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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 6:12:26 GMT -7
hello there, my name is xavier weasley but you can call me xavier. i'm a student and seventeen so that makes me a seventh year at hogwarts. You could say I'm intelligent, knowledgeable. & witty but I personally think that I am vain, brilliant, & paranoid. People say I look a lot like linus wordemann, but I don't really see it...
xavier jane weasley
pronunciation:
ex-ay-vee-er jayne weez-lee
nickname:
n/a
age:
seventeen
date of birth:
24 august 2007
gender & pronouns:
cis wizard, he/him/his
blood status:
pureblood
sexuality:
demisexual? definitely somewhere on the grey-a spectrum because attraction, romantic or sexual, isn’t something he feels very often.
schooling:
hogwarts, ravenclawoccupation:
experimental spells for sure
wand:
12 ¼ in, walnut, dragon heartstring, unyielding
playby:
linus wordemann
appearance:
-5ft 11in
-looks like playby but hair is slightly darker in color
-serious dark circles around his eyes that he hides with many spells
-has scars littering his arms and hands from spells gone faulty
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personality
likes:
creating new spells, having everything in its place, when things go his way, being outside, reading, wandlore, testing other people’s wands, pulling all nighters, coffee, his sisters (sometimes)
dislikes:
animals, authority, being seen as stupid, being seen as weak, ignorance, pushovers, being confined in any way, his parents, other people’s stupidity, his own stupidity, sweets
erised:
to revolutionize the way that magic is used, to create something that has never been thought of
amortentia:
sweat, old books, coffee
boggart:
failure, not being brilliant enough or good enough
overall personality:
Sometimes, on the surface, Xavier will appear to be your average, stereotypical, teenage boy. He’s good looking, and he knows it. He’s brilliant, and he knows it. He’s not afraid to wax poetic about how brilliant he is because he can back it up easily with endless amounts of proof, from his grades to the spells he’s learned and tweaked to his advantage that many people haven’t thought of (or if they have, they haven’t done it in a worthy enough fashion as to be recognized for it). He can even be outgoing at times and he’s more than willing to talk to people because talking to people gets his brain going. He finds inspiration from everything and everyone, though he is repulsed by his definition of stupidity. He hates repeating himself so if you aren’t listening closely you might miss something he said because he does have a tendency to talk fast when he’s thinking and sharing his thoughts.
And then there’s the part of him that is just barely below the surface, willing itself to break out at a moment’s notice. The part of Xavier that is obsessive, paranoid, and hypercritical. When he’s researching or gets an idea about how to tweak a spell, it’s the only thing he does for days, even to the point of skipping classes in order to try and figure out if his theories will work. He ignores everyone around him in order to focus on his task and even one break in concentration, whether it’s from someone else or his own lapse in intelligence and he’s angry. He destroys and throws things, rips pages from books, and pulls out his own hair when he can’t get something and he’s angry at himself for weeks, knowing that it’s his own stupidity that’s making it so he can’t see the connection that he needs or making it that he can’t get his wand work just right in order to make a spell work. Or maybe it’s his wand. Most everything he does is for a reason. When he talks to others, it’s never for long and it’s usually about things he thinks are shallow. Their lives. Their problems. Their stupid things. He doesn’t share his life because his life is his spellwork. He gets paranoid about people attempting to steal his ideas. So he writes nothing down. While his memory is decent, sometimes he forgets things which makes him even more critical of himself because he can’t remember them yet he’s still too paranoid to write anything down.
Xavier suffers from insomnia so most nights he’s awake anyway. It’s the best time for him to do his work because there aren’t a lot of people around to witness or steal his brilliance. His favorite place to go is the library or an abandoned classroom somewhere on the fourth floor when he figures someone is patrolling by the library. He’s also obsessed with wandlore. Sometimes he feels like his wand is the reason that his spells aren’t working so he’s interested in finding a better wand, thinking the old adage that ‘the wand chooses the wizard’ is stupid. He thinks there a better wand out there for him so he’s tested other people’s wands for himself, sometimes stealing his dorm mates wand and attempting to use them. He returns them but not always without the wand owner noticing it so he’s gotten in trouble for that before. Not that he really cares.
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personal history
mother:
natalie weasley, 40, stay at home mother
father:
charlie weasley, 48, dragonologist
siblings:
___ ___ weasley, 19, open occupation
ondina nell weasley, 18, intern ministry of magic dept of mysteries
pets:
none he hates them and is actually not allowed to have them anymore
history:
Xavier Jane was the last born, and only son, of Natalie and Charlie Weasley. Being the only son and the youngest child you would expect Xavier to get most of the attention in the house. That just wasn’t the case. Ondina’s health took precedence over everything, which meant Ondina took precedence over everyone. And Xavier didn’t always mind that. While the young boy could be a quiet child, his curiosity was limitless. While everyone was focused on making sure that Ondina was okay, rightfully so, Xavier got into everything. He liked testing the things around him, knocking things off of tables and stairs and watching how they fell. He liked breaking his toys and trying to put them back together. He liked getting into everything. This would sometimes cause his parents great grief because he would pull attention away from Ondina, unintentionally, and would have to have his parents tend to him for some scar or fall he suffered from. His childhood was filled with much of that, Ondina being cared for while he would get into something he wasn’t supposed to be into. He wasn’t a sneaky child but his curiosity was unpredictable enough that his parents were barely ever prepared for his mistakes with his older sisters to watch out for
He grew older and his curiosity grew to insurmountable heights after his magic made an appearance. Growing up in a magical household, of course he’d seen his parents perform magical feats. He had always been so eager for his magic to appear to the point of trying to force it out of himself. When it did appear, he began trying to force himself to perform magic at every chance he got. Sometimes it would work, others it wouldn’t because he had no way to focus his magic. He didn’t have his wand yet. He would sometimes try to take his parents’ wands and try to use magic but it either didn’t work all together or his parents’ wands weren’t some place he could reach them. It didn’t help that he didn’t know many spells and could really only repeat the things he heard his mother and father use.
When his time came to attend Hogwarts, he was ecstatic that he would finally be able to get his wand and experiment with his magic. Oh, and go to Hogwarts too, he guessed. His siblings were already off at school which had left the house empty and made it so his parents were able to keep a better eye on him so he hadn’t been able to do what he wanted that year. Going off to school meant more freedom in his eyes because he knew whatever authority figures were at Hogwarts wouldn’t be able to control him. His parents took him to Diagon Alley to get his books and the things he needed for his first year. His wand was the last thing they went for. His trip to Ollivander’s Wand Shop proved to be disappointing. The wandmaker went on and on about how ‘the wand chooses the wizard’ and thus began the process of him finding his wand. The wandmaker had him try out a few wands, all with various effects and said no to each one, one after the other. There had been one wand that had produced an explosive effect when he’d used it and he had been sure it was the one for him because it’s produced the most powerful effect. The wandmaker quickly snatched the wand from his grasp and put it back in it’s box. On try number eleven was when the wandmaker said it was right. Xavier didn’t feel the same way; his wand didn’t do anything when he held on to it, and while it produced a steady spell when he tried, he didn’t feel like it was good enough. At the wandmaker’s insistence, the wand was purchased, and they were out of Ollivander’s seconds later. While he was okay with the wand, he didn’t think it was the best wand out there for him. He wanted to find something better, especially if he was going to be the best wizard he could be.
His first year at Hogwarts, he was sorted into Ravenclaw, which came as no surprise to him. School became an immediate chore. He’d thought he would have more freedom to do what he wanted when he went but having to constantly wake up and go to classes after being up all night took its toll on him and he started to hate it. He started skipping classes and ended up getting into trouble with professors and his parents for not attending. The more attention on him, the less he was able to do. Attending detention instead of being able to practice and learn new spells was counterproductive. He decided that being a better student would get him what he wanted. So he started attending classes more, doing his homework and being an all around good student and gave up more and more sleep in order to do what he wanted at night. His intrigue with spells grew and the amount of time he spent sleeping lessened until over time he barely got any sleep at all on a weekly basis.
He tried his best to lay low. He continued practicing spells and started tweaking spells to do more than what they normally did. He spent his days in classes and his nights researching and experimenting with his wand. Sometimes his wand wasn’t good enough; he still thought his wand wasn’t good enough, so he would ‘borrow’ wands from others in the night and try to use them to see if his ideas would come to fruition. He’d thought he’d been pretty good about keeping his affairs quiet. Someone noticed him though. During a particularly dull and unsuccessful night of research and experimentation during his fifth year, he was approached by a member of his house. He’d seen Desirae Rousseau around the common room of course, not thinking very highly of her. His original assumptions about her weren’t really wrong, she was a bit sharper than he’d expected though. She told him that she knew what he did in the dark, about how he’d been stealing wands and using them. She knew all about his experimentation and how he was tweaking spells. And then she told him she could use his help, that they could use his help. She stroked his ego, called him brilliant, all things he didn’t need from her but he was curious enough about the ‘they’ that he agreed to join. It turned out they were a group of blood purists. He didn’t care about that, not really anyway. But the resources they provided him with, the books they gave him access to, took his experimentation to another level. They were all things he couldn’t get at Hogwarts, so he helped when he can. Desirae didn’t bother him unless she needed him. It was all he could ask for. Not many days later the kidnappings occurred at Hogwarts and Xavier found out just who ‘they’ were. He had nothing to do with it and they weren’t after him so he didn’t feel the need to be worried.
If you asked him, he would tell you he had nothing to do with the attack on King’s Cross Station. While that may be true, it wasn’t that he didn’t want anything to do with it, he’d had a better way to do it as a matter of fact. Or at least he was trying to come up with a better way to do it. He had been tweaking a few spells and had offered them up to Purifiers for use but Elaine had decided on a different approach. Because he wasn’t needed, he backed away.
At the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament, Xavier hadn’t really cared about the tournament, though part of him had wanted to enter because it would have given him a chance to test new spells. The idea was quickly thrown out though because such a large scale tournament would have opened him up for scrutiny he didn’t want or need. He was too young to participate anyway. He did think the tournament to be an invitation for the Purifiers to attack again. He had been expecting it and hadn’t known when it would happen but he knew that it would. He’d been in the Ravenclaw common room when the news broke and a few students burst into tears. It was all anyone could talk about for the entirety of the day. They’d cancelled classes that day too to give students time to mourn the deaths of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students who died. Even though it was publicized as a foreign terrorist group attack, anyone smart enough to figure it out would have known it to be what it was. Elaine. Xavier still doesn’t understand why she insists on using bombs when one of his spells could do that and more. She hadn’t even asked him about spells for that one. On the plus side, it ended school early for summer and he’d been waiting on that the entirety of the year since it means he’ll be in his last year of school soon.
With the summer in full swing and the announcement that students from America will be joining them for the new school year, Xavier just wants to graduate so he can experiment without restriction. And he will, with or without approval from the Ministry or anyone else.
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alias
name:
lina
age:
twenty five~
time zone:
central us~
reference:
myeh
other characters:
Li, Dom, Z, Zi, Yadi, Addie, Nico, Sephy, Ryo, Rocky, Jules
