like we were that close of a family.

You can thank my mother who had decided to dedicate her life to all sorts of groups as we were growing up, and not pay much mind to my siblings. It’s not much of a shocker since it’s not like she had very good communication with our father. All she cared about was doing her own thing, but despite all her problems I give her all the credit.

For trying to raise my siblings for most of my life, and officially doing it on her own once my father got killed. It definitely was a shock to receive an owl while you were in one of your college lectures, that an eleven year old was attacked by a werewolf. Then about three hours later it went all over The New York Ghost, showcasing your father's death.

I knew where I stood, and it wasn't good.

Years past I decided to cut my family off, and began my work. After my four years, I had gotten a job as assistant to a big American reporter. A job that would end up paying for me to get my masters, and where I would end up getting my masters from Hesflit. Then moving into my own flat, but it wasn’t a life the experiences from my life got in the way. I hate to admit it, but I had found myself partying quite a bit.

Going on random dates on Tinder, and where I would end up getting involved with a girl who would end up almost costing me my job. Yeah it’s crazy, but she was the daughter of a big MACUSA member, and we dated for about a year. It was a year that I had wanted to believe was the best, but ended up being a year where I cried for hours on end. Showing up to work late, and where my roommate had realized it was best for me to go.

That’s when I decided to go to the therapist, and also where I would end up getting asked by my work to go and work for an year and half in London. Yeah where I would be exposed to the people who made my life hell, and were the root to all my causes. I ended up moving to London, but my mother saw it as an opportunity to drop in my first night.

Coming all the way from our estate in Swansea.

Where I ended up learning just how low my family fell, and also where I would end up learning that my little sister was arranged to marry someone, and that my family ended up doing it’s own thing. Yeah you can bet I wanted to change, and got transferred to a therapist here. A lady who I think might just be high off her rocker, but who knows.

All I care about is making this stay worthwhile, while I also do my job, and trying to fix relationships with the media outlets.