Snowy Vale application: Lucas Fairbanks, Innkeeper
Jul 15, 2015 14:51:48 GMT -6
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Lucas Fairbanks
-BASICS-
Full Name: Jonathan Lucas Fairbanks
Nicknames: He's been called John (by over-friendly Americans), and Luke. He prefers Lucas.
Age: 40
Alignment: Good/ Neutral
Blood Status: Muggleborn and a Muggle, as far as he knows...
Nationality: British, Americanized with a visa.
Sexuality: straight
Taken status: Widowed, one year ago.
-APPEARANCE-
Face Claim: Richard Armitage
Hair Colour: black
Eye Colour: blue
Distinguishing Features: He has a scar right below his left eye, the physical remnant of the night he lost his wife.
-ACADEMIC/PROFESSIONAL HISTORY-
Wand: doesn't have one; he's a Muggle
Pets: He's living in an apartment in Snowy Vale, so no real space for pets; though his daughter often brings home their family cat, Mr. Jenkins, and her new owl, Mr. Jim (his daughter named them).
Other Items: He brought a lot of his late wife's books, journals, and photo albums with him. He doesn't know much about life as a witch or wizard, but apparently his wife had been a witch (though he never knew it throughout their entire marriage), and now so was his daughter. All these items meant for him were memories, but maybe they could somehow be useful for Avery.
---FOR ADULT CHARACTERS---
Occupation: Innkeeper in Snowy Vale, formerly worked as a Museum director in Boston, Massachussetts.
Which school(s) did they attend? Oxford, in England. Moved to Boston for the museum.
-PERSONALITY-
Likes: history, art, classical music, family, cool weather
Dislikes: hot weather, American sports, most music on the radio, blind prejudice, ignorance
Strengths: his dedication to his daughter, attention to detail, his reverence for beauty and the classics, politeness and charm, his British accent worked wonders for him in America.
Weaknesses: the still-open wound of his wife being murdered; his obsession with learning new things; his daughter, Avery; he's only recently picked up deep anger troubles
Habits: he often talks to himself, whenever he's busy, distracted, or lonely (so always, really); he used to smoke cigars pretty regularly, but his wife hated them. He keeps a box of brand new cigars on his desk to remind him of her constant arguing with him.
Overall Personality: Lucas has always been a reserved type of personality, being British and all. When he moved to Boston to run the museum, and began dating Alice Goode, she brought out the romantic side in him. He's still pretty quiet, but he's become more socially polite in a standoffish kind of way. Since his wife's passing, he's been pretty moody, even darkly angry. He tries to remain a gentleman, but his temper flares more now than it ever has in entire life. However, with his daughter, he can often been seen smiling at her and laughing with her, giving his blue eyes a sparkle that they've been missing for about a year.
-HISTORY-
Hometown: Originally from Leicester, England, attended university at Oxford before moving to Boston, Massachusetts. He and his family lived in a small, safe Muggle town outside of Boston. After his wife's death he and his daughter stayed in Nova Scotia for a while with his brother, and when Avery got her letter to Aurora, he looked into jobs and housing in Snowy Vale, so he could be close and watch over his daughter.
Family: parents Anthony and Helen Fairbanks, Muggles as far as he knows who've never heard of the magical world, a younger brother named Crispin who lives in Nova Scotia (again - Muggle). His wife passed away one year ago, and now it's just him and his 11 year old daughter, Avery, who is attending Aurora.
Overall History: Lucas grew up in an academic environment in Leicester, England, with his father being a retired professor, and his mother the local historian. Lucas attended Oxford, and took a job in Boston, Massachusetts as a museum curator. It was there that he met the love of his life - free-spirited Alice Goode. They had a whirlwind romance and married fairly young (and fairly soon), and it wasn't long before they had their beautiful daughter Avery. They moved out of the city, and into a small nearby town, and Lucas commuted to work every day while Alice worked in their hometown as a pediatrician. He never had any idea she was hiding her family history of pure-blooded Salem witches. It was only when his house was invaded late one night, and his wife was murdered by a dark-cloaked woman, that he realized he never truly knew his wife at all. When Avery began showing signs of following in her mother's heritage, he moved them out of their quaint life in their happy town, and up to Nova Scotia. It was shortly thereafter that she received her letter to Aurora. Ever since learning the truth about his wife, Lucas has become obsessed with learning everything he can about the wizarding world and magic. He has taken a job at an inn (how hard can that be for someone with no magic?), and has taken up residence at Snowy Vale to be near his daughter, and to learn everything that he can firsthand.
{OPTIONAL}
Mirror of Erised: He thinks that his greatest desire is to find his wife's killer, and found out the reason behind it, but in his heart of hearts he just wishes to be happy once more, as naive as that is.
Boggart: Dark-robed wizards flinging curses at him; for him this represents the Unknown, and it's the fear of the unknown that's driving him to research all he can!
Dementor: The night his wife died, sending his world crashing down
Patronus: he's a Muggle. He doesn't have one.
-PLAYER-
Alias: Amber
Experience: off and on for about 14 years
Other Characters: Headmistress Merry, Professor Ivy Hawthorne, Professor Shira Skye, Christy and Geordie Riddell, Deryn Adams, Avery Fairbanks (Lucas' daughter). I'm also temporarily playing Nick Sterling and Radhika Ramada until I can get them up on the Wanted Ads.
Your word of honor that you have read the rules: read (I helped write them 
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)Sample RP: Lucas Fairbanks and his wife, Alice, were awakened by the loud crash coming from downstairs. Lucas shot up into a sitting position. "What is it, Luke?" his wife's soft voice asked, her warm hand on his cool arm. "Hush!" he shushed her, listening. He heard what sounded like one of their many collectibles falling from a shelf. He threw back the blankets, grabbing a shirt from the chair in the corner of the bedroom. "Luke!" his wife whispered. "What are you doing?!" He held out a hand to her as she tried to get up from bed. "No, Alice, stay here," his deep, English-accented voice was low, but firm. He grabbed the baseball bat from behind the door. They had started keeping it there after hearing about a couple down the road who's house was broken into. He silently opened the door and crept out into the hallway.
He heard another crash, louder now that he was out on the landing, and then a muffled male voice. He thought the man was swearing, but it was no phrase he'd ever heard. Then, a woman's voice. It would have been pleasant to a man's ears if it didn't sound so arrogant and cruel. "You fool! You'll wake this whole Mudblood neighborhood with your carelessness!" Lucas heard what sounded like a slap. "If I were in less of a hurry I'd crucio you on the spot. Take care, Peace. We shall not have this discussion again."
Up on the second floor where Lucas was listening the door across the hall cracked open. A sleepy voice called softly, "Dad? What's going on?" The woman's voice from downstairs suddenly went silent, and Lucas' blood ran cold. "Avery, sweetheart," he whispered urgently to her, "everything's fine. Go back to your room, get back in bed." He prayed the intruders couldn't hear them. His ten year old daughter did start to go back into her room, but something had caught her eye, and she neared the bannister, intending to look down onto the first floor den. "Avery, no!" her dad's strong arm caught her, but it was too late. "Upstairs, quickly!" he heard the woman's voice command.
Like a waking nightmare, Lucas watched in horror as a black-robed figure all but floated up the staircase. He couldn't see the figure's face, it was shadowed by the black hood. He grabbed Avery's arm and jerked her behind him. "Whatever happens," he said to her, "stay back." He held the bat ready to swing should the robed figure move closer.
The robed figure began to move, slowly, but before he could get close enough for Lucas to make a connecting hit, there was a flash of light, and the robed figure went flying down the staircase, crashing against the wall and sliding to the floor. To his utter astonishment his wife came out of the bedroom, brandishing a stick and waving it around like a magical wand. The look on her face was one of fury, not alarm or fear. She threw a look at them, her brown hair flying around her face in the shadows, and having seen that they were alright, she made her way down the steps. What the hell was she doing?! "Alice! Alice, no!" Lucas called, to no avail.
The two women faced off with each other, one in a black robe, and the other in a white nightgown. Both held sticks in the air as if they were swords. They spoke in low voices, so Lucas couldn't make out what they were saying, but the words seemed to be heated, and the air was thick with tension. "Daddy, what's going on?" Avery whimpered. He hugged his daughter close to him, shaking his head. "I don't know, sweetheart."
"No!" Alice Fairbanks screamed. "You will never have it!" The robed woman snarled, sounding more like an animal than a woman. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" A flash of green flew from the robed woman, Lucas wasn't sure where the source of the light came from, and hit Alice in the center of her chest. She screamed, a blood-curdling sound, as a force picked her up off the floor and threw her against the wall, her dark hair flying around her. The force of the impact made a sickening thud, and when she slid to the floor she wasn't moving. The robed woman laughed evilly, and headed towards the crumpled form.
The sound of police sirens and the flashing of lights came from outside, obviously startling the robed woman. It was enough to rouse Lucas from his shock and terror. He leaped to his feet and ran down the staircase, waving the baseball bat at the woman threateningly. With barely a flick of her hand and a muttered word, Lucas was knocked back, a searing pain across his face. "Daddy!!" he heard his daughter scream. He touched his hand to his head and it came away smeared with blood. But he couldn't think about that. He sat up, ready to attack, but the robed woman was gone. All that was left was a mess of shattered items all over the room, his daughter's terrified form in the corner, and his wife's broken body lying in the floor, blood seeping through her white nightgown.
"No," he said. "Alice! Alice, no." He crawled over and kneeled over her. He checked her pulse, finding none. His world shattered. "No, Alice. Oh Alice, no. Alice... Alice.." he sobbed. "No, please. Come back to me. Come back to me, please."
He heard another crash, louder now that he was out on the landing, and then a muffled male voice. He thought the man was swearing, but it was no phrase he'd ever heard. Then, a woman's voice. It would have been pleasant to a man's ears if it didn't sound so arrogant and cruel. "You fool! You'll wake this whole Mudblood neighborhood with your carelessness!" Lucas heard what sounded like a slap. "If I were in less of a hurry I'd crucio you on the spot. Take care, Peace. We shall not have this discussion again."
Up on the second floor where Lucas was listening the door across the hall cracked open. A sleepy voice called softly, "Dad? What's going on?" The woman's voice from downstairs suddenly went silent, and Lucas' blood ran cold. "Avery, sweetheart," he whispered urgently to her, "everything's fine. Go back to your room, get back in bed." He prayed the intruders couldn't hear them. His ten year old daughter did start to go back into her room, but something had caught her eye, and she neared the bannister, intending to look down onto the first floor den. "Avery, no!" her dad's strong arm caught her, but it was too late. "Upstairs, quickly!" he heard the woman's voice command.
Like a waking nightmare, Lucas watched in horror as a black-robed figure all but floated up the staircase. He couldn't see the figure's face, it was shadowed by the black hood. He grabbed Avery's arm and jerked her behind him. "Whatever happens," he said to her, "stay back." He held the bat ready to swing should the robed figure move closer.
The robed figure began to move, slowly, but before he could get close enough for Lucas to make a connecting hit, there was a flash of light, and the robed figure went flying down the staircase, crashing against the wall and sliding to the floor. To his utter astonishment his wife came out of the bedroom, brandishing a stick and waving it around like a magical wand. The look on her face was one of fury, not alarm or fear. She threw a look at them, her brown hair flying around her face in the shadows, and having seen that they were alright, she made her way down the steps. What the hell was she doing?! "Alice! Alice, no!" Lucas called, to no avail.
The two women faced off with each other, one in a black robe, and the other in a white nightgown. Both held sticks in the air as if they were swords. They spoke in low voices, so Lucas couldn't make out what they were saying, but the words seemed to be heated, and the air was thick with tension. "Daddy, what's going on?" Avery whimpered. He hugged his daughter close to him, shaking his head. "I don't know, sweetheart."
"No!" Alice Fairbanks screamed. "You will never have it!" The robed woman snarled, sounding more like an animal than a woman. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" A flash of green flew from the robed woman, Lucas wasn't sure where the source of the light came from, and hit Alice in the center of her chest. She screamed, a blood-curdling sound, as a force picked her up off the floor and threw her against the wall, her dark hair flying around her. The force of the impact made a sickening thud, and when she slid to the floor she wasn't moving. The robed woman laughed evilly, and headed towards the crumpled form.
The sound of police sirens and the flashing of lights came from outside, obviously startling the robed woman. It was enough to rouse Lucas from his shock and terror. He leaped to his feet and ran down the staircase, waving the baseball bat at the woman threateningly. With barely a flick of her hand and a muttered word, Lucas was knocked back, a searing pain across his face. "Daddy!!" he heard his daughter scream. He touched his hand to his head and it came away smeared with blood. But he couldn't think about that. He sat up, ready to attack, but the robed woman was gone. All that was left was a mess of shattered items all over the room, his daughter's terrified form in the corner, and his wife's broken body lying in the floor, blood seeping through her white nightgown.
"No," he said. "Alice! Alice, no." He crawled over and kneeled over her. He checked her pulse, finding none. His world shattered. "No, Alice. Oh Alice, no. Alice... Alice.." he sobbed. "No, please. Come back to me. Come back to me, please."
