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Post by Guilhem Rochefort on Jan 6, 2009 11:29:42 GMT -5
{ About The MEMBER }
NAME: Penny
AGE: Sixteen
TIME ZONE: Australian Eastern
HOW OFTEN WILL YOU BE ON?: Too often?
WHERE DID YOU FIND US?: Somewhere, indeed.
WHERE CAN WE REACH YOU?: PM thanks, unless you have my email address, in which case that's probably better.
OTHER CHARACTER(S): Okay, most of the time even I can't remember them all.
{ About The CHARACTER }
 x  Guilhem Henri Ademar Rochefort"Henri"
CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: Seventh
AGE: Eighteen
DOB: March 15, 1959
RACE: Caucasian (French)
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: Oak, nine and a quarter inches precisely with a core of Chimera tail scale. Flexible, strong, and particularly good for illusion spells and the like.
BROOM: An absurdly expensive French broom, Rapidité.
PET: A noble-looking tawny eagle owl named Lucien.
APPEARANCE:
The heir to the impressive Rochefort fortune has the sort of handsome looks that earned him an excess of toys as a child and have ensured him an abundance of female admirers in his teenage years. Inherited wholly from a father who was capricious to the point of extremity when he was younger, it seems that the trademark family features have served Guilhem very well too. He has perpetually unruly, slightly curly dark brown hair which can either stick up a little from his head or lay flat and frame his face pleasantly, depending on the circumstances and how he's slept on it. His hair is thick and lustrous, but it remains smooth and feathery to the touch, a fact which rather pleases him. The boy has a bad habit of running one hand through his hair when he's flirting, a sign that some of the more discerning girls at Hogwarts are able to pick up on. Guilhem generally keeps himself clean-shaven, because he, of all people, knows the value of looking presentable, although there have been occasions that he's forgotten and allowed a light stubble to grow. The Frenchman's facial features all have a very refined and noble look to them, particularly his mouth. His lips are soft and sensual, and the boy habitually wears a confident, charming smile with which he aims to 'woo the masses', as he puts it. When this winning grin is in place, it reveals a set of straight white teeth- but who could expect any less, given that the boy's had stellar dental care for several years?
Guilhem's nose is straight and normal of size, and it adds to the symmetrical appearance of his face as a whole. The traits which cause most people who see Guilhem standing next to his father to remark on their distinct physical similarity are his eyes. They are not particularly remarkable on their own, being a very rich (and admittedly nice) chocolate brown in colour, but it is the way that he uses them that makes them worthy of notice. By some miracle of genetics, the boy's eyes always (and by this, it is meant the kind of 'always' that actually means always) have an unspeakably warm look to them, which is useful for when he's feigning comfort or sincerity, but an almost unfair nuisance when he is attempting to convince people that he's angry. Instead, he has to rely on his dark, reasonably thick eyebrows and his expressive mouth to convey all negative emotions, which is a bit of a bother. Nevertheless, his eyes make up for this failing by having the noteworthy ability to usually capture the undivided attention of whoever he's speaking to (though it must be said that this works better on females than males, and Guilhem is glad for it). His gaze is clear, confident and arresting, so he's never really had to work hard to gain regard from others. The Frenchman's face as a whole is pleasing and debonair to look upon, as his individual facial attributes seem to be perfectly proportioned, and his jaw is firm and elegant as opposed to square.
The boy's cheekbones are high in a way that only serves to increase the aristocratic and courtly vibe that he exudes. They are not particularly protuberant except for when he frowns (and that is a scary sight indeed), and therefore generally keep his face looking streamlined. His forehead is perhaps a smidgen too high, but that has been easily remedied by the young man. He has simply grown his hair in such a way that it obscures his upper forehead most of the time and it doesn't detract from his overall appearance much at all. Of course, his facial features are not the only things about him that scream 'cultured'. His polished origins are evident in everything from the manner in which he walks to the type of body that he has. The boy carries himself with the air of a prince- upright, proud and even a little arrogant. When things work out to his liking, this arrogance sometimes even translates into a swagger that is hard to suppress, though Guilhem does try. Sauntering aside, his bearing does have the tendency to impress, especially when his height is taken into consideration. Standing at 6'3", Guilhem numbers among the taller boys at Hogwarts. Certainly, he has a few well-developed muscles here and there (not to mention broad shoulders), but he is a devoted fencer and thus his frame is intended more for grace than sheer strength. He doesn't think that being particularly bulky would suit him all that much anyway.
Where clothing is concerned, only the best will suffice. Guilhem does not care whether the attire is of Muggle or wizard make (France has always been rather more liberal than England about blood status) as long as it is of good quality and it looks suave. Refusing to wear that absurdly loose apparel that some of his peers gallivant about in, Guilhem insists (perhaps snobbishly) that his clothes either fit well or are tailored to do so, because there's no point to being as athletic as he is if one hides it under excess cloth all of the time. His clothing preferences hardly ever lapse into being casual unless he is lounging about the Common Room on a weekend or relaxing at home. He likes his finery and makes a point of dressing immaculately when in public company- not because he wishes to flaunt his wealth (he sort of enjoys it when people like him, as a matter of fact), but rather because he's always done so. Guilhem is not particularly fond of the school uniform, but he still wears it neatly (well, perfectly) out of what is probably a misplaced sense of routine.
FACE CLAIM: James Franco
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
It must be said in Guilhem's defense that he is not an evil young man, nor is he an intentionally bad person either. He has simply lived what many people would consider the perfect life, born with the metaphorical silver spoon fixed firmly in his mouth. The boy has been blessed since birth with all manner of things- he is handsome, worldly, affluent, sophisticated and intelligent. He has never had to work a day in his seventeen years to support himself, and has certainly never experienced what it is like to struggle financially (he's heard of this phenomenon called 'being poor' and doesn't think that it sounds all that great). In his whole life, he has never suffered (except for the time that Gaspar accidentally knocked him off the roof of their mansion- he swears it was an accident but Guilhem knows better, though he hasn't brought it up again because they really weren't supposed to be up there) or known true pain, and it should be pointed out that he does not particularly want to either. Because of his easy, wealthy upbringing, he tends to think of himself before any other- selflessness is not part of his nature. In the rare event that the boy performs what is considered to be a good or kind deed, one can be certain that it is because he's sure there's something in it for him, too. There is not a single thing that he does that hasn't been thought through thoroughly first. Guilhem is, though it seems hard to believe, a very shrewd and rational type, and he has the good foresight to be able to guess fairly accurately what kind of results that his actions will achieve.
His ability to think strategically has served him well when gaining friends, but the boy's real social strength lies in the fact that he seems to have an innate talent to figure out what certain people like to hear. Guilhem comes across as being the open and honest type, but appearances are deceiving and he is anything but the sort. He unerringly tries to seek out people's weaknesses and strengths, and if he can discover them he will exploit them fully in order to manipulate effectively. He is the kind of boy who knows exactly what to say, and exactly when to say it. For all his flaws (and there are many of them), he is definitely a smooth talker, with so much inherent charm that it is practically tangible. Having an abundance of self-confidence helps, too. Most of the other students at Hogwarts aren't aware that he's playing them as deftly as his younger brother does the guitar- they think he's merely very amiable and charismatic, but that's probably a good thing. He does everything that a 'good Pureblood gentleman' should, holding open doors for girls, making proper conversation, and generally being an uplifting presence to be around, but he doesn't really understand what kind of an impact he can have on people sometimes. It is plainly obvious that the boy knows how to make an impact, but apart from when he's capitalizing on them, Guilhem doesn't comprehend feelings. He's only ever been completely satisfied with his life, so he can't fully fathom what despair and hopelessness actually mean for people.
Guilhem is ignorant, if such a condition can be summed up in one word (Gaspar says that he's deluded sometimes when they argue) and self-centered, and his vanity is definitely reflected in the way that he treats girls. Yes, he is naturally debonair and seems to somehow attract more girls than a person like him deserves, but he is unwilling to make a commitment and mostly, he just feeds off of the affection that he receives from his admirers and uses it to fuel his philandering ways. He was never taught to do otherwise, and the idea of a 'relationship', of monogamy, is foreign to him. He is a lover, through and through. Kind and thoughtful, sensitive and sweet, he makes the perfect lasting impression on his conquests, though it needs to be understood that he never leads anybody on with talk of promises or responsibility. Somewhere, deep down, even he feels the need to have enough decency to warn girls that he is not looking for something that will last more than a night or two. His mother often sighs and tells him that one day he'll meet a girl who will make him see things differently and that he will become a better man for it, but Guilhem would like to believe that he's not stupid enough to let something like that happen to him. Still, even though he lets (no, makes) women come and go, he would be lost without them. Guilhem cannot imagine being absolutely alone- he never has been, and so he has reason to believe that he ever will be. Sometimes when he thinks about it (which is a rare occurrence, considering there are so many far more pressing matters to ponder) he decides that he's even a little afraid of what will happen when his luck and attractiveness disappear.
He seems like a terrible person, but really he's only confused and naive. Guilhem plays with people because he likes having friends, and indeed when he is around his friends he can be a completely different (and much more genuine) person. A sense of humour appears that is witty and usually sarcastic- he laughs more often, and generally becomes the man that he could be if he weren't so blinded by his own superficial nature. Guilhem really just doesn't realize that his peers would probably like him for real if he stayed that way all the time. As mentioned before, he is not deliberately cruel. He is just unwitting- innocent, but in the worst way possible. He does not look down on people if they are poor, he doesn't engage in toying with other students for sport, and he certainly doesn't hate Muggles and Muggleborns. Living in France has given him a much more relaxed view about blood purity than the one prevalent in England, if nothing else. He doesn't care what backgrounds his friends have or who they are, as long as he has them. That's just the kind of person he is, though practicality is never really evident anywhere else in his personality. For example, it seems that Guilhem has quite the temper when something doesn't go exactly as planned. Normally he is softly, gently spoken (part of his charm, he supposes) but when he is angered it's almost ridiculous to behold. Swear words fly everywhere (in both English and French) and in general, his voice becomes entirely maimed by a thick French accent, which most find hilarious. He finds it intolerable.
BOGGART: A crowd of people telling him that he is an absolutely loathed failure.
PATRONUS: Cat
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: Guilhem hopes to avoid an arranged marriage (because his parents will probably try to force him into one), travel the world and perhaps even land himself a job one day in the Ministry of Magic. The idea of working has always fascinated him.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Guilhem is an adept fencer, though it hardly does him any good at Hogwarts. He's also bilingual, since he can speak both flawless English and French.
BLOOD: Pureblood
BIRTHPLACE: Orléans, France
MY FAMILY:Thibault Armand Rochefort - Father [44]
Tempest Marie Rochefort (nee. Montague) - Mother [40]
Gaspar Jacques Rochefort - Younger Brother [15]
WHATS IN THE PAST:
Thibault Rochefort had been unofficially betrothed to Tempest Montague since the day she was born. Their parents were the closest of friends and thus there had always been an unspoken expectation that Thibault and Tempest would join the families through marriage once they grew old enough. Tempest, the ever dutiful Pureblood daughter, was brought up to accept this seemingly inevitable arrangement, but Thibault refused to be boxed into one permanent social circle without first experiencing more of the world. He figured that if he eventually had to settle down with Tempest in France as his parents so desperately wanted, he needed a bit of time for himself first. This resolve in mind, the boy begged his parents to allow him to go to England for his magical schooling, and they agreed. A few strings were pulled that resulted in a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry arriving at the Rochefort family mansion in Orléans on Thibault's eleventh birthday. Thibault did not hesitate, but rather left as soon as his parents made arrangements. Hogwarts was strange and fascinating to him, and when he arrived and was sorted into Slytherin, he acquired a new sense of belonging. Of course, all summer holidays were to be spent in France and the boy was made to get to know Tempest, who quickly proved that she was a bright and headstrong girl.
That didn't change Thibault's opinion of marrying her, though. She was four years his junior and so he was more inclined to view her as a little sister or cousin than as a future lover and wife. Tempest, on the other hand, absolutely idolized Thibault, and eagerly waited for him to return to her every summer. As Thibault entered his Fifth Year at Hogwarts, Tempest commenced her schooling at Beauxbatons, eager to prove to Thibault that she was quite the grown up now. At Hogwarts, though, Thibault was discovering a new love- that of all women. He was quite the charmer, and many succumbed to his persuasive ways. Thibault quite enjoyed the symbolism of his bedding and then discarding of girls- it was a life of no responsibility, and that was what he wanted. He graduated Hogwarts with good grades shortly after Tempest's thirteenth birthday, and it was at this point that his parents reminded him of his duties to the family. Thibault pointed out that Tempest was hardly old enough to be betrothed, and told his parents that he intended to travel for a few years until she came of age, at which point he supposed he'd have to wed her. He left France almost as soon as he arrived to tell his parents of his plans, and Tempest received no farewell from the dark haired, handsome boy.
Instead, her last glimpse of him, grinning as his luggage was loaded onto a carriage, had to last her four years. She went back to Beauxbatons at the end of the summer to continue her schooling, whilst Thibault roamed the world on an ample supply of his parents' money, womanizing and carrying on as he was prone to do. Word of his philandering ways eventually reached France, and Tempest understood the significance of the fact that her future husband (alright, well, nothing was set in stone at this point, but she still liked to think of him as that) was behaving rather improperly, and her affection for him subsequently dulled somewhat. Nonetheless, when she graduated from Beauxbatons the Montagues and the Rocheforts drew up a contract of betrothal for the two of them, and Tempest could do nothing but agree. Thibault arrived back in France for the betrothal dinner, half expecting to see the doe eyed, adoring young girl that he'd left behind without a care four years ago, but instead he was struck by the sight of a tall, willowy blonde young woman with bright blue eyes that positively gleamed with the awareness of her own beauty. Being the sort of person he was, Thibault wanted her immediately for himself, pleading with his parents to move the wedding date forward, but they insisted that he take it up with Tempest.
The young man thought that it would be insanely easy to persuade Tempest (after all, she'd spent most of her adolescent life madly in love with him), but was shocked when Tempest gave him an ultimatum- he could either choose her, or his multitudes of other women. She then told him that she would tolerate no infidelity on his part, and that she didn't want to marry until she turned twenty (because, after all, he'd had a few years of freedom after he'd graduated, so why shouldn't she?). Despite the fact that Thibault was absolutely unprepared for this kind of treatment at the hands of Tempest, he agreed immediately to her terms, an act which gained some admiration from his betrothed. Three years passed, and about a month after Tempest's twentieth birthday, she became Tempest Rochefort amidst much pomp and ceremony. Thibault was actually glad that they'd decided to wait, because now they knew each other much better than they would have if they'd been wed immediately. For an arranged marriage, it worked out rather well (though Thibault had to endure many an 'I told you so' from his parents for years to come). Another two years later, an absolutely perfect baby boy was born to the happy couple, and he was christened Guilhem Henri Ademar Rochefort, which was a mouthful of a name, even for a Pureblood child.
Thibault was absolutely ecstatic, because now he had an heir to one day inherit the combined Rochefort and Montague family fortunes, not to mention the vast sum of money that Thibault, a French corporate mogul, had amassed and earned the hard way. Tempest was overjoyed simply due to the fact that she now had a child to dote on with every fiber of her being. As the boy grew older, it became evident that he had inherited almost nothing of his mother, though- physically, at least. His brown eyes were captivating even as a baby, and his dark curly hair was 'perfect to play with', according to the ever loving Tempest. Basically, he had an absolutely charmed childhood and was spoiled rotten. Two years after Guilhem's birth, Gaspar came along, and he was the exact opposite of Guilhem in looks, receiving in full the blonde hair and blue eyes of his mother. Because of this, Gaspar became Tempest's favourite son whilst Guilhem remained Thibault's, though neither parent would ever be insensitive enough to mention this to their children. The brothers got along extremely well, mainly due to the very slight age difference and the fact that their personalities were quite similar. Both boys were given tutelage in English and French as children, and as a result were fluent in both.
When the time came for Guilhem to be considering schools, Thibault insisted that the boy follow his lead and attend Hogwarts. Since Thibault had attended, a letter arrived for Guilhem by owl and he promptly decided that receiving his education in England was a good idea. He left for Hogwarts soon after that, promising a tearful Gaspar that soon it'd be his turn to go off on a grand adventure to a strange new country. Hogwarts was everything that his father had described it as being, and Guilhem set about making friends as best he could, though he soon found out that quite a few people had trouble pronouncing his name. As a result, he was forced to tell most people that they could either call him Henri (one of his middle names) or Will (since Guilhem was French for William) as soon as he saw the confused looks on their faces as they tried to sound out 'Guilhem'. The name fiasco aside, Guilhem's first six years at Hogwarts were a breeze, and he has, to date, secured excellent grades. He even managed to pick up his father's knack for womanizing, and has spent a good deal of time capitalizing on his capricious nature as a result of it. Now that he's in his seventh year, however, he has decided that he may be required to focus more on his studies than he has done previously.
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RP EXAMPLE:
(AS RABASTAN LESTRANGE)
The path back towards Hogwarts was a well-trodden track which zig-zagged into the distance, and the castle which he called home for most of the year was naught but a faint outline. Rabastan Lestrange was not going that way, though- there was still work to be done. Actually, all of his work was technically done already, since as far as he knew, there was a girl burning in Honeydukes. That was part of the reason that he was walking swiftly up the overgrown track to the Shrieking Shack, though. He needed some time to cool down, think rationally, and pull himself back together. The adrenaline that had pervaded his bloodstream during the short attack was still coursing madly through his veins, and this alone was enough to make him feel hot and stifled beneath his heavy black Death Eater's cloak, despite the snow and winter chill. An uncharacteristically harsh obscenity flew from his lips as he continued trudging, quite desperate to put some distance between himself and any other people. It wasn't that he didn't want to continue his little torture-fest, but he was afraid that he would lose control (as he very nearly had in Honeydukes) and do something regrettable. Of course he didn't regret what he'd done to the Kellou girl, but he was prepared to admit that he might have gone about it in a slightly melodramatic way. Setting fire to someone was a sure way of drawing attention, and considering his circumstances, that was probably not a good thing. It was odd how the most unobtrusive and inconspicuous of criminals always managed to evade capture.
He wished quite fervently that he could remove his mask, because the metal was heating up and causing him discomfort, but was not prepared to take the risk that someone would be at the Shack, doing...unorthodox things in the spirit of Valentine's Day. When he got there, though, he was chagrined to find that there were actually people at the Shack- just not doing what he'd been expecting. They looked quite inebriated, and, unperturbed after having observed their respective states, the Lestrange boy moved with an easy, loping grace to the rotten steps of the Shack upon which the boys were unsteadily perched. It was here, with surprise, annoyance, and slight excitement, that he noted their identities. Matthieu Shibuya and Nathaniel Watson, the two most unfortunately named students in his grade- and perhaps most annoying, too. Watson was always one for trouncing them all with his perfect grades, and, well, Shibuya? That boy's actions and penchant for dressing hideously spoke louder than words- not that Rabastan had ever stooped low enough to exchange words. All thoughts of 'calming' down gone in a surge of contempt, Rabastan flashed an unseen grin at his new-found companions and stated coldly, "Happy Valentine's Day, boys. I hope it's one that you don't forget." Here a dilemma presented itself. He could insult them a little more, perhaps, but that would be childish. Might as well skip to the violence. Then again, what manner of things could he do? Lestranges were known for their fondness for creativity and the arts, and Rabastan was no exception. He certainly didn't want to repeat any of the tortures which he'd employed with Kellou- that would be...well, unoriginal.
Besides, using the same methods might create a pattern which could be traced back to him and cause his crimes to be put together, and he certainly didn't want that. "So, I presume you're Hogwarts' newest couple?" He drawled, feeling quite entertained. In a very casual and unhurried manner, he pulled his wand from the pocket of his robes, and actually began whistling for a few moments as he contemplated its wooden tip. Then, in an almost negligent matter, he pointed at the two boys and with one swish of the wand threw them from their seat on the porch and headlong into the ground. "Let me be the first to offer my congratulations," he taunted, a savage death's-head grin etched on his obscured features. It was then, with unnecessary vigour, that he pointed at the rotten floorboards of the Shack and caused them to fly towards his peers, laughing softly all the while. "Are you as entertained as I am?" He questioned, madness running rife in his inflection. With another light, musical chuckle, as though he were doing no more than making a particularly funny joke, he pointed at Shibuya, flicked him up a few feet into the air, and turned him upside down with a well-aimed Levicorpus. "You look best from this angle," he assured the dangling boy, before adding as an after-thought, "Might be something to do with the fact that your face isn't visible. Anyway, let's not dally about." With that, Rabastan promptly gave a sharp flick of the wrist to the right, throwing Matt into one of the Shack's support beams. The loud crack that the impact created reverberated amongst the trees that surrounded the derelict building, setting several birds to flight, but its only effect upon the Lestrange was to induce another bout of laughter. Finally, when he trusted himself enough to stand straight once more, he pronounced with some languor and extreme disinterest, "Ouch. That probably hurt, eh?"
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