Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2012 23:22:45 GMT -5
Princeton Maurice Shacklebolt
"I'm where I want to be and who I want to be
and doing what I always said I would
and yet I feel I haven't won at all
Running for my life and never looking back
in case there's someone
right behind to shoot me down
and say he always knew I'd fall. "
"I'm where I want to be and who I want to be
and doing what I always said I would
and yet I feel I haven't won at all
Running for my life and never looking back
in case there's someone
right behind to shoot me down
and say he always knew I'd fall. "
Birth Certificate
Name: Princeton Maurice Shacklebolt
Birthdate: May 16
Age: Sixteen
Year: Sixth
Job: Student
Blood: Half-Blood
At First Glance
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Dark Brown
Height: 5"5
Distinguishing features: Dark-skinned and a slightly crooked smile. Other than that, there's not much that singles him out as anything special.
Desired Play-By: Nathan Stewart-Jarrett
Description: Princeton has never considered himself handsome, or particularly good looking - but 'healthy'. He's played enough Quidditch that he isn't scrawny, and just little enough that he's failed to gain any superfluous muscle mass to 'impress the birds' or anything like that. He just eats right, and goes for a lot of runs even when he can't fly, like in his Auntie's muggle neighborhood. He likes to keep healthy, but he attributes that more to his brother and his father's obsession with being fit enough to head into the Auror program. You have to be physically fit to hold your own against dark wizards.
Or, at least, you might stand more of a chance.
He isn't exactly tall, but he has 'longer' features - a longer face, 'piano player' fingers. He takes after his mother in this way - both his dad and Kingsley are more of the 'broad-shouldered' variety. He will always be trapped in the thinking that he is a smaller Kingsley.
Tell Me More
Likes:
- Hamlet; his mother's - now his - old tabby cat
- Peppermint imps and humbugs
- History of Magic / Ancient Runes
- Auntie Titania's shepherd's pie
- Bonfire night (His favorite holiday)
- Quidditch; especially on a nice, clear day
- Hobgoblin's music (preferrably blasted at full volume)
- The Daily Prophet's Crossword section
- That one couch in the Ravenclaw common room with the velvet, fringed pillows
- Kingsley; when he's not being a dangerously secretive prat
Dislikes:
- Not knowing what happened to his mum and da
- Anything treacle
- People always saying 'sorry' for no good reason
- Still being treated as a little kid
- Herbology and Care for Magical Creatures
- Celestina Warbeck (Reminds him of his mum singing in the shower / a drowning cat)
- Thunderstorms
- Wizard's Chess (He ALWAYS loses to Kingsley)
- Floo Travel (always makes him sick)
- Kingsley; when he keep insisting in getting into dangerous things
Habits/Quirks:
- Constantly fiddling with his reading glasses, particularly when he's trying to lie.
- Toys with his wand, flicking the handle between the fingers of his left hand.
- Talks to himself a lot of the time - especially if he's trying to work through a problem.
- Has started chewing on the inside of his bottom lip until it bleeds - a particularly bad habit.
- Completely useless with quills - much prefers the self-inking muggle pens his mum preferred.
Strengths:
- Speed-Reading; does not take him very long to work through a textbook.
- A solid flier and good hand/eye coordination.
- Ambidextrous - he can use either hand for writing or casting spells.
Weaknesses:
- Easily flustered in day life; prone to panic attacks.
- Pessimistic; always thinking about the worst possible conclusion.
- Insomniac; prone to severe nightmares, is only able to get some sleep once every three or four days.
Overall Personality: Princeton is an athlete - albeit a reluctant one. He learned at a early age that he was fairly good at catching things - which meant he was an asset for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team when they first needed to replace their keeper. And in a way he does show some serious devotion to the sport - he'd rather be indoors than out of them; and being up in the air on a broom is a bonus to him. But he's not quite as fanatical about practice as other students. Losing a game is not the end of the world. There are much more interesting things than that. The only reason he really got into the sport in the first place was the encouragement from his mother.
At one time, Princeton was a rather well-known, likable sort. He was passed over for a prefect position, but he was always known as someone who'd be willing to give anyone a listening too. He never quite grew out of being known as 'Kingsley's little brother' - and his brother was always the infinitely more popular one - but Princeton never minded being overcast. He was open to pretty much anyone, and always good for a laugh.
Since the death and disappearance of his parents, however...He doesn't laugh as much as he used too. Walking the halls in almost perpetually 'on-edge' state - he still tries to be somewhat civil with people, but snaps whenever anyone mentions his parents or as 'that one kid with no family'. He is certainly not ignorant to the fact that the world is taking a dark and drastic turn. In fact, he even knows that his brother is up to something outside of school - and he's terrified for him for that reason. He lives in perpetual fear that the remaining people he cares about have already been marked for terrible fates - and he is much more 'doom and gloom' than ever before.
Because of this fear, he has fallen out of sorts with his brother. He doesn't want to fight - and doesn't want his brother to fight either. Being a auror, he firmly believes, is what got their father killed. Princeton hasn't been able to sleep or function even remotely normally since his brothers had joined the force - and he spends his days between being either a easily angered young man who's temper lands him in more detentions than he had in the five previous years combined, and worrying about all sorts of things. It's only his devotion and desperation to get back to some sort of normalcy that keeps him from completely dropping out of school - and the fact that his brother is constantly on his back about the importance of getting on with things and getting through with his education.
Bring It Home
Father: Orsino Shacklebolt [58] -- Auror - Killed 'in the line of duty' August of 1975.
Mother: Regina Barrister-Shacklebolt [47] -- Minor celebrity on WWN - Missing as of July 1975
Siblings: Kingsley Shacklebolt [20] -- Magical Law Enforcement Officer // Auror In-training
Other Important People: 'Auntie' Titania Barrister [52] -- Housewitch - Current primary caregiver.
Overall History:
The Shacklebolt family, up until a few months ago, could be considered the picture-perfect wizarding family. Two working parents, who were both well-respected in their careers still spent an inordinate amount of time being in love and caring for their two boys; Kingsley and Princeton. Even though Kingsley had since graduated from Hogwarts [Head Boy, Prefect before that, and with Top Honours to boot] he still lived at home and provided an extra source of income for the family.
They had expanded the family home, and had just announced in June, when Princeton had come home from Hogwarts that he would no longer be the youngest – they were expecting a new little brother or sister sometime near December. Yes; it was a picture perfect family – but it would not last.
The first problem started with the threats. Almost as soon as Princeton had gotten home he noticed that things had changed around the house. They would wake up on some mornings and someone would have marked their door, carving a skull into the wood, or painting it in something his father had told them was no blood, but looked suspiciously like it. Kingsley and Orsino both spent inordinate amounts of time at work – almost never coming home. Finally, about three weeks after Princeton had been at home, he heard his parents arguing one night. Orsino did not want Regina to go to work at night anymore. She said she'd be fine...that they were overreacting.
That night was the last time any of them saw their mother.
Officially, Regina was reported as missing. Their father became obsessed with finding her. Over the next two weeks, he barely slept, ate, or came home anymore. Kingsley stayed at home instead, taking care of Princeton and trying to dissuade his fears. Of course everything would work out. Of course mom would be found. Until the 14 August, and Kingsley was called back to work at the insistent of their father. It was the night that the second tragedy struck – in the death of Orsino Shacklebolt.
Not much was known about how Orsino died, or who killed him. Only that his attack had blitzed them from amongst a crowd, and someone thought it was one of those bastard Death Eaters. Princeton only cared that he'd lost both his parents, and Kingsley still seemed to think that they needed to deal with these people. Princeton thought it was obvious – it was their opposition that made them targets in the first place. For the first time, the brothers had a falling out – and Princeton decided to move in with their mother's sister, Auntie Titania, instead.
Show Off
He barely knew why he bothered anymore.
Princeton patently ignored the glare shot at him by Priscilla, one of his classmates, as he put his feet up on the desk beside him, essentially taking up the spot that moments before she had obviously been hoping to make her seat. He looked at her though, tilting his head back ever so slightly and trying to pull off his best 'try me' face...and eventually she huffed and walked away to sit with a black-haired Hufflepuff three desks ahead. They all went away, eventually. It was just easier than doing something more productive, like trying to talk.
Kingsley wanted him to talk – he knew that much. He'd sent him three letters in the past week, ranging from painfully obvious 'how are you feelings?' to 'Listen, I know how hard this is...'. He had asked him to meet up with him on the next Hogsmeade weekend – and when Princeton hadn't replied, that was then Flitwick had 'spontaneously' pulled him aside for a little chat. He wasn't sure why his brother had gotten up the nerve to owl his old Head of House, but he had. And Princeton was furious.
What did he care, anyways? About mum and dad? If he did care, he wouldn't still be working at the Ministry, would he? Or he'd find himself a nice desk job...something that didn't put him into the line of fire every bloody day. Why was he so determined to help people who didn't give a damn whether he ended up a new statistic. Was he determined to run around until Princeton really was the only one left?
So much for caring about family, Kingsley. He thought bitterly, as he leaned back in his chair as far as it would go, anxiously running his thumb along the arm of his glasses. Why don't you practice what you preach, big brother...
Behind The Mask
Alias: Kit
Age: 21
Years Roleplaying: 10 or so...
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