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| Out of Character NAME: Sasha Moriarty AGE: 27 CONTACT: sasha.bms@gmail.com TIMEZONE: PST CHARACTER JOURNAL: _alwaid EXPERIENCE: So much! Plus Severus at this RP CHARACTER BASICS NAME: Felix Maximus Guffy NICKNAMES: Fel, Guff, Max, hey you, he’ll answer to them all! HOUSE/YEAR: Hufflepuff, 7th Year AGE/BIRTHDAY: 17, May 7th, 1960 BLOOD STATUS: Half Blood SEXUALITY: Felix doesn’t believe in sexuality. It limits your options! PET: a newt named Waldo, and an owl names Owl WAND: 17”, beech, springy, unicorn hair APPEARANCE PB: Gregg Sulkin HEIGHT: 5’7” WEIGHT: 135lbs IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE: When you first meet Felix he appears to be seven feet tall. His exuberant personality and extreme lust for life make him across as enormous, and it’s a little strange to realize just how short he actually is. He is very small for his age, standing only 5’7”, and is very slender. His face is innocent, with high cheekbones and wide brown eyes. His hair is on the longer side, and changes from light to dark brown depending on the light. When he smiles a large dimple appears in his right cheek, making him look even younger than he already does. Overall he gives the impression of complete and utter sincerity. He almost always has smears of paint on his skin and clothing, and usually forgets to button his shirts all the way or to wear his tie. Felix is very fond of muggle clothing and has only wears robes when he absolutely has to. You will most often find him wearing a long cream trench coat over bright t-shirts and jeans and often paired with jaunty hats. PERSONALITY STRENGTHS: Friendly, giving, kind, open, creative, unflappable, strong convictions, charms, loyal WEAKNESSES: naive, indecisive, flighty, absent minded, somewhat silly, potions, messy LIKES: hats, summer, romance novels, scarves, steak, the color orange, warm rain, expensive sweaters DISLIKES: cold rain, Indian food, itchy clothing, socks with holes, flavored water COMMON KNOWLEDGE: Obsessed with painting. If he’s spoken to you, he’s probably painted you. Overly friendly. Felix doesn’t care who you are, he’ll still stop you in the hallway for a conversation. He has very few personal boundaries. Hopeless at Quidditch. Every time he gets on a broom he falls off. Every. Time. Fierce when it comes to equality. He takes live and let live very seriously. MIRROR OF ERISED: his paintings in a gallery, while his entire family looks at them and smiles. Even his grandmother BOGGART: A spreading, impenetrable darkness PATRONUS: Harp seal AMORTENTIA: oil pant, old canvas, licorice, oranges, and amaryllis flowers IN-DEPTH PERSONALITY: Felix describes himself as terminally delightful. He is an optimist in the most extreme sense of the word and will do almost anything in his attempt to see the glass as half full. He rarely has a negative word to say about anyone and will search for the good in even the most horrible situations. He is friendly to a fault and will talk to anyone, friend or foe, with an open joviality that can be hard to resist. He also loves to paint, and will take mental pictures of any scenario he finds interesting so that he can immortalize it later in canvas. He especially loves to paint people in candid, un-posed positions. Of course no one can be all sunshine and rainbows, and a lot of Felix’s forced cheerfulness is a cover for an extremely low self-esteem and a cover for painful memories. He cannot handle conflict and takes people’s opinions of him very seriously. His desperate need for everyone to like him has put him in a few uncomfortable situations, and he will often change his opinion to reflect what he thinks people want to hear. When he does form a strong opinion though he can be almost militant in his support of it. In the rest of his life he is compromising, easy going, and eager to please, but if you challenge him on his few strongly held beliefs you will see a different side of him. The things that will really set him off are: blood status equality, religious equality, and gender/sexual equality. Felix also has the soul of an artist. His happiest moments are spent hidden away with a canvas and a brush, immortalizing the things he sees in his mind with oil and water. He spends hours standing on the crenellations of the castle, lost in the muse and answering only to inspiration. HISTORY TOP 5 DEFINING MOMENTS: 1. Ella’s birth. He may not remember it, but becoming a big brother defined his life. 2. His first trip to his Grandmothers house. 3. Learning how to paint. 4. Meeting Uncle Bertrand 5. Going off to Hogwarts HAPPIEST MEMORY: Making a blanket fort with Ella. Snuggling close to his little sister as he told her stories about dragons and unicorns while she colored pictures and laughed her sweet, innocent little laugh. That’s how he’ll always remember her. WORST MEMORY: The one and only time he got Uncle Bertrand angry. He spent nearly two whole days locked in the dark for that one. He still doesn’t know exactly what he did wrong, he only mentioned that his mother was a muggle and she wasn’t a bad person… BIGGEST SECRET: His biggest secret from Ella is that he spends so much time with their paternal grandparents. His biggest secret from himself is that he doesn’t know what Uncle Bertrand really is. FAMILY PARENTS: Benedict Guffy & Catherine Guffy nee McNe SIBLINGS: Elladora Guffy OTHER RELATIVES: The Guffy (estranged) and McNeill Families IN-DEPTH HISTORY: Felix Guffy has two lives. His first life, his favorite life, is with his parents and sister. He has always been exceptionally close to his family, especially little Ella (which he maintains as his personal nickname for her). Since the day she was born Felix has considered himself his little sisters protector, and almost all of the times he’s gotten seriously angry have had to do with other children picking on her. His fondest memories are of sitting in blanket forts with Ella, telling stories and coloring long after they were supposed to be asleep. This life is safe, and happy, and in it Felix is a beacon of joy. His second life, his smaller life, is with his grandparents. His father was disowned the moment he married a muggle, and for the first four years of his life Felix didn’t even know his grandparents. That all changed when he turned five. A letter on deep cream parchment, attached to a stately owl, announced that Felix was the only Guffy heir, and as such he must begin his training in pureblood life. His parents were against the idea at first, but Adelaide Guffy was not a woman to be crossed. Eventually she got her way, and Felix began spending alternate weekends, and sometimes whole weeks, at her stuffy old manor house. He never told Ella where he was going, always playing it off as painting camp, or spending the night with friends. He hadn’t wanted to lie to her, but Grandmother had been very insistent; his time with her was secret, not to be shared with those people she deemed unworthy. Some of the things Felix learned at Grandmother’s were amazing. She had a huge old library and let Felix explore it to his hears content. It was also here that Felix was first introduced to painting. Grandmother insisted that all well trained pureblood children should have a firm grasp on the arts, and the amazing oil paints and canvas’ she brought him changed his life. He adored the way colors flowed together, the way a shadow and a wisp of red could convey whole worlds. She brought in the finest teachers for him and Felix’s artistic talent flourished. He loved her for that. Some of the things Felix learned at Grandmother’s were horrible. The Guffys were a very old wizarding family, and the way the looked at discipline was so very different from the way mother and father looked at it. The rules were strict and very strongly enforced. No running, no loud noises, no talking back, no insubordination. Felix learned very young that expressing an opinion that went against Grandmother’s wishes would lead to hours of being locked alone in the dark. So he stopped having them. It was so much easier to just agree with what she said, and he began applying that to the rest of his life as well. If he didn’t have an opinion, no one would ever get angry. Then there was uncle Bertrand. He was Grandmothers brother, and he wasn’t always around. But when he was Felix knew he had to be utterly silent at all times. Uncle Bertrand had an angry face, and when he had been drinking a lot he would talk about ‘filthy muggles’ and ‘his Master ridding the world of all this filth.’ Felix avoided him at all costs. He never told his parents what he learned at Grandmothers. Though when he won an award at his muggle primary school for his paintings they quickly bought him water colors and sketch pads. But it was easy not to think of Grandmother when he was at home. Ella was his world, and he took his responsibilities to her very seriously. He taught her how to draw, and how to stand up for herself against those horrible bullies at school. He showed her how to catch frogs, and how to read large words. He loved her. He loved her far too much to ever tell her about Grandmother. When he got his Hogwarts letter he was both elated and crushed. He had heard so much about the amazing old school, and if he was away he wouldn’t have to go to Grandmothers at all! But he couldn’t imagine spending that long away from Ella. He went, of course, but it was a bitter sweet time. He loved his first year though, and sent Ella letters every day about how amazing everything here was. That summer he told her everything he knew about the castle, and he only had to visit Grandmother once. The next year they went together, and everything was better. And it was easy to ignore the whispers about the outside world, and the way Uncle Bertrand yelled about muggles. It couldn’t affect him at Hogwarts, could it? WRITING SAMPLES FIRST PERSON: That may have been the most incredible sunrise I have ever seen. Really, it was stunning! All blues and golds and reds… I know it’s cliché, but Merlin. I know what I’m painting today. In other news, does anyone want to study with me this afternoon? That Astronomy essay is killing me slowly. Why did I decide to take it as a NEWT? Oh yes, because it’s such a romantic subject. Stars, midnight, open air… Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy; But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality; Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well By oft predict that I in heaven find. But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert: Or else of thee this I prognosticate, Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date. Damn you Shakespeare, you’ve doomed me to a life of midnight classes and star charts. So, study session? Anyone? I’ll throw in some charms help for anyone who wants it! PLOT IDEAS: I’d love to see Felix discovering more about the Death Eaters, perhaps his grandmother starts trying to force him into them? Or gets other pureblood students to put pressure on him? I’d also love to see a relationship for Felix, hetero or homosexual. Someone who can really strip down his layers and get to know him for who he really is. |