Post by Thadeus Legion Tarquin VII on May 23, 2012 14:18:54 GMT -6
Thadeus Legion Tarquin VII
16. Ravenclaw. N/A. Tarquin(Pure Blood). January/14/1996. Nicholas Hoult.
16. Ravenclaw. N/A. Tarquin(Pure Blood). January/14/1996. Nicholas Hoult.
Wand[/color][/size]
A strong, hard oak with a manticore tail spike for a core. 10 inches long.
Patronus
A rearing manticore, it's human mouth roaring and it's head thrown high, it's lion feet pounding upon the ground as it glides and floats and bellows it's proud defiance and finally clamps upon whoever's unlucky enough to be closest. It's spiked tailed swings and sways from left to right, each deadly long spike, pointed so wickedly it appears they pierce the very air they pass through.
Amorentia
An imperceptible, gentle smell that seems to be halfway between lavender and pine needles, that seems to make Thadeus' cheeks blush red and his heart beat faster, realising it's probably the smell of acceptance.
Mirror of Erised
Thadeus would see only his father and his mother. Happy. Smiling, he wouldn't be at all involved in what he saw, aside from pictures that seem to echo the sentiment that he has long since left his parents to their own troubles, then he'd be surprised when he realised he'd entered the room that seemed so much like the room his parents had once called their 'dining' room. He was happy too, they were all happy, so happy. A life without the lightning strike he'd probably imagine with his face drawn tightly to give no indication that he wanted to break down and sob.
Boggart[/color][/size]
Thadeus is terrified of lightning, as much as he says he isn't he hates it. He hates the sight of it, he hates the sound of thunder and it's very common for him to stay awake all night during a thunderstorm just to make sure he isn't going to be locked outside again and forced to test his luck once more against the whims of the clouds. Even the slightest crash of thunder or the speck of a lightning bolt on the distance sends him into a very bad mood at which it's very unlikely you'll rouse him from it without a rather severe reprimand.
He's scared of girls. It's not that he doesn't want a girlfriend, he just doesn't know the right way to go about finding one without having to tell them about his life and his family, oh dear lord his family. He just doesn't really want to share that type of thing with anyone, so he simply avoids girls especially pretty ones.
He's scared of being alone, secretly he wishes he was more like his uncle Roger who could lead anyone to do anything and was loved and adored by everyone he met. Thadeus feels constantly under pressure to both uphold his father's and his families legacy as well as everything his family and particularly his uncle built for him. Such pressure doesn't work well with someone who's prone to extreme pains on his entire left side due to a rather crippling event that took place in his childhood.
Personality
Thadeus is not someone you want to treat with any sort of disrespect, he's both prideful and incredibly wrathful and rather skilled with his wand unlike most verbally intimidating people,he stands tall, walks tall and acts tall. He thinks he's better than you and he knows why, because his family had a lot of money and much more was spent on homeschooling him ages 4-11 than was spent on homeschooling you. He can be abrasive, rude, haughty and incredibly arrogant, but he has a kind streak in him that seems very much out of touch with how he acts and treats people normally almost as if it's completely out of the blue.
He tends to think that he's right about most things and he generally is, he's often been told to be quiet by professors who are simply bored with his constant and often rather rudely worded criticisms, he tends not to mince his words even if they are often rather archaic terms that tend to have gone out of use a good hundred or so years ago.
His moods are as subject to change as quickly as the weather, he can be happy, smiling and caring and incredibly rude, hateful and angry the next, he's violent as such he just tends to brood and stare angrily out of the window for as long as it takes for his mood to leave as if he's watching for lightning, even on a beautiful day.
He dresses incredibly formally, for incredibly informal occaisions, days out of school are often accompanied by suits, ties and incredibly expensive and tailor made articles of clothing that seem to give him a slightly dark, brooding air, his almost military, disciplined style of marching, his blue eyes bright, sparkling as they catch sun, seem to give the sixteen year old a mature air well beyond his years.
You would think with the intimidating personality, the rich family and the arrogant personality that he'd be a perfect Slytherin, yet he defied all expectations when the sorting hat simply muttered Ravenclaw as if something odd had quietened it's booming voice, the mutter however was soon replaced with a repitition that echoed across the hall. Thadeus is as intelligent as he says he is and certainly not someone to shirk from an intellectual debate as much as he is someone who'll happily duel anyone he damn well chooses.
Thadeus is not someone you want to treat with any sort of disrespect, he's both prideful and incredibly wrathful and rather skilled with his wand unlike most verbally intimidating people,he stands tall, walks tall and acts tall. He thinks he's better than you and he knows why, because his family had a lot of money and much more was spent on homeschooling him ages 4-11 than was spent on homeschooling you. He can be abrasive, rude, haughty and incredibly arrogant, but he has a kind streak in him that seems very much out of touch with how he acts and treats people normally almost as if it's completely out of the blue.
He tends to think that he's right about most things and he generally is, he's often been told to be quiet by professors who are simply bored with his constant and often rather rudely worded criticisms, he tends not to mince his words even if they are often rather archaic terms that tend to have gone out of use a good hundred or so years ago.
His moods are as subject to change as quickly as the weather, he can be happy, smiling and caring and incredibly rude, hateful and angry the next, he's violent as such he just tends to brood and stare angrily out of the window for as long as it takes for his mood to leave as if he's watching for lightning, even on a beautiful day.
He dresses incredibly formally, for incredibly informal occaisions, days out of school are often accompanied by suits, ties and incredibly expensive and tailor made articles of clothing that seem to give him a slightly dark, brooding air, his almost military, disciplined style of marching, his blue eyes bright, sparkling as they catch sun, seem to give the sixteen year old a mature air well beyond his years.
You would think with the intimidating personality, the rich family and the arrogant personality that he'd be a perfect Slytherin, yet he defied all expectations when the sorting hat simply muttered Ravenclaw as if something odd had quietened it's booming voice, the mutter however was soon replaced with a repitition that echoed across the hall. Thadeus is as intelligent as he says he is and certainly not someone to shirk from an intellectual debate as much as he is someone who'll happily duel anyone he damn well chooses.
History
(This history is purposefully short and vague as to allow for maximum surprise when certain details emerge)
Thadeus was homeschooled, brought up by his famous father Thadeus Tarquin VI and his mother the beautiful and apparently king Lady Tarquin, they treated their son harshly, in their desert home (located somewhere in the Sahara, a secret guarded very closely by Thadeus) and he was both galvanised and at the same time alienated from his parents just because of the way they taught him, he came to Hogwarts more than aptly prepared for his first, second and even his third year which lead to a rather unfortunate reputation of being the class know-it-all. Of course it was a moniker he viewed with both pride and a little sadness, he didn't want people to dislike him, he just wanted them to be his friends, yet he sat close to alone at meals, he was near enough ignored by his peers and if he wasn't ignored he was talked about. Of course none of his fellow students dared say anything to the 'posh boy', not to his face they were scared of him,
It wasn't his fault they were scared, his head had been hurting and he was fairly sure he hadn't meant to aim his wand at that chicken, but he had and he had been severely, severely reprimanded, he didn't like that. Reprimands were as his father had told him in a letter, the sign that he was a failure and was Thadeus a failure to everything his father had done? everything that his uncle had given his life for? of course he wasn't. He was going to be just as good as them if not better. That was why he was at Hogwarts in the first place, to show his father that he'd do better than he had at home. How that vital space he'd complained about so much was helping him get better results. It was true Thadeus was an exceptional student in all studies, yet at the same time he always felt like he was missing something. A friend.
But Thadeus had long since given up on making friends, between being too talkative in classes, too being partronising and condenscending to his peers, he'd lost all chance of making friends, of finding people to spend time with and laugh with, he hadn't laughed much since he had arrived at Hogwarts and each winter he spent curled up in bed, watching the windows for any chance of a thunderstorm. Lightning was never something he welcomed, something he appreciated or something he particularly cared for. He was terrified of lighting, that night. That week, month, year. However long it had taken for him to wake up.
All he could remember was the headaches, the bursting, burning, churning headaches that seemed to paralyse the entire left side of his head with pain. He still get's headache despite the rather large amount of painkillers he uses to prevent them from becoming debilitating, he'd spent most of his first year staving off headaches and even more of his second pulling extremely odd expressions in his classes in an attempt to avoid bursting into tears. He's a Tarquin, Tarquin's don't cry. His Uncle Roger hadn't cried. But Thadeus did, when he was alone in his dormitory, that was how he'd spent his third and forth and fifth year, crying silently, alone. He did everything alone.
(This history is purposefully short and vague as to allow for maximum surprise when certain details emerge)
Thadeus was homeschooled, brought up by his famous father Thadeus Tarquin VI and his mother the beautiful and apparently king Lady Tarquin, they treated their son harshly, in their desert home (located somewhere in the Sahara, a secret guarded very closely by Thadeus) and he was both galvanised and at the same time alienated from his parents just because of the way they taught him, he came to Hogwarts more than aptly prepared for his first, second and even his third year which lead to a rather unfortunate reputation of being the class know-it-all. Of course it was a moniker he viewed with both pride and a little sadness, he didn't want people to dislike him, he just wanted them to be his friends, yet he sat close to alone at meals, he was near enough ignored by his peers and if he wasn't ignored he was talked about. Of course none of his fellow students dared say anything to the 'posh boy', not to his face they were scared of him,
It wasn't his fault they were scared, his head had been hurting and he was fairly sure he hadn't meant to aim his wand at that chicken, but he had and he had been severely, severely reprimanded, he didn't like that. Reprimands were as his father had told him in a letter, the sign that he was a failure and was Thadeus a failure to everything his father had done? everything that his uncle had given his life for? of course he wasn't. He was going to be just as good as them if not better. That was why he was at Hogwarts in the first place, to show his father that he'd do better than he had at home. How that vital space he'd complained about so much was helping him get better results. It was true Thadeus was an exceptional student in all studies, yet at the same time he always felt like he was missing something. A friend.
But Thadeus had long since given up on making friends, between being too talkative in classes, too being partronising and condenscending to his peers, he'd lost all chance of making friends, of finding people to spend time with and laugh with, he hadn't laughed much since he had arrived at Hogwarts and each winter he spent curled up in bed, watching the windows for any chance of a thunderstorm. Lightning was never something he welcomed, something he appreciated or something he particularly cared for. He was terrified of lighting, that night. That week, month, year. However long it had taken for him to wake up.
All he could remember was the headaches, the bursting, burning, churning headaches that seemed to paralyse the entire left side of his head with pain. He still get's headache despite the rather large amount of painkillers he uses to prevent them from becoming debilitating, he'd spent most of his first year staving off headaches and even more of his second pulling extremely odd expressions in his classes in an attempt to avoid bursting into tears. He's a Tarquin, Tarquin's don't cry. His Uncle Roger hadn't cried. But Thadeus did, when he was alone in his dormitory, that was how he'd spent his third and forth and fifth year, crying silently, alone. He did everything alone.
Anything Else
Mandrake Screams cause him to run away very quickly because the sound causes him intense distress
Mandrake Screams cause him to run away very quickly because the sound causes him intense distress
James. 19. GMT.
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