Bedwyr Aedd Medraut

[Bedwyr Aedd Medraut]

Application for Hogwarts School

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Name: Bedwyr Aedd Medraut

Birthday: February 14th, 1926

Hometown: Ynys Môn (The Isle of Anglesey), Wales

Bloodline: Halfblood

Magical Strength (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one): Transfiguration

Year (pick two): Fifth year, or sixth year

Biography:
Descended from a willfully forgotten corner of the Medraut family tree, Bedwyr’s grandfather - Vortigern Medraut -  ladies’ man and the eldest sibling of his generation, was disowned when he married the Muggle woman Rowena Maddox. The small island family unit, cut off from the mainland Medraut resources, survived over decades only with great work and care. Father and mother, Cadwy and Aoife, did their best to raise Bedwyr to be the happy boy he became with what little they had and avoided all witches and wizards that they knew they would not be welcomed by, to avoid having their son made to feel like dirt for his grandfather’s actions. Or, worse, for simply existing.

From this, through childhood and early homeschooling, Bedwyr has grown into a boy very comfortable with life; largely oblivious to the political and financial problems faced by his family and much more interested in basing his interactions with people on how fun or physically attractive he finds them, rather than what kind of blood they have. He’s book smart but not at all worldly.

Now finally able to begin tuition at Hogwarts, Bedwyr is a young man not only widening his social options but is also entering the political landscape, potentially coming into contact with other Medrauts - or even other families who have an already formed opinion of his surname and/or blood. Will it be butterbeer, women and song for the halfblood boy, or just blood, sweat and tears?

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Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request: Ravenclaw

Personality: The very puckish Bedwyr is what people his parents’ age would call a “skirt chaser”. He’s a boy who is well-read and who enjoys the consumption of literature, volume upon volume; but, unlike a typical Ravenclaw, he largely consumes it to impress girls with, rather than for its own sake. He lacks any clear, long-term desires or plans for a Slytherin’s ambition, being more interested in instant gratification, and could also be said to possess no real bravery or strength of character. While he is easy-going and happy most of the time, if all of his chips were to suddenly fall away, Bedwyr would find no core of emotional guidance in himself. His character relies on a stable environment, with no real major moral causes for him to fight in. It’s partly for this reason that he cultivates a personality based on hedonism, to keep life that much easier at every step. He’s generally well-meaning and is not purposefully unkind. Although his own fantasies, attractions and games do take precedence for him over the relationships of other people. Loyalty only lasts until girls express an interest in him.

Appearance: Bedwyr’s appearance matches his approach to behaviour - charisma and fun above all, with seriousness or formality only important if they service that fun. A tall and slender young man, with just enough muscle tone to fit his idea of being physically attractive, he can usually be found with a mischievous grin on his face; his attempt at a disarming smile. Straw coloured hair and blue eyes round out his self image as a “golden boy”.

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Please reply to one of the Sample Roleplays below.

Option 2:

“Oh, come now!"

Astrid Bixby’s voice carried down the corridor, the tall blonde girl not far behind. Her interviewee – or victim, depending on perspective – turned a corner and she frowned. They were always so elusive when she needed them. Sure, they would talk as if there was no tomorrow during class, but once she actually needed them to say something, they were nowhere to be found. Gryffindors.

Flustered, Astrid stopped in the middle of the corridor and stared, her parchment hanging limply from her hand. She was a good reporter, really, and she always did her best to make sure that everything she wrote was accurate. She glanced down to the quill, eyeing it with disdain. It wasn’t her fault if her quill misquoted. How was she supposed to know? It made for interesting articles, at least, and if she had misquoted the Head Boy last term as saying he had a love for stuffed animals, then that gave him personality. Astrid sighed.

A pout formed on her lips as she turned away, discouraged. The corridor was mercifully empty, though the doors to The Spellbound – the school newspaper – were ominously closed. Corbridge was a mercifully sweet editor, but Astrid was terrified of disappointing her all the same. She had to come back with quotes.
Her eyes, blue, trailed her surroundings before choosing a new path, and she turned down a new corridor. A figure was ahead, and her eyes lit up, an impossibly rosy smile blossoming across her lips.

“Hey!” Astrid called, her voice light and singsong. She trotted to catch the person, her shoes clicking on the stone floor. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Her legs aided her admittedly poor running, and Astrid gasped as she came closer. “What do you think about serving frog legs at lunch? Some say it’s a delicacy, but others think it’s plain gross.”


RP Response:

The brochures, rumours and other paraphernalia for reputation-spreading all touted Hogwarts as a site of impeccable beauty; a vision of natural splendor greater than any magic. As Bedwyr walked down the wide hallway, he could see the claims were very true. Redheads, blondes, brunettes, all around and of all shapes and sizes. The castle could practically be ordained as a holy land for men who were searching for beautiful women.

A chubby kid bashed against Bedwyr’s arm from behind as he came running passed. He looked over his shoulder while keeping onward, at full speed, to call out. “Oi, watch it, ya Gog!”

Bedwyr raised his hand, the back of it aimed out towards the fleeing chubby speedster, and pointed his index and middle finger upwards while returning verbal fire. “Five syllables. That’s good, Pryce. You’re growing as a person!”

He turned his face to a tall girl who had begun walking alongside him through the hall, smiled and waggled his eyebrows charmingly. The girl smiled back. As she passed by, the young Medraut took a discrete look at the curve of her backside.

Amazing.

”Hey!”

A voice from somewhere behind, light, long and sing-songy. “Wait up! It’s for the paper!” Scanning his eyes across the few figures left in the area, Bedwyr’s attention instantly settled on the girl who appeared to be trying to mix great speed with a complete inability to run in the shoes she was wearing. There was something inspirational about the levels of bloody-mindedness required for a person to succeed in such an oxymoronic combination.

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

Bedwyr shrugged - enough to express thought for the question but not enough to make it seem like he didn’t care about the girl’s need for someone to answer it - as he gently made eye contact. “I’m all in favour of the consumption of legs,” he said with a smile. “In fact, tell you what, it’s lunch in five. How about we sit down and you ask me anything you need?”


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Previous Characters (if applicable): The mighty Freja Skov, Thomas More (and co.)

How did you find us?: With magic

[Marlena Adele Gillespie]

Mr. B. Medraut,

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