THE BASICSName:
Acuzio KnightlockFormer Character's Name (if you had one):
Lylah Finn, Valentina Valdez, Prescott KnightlockCHARACTER DETAILSHouse Request:
None, he's at your discretion.Year:
4th preferrably, otherwise 5th year, please.Bloodline:
Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & SummoningMagical Weakness (pick one):
TranfiguartionBiography:
Acuzio Knightlock was born on July 4th to Callidora and Prescott Knightlock. He was the only child they would ever bear.
Callidora's maiden name was Isador, and she was the cousin of the female Montclaire head of family. She was more than happy to meet and wed Prescott, having heard what family he came from. Acuzio is Elizabeth Knightlock's second cousin, his father being her father's cousin.
When Acuzio was only 6, his mother was killed by a critical form of brain cancer. When they finally found it, it had spread too far to fully cure. He spent the remainder of his childhood with only his father, and the two are very close, though their relationship is tested by Prescott's time away for work.
Acuzio developed a deep love for music all throughout his childhood. His mother started him on it when he was little, and it only grew when his father passed on an old pair of DT48 headphones, the same pair that had been passed down for generations. They forever remained in the same weathered box. His father told him they were from the very first manufactured pairs of headphones, and almost none were sold commercially. As he went to Hogwarts, it was a strange day if you saw him without some kind of headphones. He would dangle them around his neck during class, and pop them back on in the hallways.
At eleven, he started his trek at Hoggies. It was strange for him to attend Hogwarts at such an early age, because the Knightlocks put their children through tutor-based schooling for at least the first three to five years of education. Acuzio was an exception, since it was Callidora’s wish to send him to Hogwarts right at eleven. Prescott felt obligated to comply with his late wife’s wishes. It took a little while for everyone to get used to Zio’s quirky ways, but as they did, he found himself easily likable. He was not without enemies, though. Few and far between as they were.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATIONPersonality:
Acuzio is a goof. He loves having fun, and if you meet him for five minutes, it's like you've known him for years. He's terrible with talking to beautiful women. He sort of clams up, then usually runs off. When he's passionate about something, he won't leave it alone. He's an average student, but he has to ask for help a lot. Often you can find him making some kind of music whenever he's not in class. He's almost in his own little world. He loves being outdoors over being inside.
Appearance:
Acuzio is thin and gangly, with dark hair and deep blue eyes. Hes about average height, and lacks much muscle mass. He keeps his hair flayed upward in a mess. He has a pearly white crooked smile.SAMPLE ROLEPLAYOption I:Blimey, the Great Hall was packed. It seemed like everywhere a guy looked there was some clown waving around a House banner or yelling about the game.
'Can you believe it?' 'No way!' 'This must be the biggest upset in Hogwarts Quidditch history...'
Stupid Quidditch.
James flopped into an empty seat at the end of the table, shoved an empty plate out of the way, and let his head sink onto his crossed arms, squishing his freckled nose down flat against the tabletop. He wasn't sure why he'd even bothered to come here, since he definitely wasn't hungry. He'd probably never eat again, in fact. He didn'tdeserve to eat. He hadn't stopped in the locker room to change out of his muddy, sweaty uniform after the game either, because he was pretty sure he probably didn't deserve to be clean too; and anyway he couldn't stand to see the looks on his team mates' faces after he blew their chance at winning one of the biggest games they had ever played.
Just one lousy shot. That's all it would have taken. If he could have just got that one stupid foul shot to go through that one stupid hoop, they could have won and he wouldn't have been the biggest blockhead in the entire school.
As if to prove the point, half the people at the next table suddenly broke into a loud victory chant. James pressed his face further into his arms to hide the bright red blotches he could feel creeping up his cheeks. That was it. He was just going to have to run away and move to Nova Scotia. He'd just cost the three-year-in-a-row Champions the Quidditch Cup! How do you ever live that one down for crying out loud? He was only a second year and he was going to spend the rest of his life as 'that dumb cry-baby kid who dropped the Quaffle!'
It felt like every set of eyes in the room was boring into him, and James couldn't stand it anymore. He jerked himself back up from the table and stomped right back out of the Hall the same way he had come in. As he stormed into the quieter hallway outside, he could hear footsteps somewhere behind him. James rounded on the sound and began to shout, his brown eyes shining with tears. "WHAT! Haven't you ever seen a loser before? Why don't you just take a picture!"
Sample Roleplay Response:
Stepping out of the classroom, a great feeling of relief washed over Acuzio. Finally, classes were done for the week, and he could look forward to commentating on the quidditch match that afternoon. His headphones rested haphazardly on his noggin, only covering one ear.
Once he dropped his school bag off at the dorm, he made his way to the Quidditch pitch early. He took his time setting up to comment on the game play-by-play, and slowly excitement wriggled itself into his features and demeanor.
~*~
The game was over, and Acuzio whooped and hollered as he returned into the cafeteria. He was a little late, since he had to take down what he set up. He had just reached for a high five from the winning team's keeper when a kid brushed past him in a hurry. Distracted, Acuzio turned to see who it was. His eyebrows rose when he noticed it was James. The poor chap had gotten butterfingers at the last second, which had given Acuzio a lot to comment about. Hastily he jogged after the bloke, but a short time after he pursued him, he found himself face to face with an upset wizard.
"Aw, come off it, James. T'aint so bad, at least you're in one piece instead of in the hospital ward." He clapped the guy on the shoulder, trying to rustle him out of his foul mood.
