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Name: Casey Locké.
Birthday: October 31, 1922
Hometown: Streets of Paris
Bloodline: Muggleborn
Magical Strength (pick one): Transfiguration
Magical Weakness (pick one): Summoning/Conjuring
Year (pick two): Sixth/Seventh
Biography:
The Locké twins were raised as ordinary Muggles in a very poor part of France. They spent a lot of time in the nearby woods and at a very young age started to make traps and pranks for the each other. The woods were the cheapest way their parents could raise them, the money that they single mother Esther made was not enough to feed her two growing boys and they learned to hunt at a very young age to compensate for this.
Esther raised her two boys in a small two bedroom cottage backing into the woods with the ocean a few minutes walking distance away. They had to climb down the rocky cliffs, but the ocean was still close by. Practical skills came easy, they learned how to fish and tie knots.
The two twins shared one room of the house, alternating with who got the top bunk, whilst their mother took the other room by herself. The boys were only ever kind to their mother, between themselves they competed for superiority and turned childhood games into malicious fights for dominance.
When the boys were young, they received a visit from a man in robes who informed them that the two twins were wizards and that by law they would be attending magical education at Beauxbatons. This came as a blessing in the early days, the prospect of having magical children excited Esther and they were more than happy to learn magic in the hopes of making their mother’s life easier.
Everything changed when the clocks rolled back to the 1930s and their mother was lost to them. The boys had attended Beauxbatons for years by this point and were not going to let anybody think that they were weakened by their great loss. The boys kept up their mirage until it became a real part of themselves.
When they are not at Beauxbatons, they are either floating around Muggle Paris on the streets or at the Summer Camp. These boys are much too stubborn to tell anybody that they are homeless.
Casey is the oldest twin, no matter what Calvin tells anyone.
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Ecole Request: Studio Arts (Architecture)
Communaté Preference: Renault
Appearance:
Allergic to shirts.
Personality:
Casey is manipulative and cunning, but only behind a very kind natured exterior. He plots the downfall of everybody that he meets, but does it so carefully that no-one ever suspects him of such things. The boy has only ever loved two people, his mother and himself (which includes Calvin, they have a very creepily close twin bond), and it is unlikely that he will ever change from that view. Despite all of this, he is exceptionally loyal... to his followers.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.The dining hall had always reminded him of the animals at the watering hole, the animals he had seen in books and learned about from his Muggle school. He liked animals more than he liked other people, but no-one really knew that part of him. Casey looked up from his meal, making brief eye contact with his twin brother - who needs a mirror? - he was probably the same as Casey as well, apathetic to people but compassionate to animals.
When they were not hunting, at least. The pair knew how to gather food, it was how their life had always been and it was not going to change just because they had magical sticks that sparked and swooshed.
Casey was lost in thought when the girl had tripped, rudely disturbing the position of his bag in the middle of the walkway. Food dripped down his back in, what he imagined, was a rather generous amount of gravy. The boy turned, looking at the girl that had tripped and dropped the food all over him.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!”
He gave her a quick once over, she looked like the type of girl who should have a very restricted amount of gravy. Casey stood up, saying nothing as he unbuttoned the front of his shirt and let it drop from his back before reaching down and picking up his leather bag.
“Are you a textiles girl?” he said in a friendly voice before handing the girl the shirt that he had dropped on the floor and pulling the bag over his shoulder. “Come with me, we’re going to see what we can do about the stains in my shirt.”
Not like she deserved to eat dinner anyway. His smile was friendly.
“What is your école... communaté?”
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Astrid Chaucer & her Manic Menagerie of Abused Characters.
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