CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter name: Lincoln Litchfield
Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: Eugene Bryce, Able Lewis Sorley, Lincoln Litchfield
Character age: 31
Character education: Hogwarts graduate, Gryffindor
Strength and weaknesses (details please): In many ways Lincoln embodies the Gryffindor stereotype – daring, nerve, boldness, chivalrous, extreme loyalty.
And they of course have their downside – too much daring, nerve, and boldness can lead to brash decisions, accidents, and hurt feelings. Extreme loyalty on one side can leave you blind to the other...
Lincoln is a well read young man, and as a student the top of his class. As an adult, his life is his Ministry job, and slacking off is simply not in his vocabulary. Work keeps him busy, which he likes, but it takes away free time to work on himself and as a result he has very little social interaction.
While he generally radiates with confidence in the things that he does, he doesn’t have confidence in who he is as a person. It was a push from some family that started this crazy idea of sorting books, with the hope that a wife, or at least a friend, might come from it.
Physical description: Though the families power of divination had skipped him, the unblemished dark chestnut skin, broad, intimidating stance and a pinpoint stare that seems to see through to the very soul, mark him as a Litchfield. Lincoln stands just above average height, at six foot, not the tallest in the family but taller than most, with a build proudly sculpted from playing Quidditch Keeper during his years at Hogwarts and with his siblings during summer.
He keeps his hair cropped short, close to his skull, to keep the tightknit curls from springing to an unruly fro. His hazel eyes are far-sighted, so he keeps a pair of well used thick rimmed glasses in the pocket of his coat in order to read. As far as clothes go, Lincoln likes to keep things dressy. Suits, sport coats, dress shirts, ties and fedoras frequent his wardrobe in a variety of patterns and colors; he isn’t shy about mixing and matching.
Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.):Lincoln is a friendly chap, good at empathizing with others (though he’s not a gifted empath like his father, he seems to have taken on some of his traits), and always finds some way to help someone or cheer them up. He is efficient and charismatic in all aspects of his life – his job at the Department of Mysteries, dealing with his friends and family, helping someone he doesn’t know, looking for something that might be lost, doing the dishes… – except when it comes to his love life. He keeps himself busy to avoid ever having one.
Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:Always looking for new opportunities and experiences, Linc heard about the faculty openings from his good friend, Robert Oliveroot. Being curious, he looked into what was open, and thought he could help out with the librarian position. He loves Hogwarts and misses its beautiful halls and the freedom being there gave him.
He spent so much time in the library as a student, working diligently on his papers and assignments, looking for books to read in his spare time… He made his way to the top of his class because of the library, it now only seems fitting to return the favor and help patrol the isles, return the books to their shelves, and help other students find the right books they need.
Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.): The Litchfield family predates the name, but there is pride in age, and no one can deny the Litchfield’s their legacy. Lines traced and ancestors linked, the Litchfield family can successfully be placed to ancient tribes deep within the forests of what is now Brazil. A line of seers; of those who foretold events to come and sought guidance from those long since passed. Renown for skills through their small tribes, it wasn’t until the first Wizard approached, did the family learn their skill was still in need of harnessing.
The Fortsauve School of Magic of Brazil was where the Litchfield’s began their schooling, but it would not be where they ended it. With knowledge always came aspiration, a desire to expand beyond what had been told. It was with this craving that the first Litchfield was born. William Litchfield, a name given when he first made the move to Britain. He entered the world in both a difficult and prosperous time. The Goblin rebellions gave the chance to make a name for an unknown man. Prophesies and premonitions, William’s assistance lead to victories, and his name was no longer unknown. Years passed, and the Litchfield’s became a line of wizard’s synonymous with high skills in divination.
Witches and Wizards attended Hogwarts, and the desire to keep their line pure began just as the Ministry of Magic came to be. the care for pureblood was strongly ingrained, their roots of a desire of knowledge and strength have seen children primarily as Gryffindors, and occasionally Ravenclaws. Always gifted with sight. Whether they practiced astrology, crystal-gazing, dream interpretation, or tessomancy, the Litchfields were known for their accuracy, easily gaining employment at the Ministry.
The years passed, tradition became something unbroken. At least, in most cases.
Lincoln was the exception. Lincoln never had a vision about the past, present, or future. He couldn’t find the meaning in dreams, and he certainly couldn’t read the soggy language the tea leaves spelt out inside his cups. His parents, Dahlia and Grogan Litchfield weren’t put off by his inability to See, simply stating that one day it would come to him. They had faith in their blood, and they knew from ancestors stories that the ability came when it was needed most.
Not to mention that they had four other boys after him who could all had great sight, and were destine to have their own children with the same, Litchfield abilities.
When his time at Hogwarts came, Lincoln was relived to find that when the old hat sat on top of his head, it barely took a second to yell out Gryffindor. He had been worried since he had learned about the school that he would disappoint his parents by being the only sightless Litchfield in Hufflepuff. He continued to prove himself, making up for his inability to See by being in the top of his classes – accept for Divination, but with his knowledge of the subject from his family, he skimmed through it fine. Charms was a subject he particularly excelled in and enjoyed. He happened to be one hell of a Keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, as well, an honor that not many of his family possessed.
After Hogwarts, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to work along side his father, wanted to work in the Ministry of Magic. Lincoln’s father was an Unspeakable, as had his father’s brother and their father, working in the Department of Mysteries to keep most ancient prophesies protected. The Litchfields were a well-known name in the Ministry, so when Lincoln applied for a small desk job after Hogwarts, it wasn’t long before he was in. He started small, working hard and making himself known (and with such a name and heritage at his back), it took only a few years until he was offered a job as an Unspeakable.
SAMPLE ROLEPLAY(Please respond to to this in third person past tense. Do not write the other characters' reactions. Only your own.) The water by the lakeshore rippled, dark under the overcast sky, and thick with moss growth. Ripples grew into small waves, spreading in concentric circles that sloshed against the rocks and sent a small family of mice living in a rotted out log above the waterline scurrying for cover.
And then the lake exploded.
A fountain erupted, splattering muddy water and assorted bits of lake bottom. Something very, very large thrashed and roiled, tentacles slapping wildly at the surface.
Elizabeth despised the squid, and more importantly, she disapproved of it. It was disorderly. Truth be told, she was the sort of woman who disapproved of a great many things, the disorderly ones most particularly. A tall, severe woman in her forties who never smiled, Elizabeth was so parsimonious with praise that it was said that if good will could be saved up she'd be sitting on a pile of it like dragon over a horde. The school's Headmistress was very good at disapproval.
Brown water flowed in a tent around her upraised wand, blocked by an invisible umbrella.
“He has a cold again!” Pythagorea Proud, the school’s much-harried Deputy Headmistress fussed, as she shook a spatter of mud off of her arm. She hadn’t been as quick with her wand work.
“He won’t take his medicine. We’ve been trying all morning. Someone is going to have to deal with him!”Arms folded, the tip of Elizabeth’s pointed black and very sensible shoe tapped against the rocky bank. She glanced over at their newest Professor, her expression thoughtful. “You’ll do,” she offered flatly, her tone leaving little room for argument. This was going to prove to be a very different sort of interview...
Roleplay Response:A thick rain of water and lake sludge fell down upon him, drenching him to the bone. He hadn’t been ready for it, unlike Elizabeth with her magical umbrella. He stood a sopping mess, and now his nice dress clothes we’re uncomfortably wet.
“You’ll do.”Lincoln raised an eyebrow. Him? Deal with the squid? If Lincoln had anything to say about it, Robert probably would have been a much better choice, being the Magical Creatures teacher and all. The way he had dealt with the Erumpent the first day they had met at the Ministry last year had been impressive.
But as it were,
he had been the one chosen.
“Right.” Lincoln huffed, dropping his ruined sport coat at his feet and rolling the sleeves of his white dress shirt up. It clung to him uncomfortably, and was very much see-through at this point. What a way to make an impression.
As the tentacles slapped the surface wildly, Linc moved towards them without hesitation until one slapped down next to him, sending a spray of muddy water over his legs. Days of his youth reminded him of dealing with this very same squid, though it seemed to have gotten bigger over the year.
He reached out and ran his rough hands over the slippery skin like he’d might pet his dog. When he had been in Hogwarts, he and his friends would always do this when the squid surfaced. The squid would shiver and wiggle in a way one might describe ‘laughing’, tentacles curl up on the surface before it retreated back into the depths. He hoped it still held true.
At the very least, it hadn’t yet smacked him away. Lincoln smiled slightly at the thought as he turned back to Elizabeth.
“Will this do?”
