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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name:. Graham Ellis Blaire
Birthday:. January 4th, 1960
Hometown: Wales
Bloodline:Muggleborn
Magical Strength (pick one):Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination
Year (pick two):2nd or 3rd
Biography:Graham was born the middle child of two middle children. And it was this fact that led him to believe that he was cursed to live a vexingly middle life. He grew up in a small suburb of Wales. His neighborhood was made up of newly developed tract houses, each identical, (aside from their varying neutral tones), and stamped equidistantly on either side of a newly asphalted road. His father was a banker by trade and his mother was a receptionist at that very same bank. His older brother, Geoffrey, was known for his athletic ability. He spent his school year hopping from sport season to season with ease. His younger sister, Gretchen, was for lack of a better term, a genius. She was so bright in fact that she had skipped two grades putting her a year ahead of Graham (a fact that even Graham’s friends loved to remind him of daily)
And then there was Graham and this middle curse. Nothing truly extraordinary ever happened to him, unless one considered his extraordinarily bad luck. The boy was jinxed to the point of conspiracy. He truly believed that inanimate objects would purposely leap into his bath to trip him. Stones, baseballs, carpets, jump ropes. If it could go unnoticed, he would undoubtedly find himself tripping over it. Every morning without fail he would miss the bottom step coming down into the living even though he knew that he had counted them precisely. He wasn’t allowed to carry a key to the house anymore because of the number that he had lost or broken in the lock. Gretchen was in charge of the key. The world was plotting against him.
The one good thing about the curse was that it forced his parents to pay attention to him. If they weren’t fawning over Geoffrey’s most recent trophy, they were praising Gretchen for her latest scholarly achievement. When you are cursed to a middle life you don’t have amazing grades or the ability to even catch a baseball. And so he was often overlooked. At least every morning without fail when he missed that last step, his father would sigh loudly from behind the newspaper while his mother chastised him about needing to be more careful.
However, that changed the day his letter arrived. It was another unassuming summer day. His father was outside trimming the lawn, his mower one in a symphony of other mowers as all of the other fathers were out doing the same. It was as if they had all gotten together to synchronize their schedule. Geoffrey was on the way out to go play basketball with some friends while Gretchen was reading a book on astrophysics or quantum mechanics or something like that on the couch. And Graham was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for his mother to return with peroxide and bandages. While riding his bike to the local comic shop to pick up a stack of the latest issues, a massive bird swooped down in front of him and he lost control of the handlebars. Comic books were his one safe place and now even purchasing them was becoming a dangerous pursuit. Luckily, he was just outside his house, so he made his way inside to reluctantly ask his mother to bandage his road-rashed knees.
While waiting for his mother though, it wasn’t the freshly printed comic books that had his interest. It was the letter. The letter that the bird had unceremoniously dropped on him before taking flight again. After his mother huffed off in the direction of the first aid kit, he pulled it out from behind the cover of The Incredible Hulk issue #141. It had his name on it and strangely his address right down to location of his bedroom. Third door, end of the hall. Quickly, he tore through the envelope and began reading a longwinded fairytale. Something about a school of magic and needing to buy a bat or a cat and finding a train platform that couldn’t exist. He rolled his eyes. Someone was clearly playing some kind of prank on him. There was no such thing as magic, at least not in his world. He slid the envelope and letter across the table.
Just as his mother approached with the bandages, his father came in from mowing the lawn and caught a glimpse of the scene. Graham was ready for the annoyed sigh. But it didn’t come. His fathers’ eyes were locked on the letter, specifically the large crest printed at the top. Graham’s father snatched the papers up and he began to read. When he looked up from the letter, he was looking at Graham with a look of recognition and pride the Graham had never experienced from either of his parents before. Things were never the same after that.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request:Hufflepuff or Gryffindor
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character. Remember, you can only roleplay your own character's actions, not Evangeline's or Hugh's.Option 2:That rat of his was in for it now.
The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.
Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.
Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.
Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.
The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.
As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.
Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.
Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Roleplay Response:Sanctuary.
Graham threw himself onto the stone bench, his heavy book bag thumping onto the worn seat next to him. Quickly he rummaged through parchments and texts, quills and potion ingredients until he found what he was looking for. Wonder Woman #200, The Beauty Hater. His father had sent it to him as an end of term gift.
It was strange. Their relationship had grown to something almost completely unrecognizable since his acceptance at this school. Prior to that fateful day when the owl sent him careening over the handlebars of his three speed Schwinn. That bird had flipped his world upside down in more ways than one. Who could have guessed that his father had known of this place all along and that Graham would be his families first connection to the magical world in almost a century?
His fingers slid over the glossy plastic that protected the cover as he thought of what a disappointment his father would consider him now. Graham really thought that now that he had his thing that made him stand out it would have been broken. But no. Exploding potions. Spell mishaps. Tripping over Banner, his massive cat. Honestly, he should have gotten an owl. Every day since he had arrived at Hogwarts brought a new and more profound embarrassment.
The worst being what had happened merely a few moments ago as the mail was being delivered. Spilling porridge all down the front of Marjory Stewart-Baxter's as he excitedly tore into the package his father had sent him. She was the prettiest girl in his class, and she was wearing his breakfast. With a grace he had never exhibited before, (and quite honestly probably never would again), he leapt over the bench in the Great Hall and made his way to his favorite place. The Gardens.
As he began to pull the comic from its protective sheath, he felt something strange on his foot. Looking down he immediately let out a squeal of terror as he made eye contact with a beady eyed rat. He instinctively threw himself backwards in a flurry of cries, paper and gangly limbs. The rat flew through the air as Graham landed square on his back, a cloud of dirt forming around him. He laid there staring up into the sky. No place was safe from the curse.
After a few moments he stood and began dusting himself off, eyes scanning his surroundings for the infernal creature and The Beauty Hater. As he did, he caught sight of another student in the midst of what he could only assume was a sneezing fit. He watched as the older student righted himself.
"Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare." Graham watched the boy wipe his nose with his sleeve, swearing he saw a line of snot trail in the air as he pulled his arm away from the offending nostril.
“I wasn’t staring,” Graham heard himself saying a bit louder than he expected. “I was just attacked!” It was then that he saw his comic book, a mess of crumpled pages at the other boys feet. As he bent down to pick it up, brushing the dirt off its cover he muttered “You’d think with all this magic, they’d be able to keep out one lousy rat.”
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