Post by paige on May 28, 2011 12:24:29 GMT -5
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• LORCAN LYLE SCAMANDER
[/color][/center]• LORCAN LYLE SCAMANDER
FULL NAME: Lorcan Lyle Scamander
NICKNAMES: Scam, Lycan
AGE: Fifteen
YEAR AND HOUSE: Fifth year Ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: N/A
WAND: 10 2/4” Holly wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
APPEARANCE
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Lorcan has thick and full chocolate brown hair. It has a mind of its own and is somewhat shaggy and long, hanging over his ears slightly and pieces frequently fall into his eyes. No matter what he chooses to have it do, it will always fall back into disarray and become messy as if he has just woken up and didn't bother to do anything to it. There is a jagged scar across his cheek, a left cut from one of his father's many excursions. He has a wide, sensual mouth with rosy pink full lips that make women think of nothing but sex and kisses when it lights up in his signature half-smile/half-smirk or pouty look. His signature smile is complimented by his dimples that add a bit of boyish charm to his model-like looks. All of these features are framed by a strong angular jaw, one that seems chiseled by the gods.
Lorcan has pure green, almost emerald green, eyes that betray his every emotion. What his calm and collected face won't show, his eyes will. His eyes are also depthless and people tend to get lost when they gaze into his eyes. They were once compared to the galaxy, dark and mysterious and seem to pull people in. They turn stormy grey whenever he is extremely happy or aroused, remain his green with a black rim when he's trying to hide his emotions or doesn't feel a particularly strong one, and will turn the purest emerald green whenever he is pissed off or exceedingly frustrated. His eyes are framed by thick, long eyelashes that accent the eyes and have been known to make a thin film of glaze appear over some one's eyes when he looks up from underneath his lashes, as a smoldering affect takes place when this occurs
His long thin fingers are the evidence that he spent many a youthful night strumming his fingers across his vintage electric blue Fender Strat or dancing across his piano, but they also have cuts from his fingers slipping across the new strings in his distraction. Lorcan has a swimmer's build, a recent development, but it is there nonetheless. He has strong, lean legs accented by powerful calf muscles. His frame is wiry, being toned at the top, a toned chest and pecks and the faint outline of a six pack framing his top, with a powerful bottom. Lorcan is pale, but his body is slowly becoming more tanned.
Lorcan is usually seen in a pair of dark-wash jeans, a long-sleeved white shirt and a pair of old, worn-out black Converse. He prefers long and dark colors because, one, they hide his scars so he doesn’t have to receive the ‘pity’ looks from people, and two, they compliment his odd combination of color in his eyes.
PORTRAYED BY: Eugen Bauder
PERSONALITY
PATRONUS: Artic Wolf
His happiest memory definitely occurred before his worst. He was still a toddler, crawling on all fours and stumbling on two. He was sick with the wizard flu and his magic was acting up. His brother was taken to Diagon Alley to stay at The Leaky Cauldron with their father, so the other boy didn’t catch what his identical twin had. Thus, Lorcan was all along with his mother. She gave him attention and loved him, reading him bedtime stories, fixing him soup, staying by his side. For a little while, he felt loved.
BOGGART: Rolf Scamander—the man himself as well as becoming like him.
STRENGTHS:
[/li][li] good looks
[li] intelligence
[/li][li] perserverance
[/li][li] familial connections
[/li][li] determination[/blockquote]
WEAKNESSES:
[/li][li] women
[/li][li] his brother
[/li][li] his mother
[/li][li] sarcasm
[/li][li] laziness[/blockquote]
FEARS:
[/li][li] becoming like his father
[/li][li] being a failure
[/li][li] never finding real love[/blockquote]
GOALS:
[/li][li] to get the hell out of Hogwarts
[/li][li] to make his father pay for what he’s done
[/li][li]to settle down[/blockquote]
PERSONALITY:
Lorcan is not an easy person to sum up. As a child, Lorcan was happy and easily amused like most children. He enjoyed spending all of his time with his mother and older brother. His mother was the one who was always there for him, she cleaned his wounds and kissed him when he felt ill and she was the one who tucked him in at night. His brother was the one who made him laugh and smile and no matter the fact that they were idiotic, participated in Lorcan's schemes. Lorcan seemed to be permanently attached to her skirt and his brother's arm. At that age, he would have risked the world to protect his mother and/or brother if need should arise. He didn't know that his mother was slowly killing herself, in her twisted revenge scheme to get back at his father. He didn't know that his father was drinking himself stupid and sleeping with anything that was in a skirt, and it is really emphasized on the anything. Rolf didn't care and as a result, Lorcan grew up as a momma's boy. Whatever mother said, he did. Whatever she wanted from him, she got. He was the perfect man, despite his mischievious attributes, and it seemed as if her kids were the only things keeping her afloat. At a young age, Lorcan grew to despise the pureblood mania that was slowly reforming in society. Even as a kid, he heard the whispers of people wanting to go back to the ways before Harry Potter and Dumbledore. He heard many of his young friends' parents wishing that Voldemort had got it right. It was hten and there that his hatred grew for the Dark Arts, after one those parents harassed the Scamander twins because their mother was 'Loony Luna' and their father was a drunk who married below his pureblood status. As a result, Luna tried to shield her boys from what was going on by distracting them with gifts. Whatever Lorcan and Lysander wanted, they got. But he was a levelheaded child, because his father squandered all their money on drinks and pretty girls, his mother "worked" for their living (mainly because no one purchased The Quibbler anymore). He understood the value of a dollar at a very young age and never took anything for granted. It seemed like he had a bright and very fortunate future. Until his father showed interest.
Before Rolf's interference, Lorcan Lyle Scamander could be described a quiet child with a bright mind, a want to learn and compassionate towards others, especially women. Rolf would have none of that. His son was almost in his second year and was growing up into a pansy boy. So when Rolf and Luna split up and Rolf got to choose, it shocked everyone when he chose Lorcan. That decision tore a bigger rift between the straining twin boys and it would be years before Lorcan and Lysander would converse civily again. Lorcan wanted Rolf to choose his brother so he could be free, but Rolf would have none of that. He explained that he had become so accustomed to hitting and beating on Lorcan that he didn't want to take it out on the child he knew didn't deserve such treatment. With that explanation, Lorcan agreed and went to live with his father outside of Brighton. Lorcan spent most his time trying to beguile his father into giving him up, but Rolf said he needed Lorcan to get money. Lorcan knew that his father was a drunk and on occasion felt sorry for him. But there was nothing that could be done. Lorcan seemed to get enraged easier and Rolf was pleased, proud that he had finally unleashed the inner Rolf that he knew was lurking in his son. Though he would never say it out loud, he was secretly thrilled because he no longer felt the need to hit the boy, but he did it anyway. As a result, Lorcan grew to despise all men who reminded him of his father, yet he still knew how to retain information. He knew his father needed him, so he used it to his advantage. At one point he learned of his father's fascination of the Dark Arts, when he stumbled across his books. Then, he knew he had to further rebel against the Dark Arts. He now understood that his entire life had been plagued with beatings and such merely because his father found some passage in some dark book that he thought justified his treatments. Lorcan despised everything to do with them, and yet couldn't deny that he was slowly becoming more Dark. And yet, he knew he would never go to Dark, because he believed far too much in light and everything that his 'Uncle' Harry used to murmur when he thought no one was listening. However, his father taught him that women were nothing more than playthings and that the sooner he accepted and learned that, the sooner he'd be better off. Lorcan wondered what had driven his father to such extremist views, so while Rolf was punch-drunk, Lorcan inquired. Lorcan had planned this because he knew that his father rarely remembered things he had said or done while drunk and so Lorcan knew he couldn't be punished for a question that would probably warrant a beating. Armed with this new knowledge, it has been years since he has heard it, and yet he is determined to wait until the opportune moment to divulge, when he knows it's beneficial to him and those he cares about.
By the time Lorcan returned to Hogwarts, he was cold and calculating. He never spoke unless he had something to say and people flocked to him because they were drawn to him. Lorcan couldn't have a given a damn if they liked him or not, he really wanted peace, so he could think and hatch his plans for revenge in secrecy. In his spare time Lorcan spent late nights reading the literature of Albus Dumbledore and found someone who understood how he thought. But Lorcan knew Dumbledore's fatal mistake, he trusted others with his information. Lorcan knew that a true leader relied only on himself and only allowed others to believe that they were his informants. When Lorcan was thirteen, puberty struck and he had more fans. Women wanted to explore him and Lorcan was all to eager to allow them to do so. He had no problems exploiting them and knew they would love to tell of their night with the Misunderstood Scamander Twin. And it wasn't just Ravenclaws, there were many a time when it was a Hufflepuff or a Slytherin that Lorcan was making out within the broom cupboard. Again, he didn't care, so long as they were nice to look at, didn't talk or cling too much and knew what their role in his life was. The idea of having a steady girlfriend was preposterous. He knows he will one day and is slowly wondering where she is, but he believes that he has plenty of time and he might as well enjoy life while he's gorgeous because it won't happen again.
HISTORY
FAMILY: [/li][li]Luna Lovegood-Editor for The Quibbler and former Ravenclaw
[/li][li]Rolf Scamander-Office Worker for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and former Ravenclaw
[/li][li]Lysander Xenophilius Scamander, Fifth year, Hufflepff, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
[/li][li]Black tawny owl with gold-tipped feathers named Merlin[/blockquote]
HISTORY:
On August 8, 2010 the wizarding wold welcomed in the next generation of Lovegood-Scamander, the sons of the girl who was always in her own world and of the boy who seemed to disappear when the Great War occured. Nonetheless, Rolf had finally settled down with Luna Lovegood. Many questioned what could cause such a perfectly ideal image of man to settle down with the girl who calimed sh saw wrackspurts everywhere. However, Rolf and Luna were very happy. They appeared to very in love and were quite thrilled when they learned that they would be expecting. Luna automatically swore that she would name her son after her father and if they had a daughter, that she would be named after her mother. Rolf, always quick to please his Luna, was more than thrilled with the prospect, happy to give her whatever she desired. The child was due to be born until October, but Luna had been feeling ill so Healers had to work quickly to try and save her and the life of the child she was carrying. For reasons unknown, Luna hadn't been to see her doctor in months, so she never even knew that she was carrying boys, let alone twins. Rolf frantically paced around St. Mungo's, fearful for the children he may never get to know and the wife that may leave him. After a few hours in surgery, at 1.08 am on August 8, 2004 Lysander Xenophilius Scamander was born and at 1.11 am Lorcan Lyle Scamander was born. Luna, due to complications, almost didn't make it and had to stay in the hospital for a few more weeks for observation. Rolf was just happy to have his children and Luna was happy that she was able to see her children alive and breathing. Unfortunately, Rolf Scamander was not the nice man he perceived himself to be to his lovely wife and her famous friends and the Scamander family was about to find out that once his goal of having descendents was fulfilled, Rolf Scamander could give a damn less what happened to his wife after that.
Lysander and Lorcan gew up in relatively normal lives. Their mother worshipped the ground they walked on, simply because she soon discovered after their birth that she could no longer conceive children. Lorcan was also the more mischievious of the twins, often blaming things on his double to avoid punishment. And his older brother often took the fall for things that weren't his fault. Truthfully, Lorcan was essentially a cheerful boy with a sunny disposition. With bright green eyes that turned the color of a raging storm when angered and messy brown hair, Lorcan really looked like his mother. True, the boys were identical twins, but Lysander often appeared cold and hateful, when he really just shy so he seemed to reflect their father more than their mother. And Lorcan was always happy with a smile on his face, so people could definitely see Luna in Lorcan. It was when they turned seven that Lorcan discovered how much his cheerfullness truly angered his father. Growing up, the boys often switched roles to confuse people and on their seventh birthday, Lorcan covered for his brother for the first and last time. Lysander had been playing with some of the kids in the neighborhood and he knocked a glass of firewhiskey into their father's front seat. They both knew htier dad would be mad, so Lysander begged Lorcan to take the blame, to cover for him. Lorcan didn't want to, but Lysander mentioned how he had taken the blame for Lorcan and how Lysander didn't want his perfect image ruined. So, begrudgingly, Lorcan took the blame.
When Lorcan told Rolf that it was his doing, Rolf lost it. He started swinging his fists and before Lorcan knew it, he was out cold with a concussion. Rolf showed no remorse and Luna nursed her son back to health. When Lorcan and Rolf were alone next, Rolf explained that he was tired of Lorcan being such a srew up and how he wished that he could be more like his older brother Lysander. And Rolf said that if it took him a hundred years, Lorcan would become like Lysander yet. So, every night when Lysander was asleep, Rolf side-along apparated Lorcan to a raining facility for Aurors and beat his son into shape. And he didn't care which method he had to use to do so. Lorcan spent the next four years being whipped, pucnhed, slapped, cursed and hexed until he became the 'perfect son'. Every morning, Lorcan would appear half-dead to his brother, who was none the wiser. He assumed that Lorcan was playing video games or praciting spells until the wee hours. Lorcan would have told the truth, but Rolf threatened to hurt Luna if Lorcan ever told a single soul what went on. Lorcan hated Rolf, but Lorcan loved Luna, so he kept quiet for seven years, when, at the tender age of fourteen, it would all come pouring out.
When the boys were eleven and their letters came, Lysander was sad to leave his parents. But Lorcan was thrilled to be away from his father for months at a time. When Lorcan voiced his opinions, Lysander was horrified at how Lorcan spoke of their 'wonderful' father. So, for the first three years, despite them being in the same house, Lysander and Lorcan hardly conversed. Lorcan got into Ravenclaw and seemed to fit the Ravenclaw mold perfectly, while Lysander was sent to Hufflepuff. Lorcan never understood how he got into Ravenclaw. He knew that his heart had turned cold and he was hoping for Slytherin, just so he could have the opportunity to shove it in his father's face and separate himself from Lysander in another way. But when the boys got home over the summer, they found out that Luna and Rolf had gotten into an argument and had divorced from one another. Luna claimed that she feared for the lives of her and her children. The boys were confused, afraid that they would be separated. True, they had barely spoken in a year, but they had always known the other was there in case something happened. When talks of custody battles came up, Lorcan wanted ot go with Luna and Lysander wanted Rolf. However, both were willing to go to either parent, so long as they weren't separated. Nonetheless, Rolf got to choose who he wanted, and surprise, he chose....Lorcan. Both boys were surprised, but it was just another device to further the wedge between them. When Rolf took Lorcan home, he told him that he wouldn't be able to stop the abuse on his son he grown accustomed to over the years and didn't want to take his anger out on the wrong son. Lorcan accepted it and just sucked it up.
The next time Rolf tried to hit his son, Lorcan grew enraged again and the house shook and Rolf just clapped and smiled. So, for the next few months until school started again, Rolf molded and formed his son into the perfect Rolf-clone. Rolf had decided that Lysander was a bad role model and decided that at least one of his sons needed to carry on the 'Rolf-ness'. So that by the time his twelfth birthday rolled around, Lorcan was cold and uncaring, choosing to only give any thought towards things that would better himself and his future. Women were just for fun; cronies were the ones who were sent to keep the leader safe; friends were only good so long as they could be controlled; and teachers were the ones who kept you safe, so long as you never showed your true form. When Lorcan went back to school, people were surprised to discover this boy who was a Ravenclaw, who was more Slytherin than most of them. Slytherins told him he was cold as the Dark Lord and Gryffindors hated him with everything that they were. Considering that most of them were Potters/Weasleys or some affiliate, he didn't give one damn about them. Lorcan blamed their family for his situation, because the elders knew what went on in the Lovegood-Scamander house and yet they did nothing to help Lorcan or Luna. Teachers continued to say that he was brilliant and "one of the most intelligent boys" they had ever seen. Lorcan took it all in stride and never showed any inkling that he gave a damn. When Lorcan went home after his second year and visited his mother's house, his mother didn't recognize him anymore. Gone was her bright and happy boy with a heart of gold and the compassion of an angel. In his place was the mini-version of the man she had both married and grew to despise. The only difference between Rolf and her son: her son was more ruthless, more cunning and he truly seemed like a new Dark Lord. Lorcan returned to school, still getting top marks in everything and even becoming seeker for his quidditch team and eventually becoming captain. Lorcan had grown up to be a handsome, dashing boy. With shaggy brown hair that strayed across his eyes and had the uncanny habit of making him look emo; cold green eyes that seemed to constantly flash a stormy grey; the body of a Greek god and a smile that could make any girl melt; it was obvious why any girl in Hogwarts secretly, or not-so-secretly wanted him. Lorcan didn't care. He used women for a little bit of fun, or for the chance of having future fun, and then got rid of them as soon as possible. However, all that changed when he returned home after his fourth year.
Lorcan went home to discover his father in bed with another woman. This didn't bother him, as he was used to after awhile. But the noises they were making made him leave and venture to his mother's house. Lysander and Lorcan were almost fifteen and they decided to strike up a conversation. And somewhere along the way, Lysander questioned what happened to his adorable little brother. Lorcan was pissed at the world and in a fit of guilty confessions, he told all. He told his brother about how he was abused every night, how he hated their parents and how his deepest wish was to see his father burn in flames screaming for help but never getting it. Lysander was shocked and Lorcan slumped over in exhaustion. While he was asleep, Lysander went and had the papers magically conjured declaring that Lorcan was no longer in the custody of Rolf Scamander. When Lorcan awoke, he was confused and annoyed and scared that he spilled he his greatest secret in a moment of weakness. However, Lysander was only angry that his brother didn't inform him before now. Lorcan gladly spent the next few weeks with his mother and brother, knowing he wouldn't have to go back to his father unless he wanted to. Which he didn't. Now, they both live above the Leaky Cauldron, because neither can handle the idea of living with the people who had caused their lives such pain. Lorcan is still a bastard who uses women, but he's slowly trying to reform his ways, and with the help of Lysander, he is making great progress.
NEED TO KNOW
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Taken from Up To No Good
Alice Archer tossed and turned, unable to get a good position to keep herself asleep. She sighed and pulled the pillow from behind her hear, slamming it down on the covers in exasperation. She sighed again and looked at her watch, the moonlight reflecting off the face, making it glow iridescently. She pushed back the covers and sat up, her dark brown tresses falling around her shoulders and her locks hitting her eyes. She shook the hair out of her face and stood up, her dark brown orbs finally adjusting to the dim light in the dorm. She considered turning on the lights, but didn't want to wake the others, who were lucky enough to be sleeping soundly. She massaged a crick from her neck and yanked on a pair of jeans and a black and blood red hoodie. She quickly tied her long hair into a ponytail and laced up a pair of sneakers, casting a quick look of regret at her bed before she exited the dorm.
Alice knew why she couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, the scene of the last time she saw her brother flashed before her eyes. She had told everyone that she didn't remember anything, that the knock into the wall had erased the memory of that night. But that wasn't true. She could still hear his cries of anguish and pain. She could still see the angry glint in her mother's eyes turn to pain and sorrow, and then quickly glow with the hatred that she felt for her only son. She stopped on the stairs, trying to massage the image of her brother's face as she hit the wall due to her mother's striking blow, from her memory. But no matter how much she prayed and wished that his look would go away, it never did. Never. She had been wishing for months, but the memory was too fresh and she only hoped that it would fade away with time, just the bruise her head had received had faded away until only the memory of its existence still remained.
Alice sighed and stretched her arms. Remembering that no one was awake yet, she took a step forward and then sat down, leaning her elbows on the steps behind her for support. She crossed her legs, causing her right leg to dangle over the left as she rotated her neck. She exhaled slowly, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. The more she was awake, the more she had to think about what had happened to her family. When she was younger, she was the good twin and her brother was the evil one. She was the perfect child with the prefect behavior and grades and Damien was just the Devil reborn. It was interesting how a devout Christian could spawn a magical heritage. She still laughed at the irony in that. But then they got older and their powers started showing and her mother started the one act that would rip everything apart. Alice scoffed slightly, annoyed at how someone could do that to their own child. She remembered coming to school for years, hiding it, never telling the truth. To this day, no one, save for a few people, knew what was going on when she went home for the summer. Or the true reason why she never wanted to leave for the holidays. Her friends constantly asked why the mention of her family would cause her to jump or tense up almost instantly. But she kept her word and never told. Even though she knew that she should have, she never did. Now it was just as much her fault as her mother's. Marvelous. Alice stood up from the stairs and continued the long walk down to the common room. She looked up to see someone walk into the common room and sit near the fire. It was only the glow of the fire that illuminated his face and made him known to her. It was Sirius, one of her oldest friends. She sighed and walked around the couch, plopping in the comfy armchair across from him. She noticed the look on his face and figured that he was concentrating real hard. She sighed dejectedly and quietly and tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling. She figured that he would talk when he was ready. If not, she was quite content right here, right by the crackling yellow and orange flames that seemed to spark an ember of hope or knowledge. Or maybe it was just the warmth that it sparked.
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