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C. M. Weatherbee

    (26/01/2017 at 23:49)
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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Caldwell Maddock Weatherbee
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Blood Status: Pureblood

Education: Hogwarts, Gryffindor 1924-1931

Residence: London

Occupation: Curse Breaker

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 20
  • Divination: 11
  • Transfiguration: 16
  • Summoning: 10
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Reggie Graham, CKeds, and Co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
Caldwell Weatherbee was not always obsessed with gain. There was time when objects were only metal, where thrill and connection were the most important things in life.

Life started out at a leisurely pace. He was a good son to his “new money” pureblood family, a model student at Hogwarts, skilled in Quidditch and Dueling, all wrapped in a handsome face that was particularly hard to ignore. He lived in privilege, was popular among his classmates, but never let it get to his head, he remained courteous and kind throughout his youth. A young man who would go out of his way to help others and be seen in good light, and rarely seen without a smile.

As a teen that was constantly pushing himself. Always searching for the next big high: the more exhilarating, the most heart-racing, the more deadly, the more Weatherbee was interested. He was a dare-devil by trade, and was well known on the Quidditch pitch for his plummets and quick turns: the closer he got to impact the better. (Though, less well-known, were how many times he actually did make impact. Broken bones and injures were a part of life.) He got himself involved with as many activities and classes as possible, keeping his mind and body occupied and preoccupied.

Being a thrill chaser, as well as being adept in charms and transfiguration, Weatherbee started a career as a Curse Breaker at Gringotts Bank.  It was a dangerous job full of the excitement and unknown that Weatherbee thrived in. Disabling and countering curses in ancient tombs, dismantling historical sites to find the hidden artifacts: no day was ever the same, and every new opportunity was met head on. Weatherbee proved invaluable to the bank: he could crack the curse faster, push himself harder, and when no one else was brave enough to take the leap, he took five. He never put thought into the what-ifs or the could-bes in life. All he cared about was the right-now, and the challenge in front of him.

While collecting the coin and jewel was part of the job, items tended to be left without a home. Gringotts had a museum’s worth of artifacts and items that would be piled in a vault, forgotten and collecting dust. It always felt like such a shame. Over the years, Weatherbee began the slow process of “Forgetting the antique potion bottle was in his pocket.”, to eventually simply going home with whatever was scouted over the latest trip, from pottery all the way to massive relics. Gold and jewels were always given in, so no Goblin ever turned a nose up at him, or they simply turned a blind eye.

This was the start of Weatherbee’s collection.

If he found ancient pottery, it would decorate his apartment. A lost piece of wizarding text found its place in his bookshelf. An enchanted door from the Dark Ages stood at attention in his foyer. The collection continued to build, and while adventures and excitement continued to fill his life, a new challenge faced him down.

Like for most boys, it began with a girl.

As a teen, Weatherbee never took much notice in girls. He had girlfriends throughout his years at Hogwarts, but none ever stuck. None was more than a pretty face on his arm, and none ever really caught his attention. Amelia was different. Weatherbee knew it the moment he met her. He fell in love with her wispy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. He fell in love with her breathy voice and thick-framed glasses. He fell in love with her laugh and the way she twirled a pen and every single, solitary detail.

He fell, and he fell hard.

The summer was spent at beaches and parties, but always with one another. She was everything he needed. Where he was a free spirit, she was grounded and calm. Where he was spontaneous, she was organized and planned. They were a perfect pair, balancing one another and still complimenting. After only knowing one another a few months, Weatherbee proposed, and the yes was better than any thrill ride or daring feat. A ring, a question, vows and a ceremony. Life was perfect.

And then, with a snap of the finger, it wasn’t.

Betrayal isn’t an easy pill to swallow. It’s something that can stay with a person, and it’s difficult to forget. For Weatherbee, even fifteen years later, he still has yet to completely heal. A day after their Honeymoon, the first night they stayed together, his beloved wife took him for a fool. She emptied his bank account. She stole every item he owned. She stripped him of valuables and heirlooms and riches. She left only a note, and a lifetime of distrust in her wake.

Weatherbee realized that trust was a fickle thing, and he would never place it wrongly again.

Weatherbee secluded himself for years following. He poured himself into work, filling every extra minute of his day doing something else, keeping himself busy and avoiding anyone and everyone. Collecting became obsession.

When he finally reemerged back into society, he was different, wrapped in an eccentric package. Some speculate he felt the affects of a backfired curse and it messed with his brain. Some say he was the victim of actual heartbreak. Some just say he went crazy.

Roleplay Response:

It came with only a warning shout, before he was collided with. He blinked, once slowly and again, registering the fact that he was coated in a festive nightmare of garish proportions. A lesser man might have been moved from the sudden impact. Luckily, Weatherbee was a man not easily moved.

Despite the cane, which was a questionable accessory of need or simple delight, he remained upright, even as the stranger stumble and collapsed, sending the entirety of his packages skittering across snow-coated cobblestone. A forced smile touched his lips, pulled to the side so it hardly looked like a smile at all.

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"

Brushing down the front of his jacket, Weatherbee couldn't stop himself from fidgeting with his gloves and fixing his matching magenta cap. He hadn't been moved very much, but he still felt as though he'd been practically messed from head to toe. It wouldn't do well for his guest tonight, certainly not. "Yes." The man said with a stiff upper lip, nose titled just slightly upward, as if he caught wind of an unpleasant scent. Otherwise his expression remained neutral.

A glance at his wrist watch had the distaste flashing across his features. "My good fellow, look at the time." He started through a tense voice, not moving to help lift the man's scattered goods, but removing a strand of rogue tinsel from his own magenta jacket. "I must be going." Eager to remove himself from the wreckage of red and gold, Weatherbee gave a curt bow and turned around.

OTHER
Somewhere over the rainbow.

Special Request for collections and levels approved!

Calypso Ross

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