- Age. 16.
Birthday. October 20th.
Blood Status. Muggleborn.
Position. Fourth Year Student.
- Mother. Tamara Foster.
Father. Brian Foster.
Legal Guardian. Raina Aman.
- Wand. 10" Black Poplar, Leprechaun, Hard.
Patronus. Fruit bat.
Amortentia. Graffiti, oil paints, glitter, marijuana.
- Played by Cole Mohr. This face claim is shared.
Anything Else? Lane grew up in Ireland, mostly fending for himself along with a crew of other juvenile delinquents, the son of two small-time dealers who wound up in jail, with Lane largely falling through the cracks.
He got into quite a bit of general shenanigans (mostly involving thievery, drug use, impersonation, petty vandalism and an overall nihilistic apathy for life) before a series of letters by crazy fucking birds spent a couple of years harassing the shit out of him.
This was followed up by an advocate who claimed to be a fucking wizard who told him that hey, guess what, you're one too. He tried to warn the crazy guy off, but managed to be convinced by an impressive display of wandwork on the stranger's behalf.
So, off to magic school he went. He was sorted into Ravenclaw after a silent five minutes on the hat's part. His classmates were, like, eleven-year-olds, so that was fucking just fantastic, but all-in-all Lane actually enjoyed it. A warm bed every night, full feasts, and being able to use a wand and mix potions and make things happen? Oh, hell, yeah.
(OK, so he got into trouble asking Professor Mayfleet if he could brew up some OxyContin, but who wouldn't want to know that, amirite?)
Anyway, he didn't get along with the other Ravenclaws, finding them all a bunch of pretentious skid marks, so his friend group was comprised largely of impulsive Gryffindors and smartass Slytherins. He toed the line, mostly, but got his fair share of detention just for generally being an asshole. What he really excelled at, though, was art. Lane could create, and his assignments always had a flair to them that kept his grades from nosediving into the shitter.
This went on for a while until he turned fifteen, in his second year (god just shut up already, toolbag). Like the one prior, he wasn't permitted to stay the summer at Hogwarts, and so would return to Cork, where he'd been set up in a group home with his trunk of fucking spellbooks and his school robes and his wand... good luck explaining that shit during count, huh?
Oh, well. He managed to keep out of the way, which usually involved running away, and... well, look. The arrest happened quickly, and he was set to be carted off to a youth detention center on an uncharted island when a man named Belfry Carrower stepped up and took the rap for him. Belfry is set to be executed very shortly, and amidst a great deal of scandal and mystery, Lane returned for his third year at school.