Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Jun 15, 2013 0:01:39 GMT
Thorfinn Rowle
Hey there! The name is Sarah and I am 20. I have roleplaying for 6 years. The other characters I have here are Tiffany Lestrange & Charlotte Lebeau. The character that this application is for is a canon. Great! Now to the character information!
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Thorfinn is the last link in the line of Rowle. His father was a dragon-handler who died in his line of work before Thorfinn was born, and his mother went somewhat mad when she was left widowed. Part of her went into a spiralling denial, refusing to believe that her husband was truly dead & would often claim that he was 'missing' instead. She acted as a sort of helicopter parent for the first four years of Thorfinn's life, refusing to ever let him leave her sight, until one day she decided, in a manic fit, that he should go looking for his father in the floo network - without floo powder. He survived - a neighbour who was passing by heard the disturbance & rushed in to help him. Through months of healing and rehabilitation, Thorfinn slowly became a surprisingly independent, functioning boy. The Ministry of Magic had him removed from his home, obviously, and he became a ward of the government until he was old enough to attend school.
He was never a particularly outgoing student, but he was bright. The young Ravenclaw spent most of his spare time in the massive Hogwarts library, poring over every book that he was able to get his hands on. He turned seventeen after 6 months of his sixth year of schooling - and immediately dropped out. It was a surprise to his teachers and fellow classmates, most of whom expected him to go on to graduate with flying colors. His mind, however, was on other opportunities. It was a good year for Death Eater recruiting, and his young, impressionable mind was just waiting to be sucked in to the pure-blood propaganda, the knack he had for understanding the way the world worked, the way people worked, would be used to seduce and destroy - tearing the people around him into the black hole of anarchy and disruption.
Shedding the 'bookworm' persona that he had unwittingly given himself during his school years, he became a much darker person, the transformation that took place turned him into a machine. While saving the looting money that he came across for a new home for himself, he inn-hopped, moving from place to place for a few nights at a time to put a roof over his head, when he ran into a man who was just back from his schooling in France, Broderick Bode. They became very close, in fact, he may have been the only true friend that Thorfinn ever actually made. Broderick went on to become an Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry, and it wasn't until months later that they realized one another's conflict of interest. It is an uncomfortable tension between the two of them. Through Broderick, Thorfinn met Charlotte Lebeau, a young girl that was a friend of his niece's. Thorfinn's need for control & Charlotte's unstable neediness and anger at her parent's recent death molded them into an immediate dysfunctional couple, much to Broderick's dismay. Their relationship eventually shattered when it could no longer hold the weight of Thorfinn's cold indiscretion, when the only glue that had been holding them together was anger.
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RP Sample:
Elissa..
The sudden gust of wind whipped the brunette’s hair around her face as she turned, searching for the source of the voice. She could have sworn that she’d heard someone calling her, but the snow whirling around in the air was getting thicker & thicker, making it impossible for her to pinpoint who it was.
“Hello?” she tried to call, but even her own voice was starting to sound tinny & soft, reminding her of the sound of a stewardess voice over an airplane intercom, fake, and congested. The snow sparkled around her, but something was off, now. It floated, almost peacefully - no, that wasn’t right - it was.. frozen? It was moving so slowly that if one didn’t watch it as carefully as she now was, they might not see it move at all.
Elissa.
The voice was so close now that it made her jump, spinning around in the paused scenery to look at who was behind her.
She woke up screaming, slapping a hand to her mouth to try to muffle it as she felt herself rejoin the waking world. The immediate fear barely had a chance to clear out of her mind before the sheer embarrassment set in as she realized that she wasn’t alone in the restaurant break room.
”.. you okay?” the fifteen year old blonde across the small lounge from her asked, her voice laced with concern - but more concern for herself, as if worried that her new part-time job was with a complete psycho. Elissa stood quickly & wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, forcing a small, weak laugh.
“Yeah, wow, can’t believe I did that. I had the weirdest nightmare. Must be all of the horror movie marathons I’ve been having.” she brushed her hair off of her face with shaking hands & smoothed out her smock, clearing her throat. “Halloween season, and all..” she explained, half-smiling weakly.
The other girl seemed to find this excuse satisfactory & half-smiled up at the brunette. “Oh, yeah, totally. You’re alright, though? I won’t tell anyone.” she promised, smiling, but already reaching for her cell phone across the table. High schoolers, Elissa thought, shaking her head for a moment before heading back into the kitchen.
“Hey, your table might be getting ready to leave - ” Elissa’s night-shift manager stopped mid-sentence when she caught sight of the paled & shaking girl in front of her. “Are you alright? You look like you’re going to be sick.”
“I think I’m alright. Just one more table, right?” Elissa forced a weak-smile then quickly put a fresh notepad & pen in her smock’s front pocket, ignoring the concerned look from her manager as she headed back out into the lobby of the restaurant to help with her last table of the evening.
The sudden gust of wind whipped the brunette’s hair around her face as she turned, searching for the source of the voice. She could have sworn that she’d heard someone calling her, but the snow whirling around in the air was getting thicker & thicker, making it impossible for her to pinpoint who it was.
“Hello?” she tried to call, but even her own voice was starting to sound tinny & soft, reminding her of the sound of a stewardess voice over an airplane intercom, fake, and congested. The snow sparkled around her, but something was off, now. It floated, almost peacefully - no, that wasn’t right - it was.. frozen? It was moving so slowly that if one didn’t watch it as carefully as she now was, they might not see it move at all.
Elissa.
The voice was so close now that it made her jump, spinning around in the paused scenery to look at who was behind her.
She woke up screaming, slapping a hand to her mouth to try to muffle it as she felt herself rejoin the waking world. The immediate fear barely had a chance to clear out of her mind before the sheer embarrassment set in as she realized that she wasn’t alone in the restaurant break room.
”.. you okay?” the fifteen year old blonde across the small lounge from her asked, her voice laced with concern - but more concern for herself, as if worried that her new part-time job was with a complete psycho. Elissa stood quickly & wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, forcing a small, weak laugh.
“Yeah, wow, can’t believe I did that. I had the weirdest nightmare. Must be all of the horror movie marathons I’ve been having.” she brushed her hair off of her face with shaking hands & smoothed out her smock, clearing her throat. “Halloween season, and all..” she explained, half-smiling weakly.
The other girl seemed to find this excuse satisfactory & half-smiled up at the brunette. “Oh, yeah, totally. You’re alright, though? I won’t tell anyone.” she promised, smiling, but already reaching for her cell phone across the table. High schoolers, Elissa thought, shaking her head for a moment before heading back into the kitchen.
“Hey, your table might be getting ready to leave - ” Elissa’s night-shift manager stopped mid-sentence when she caught sight of the paled & shaking girl in front of her. “Are you alright? You look like you’re going to be sick.”
“I think I’m alright. Just one more table, right?” Elissa forced a weak-smile then quickly put a fresh notepad & pen in her smock’s front pocket, ignoring the concerned look from her manager as she headed back out into the lobby of the restaurant to help with her last table of the evening.