YOUR INFORMATION NAME: Meghan E-MAIL & AIM: forgetmenot_410@yahoo.com // unreliabletruths AGE: 22 PREVIOUS RPG EXPERIENCE? Currently playing at Meanwhile on commiejournal, and Aengus here. I've played Caradoc Dearborn before at shuntbumped and forbiddenground, both on GJ
YOUR CHARACTER NAME: Caradoc Dearborn AGE/BIRTHDATE: 27. December 31st, 1950 HOUSE/YEAR: Slytherin / Alumnus, 1969 BLOODLINE: Half-Blood SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual AFFILIATION: Very Order oriented, though just as much because he hates the people who are Death Eaters as because he believes in the actual cause. PLANS FOR YOUR CHARACTER: Caradoc is pretty, er, restless. The kind of restless that gets him into situations that are too big for him to handle alone, not that he'd admit it.
He also pretty much hates all his old house mates, so there might be some fun to be had there, especially if there is anyone who was in the same year as he was.
Caradoc's already in the Order, so he can go on missions or whatever they require of him. He works at the Prohet so he has pretty quick information and a good network of sources which might be used to their advantage. PLAYED BY: Casey Affleck
APPEARANCE: Caradoc Dearborn stands at about 5'8", not nearly as tall as he'd like. However, he holds himself with confidence and exudes a sense of boldness that makes him seem bigger than he is. He has dark hair and passionate grey eyes that often betray the emotions he tries to hold in. He rarely loosens up completely, and that's reflected in his demeanor and appearance; he often has a contemplative look on his face and stays closed-off and unapproachable physically. PERSONALITY: Caradoc is an incredibly determined man. Slytherin was not a bad fit for him, given his characteristics--but it failed him as a home environment. As an unashamed half-blood, Caradoc never meshed with his housemates, and as the years at school went on he went from mild dislike and frustration to outright hatred of his house. The years at school left Caradoc greatly affected his mental state. He's become a passionate, driven individual who won't take no for an answer and never backs down from a fight. That said, he's an incredibly defensive personality, not dealing well with slights to his character or his friends. Though he seems confident, he deals with a serious depression and has a surprisingly low sense of self-worth. Though he has no one to prove himself to, he constantly feels that he must show how good he is, be it at his job, at his work with the Order, or just in his life in general. HISTORY: Caradoc Dearborn was born December 31st, 1950 to an unwed, nineteen year old Gwendolyn Yaxley. Gwen had run away from home as soon as she'd finished Hogwarts, determined to outrage her traditional, purist parents. Well, she did just that; just over a year later, she returned home, pregnant with muggle Michael Dearborn's child. Naturally, the Yaxleys were scandalized and encouraged her to end her pregnancy. Gwendolyn refused, and six months later, her son Caradoc was born premature.
The pregnancy and then the responsibility of being a single parent overwhelmed Gwen, and when Caradoc was three years old, she returned to her parents and begged for their forgiveness--and their help. They agreed to take her back in and recognize Caradoc as their grandson on the condition that Gwen immediately marry a Pureblood man that they picked out for her.
Caradoc and his step-father never got along. In the four years Marcus and Gwendolyn were married, he gained two half-siblings: his sister Sian and brother Rhys. His grandparents doted on their new grandchildren as much as they ignored their first. Still, their demeanor towards him softened and while life wasn't great, it was acceptable.
Then one day, when Caradoc was seven, his mother just up and left. Years of dealing with parents she hated, children she'd never wanted in the first place, and the ultimately forced into an emotionally abusive marriage she never wanted had finally taken their toll on the still-young woman. Marcus, too, soon left the picture and Caradoc's grandparents were left to raise him and his siblings.
By the time Caradoc reached Hogwarts age, his lowered status on account of his dirty blood and whore mother had been ingrained into his skull. He saw Slytherin as an opportunity to finally live up to his family's standards--at least as close as he could come to it. However, he wasn't fully accepted there, either. Eventually Caradoc gave up on the idea of being accepted, which lifted a great weight off his shoulders. It didn't make his life at school better, but he became so confrontational that by the time he finished school, most people just left him alone anyway.
Caradoc began work at the Daily Prophet immediately after school. He began as a mail-room boy, but quickly moved up into reporting. He's cultivated a reputation for himself as being unafraid of any story and determined for an edge, a reputation that is getting him better and better stories. He's determined to report everything, and not leave out any details--even if it makes him a target.
YOUR SAMPLES JOURNAL SAMPLE: Well, I hope you're all goddamn proud of yourselves. And I know at least some of you have these, since there's no way he'd leave some kind of magical communication unwatched.
Feel better, then, now there's people dead? Proved your point yet? And since when does being pureblood mean you've got to be murderers?
Fuckers.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Three bodies were removed from the house. Caradoc's quill scratched across his notebook noisily as he wrote. He observed as the Aurors, looking defeated as they cleaned up what was left of the house. The Prophet will not release names until the family of the deceased are notified. Oblivators were there too, it being a Muggle neighborhood and all. Muggle papers would print the next day that there had been a gas leak in the house, or a lit candle had fallen over, or some such. Better than the alternative, Caradoc thought sardonically.
He'd gotten to know most of the Ministry's Aurors quite well with all this on-the-scene reporting he'd been doing lately. Like them, he was no longer shocked by what he saw, just wearied.
"Hey! I think we've found something else here," came a voice from an upstairs room. Caradoc followed the Aurors up the stairs, strangely eager to see what was there. At the back of the group, he couldn't see right away, but the gasps of the men and women in front of him told him it must be very bad.
The first thing he saw as he looked into the room was a cradle. Resigned, he scratched his quill across the paper some more.