Post by Christy Riddell on Jul 7, 2016 10:33:19 GMT -6
Christy Riddell
-BASICS-
Full Name: Christopher (Christy) Jack Riddell
Age: 22
Alignment: Neutral
Blood Status: halfblood
Nationality: Canadian
Sexuality: straight
Taken status: Single
-APPEARANCE-
Face Claim: Ben BarnesHair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Dark Brown
Distinguishing Features: He doesn't believe he stands out by any means. His hair is in need of cutting, he often needs a shave, and his shabby clothes often need mending. On occasion he will dress nice to join the "outside" world.
-ACADEMIC/PROFESSIONAL HISTORY-
Wand: The wand is made of spruce and has a core of centaur blood. It is 13 inches long, darkly colored and rigid.
Pets: a white cat named Saskia. She sometimes travels around the castle seeking out his brother Geordie, or their good friend Jilly.
Other Items: His collection of works on mythology and cryptozoology.
---FOR ADULT CHARACTERS---
Occupation: Librarian, or library assistant when Leandra Riminisi returns; or generally, a professional researcher whenever anyone needs him.
Which school(s) did they attend? Graduated from Aurora Borealis University last year. He also attended Aurora Borealis Academy and was in Boreas House.
-PERSONALITY-
Likes: legends, folklore, fairy tales, urban legends, rain, music, coffee and tea
Dislikes: misplacing his notebook, people who disrespect books and library property, not being able to find a working on when he needs one
Strengths: his imagination, his writing skill, his unwavering belief in the impossible
Weaknesses: wants to believe in everyone so he can be gullible at times, being a loner doesn't put him in relationships very often, willing to drink to go after a good story
Personality: Christy tends to be a loner quite often, but he doesn't mind. He usually spends his time researching and writing his collection of folklore and stories, but he's not one to pass up a fun time, especially when he can get life stories from them. He knows when to be charming, and he knows when to be humble, and one day plans on getting his collections published.
-HISTORY-
Hometown: Ottawa, CanadaFamily: His and Geordie's father, Patrick Riddell, was apparently an Auror, but they never really knew him in life. All they knew is what their mother told them: that he had abandoned their family. Their mother, a Muggle who took to the drug addict's life, would tell them anything to keep her boys with her. It took going through wizarding school for the Riddell boys to learn the truth. Christy and Geordie's brother, Patrick, followed in their father's footsteps, but died in action. Christy and Geordie left their mother's house and have tried making it on their own, however they could. They don't talk about their brother or their mother much.
Overall History: During Christy's childhood, alcohol, drugs, and abusive people were always around. As the eldest of three boys Christy did what he could to help keep his brothers away from all the goings-on, but more often than not they were caught underfoot and had to pay the price. During the times he could get his siblings away, he would often distract them by weaving them a story of a better, magical life. This surprisingly grew to fruition as they each found out they had magical abilities, carried on from their absent father's bloodline. Once they were all in school, and as soon as Christy was old enough, he took care of his brothers. Patrick left school during his sixth year to begin early training with Aurors- though they may not have been exactly legitimate- and he was killed at a very young age. Christy's passion for magical stories never wavered, in fact only growing with the more he learned. Now he collects all he can about folklore, magical landscapes, and the general history of magic. He hopes to one day write his own collection of works that will serve to be a beacon of hope for young people stuck in an all-too-gritty, magicless world.
{OPTIONAL}
Mirror of Erised: to learn all that he can in order to pass it along to the next generation
Boggart: for creatures of myth and legend, and everything magical, to disappear
Dementor: At one of his mother's parties he was grabbed and molested, while is mother was so drugged out that she didn't stop it, or even seem concerned at all.
Patronus: a black Pegasus, the first time he found a creature rumored to be myth
-PLAYER-
Alias: Amber
Experience: since 2001
Other Characters: Geordie Riddell, Avery Fairbanks, Deryn Adams, Emery Fernlily, Shira Skye
Your word of honor that you have read the rules: Mmhmm.
Sample RP: (to show us that you can write legibly; at least 100 words, or 2 paragraphs).
Christy Riddell was sitting at an empty table in the Great Hall eating a late lunch that the house elves had prepared for him. He was constantly forgetting to eat, especially when no one was around to pull him to the dining area. He had grown increasingly thinner over the years from his athletic build that he'd once possessed while he played Quidditch in his academy years. These days, though, he was usually too immersed in his books and journals to come up for air, let alone seek out food. Christy, his younger brother Geordie, and their good friend Jilly often rented a month-to-month leased apartment in Ottawa during the summer holidays, and quite often their preferred methods of employment left their fridge empty for days. Geordie busked on the streets with his violin, Jilly sold paintings for commissions, and Christy wrote odd end articles for newspapers and magazines. One day they would learn to get a "real" job, as most people tell them practically everyday, but with all three still enrolled at Aurora there was never enough time (or inclination) to become tied down with something more steady and predictable. And Jilly was only sixteen, so there wasn't much in the way of jobs that didn't include fast food.
So here Christy found himself, in the still empty (and unnaturally peaceful) dining hall, relieved that the Headmistress still allowed his "family" and him to arrive a week early before classes began to save them from wasting a month's rent on what would amount to only being in the apartment for a week. He was also grateful for the house elves that were always so happy and eager to please (when they let themselves be seen, from habit he supposed) and they always prepared him a feast when he only ever asks for a sandwich. In fact, spread before him on the vast table was a whole roast chicken, steaming bowls of mashed potatoes, buttery corn, oven-roasted crisp green beans, honey and butter glazed carrots, and a huge basket of sweet smelling rolls. There were ice-coated pitchers of pumpkin juice, sweet and unsweet tea, water, and a warming pot full of butterbeer. The house elves really loved to take care of him, but he felt that they always went too far.
With a plate heaped with food (that he wasn't even sure he'd be able to finish), he dug in while reading through three books spread open before him, occasionally jotting down notes on two separate pieces of parchment.
