Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Octavian Griffin

Birthday: 2 November 1932

Hometown: London, England

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 6th, 7th

Biography:

Octavian had never expected anything particularly challenging out of life. Oh, it was intended that he make a name for himself, certainly—as long as it coincided with the respectability and tradition of the Griffin name. But he had thousands of years of lineage and a formidable father to back his inevitable rise to power, and enough vaults full of galleons to secure it. He learned quickly, and he was everything his parents hoped he would be: a bright, obedient son and heir to his father, and to his mother, a curious, sweet boy who took to the piano almost before he learned to walk.

But, as these things will tend to do, Octavian’s life did not go as expected.

He began noticing the tension when he was five or so: the new lines on his father’s face, the way his mother took to wringing her hands, as though they were never at peace (except when she played the piano, Octavian observed). He was ten before he realized the cause: his family’s fortune had been reduced to a few sickles and knuts in the corner of a long-forgotten bank vault. Octavian still couldn’t comprehend where the money might have gone, or who could have absconded with all the shining, golden promise of his future prospects, but his father’s stoic silence on the matter was unwavering.

He’d understand someday. For now, he had to uphold the Griffin name.

And so Octavian was shipped off to live with his uncle and cousin, Jolyon, a boy his own age but so unlike him in manner that they might as well have been born on different planets. His uncle still sat comfortably on mountains of galleons, his country estate one of unassuming prosperity, rather than the conspicuous wealth Octavian was accustomed to. His uncle was everything a Griffin was not supposed to be: brash, daring, and utterly insensitive to the family’s lineage and expectations. He had made his galleons on some sort of outlandish adventure, and now, secure in everything but his older brother’s approval, he’d gladly taken stewardship of Octavian.

The boys spent their first year at Hogwarts, but afterwards (once Octavian's father, concerned that they might reveal his penury to the whole of the wizarding world, pressed the point by invoking some sort of familial loyalty) they were enrolled in private tutoring. By the time Octavian turned sixteen, though, his father realized he'd begun to show promise of a different sort.

After all, he was nearly of marriageable age, now. And a good marriage might offer all kinds of benefits—including a path back to prosperity.

So Octavian—still oblivious to his unfortunate fate—was sent back to Hogwarts.

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House Request: Slytherin

Personality:
Octavian’s cool, placid exterior belies a tendency towards strong feeling; once his attention has landed on something, interest quickly gives way to passion. Curious by nature, he values knowledge above all else—not just for its own sake, but as a tool, and when properly wielded, a weapon.

Appearance:
Once quite small for his age, Octavian now stands taller than many of his peers at nearly six feet, although his build is still on the slim side. He has light brown hair and hazel eyes that he inherited from his mother, and the patrician features of the Griffin line. While his bearing sometimes seems just shy of formal, he's obviously much more at home in his own skin than he was as a child.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.

It was strange being back, but not unpleasant. While Octavian might not share the years of camaraderie his yearmates enjoyed, he at least had a sense of what Hogwarts was about—and his copious notes on the castle, though written in the uncertain penmanship of his eleven-year-old self, ensured that he never lost his way.

He did so hate the feeling of being lost.

As a result, his footsteps were purposeful as he traversed the dungeon corridors, echoing against the cobblestones with just the right degree of certainty. He wouldn't have wavered in his course had it not been for the tiny, warbling voice of the girl, hushed as if in prayer. Octavian hesitated, his brow knitting in vague curiosity.

Her second question almost prompted a laugh at its ludicrousness. Instead, he simply rounded the corner, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Of course not. She's dead, you know." He'd heard the rumors that Emma Birch had returned to haunt the castle corridors she'd once walked—but they were just that, rumors. There was no validity to them, and it wouldn't be doing the girl a kindness to encourage such fanciful thoughts. Nevertheless, his expression softened just slightly. "No need to be frightened. There aren't any ghosts to jump out at you—just me. I'm Octavian."

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