Icarus Caelius Paladin

[Lucille Hopland]

Application for Hogwarts School

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Name: Icarus Caelius Paladin

Birthday: November 3rd, 1925

Hometown: England

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Fifth (preferred), Sixth

Biography:
Palatine Hall, ca. 1939
 
Sharp, porcelain teeth glinted in the dim light as Icarus glared at his older brother from across the room. He wasn’t a child, he wasn’t six years old anymore, and he was damn sure he could make decisions for himself. The way they were treating him had nothing to do with how capable he was, nor his age, but instead of how absurd their beliefs were. They were bigger incompetent fools than he thought if they truly believed some squabble between Germany and the rest of the world would put his life in danger.

They underestimated him, they underestimated his school, and put them both on the same level as the little fairies that danced about at Hogwarts.

“I’m perfectly safe and you all know it.”

He ignored the look his mother shot him.

“I demand to go back.”

The silence that filled the room at his declaration was suffocating. It was like slowly, one by one, every single one of his relatives had a wrapped their gnarled hands around his throat and were slowly squeezing. It was the look in their eyes; one that said, back off and sit down before we strike. He was pushing it, he knew, but he couldn’t stop.

It was this obstinate need of his. He needed to push against; he needed to test their limits. It filled the urge within him that demanded he exert his power. Some say it’s because he’s the second male of the family. He saw it as knowing what he wanted and taking it.

"Stay silent, you foolish boy!"

“No, you keep quiet.” The words were uttered harshly, shockingly almost, and in stark contrast to the quiet, rushed tones they’d been speaking in.

His first mistake.

“None of you would understand what it’s like there, and you’d hardly even begin to comprehend what I’ve built up!” The connections he made would provide useful, and if nothing else, amusement in the years to come. What was there to offer at a school named as ridiculously as it was and with a reputation to match?

Underestimating. Presumptuous. His second mistake.

“Just because all of you were mindless enough to make the mistake of going to such a shi—“ Even he knew when he’d crossed the line, the sting to his cheek with just a painful reminder. His head tilted with the force of the hex, and the sensation of tiny little pinpricks spread all along his cheekbone. It was painful but he held his tongue, refusing to give them the satisfaction of crying out.

Third strike--

"It was not your right to attend Durmstrang, but a privilege. We are now rescinding that privilege because of your lack of appreciation of both it and the situation at hand."

The blood rushed up to his cheeks and he had to bite his tongue from making any noise of discomfort.

"You will be withdrawn from Durmstrang shortly. I expect you to make all the necessary preparations prior to your departure."

His fists clenched at his sides, but still he said nothing. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew when it was time to draw back.

"Once you return home, you shall live here, in the Hall, and share Pacifica and Paris' tutor for the time being. Is that understood?"

--and he was out.

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House Request: I was thinking Slytherin? (Anything but Hufflepuff!)

Personality: Icarus is a prat and spoiled and likes to push the buttons of those around him, but never will you hear him second guess himself or his abilities. Even when he knows he's in the wrong. Saying he's overconfident is an understatement and proving him otherwise is hard enough without his thick-headedness. Unlike his more reserved family members, he's loud, he's obnoxious, and he'll push every boundary known to man. In the end, though, he'll still expect you to take him seriously and melt at his feet when deemed necessary.

To those who know him well, or even those who’ve spoken to him and been around him long enough, know of his complete disregard for the opposite sex. He likes to use people, likes to know what he can gain from certain relationships, and while blood-status isn’t a big issue with him, where you come from and how you present yourself is. He seems like the kind of guy to want to surround himself with materialistic things, and he is--to a point. He does it for appearances mostly, while the people he knows he’ll put up with always are the only ones that see him at his most casual.

Appearance: Icarus is a momma’s boy in personality and in looks--but mostly in looks. He has his mother’s full head of silky, dirty blonde hair, and for this he is eternally thankful. The strands are a bit long, brushing just past the tips of his ears, and he usually wears it gelled back or pushed out of his face. His eyes are a family trait; clear grey in color with flecks of green dotting his iris. His build is slight but muscular, the early teen years doing him well, and he’s little over average height for his age. Used to looking down at most people, it throws him off when he encounters those of similar height or taller.

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His hair was wet at the tips and coiled playfully outwards, as if reaching out towards the high-heavens. Icarus ran a disgruntled hand through his dripping locks, a pathetic attempt at appeasing the unruly strands, and muttered obscenely under his breath.

There was no need for him to be so angry; it’d been his fault he’d gotten himself caught outside at the start of what seemed like a tsunami. The downpour started when he’d been on his way back from the Menagerie, and hadn’t let up since. Now, as he made his way through the empty corridors, he couldn’t help but shudder at the feel of his wet robes clinging heavily to his skin.

There was nothing he hated more than feeling uncomfortable, and who in their right mind would while completely soaked?

To say his mood was testy at best would be an understatement.

The slip of a girl slid from out of nowhere, and Icarus hissed under his breath just as his feet came to a stuttering halt in front of her. Watching her gangly limbs catch up to him had been comical, but what soon followed her appearance crushed what little amusement he’d had at the moment.

“What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”

He didn’t think he’d heard her right.

No, he hoped he hadn’t, for he didn’t know what he’d do if the only reason the little chit had dared to interrupt him was for a question as ridiculous as her run.

“Come again?” For her sake, he prayed she ‘d picked up on the barely concealed annoyance and went crawling back into the hole she slipped out of.

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[Marlena Adele Gillespie]

Mr. I. Paladin,

Congratulations, your application to Hogwarts School has been accepted. Term begins 01 May, 2014. Currently, students have gathered at Camp Loki. Your admission is joint for both the school and Camp Loki, and we encourage you to spend your summer there. Should you choose, you may also visit our Elsewhere board via the Floo Network to visit or purchase school supplies. We look forward to seeing you at the School.

Regards,
Marlena Gillespie,
Duelling Coordinator