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Post by Theodore Marcus Flint on Apr 3, 2024 13:32:17 GMT -7
theodore marcus FLINT
WAND 10 3/4", rowan, unicorn hair, surprisingly swishy.
APPEARANCE Theo looks much like his playby. Brown eyes and dark brown hair, a well groomed appearance. His clothes are often visibly expensive, and though he maintains a lackadaisical appearance, it is hard to deny that he reeks of good money. Theo is a tall boy, still growing in to his limbs, he's climbing toward six foot at an alarming rate. He has a smattering of moles and freckles, and a scar on the back of his left hand, shaped almost like a heart, from a piece of cursed glass thrown at him when he was nine. | pronunciation THEE-oh nickname theo by the fam. age & birthday 15 17th Aug 2013 gender & pronouns he/him blood status pureblood sexuality straight - questioning. face claim benjamin wadworth | |||||||||||||||||||||||
PERSONALITY Theo is a boy of exceptional privilege, and it shows. He can appear terribly untouchable, with a veneer only good old fashioned gold can buy. Though he has very visibly never struggled for much of anything material, what he does lack is an understanding of emotional depth. Theo can appear callous at times, with a habit of laughing off seriousness as his main act of self-preservation. If you don't care, you can never be hurt. He's clever, but not exceptionally so. Theo strives socially instead. No cheek, no chance, so they say. There isn't a boundary Theo hasn't toed the line of, or a rule he hasn't argued the existence of. He can be seen as something of a pain to authority figures, as he'd rather question the doors existence, than waste a minute walking through it. Theo is horrible when left alone, and can be prone to bouts of melancholy if forced to maintain his own company. He will accost any individual if it means he is avoiding his own company. Theo loves to laugh, and is under the impression that he could charm the pants off anybody. This opinion has only worsened as he grows, and he can be seen as a little annoying to those who are of a more serious disposition. This, of course, is of no real issue to Theo. Everybody who hates him, is simply wrong. Though he is still growing, Theo has a lot of maturing to do. And though he would appear to be a friend to everybody, very few actually know Theo on a personal level. He's something of a mystery, when it comes to his 'friends'. Those who know him, would find a loyal and ambitious friend, who would go to great lengths to keep the people he cares for in good spirits. ORIGIN & RELATIONS Barnton, England Pansy Flint (nee Parkinson) - mother, deceased Marcus Flint - father, asshole, deceased aurelia edith flint - older sister (twin), florist, b. 2006 ____ Flint – older sister (twin), open career, b. 2006 ____ Flint – half-brother through Pansy, open career, b. 2005 Octavia Flint - great aunt, widowed, age ambiguous (old af). Melody - house-elf, helped raise Theo, in service of the Flint household for many years. HISTORY Chaos reigned supreme in the Flint household. Theodore Marcus Flint was born during a balmy summer in Cheshire. It was largely thought that Mistress Pansy was well and done with having babies by this point, to the great relief of most of her staff, as she drowned in bottles of wine. Alas, she grew fat and angry with another child she had very little patience for and the preparations were made for a son nobody really wanted. And though Theodore was the youngest son born to Pansy and Marcus, he was not shielded from the cruelties that lay waste to all in their path. A house with walls painted by mean jabs and broken glass, never an evening to end without the screeching of one or the other. In reality, Theodore was largely forgotten about as a child. His care delegated to ancient house elves and his harried siblings; Theo could not recall a time when he’d been hugged by his mother or praised by his father. His childhood was spent with servants, helping stir pots and getting in to things he shouldn’t have been. He was the son whose name Marcus forgot, and the boy Pansy had to constantly peel from her legs when he decided he must be paid attention to, no matter if it was good or bad. Theo realised very quickly that if he screamed and stamped and raged around, eventually someone would have the guts to look at him. It meant that Theo learned that affection came in the form of a backhanded slap, more often than not. Theo was only ten when the truth about Pansy’s infidelity bled out into their home. He hadn’t even gotten his Hogwarts letter yet! Busy wondering if his sisters would be picked for the Triwizard Tournament, and excitedly wondering which house he’d be sorted in to. His home was thrown in to complete disarray as the abuse thickened, and Theo wasn’t allowed out into the gardens for weeks, nor to see a single tutor, lest he open his mouth before the dust settled. The birthright of her children called in to question, being told spitefully that his very own sisters weren’t really his sisters after all. It didn’t make much sense to Theo at the time, he only understood that it was very grave and that he must prove his legitimacy by being as Flint-y as a Flint could be. His own blood, though, could hardly be questioned. Theo had his father’s roman nose and looked so much like him sometimes that Pansy could hardly stand to look at him. It didn’t matter, mud did stick, and Pansy was all but ruined. Perhaps that was why she killed her husband. Theo didn’t know, the details foggy and vague, too young to be given the privilege of truth. All he knew was that his father had died in a gruesome and terrible way, and his mother had been promptly shipped off to Azkaban to pay for it. After the Flint and Parkinson dynasty was truly shattered, there were a lot of questions about what to do with a ten-year-old Theo. Too young to fend for himself, too mischievous for the hands of his youthful older siblings. After much tugging and pushing, he was almost an afterthought. It seemed much more important to figure out where the money went, after all. Ultimately, after almost two months of pinging back and forth between various houses, Theo’s care landed in the most capable and closest hands possible. His awful, fuggy great aunt Octavia Flint. A woman who had been long since widowed, and whose age was as ambiguous as her origins. She hadn’t a single tooth in her head that wasn’t porcelain or gold, and her great big mansion looked more like a haunted house than any carnival lean-to Theo had ever seen. He hated every piece of it, but unfortunately, Octavia had lost the bet and Theo had no voice in the matter. Soon after, Theo was given the reprieve of Hogwarts. His letter came and though he’d had to listen to his great aunt waxing poetics about the ‘good old days’, he couldn’t help but be terribly excited. It was a way out of his awful surroundings, and Theo took it terribly seriously. He didn’t think about his mother, long dead from the cold touch of Azkaban. Or his raging late father, a joke in the eyes of most. No, Theo would reinvent himself at school. Though, he hardly strayed from tradition as the Sorting Hat had barely settled on his head before it declared him a Slytherin. There were plenty of rumours circulating the Slytherin common room when Theo arrived, but as a boy who had grown up largely in a loveless environment, he found it barely touched him. No matter how hard his peers pushed, or poked at him, Theo maintained a strange lackadaisical nature that seemed to repel his peers. Theo quickly realized that if he was laughing the loudest, then he couldn’t be ridiculed quite so easily. He nurtured a slick charm over the next year that made him a loveable rogue to some, and a sneering joke to others. Theo didn’t care, he was out of Octavia’s grip, and he was finally in a place that he liked. Though too young to inherit the earth, Theo made great use of every other part of his family’s legacy. Though he was trapped spending the summer at his great aunt’s house, he often ran off to spend weekends with his sister at her flower shop. He was no great lover of plants, in fact everything he touched tended to die twice as fast, but he played on her sympathies. Poor Theo, no mummy, no daddy. Stuck smelling of old Octavia’s doxie dirt collection. It worked, for the most part. Theo wasn’t above squeezing out a few tears, if it helped. Time passed, and though the world seemed forever in high tensions, it never really kept Theo up at night. He was at times too far removed from reality, spinning his own tale, pretending like it never mattered. Though, if a person listened to his great aunt, they would be assured that it didn’t. What purist would kill a good, robust Flint son? Theo lived in own world, where nothing could touch him, and he was the center of attention. He barely even flinched when his school was overrun by American castaways. It was more fun just hearing about the fact that something had gone ‘boom!’. Theo embraced a whole new crew of individuals who he could charm into submission, with varied results. It was good, and he was far too young to care about very much at all. Until, of course, reality bit again. Hogwarts destruction shook Theo to his core. The school had always been his safe haven, his escape from his horrible life at home. He could be the very best version of himself while unsupervised within its walls. And suddenly, that was gone. He was only going in to third year, barely a foot in the door and it was yanked out from under him. Theo had to fight to be allowed to study elsewhere while it was being mended. Octavia hated the French, so Beauxbaton was out of the question! She leaned toward personal tutors, declaring the money to pay for it could be taken right out of his inheritance vault. Theo threw such a fit, he thought he maybe understood why his mother killed his father, because he very much wished his great aunt was dead about then. Eventually, she settled with allowing him to attend Ilvermorny. The least offensive of the others, she declared, and that she would be glad to be shot of him for the next year! Fourth year meant the return to a new Hogwarts. It almost didn’t look familiar at all, and Theo despaired at the changes. The new regime made him a M.A.G.I.C student, which seemed awfully silly to him. Why fix what wasn’t broken? However, the joy of returning soon overwhelmed Theo’s traditionalist attitude. He joined his house Quidditch team and enjoyed batting things around on a broom more than any theory class. He wasn’t especially good, not like his father had been, but he certainly enjoyed the popularity of it. Back at home for the summers, Theo still imposed himself on his sister, and decided he was far too interesting to be upset about much of anything at all. Much the same could be said about his Fifth year, as Theo established himself as a popular boy who was game for just about anything, especially if it mean causing a little trouble. He takes this attitude into the summer before his Sixth year, a boy determined to inherit the Earth. SITE EVENTS REACTION Site events integrated into the history above. WANT AD
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