BOSCH, Theo

[Theo Bosch]

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NAME: Melissa~
AGE: 14
TIME ZONE: Standard China Time (UTC + 8)
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Théière Hieronymus Bosch
"Theo"

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: 4th
AGE: 15
DOB: August 28th, 1962
RACE: English
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: In so far, heterosexual
WAND: Willow, 12 inches, Unicorn tail hair (good for transfiguration)
BROOM: Cleansweep
PET: A small grey mouse named Conan

APPEARANCE: When one pictures Theo in their mind, it is definitely not an image of a body-builder, a superhero or a male model. Well, maybe a male model for a “before” picture in a magazine ad for a better build. In short, the boy does not in any way resemble the hottie many girls fantasize about dating, but he more looks like the quieter, bookish type who would prefer writing poetry than go check out a gym, and in this sense, his appearance almost perfectly matches his personality. Delicately swaying between a 5’4 or 5’5, Theo has always been a fairly average for his age, with somewhat lanky legs that give him a loping kind of grace when he walks. Unfortunately, although he tries to blend in with people as much as he can, he is usually noticeable by his attempts to look so normal that passersby either have to do a double take or settle with being mildly amused. No one has ever alerted the shy Theo to this news, and no one he’s met so far has ever wanted to.

With flattish brown hair, Theo finds himself very boring looking, but figures this must be better than absolutely hideous (a condition he has sometimes thought himself looking as well). The only saving grace he finds in relation to his hair is the fact that it occasionally waves of its own accord, giving him a feathery, adorable sort of look. Depending on the occasion, he might also be found sometimes with slanted bangs that give him a depressed, angsty sort of look that many girls call endearing, although it’s one he calls a bad hair day. Theo’s eyes are a matching brown to his hair (coincidentally, another factor in his supposedly boring looks) that seem to smile with him whenever he feels like giving someone a genuine grin. Lucky for him, Theo’s smile are the type that light up a room and the type where only a remarkably cold person couldn’t smile back at. Unfortunately, he doesn’t smile nearly enough for most people to see this happen.
FACE CLAIM: George Ryan Ross

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: At heart, Theo is a remarkably playful and humorous kind of guy, but his terrible jokes and laughs are a rarity ever since the panic attack he suffered when he was 10. In reality, the panic attack was a combination of high blood pressure and an overwhelming onslaught of synesthesia (see Special Abilities) during a protest that sent him really. Aghast at his completely lack of control over himself, he retreated into a shell where he decided to stay firmly put in his own quiet environment that would allow him to constantly be calm and undisturbed. Unfortunately, this mindset has made him slightly pessimistic and antisocial – the fact is, he loves people and being with them, but he’s only slowly starting to learn how to interact with them. After being kicked out of his kindergarten for various fits, he remained at home whilst his brothers and sisters would go out and play with friends. Having no friends himself, Theo would keep himself amused by trying to practice magic at home with some of his father’s magic books, which meant he was a little more competent at magic when he finally arrived at Hogwarts for his education. Luckily enough, the students weren’t particularly envious or spiteful about his advanced knowledge, and rather asked for help and advice from this shy looking boy.

Theo’s family had never been very supportive of him, especially not after he was thrown out of his first ‘real’ school, meaning he grew up to be fairly independent. Although he was blessed with brains from the beginning, Theo’s hard work at home still didn’t make up for his lack of interaction with the outside world, which led him to be ridiculously un-street smart. If someone happened to come across Theo wandering around outside (a highly unlikely situation in the first place) chance are likely he probably got lost looking for the trash can across from his house. The trait which contributes to that is mostly his daydreaming and mindless staring at the shapes that would pop up in front of him, which he would naturally follow. The daydreaming and constant trails of color while teachers spoke to him have been a source of irritation for both the staff and Theo, who both believe that he would probably be a lot further ahead than he already was if his head wasn’t constantly in the clouds. Theo’s siblings have probably been the least supportive of him over the years, and constantly tormented him – but he took it all in stride, figuring this is exactly what happened when you had a smart older sister, even smarter older triplets, two whiny brats for younger siblings, and was just generally stuck in the middle. Being a middle child pretty much meant that none of the blame was placed on him, none of the jobs were assigned to him (except for random chores) and none of the credit was given to him – as a result of that ignorance, Theo’s self esteem has pretty much been shot for the past few years of his life, even if he was modest to begin with.

On the other hand, there are still some bad qualities that come with the good, lovable ones, and one of them is Theo’s tendency to completely close up from other people when he begins to feel uncomfortable. Having never had to deal with many problems (mostly just one large one), he prefers to slowly back away from them instead of facing them, and wait until the worst is over before resurfacing somewhere, meaning that people generally get frustrated at his complete detachment when he’s upset. On the other hand, when people try to force a confrontation out of him, Theo will begin to panic and feel as though he was unable to breathe, and it’s these feelings that he tends to avoid, as it brings to mind memories of his panic attack. Theo longs for the day when he is finally to just yell at someone and leave, as he’s never been able to hold out long enough through a stressful situation without getting dizzy and having to sit down somewhere, which generally leaves people concerned and forget about their argument. Some people might find that a useful trait, but Theo would much prefer shouting over suddenly being unable to see through the spots as the blood rushes to his head and the deep purple flashes of his heart beating in his ears.

However, Hogwarts has slowly been changing that and making him a happier person. True, he’s still a little bit shy in front of strangers and is considered especially weird when he attempts to contain a burst of comments on how orange someone’s name is and remains silent in reply to a question, but he’s improving and he knows it. His true personality is slowly coming out, and it’s one of a completely lovable klutz who is constantly lost in some kind of vague daydream. People around him admire his ability to listen to the same song for months and months and never get tired of it (of course, they don’t know he sees the most brilliant shade of purple when he hears it), and generally begin to appreciate him for him. Luckily, Theo’s constant obsessive attempts at trying to be as normal as possible fail miserably and let him showcase his dorky personality. Despite all his shortcomings, Theo’s goal in life is to become an auror, where he can protect people and be as brave as he wishes he was.
BOGGART: Having another “panic attack” in front of people
PATRONUS: An eagle. Theo constantly wishes he could just fly away from his “nest” and his problems.
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: To become an auror.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: He’s a synesthete, although he doesn’t know it (synesthesia: neurological condition; a blending of the senses where one can see/taste/hear/feel other sounds/movements/feelings/tastes and etc). Theo’s synesthesia is sound to color, concept to space (he has a ‘calendar’ where all the dates are in certain spaces that he alone can ‘see’), touch to color and letter/number to color/personality.
BLOOD: Half-blood
BIRTHPLACE: London, England
MY FAMILY:

– Father: Adrien Bosch (48)
– Mother: Eleanor Bosch (49)
– Sister: Alais Bosch (18)
– Sister: Hailey Bosch (16)
– Brother: Dorian Bosch (16)
– Brother: Felix Bosch (16)
– Brother: Frederic Bosch (13)
– Sister: Aurora Bosch (11)

WHATS IN THE PAST:
Even before he had been born, Theo’s parents knew he was going to be an unusual child. Supposedly conceived on Komodo Island while his parents were holidaying there (Theo never bothered to ask them if this was true, hoping to still retain some innocence on “how babies are made” – at least, from his parents) and born inside a library while his Muggle mother was searching for a book on famous artists to amuse her other four children. When she collapsed to the ground as the four-weeks-early baby decided to make a break for it, the book flipped open to a page on the artists Hieronymus Bosch, which lead to Theo’s obsessively superstitious mother to name him after the Dutch painter. His first name was accidentally given, when a nearby customer screamed for the librarian to go get hot water from the “théière”! Deciding this was a pretty sounding name, Eleanor Bosch went for it, surprisingly her husband by returning home with a son named after an obscure religious artist as well as to be called the French equivalent of “teapot”. Aghast at finding out the meaning of his name some 6 years later from the little girl who lived down the street from him, Théière insisted on, from then on, being called “Theo”. Naturally, his parents refused and continued to call him Théière Hieronymus – something ridiculously embarrassing, especially when he or his sibling had friends over.

Unfortunately, friends for Theo (really pronounced “thay-oh”, but not that anyone bothered) didn’t come quite so easy. Ever since he could remember, he had seen music both inside his head and in his field of vision in the form of colors, squiggles and bizarre abstract shapes. This had been all right to manage, with the occasional strange look at a comment he’d make on how blue or purple a song was, until he realized it wasn’t just music he had been seeing. Eleanor, his mother, insisted he be sent to a Muggle kindergarten like she had had, and was disappointed to have to pull him out after the fits he’d have when looking at the colored alphabet on the front of the classroom. When asked why he disliked them so much, Theo looked at the Principal angrily and asked why she couldn’t see that ‘L’ was most definitely yellow and not purple, as the board suggested. His parents dismissed it as an overactive imagination, and eventually Theo began to as well, until a panic attack he’d had at the age of 10 during a protest his family had stumbled into. Seeing all the letters and numbers hitting him from all sides in different colors, coupled with the ugly shapes of the people screaming and marching around him, he fainted and woke up in St. Mungo’s. The doctors treated it as “high blood pressure” and told him his condition was “easily excitable”, gave him some medicine to take, and then let him go. Ever since the attack, he had stayed quietly at home, trying not to be involved too much in noisy games and retreating to his room whenever guests were over. As a result of trying to suppress it, Theo has never discovered what his condition was called, or that it even was a condition.

However, like the saying goes, things have to get worse before they get better, and betterment came in the form of Theo getting his Hogwarts letter. Of course, he knew he was always going to get a letter – he’d been performing magic from as young as 2, when he’d sneezed and a light-bulb had blown up (true, it might have just overheated, but Theo preferred to think otherwise), but he was happy to leave anyways. His parents had had two more children after him in addition to the older four, and Theo was never really paid much more than medical attention after the incident with his “high blood pressure”, and constantly felt shunted to the side, especially with his inability to connect to most people. His siblings hadn’t really been much help either, considering they never stopped a moment to mock him about his colors, asking him what colors certain words were and laughing at him when he excitedly replied. Life at Hogwarts meant more than just his academic career, because to Theo it was really a new life and a new chance to be himself. Although he was ridiculously nervous during the Sorting process, he settled in well soon after, even developing friendships he’d never had before. Unfortunately, Theo is still hesitate when it comes to talking about his condition, and has never mentioned it to anyone, with the exception being a laughed off incident at the dinner table when he choked on his delicious looking pudding while it gave him a blinding sick-yellow flash. Other than small little things, Theo has been genuinely happy for the first time in his life while connecting with people, although he has yet to experience any relationship of the romantic kind.

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RP EXAMPLE: (from a thread with Matt)
Matt had never denied that, on occasion, he had a bit of a competitive streak – especially when it came to clothes. As a result, visiting Madam Malkins’ All Quality Robes was probably his favorite part of getting ready for Hogwarts, not because he enjoyed trying things on and picking the best fit (although that was definitely a part of it) but because he found the fun in arguing with Madam Malkins about which robes were better. Generally, he lost – but that was just prepping him up for the next debate anyways. Guys Matt’s age liked to figure that being conscious of fashion was girly and a large neon indication of possible homosexuality, but the soon-to-be 6th year disagreed – after all, girls liked it when guys dressed nicely, and he didn’t think there was anything wrong with homosexuality in the first place. Let’s be honest…Matt thought to himself and the general male population, there’s a reason why girls think that “all the good ones are gay”. Glad to have won an argument with himself and half the world, the Gryffindor proudly strolled into Madam Malkins’, ready for some verbal rendezvous.

“Hello?” he called out, a bounce in his step for good measure as he gently closed the door. “Madam Malkins? You there?” he asked, poking his head around only to see the feared-amongst-students’ store owner peek out from behind the student she was dressing and frown disapprovingly at him as she heard him call her name. He flashed her a signature smile, and beamed even wider as he noticed her nostrils flare – clearly she had recognized him. “I’m going to go look at the robes,” he decided out loud, unsure whether or not the woman had even heard him, as she was suddenly engrossed in her work. Glad to do a bit of research in her store before contesting Madam Malkins’ knowledge of robes and wizard fashion, Matt trotted over to the racks in hopes that he’d find fodder for the upcoming dispute. Gleefully, the Gryffindor boy pushed aside some clothes-hangers, tempted to find the ugliest robe for evidence-supported ammunition. “Ew, tacky,” he muttered to himself, repulsed by a shorter than usual robe which had probably been made for the sorts of girls who enjoyed showing a little more than the general public approved of – however, there was a reason that was made, so he winced in defeat and moved on, still somewhat scarred from the idea that people would actually wear that. “Aha!” Matt declared, pulling out a frilly dress robe, proud of the fact that his find and a mop would get along remarkably well.

Although the store happened to sport some outstandingly hideous designs, Matt was just happy to be amongst clothes. Taking a deep breath of the soothing smell (yes, clothes did have a smell…) and holding the dress robe out at arm’s length, Matt closed his eyes to find his foot trodden on at a remarkably painful angle. “Ack!” he half-shrieked, turning around to see the perpetrator of the foot-stepping apologize to him. “It’s no problem,” he shrugged, waving his foot around as though to test it, “I’m Matt, by the way.” Extending a hand to the boy he somewhat recognized to be in his year, he realized that he was still holding the hideous dress robe. “Uh, just so you know, I wasn’t intending on wearing this,” he quickly added, hoping this new acquaintance wouldn’t think he had lousy taste on their first meeting, “I was just preparing to have a war of words with Madam Malkins about the, ah, more ridiculous looking items in her shop.” Matt looked the fellow 6th year up and down, quickly approving of his wear, and noting what appeared to be mildly red spots left over from probably pin-pricking. “I sympathize with your pain, by the way,” he said, pointing vaguely to one of the spots, “In Madam Malkins’ it’s survival of the fittee, if you know what I mean.”

ANSWER: Dobby dying! Wahhhh!
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