Jonas Phin Tuck

[B. Foster]

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Jonas Phineas Tuck
Gender: Male
Age: 27 (April 5th, 1945)

Education: 
Salem Institute, 1956-1960
Hogwarts 1960-1963, Ravenclaw

Residence:
London, small flat close to work.

Occupation:
Clerk

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Ministry of Magic, The Department of Magical Cooperation

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 14
• Transfiguration: 7
• Divination: 1
• Summoning: 10

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Thomas Sincade and Verity Faith Mays

Special Phrase:tibbles beard of power

Biography:
Jonas Tuck was born and raised in Manchester, New York. His father was American Wizard, and his mother had been an Irish Witch. They had met during the war, and in the end they fell in love and had Jonas. He grew up in a happy home, and when his abilities began to manifest he was sent off to the Salem Institute. He did rather well there, made friends, ran around and even fell in love. He did not like divination. Did not like the idea of being able to tell the future and that was it, that and he insulted the teacher a few times. Needless to say he was not welcomed in that classroom. He wanted everything to be a surprise, and well an event definitely surprised him close to his fifteenth birthday.

Jonas's parents were killed in an automobile accident, before the end of his fourth year at the Institute.

For a month after his parent’s death he did not talk to anyone. Just simply held onto the locket that his mother had been wearing, fused shut and smashed, he did not have the heart to try and open it.

For a month after the funeral, everyone seemed to be fighting with what to do with him. The state wanted to take him away, his grandparents on his mother's side did not want anything to do with him, and his father had been an only child. It took a while, but finally his mother's youngest brother decided to take the boy in. He traveled a lot studying dragons and protecting their migratory routes, but considering no one else wanted to take him Jonas did not object. He liked his uncle. He was rather scatter brained, and his uncle's house in Wales was cluttered with random objects and curios from his travels, but his Uncle was a patient man.

He let Jonas adjust, and create his own space and even suggested he take a year off from school to travel with him, if he wanted.

Although that was exciting, Jonas had declined. He needed to continue his education, and considering it was easier to travel to Hogwarts instead of Salem he was transferred in to start his fifth year. He met some people, made some friends, some rivals, and he even got to play quidditch a few times. He liked the game, but he knew he could never go pro with it.

After graduating from Hogwarts, he took some time to go back to the United States, working at the Ministry there, along with working at a muggle library part time. He had gone back in an attempt to find the girl he loved, but he had not much luck trying to find her.

Last year, he had been offered a position within the British Ministry in the Department of Magical Cooperation, and he decided to take it. His uncle helping him again with setting up a place to live in London, and then that is where he is today.

Jonas has a few vices. He smokes, he curses, and although he is rather professional in the work place his home is rather cluttered and not nearly as neat as he would like. He eats out a lot, not doing well with cooking except maybe toast and spaghetti. He enjoys muggle things, and has a collection books and records, and also a work in progress of his family tree is hanging from a wall in his room. He had started it a year after his parent's death trying to connect himself back to his father, considering he did not know much about that side of his family. He has something of a temper, not scared of speaking his mind or emoting what he is feeling. This makes him seem rather careless at times, but he had adopted a philosophy that seems to work well with him: If it happens it happens, and it won't happen unless you do something.

ROLEPLAY
Reply as your character to the following:

It was impossible for Dianne to stay out of trouble. It wasn't that she was looking for trouble, it's just that trouble always managed to find her. Today she wished she could find something equally familiar but more comforting.

The five-year old girl hugged her puffskein closer to her and brushed her face in its soft fur for comfort. She had named him herself and he was always her special pet. No she was certain she had never gone down this side street before. Her anxiety increased every second as darkness fell as she walked down the road. A loud noise came to her left and she buried her face in her pet's fur completely. The scared girl bolted the opposite way slamming the both of them into the wall of the nearest building. Tottering back a few steps she found a door a few feet to her right and ran to open it. What light there was inside spilled out into the darkness and she spilled into the room.

Once in, she was caught between the impulse to curl her cloak up more tightly around her and loosen her grip on it. She wasn't alone anymore but she was now among strangers instead, which was nearly as terrifying. Her puffskein had recovered from the shock of the wall and now was purring contentedly as the girl hugged it, causing a mildly calming effect on the girl. Gathering her courage, she marched up to the nearest person, pulled on the nearest clothing hem and blurted out in a loud voice:

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

She paused to draw a breath in her nearly never-ending sentence, "He misses my and his mommy."

To explain the scared girl held up the custard-colored puffskein. Sambundeakin the puffskein, however simply purred as if nothing on earth was wrong in the world.

Roleplay Response:

Jonas blinked down at the little girl, holding the puffskein in her hands. Then he looked at the lit fire at the end of his wand, and also moved the unlit cigarette in his mouth from one side to the other. It had been a long day at the office. Too much paperwork, and everyone trying to put their job on him. It was enough for some to go crazy, and Jonas had been quite close to doing that. The only saving grace he had was that he had people that owed him favors, along with the ability to intimidate others into doing his work. Not that he would admit it was intimidation.

It was somewhat hard not to be intimidating really. When Jonas stood at his full height and didn’t slouch, he was taller than average, he also had the ability to give a glare that made people turn around before ever speaking to him.


"He misses my and his mommy.”


Giving another glance at the young girl, he gave a sigh as he distinguished the flame and tucked his wand back into his coat pocket. Taking the cigarette from his mouth he crouched down to get closer to the little girl’s eye level, looking her over. “Can you tell me where you last saw your mother?” Best to start there than to start wandering off in a random direction.

The little girl’s mother was probably looking for her right now, and he rather not be reported for kidnapping.

[Professor Tibble]

Accepted.

However, note that your lowest magic level must be at least half of your highest (round down) so you will need to amend your magic levels request. Thanks.

[B. Foster]

Charms: 13
Transfiguration: 6
Divination: 6
Summoning: 7

that works right?

[Esme Vartan]

You got it.