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Apr 24 2012, 08:29 AM
Name: Loque Amadeus
Do you have more than one character? If yes, did you get permission to make this one?: First character made.
Physical Appearance: Loque stands firm at around 185cm (roughly around six feet tall) and weighs 170 lbs. He has a slim figure and abnormally large hands, which he feels rather awkward about. From spending too much time indoors he has quite the pale complexion, which sometimes causes concern from others who think of Loque to be unwell. His black hair accentuates his dark and mysterious look, with his dark, almond-shaped eyes constantly narrowing at others from under his unkempt fringe. Loque has a very masculine jaw line which he is said to have inherited from his father as well as his thick, luxuriant eyebrows.
Despite a permanent scowl that Loque always seems to have whenever he wanders down any corridor, he moves with an elegant grace that almost seems unbecoming to someone of his stature. While not overly confident, he always keeps his head up in social events and any aura of awkwardness is automatically erased.
Personality: The first thing anyone ever notices about Loque is how quiet he is, considering how loud and obnoxious his family can be in any given social situation. While coming from a wealthy background, Loque refuses to gloat or ever talk about his heritage to others, placing his own character to be more significant than his family name. Even though he is inaccessible most of the time, Loque will always speak his mind at the most inconvenient of times, often causing a deafening silence with his cutting, yet factual words. Ever since his childhood, Loque has had an insatiable thirst for learning about the Dark Arts as well as anything to do with the occult. He would agree that when he was a young boy, other people loathed him for his seeming extreme interests and bizarre ways of expressing himself. Loque prides himself on his sarcasm and wit, often using his own cunning to edge out of dangerous and threatening circumstances whenever they arise. He has no trouble lying to suit his own needs.
Loque has grown up in an uncaring and insufferable environment his entire life, which easily explains his tendency to become withdrawn and cold. When growing an attachment to another human being, Loque feels he must always psychoanalyse them first and judge whether or not they have are a laudable individual before he can fully call them his friend. As a result, Loque places emphasis on intelligence and craftiness, yet has a strong abhorrence for the self righteous.
Anyone can see that Loque is not without flaws himself, however. He is quick to criticize and often loses interests in things quite easily, - whether they be subjects or other people. He can be bothersome at times and unpleasant to be around at his worst.
Character Background: Loque’s mother, the ‘ever appealing’ Margaret Wynn Courtier, was raised in Wales to a very authoritarian pureblood family. The Courtier family were known for their conceit and shallowness and wished for nothing but the best for their daughter, pushing for her to immediately become wedded and have children. Margaret was conditioned to treat with scorn anyone else who was half-blood or muggle born, and as an adult became a very suspicious and intolerable character. Loque’s father, Anton Ioan Amadeus, was born into a wealthy family in Romania and worked with his father at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary, where they bred the finest and most menacing of dragons and sold and supplied them to affluent individuals.
Loque Armadeus was raised as an only child in England inside a very large Manor overlooking a large and gloomy lake. As a young boy, Loque had all the toys any child could ever want. He always had one problem when growing up, however: everybody always forgot about him. His father and mother were always preoccupied with whatever business of the day they had, and the servants would always avoid his end of the house as they were told to leave him alone. There was never any love directed towards Loque when he was younger, no hugs, and certainly never any bedtime stories. Only bitter, lifeless toys filled his room and kept him company, but could never fill the empty void inside of his heart or ever love him back.
As a result, Loque grew up to be problematic for his parents, who would often receive calls from the servants begging them to come home to discipline their child. His father would only beat him in response and tell him how worthless he was and how he only added more unneeded stress to the family. Whenever they would have guests over, Loque was expected to always keep quiet and let his father do all the talking for him. He was constantly berated and told by his mother that he had “nothing interesting to say anyway”. It was from this that Loque developed a fear of large crowds, and would find comfort in once again being alone like he was when he was a child. Therefore, he would often feel miserable with the realization that he just was not destined to have any friends or ever be liked. Loque soon transformed into a shell of his former self, becoming hateful and cryptic like the rest of his heritage. This seemed to be what his family had destined for him all along; from the abuse Loque had suffered he soon became a mirror image of his father. However, while he is awfully self-absorbed, many people can see that Loque can be compassionate and perhaps even lovable at times, despite being overbearingly morbid and outlandish.
Desired House: Slytherin
As Loque Amadeus walked down the marble steps into the courtyard, he looked back at the Manor house that had sheltered him for sixteen long years of his life. He stood there for a moment, staring miserably at all the pain he had suffered from within its gigantic, steadfast walls. He remembered all the times he cried to himself in the endless hallways as a child, all the times he would scream out for attention in the oversized rooms belonging to his father, only to ever be heard as a pin drop to the servants and his family. Loque closed his eyes and felt the pain of all the times he had stared with revulsion at the giant mirror inside the main hallway wishing that the ground would swallow him whole to save him from his pointless existence. Loque despised himself, and he most certainly despised the mansion. His father typically was absent from seeing Loque off as he headed back for his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, citing that he held more responsibility to the dragons under his care than he did his son. Loque’s mother was also nowhere to be seen, though she was possibly at the beauty parlour forgetting all about him as was usual. Sighing, Loque quickly turned away from his residence. Upon reflection, Loque knew that all he ever wanted was to find love and acceptance inside that house, but all he ever received was misery and pain. Perhaps once he had to return from Hogwarts he would find a place of his own, maybe completely forget everything he ever knew about himself and his family and start off fresh.
Begrudgingly holding his black suitcase in the cold palm of his hands, Loque continued down the gravel road through to the dismal gates where his stagecoach was waiting for him.
OOC Name: Loque A
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