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Character Classifieds / CHAUCER | wisdom without guile.
« on: 09/12/2018 at 23:02 »




THE CHAUCER FAMILY.
"wisdom without guile."

Thought to have been established around 900 BCE, the Chaucers are one of the older pureblood families in wizarding Britain. Though their origins are unclear, it's thought that the first core group of Chaucers migrated from the French Flanders around 1100 and landed somewhere in southern England; possibly what is now London.

Through history they have been thought of as rather crafty, as they have in nearly every situation preferred to settle themselves behind the scenes, and work from there: there have been several Chaucers who have served as undersecretaries to the Minister, and even served in the royal court of various British Muggle monarchs. They were also known through the fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth centuries as the bookkeeper purebloods, because many families entrusted the logistical workings of their respective fortunes to sharp Chaucer eyes-- they were shrewd, and occasionally criticised for their tough but fair policies: during the scandal which brought down the Thorne family in the 1500s, it was the Chaucer family who divvied up their fortune, lands, and titles, going so far as to claim some of it for themselves as payment.

Perhaps their most noted aspect, however, is their relationship to the Ellwood-Luxe family. Having been intimately acquainted since the beginning of the Ellwood-Luxe line, their relationship has been the subject of gossip for years. The Chaucers did keep books for the Ellwood-Luxes for a number of decades, and were instrumental in the acceptance of the Ellwood-Luxes by the wider aristocratic wizarding community at large-- but many people have taken this closeness in the wrong way, thinking them guilty of mutual nepotism, or else leeching off one another in some way. Despite this, the Chaucers and the Ellwood-Luxes have managed to remain close to this day.

The modern line of Chaucers are considerably less conservative than their predecessors. They have come to be known for their philanthropy and patient kindness, having hands in several charities, and are primary beneficiaries of a lesser school of magic in Norfolk, called the Blackhill Wood School of Magic. Nowadays, they tend to dislike the concept of blood purity and elitism, and their scheming ways are thought to have died at the turn of the century.

As a whole, the modern Chaucer values wisdom, critical thought, dedication, and cultivates a deep love for his family.





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Archived Applications / Lucretia Chaucer
« on: 06/08/2018 at 18:19 »

Application for Hogwarts School


→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Lucretia Mercy O’Shae Chaucer

Birthday: 26 December 1942

Hometown: Norwich, England; Newbridge, Ireland

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Charms

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): First, Second

Biography:

Laurel, lavender, forget-me-not, rose. He was frightened of small spaces and she knew it.

She'd said, "Papa, what's twins?"

"A twin is your brother or sister who grew with you in your Mamma's belly. Someone who looks like you, more than your other siblings. Sometimes they look completely alike-- your uncles Lu and Lo, for example. But sometimes they don't, like your brother Cade and sister Breanne."

Lucretia replied, "they're twins?"

"Yes, pet."

And so she smiled. "Me and Lorcan are twins."

Papa had laughed at that. "No, pet. Lorcan is older than you, and you didn't grow together in your Mamma's belly."

She frowned. "No. We're twins."

Lucretia knew things that her father didn't. She and Lorcan were just the same, and there was nothing more to that. She knew Lorcan was afraid of small spaces because she was, too.

It was mild and warm, and the roses had just begun to bud in the gardens at Pagefield Hall. The grass was lush and soft, and as Lorcan had gone the previous month without one of his breathing fits, he was allowed to accompany Lucretia outdoors to play.

"It's far, 'Cretia," he was saying to her, on his hands and knees at the foot of the shrubberies at the bottom of the house, peering sideways into the horizontal crawlspace that stretched beneath the house. They had been playing catch, Lucretia's doll abandoned face-up in the grass nearby. "We'll have to get Papa, I can't reach."

Lavender and laurel. The air was warm and sleepy. Lucretia's eyes narrowed.

"Can't you fit in there?"

"What?"

"You could crawl in."

Leaning back into a kneel, Lorcan frowned at her. "My trousers will get dirty, and Papa will be angry."

"You're afraid?"

"No," he interjected quickly. "I just--"

"I shan't wait around all day," Lucretia smoothed her sundress and turned, setting off to find her doll and leaving Lorcan kneeling there in the shrubbery.

She knew that she and Lorcan were twins because he would do whatever she wanted. She didn't even have to tell him; he knew.

Several minutes later, the ball dropped into the grass near where she sat with her doll, and Lucretia looked up to see Lorcan standing over her, trouser knees dirt-stained and his cheeks streaked with tears, his fists clenched.

She stood, evenly eye-to-eye with her brother. She took his hand, loosening his fingers out of their tight fist, and smiled at him; she didn't even care that his palm was dirty. Leaning toward him, she patted his face with her free hand.

"Hush, hush," she said to him, like Mamma would when any of them ever fussed. "You don't need to cry."

Forget-me-not, rose. She knew many things that others didn't.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Slytherin

Personality:

The youngest of five, Lucretia is used to being either overlooked or doted upon, without much of an in-between. As a result, she is a very shrewd child with a proclivity for getting her way in the most practical manner possible. However, she has never been whiny: she would consider crying an affront to her dignity. She has good manners and behaves as a little lady should, unlike, she thinks, her other sisters, whose manners she finds abysmal. Perhaps owing to the primary location of her upbringing-- Pagefield Hall-- she prefers to be outside in the gardens rather than cooped up indoors.

Appearance:

Having inherited the classic Chaucer look, Lucretia is very fair. She has discerning blue eyes and wispy blonde hair, and narrow features. She has so far grown rather slowly, and at eleven years old she is still rather small, but has the soft leaning look of someone about to have a growth spurt. She is willowy and not prone to quick movement, as though every action is carefully thought out.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

Option 2:

That rat of his was in for it now.

The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.

Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.

Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.

Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.

The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.

As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.

"You blasted rat! Where are you?"

He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.

Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.

Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."


She had been hoping not to run into anybody in the gardens at this hour; since she'd run into those upperclassmen kissing in what Lucretia had considered an indecently close range to the edges of the garden, she'd made sure to move carefully through the gardens if she wasn't taking an ordinary path.

Naturally, when she'd heard the scuffling and rustling ahead, she'd begun to move more slowly. The sounds ahead sounded more like they might belong to some wild animal than a student, or even a pair of students-- whatever it was was snuffling and thrashing wildly, and so Lucretia crept through the leaves carefully, not wanting to startle whatever was ahead--

but instead it was a mighty sneeze that startled her instead, and she gave a little start.

"Can I help you with something? It's not polite to stare."

Her caution dropped immediately, and her eyes narrowed. "Can I help you with something?" she sniffed, primly. "You're making a racket, and furthermore you are ruining the flowers."

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