Montgomery, Galen Cain [UPDATED]

[Galen Montgomery]

MONTGOMERY, GALEN CAIN

“WE NEVER SEE OTHER PEOPLE ANYWAY,
ONLY THE MONSTERS WE MAKE OF THEM.”
-Colson Whitehead, Zone One
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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
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FULL NAME. Galen Cain Montgomery
NICKNAMES. Gale (pronounced as in nightin-GALE)
BIRTHDATE. June 17th (Western: Gemini, Eastern: Rabbit)
AGE/YEAR 15
BLOOD Pure
HOUSE PREFERENCE Slytherin
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original

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It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
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HAIR and EYES Most everything physically about Galen is as if it were passed down from his late father as an imprint on the world. His clear, crisp blue eyes that hold more meaning than could ever be fathomed and that dark, choppy hair like ink growing from his skull.
HEIGHT and WEIGHT 5' 11" and 158lbs
FACE CLAIM Ashley Symest

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I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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WAND Walnut :: Unicorn Hair :: 14 :: Springy
LIKES

DISLIKES

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BOGGART Losing his mother is perhaps his biggest fear.
MIRROR OF ERISED What Galen desires most is for his mother to be happy, for her family to stop ignoring them or otherwise treating them like the plague, and for his father to be there for him instead of having gone off and gotten himself killed.
PATRONUS Iberian Lynx, closely mirroring that of his late father's representing cunning and that of a hunter.
PERSONALITY

"Not Particularly in the Mood"

Galen sits in the classroom studying script from witches and wizards far wiser than he, and the stiff feathered quill gripped in his left hand scratches heavy, bold, sharp lines into the thick parchment like glyphs of his own language. After a quick glance up at the professor, whose long nose is dipped into a particularly large, dry tome so dusty that she sneezes whenever she turns a page, he slides the paper across the table to a fellow classmate.

This is boring, says the note. How about we get out of here?

Galen receives a look framed with elevated eyebrows and his sly smirk visits his countenance only for a moment, daring his classmate to doubt him, before he doubles over and moans pathetically. The professor submerges from her weathered pages and looks across the length of her nose and over the turning heads of curious students at Galen who is making quite the disturbance.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Montgomery?" she asks and, after much moaning and groaning and face pulling, Galen simply shakes his head.

"I think I've eaten something terrible at breakfast...or was it potions class?" he moans louder.

"You there!" she points to the student sitting next to him who was holding the evidence of his fallacy in their hands, quite astounded and impressed. "See to it that Mr. Montgomery makes it to the Hospital Wing."

Galen manages to gather his things with a great amount of effort and an abundance of fuss, and he throws an arm around his classmate's shoulder and together they shuffle out of the classroom into the empty corridor which echoes with his voice. Casually, he pat's the other's shoulder and they stroll down the stairway, smirking all the while.

"Hey, you two there!" a prefect calls out to them and they stop. "What are you doing out of class?"

"Going to the bathrooms," Galen said easily, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. "I tried to hold it. Honest! If I don't go now, Filch'll kill me for the clean up!"

The prefect made a face, as if rather not willing to find out the consequences. "Go, then. Hurry on and get right back to class."

Galen turned and winked to his classmate. He had other things in mind.

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Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
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BIRTHPLACE Rome, Italy
CHILDREN None
PARENTS

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Robin Irene Stevens :: Mother :: 31 :: Slytherin Alumni :: Shop Owner[/ul]
SIBLINGS None
OTHER

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Patrick Samuel Montgomery :: Uncle :: 37 :: Slytherin Alumni :: Deceased (at the age of 16)
Nicolas Walter Stevens :: Maternal Grandfather :: 59 :: Slytherin Alumni :: Healer :: Estranged
Mary Ann Stevens :: Maternal Grandmother :: 57 :: Slytherin Alumni :: Professional Potions Brewer :: Estranged
Donovan Jacob Stevens :: Maternal Uncle :: 33 :: Slytherin Alumni :: Hit Wizard :: Secretly helps out his sister
Noel Francis Stevens :: Maternal Aunt :: 29 :: Slytherin Alumni :: Medi-Witch :: Estranged
Lorena Goldstein :: Cousin (Richard Bloodline) :: Slytherin Alumni
Caelan Goldstein :: Cousin (Richard Bloodline)[/ul]
HISTORY When Galen Montgomery was born, the wizarding world was still in the aftershocks of what terrors arose by the hands of Lord Voldemort. Robin, herself, was quite far from all of the immediate action as she had been exiled by her family and sent to a little apartment in Italy with just a bit of money to live off of so her parents would not have to deal with her shame. Strong willed and fiercely independent, when she was first found out to be pregnant, she didn't elaborate on how this could have happened nor with whom. Their disapproval was quite clear and she didn't want the pity of the other family for their reckless son having gotten her knocked up. Robin decided that she didn't need anyone.

So, she did what she could to pay for the apartment, food, and baby supplies by taking work where she could get it. She was only 16 at the time.

As far back as Galen can remember, his mother worked constantly and always came home smelling of cooking oil and whiskey. She was always tired, but she never failed to come home to cook dinner and put him to bed. Sometimes, when the nights were particularly long, Uncle Donovan would visit, and they would order pizza and they would play Wizard's Chess together or watch reels of old quidditch games until Galen fell asleep curled up somewhere comfortable in the living room.

After a time, Galen grew curious about his father and approached his mother with questions, but she was always too tired or simply didn't want to talk about it. He persisted, however, burning with curiosity, and one day, they went to England and walked to the top of a hill where it was marked 'The Montgomery Family Grave'. Many tombs sprouted from the stretch of grass, all quite elaborately made, but very few were like the row of graves newly erected and guarded by fearsome stone gargoyles with large wings. There were three with dates, start to end, and one only marked with just a name.

"There lies your father," Robin told him. "Caelan Montgomery. I used to bring you here when you were just a baby. I had this funny idea that he would know somehow that you were there, that you exist, even though he's long gone and never got the chance to see you."

She explained to Galen how his father lost his life in the war, how he was on the losing side, how she resented him for dying before he was born. Galen begged her to visit the grave site more often. There, they would walk among the tombs, read the names, the inscriptions, and wonder how these people were when they were alive. Galen would tell his father all the things that had happened since they're last visit, and he liked it, even if his father couldn't answer him. Dead family members weren't the only people they met at the graves, however. Friends of Caelan came to visit every once and a while, and it was startling to discover that a piece of him still lived, a blue eyed child with hair just as dark and a wit just as sharp. When Loren Goldstein discovered his existence, word began to spread among the Montgomery family that a child of the Zacharias line survived the war. Family and friends reached out to connect to this child, but Robin would have none of it. Aside from a select, sincere few, she would grant no audience with suspicious strangers, for that was all they ever were to her. She would raise Galen under her own terms and with none of the posh cruelty of the elitist, pureblood lifestyle.

Years have gone by, and though not the cold, empty monster his father was, Galen still manages to get into trouble every now and again. He has a way with people that allows him to slither out of most situations, however, and he carries some strong values that his mother has taught him, but he isn't afraid to bend (or break) a few rules to get what he wants. Life, although a little difficult at times, seems perfectly fine.

...but things change.

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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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NAME/ALIAS CaeJae
OTHER CHARACTERS So far for this generation, 10.
RP EXPERIENCE? 9 years of fantasy roleplay and fiction writing. 4 years of Harry Potter roleplay on this very site.
RP SAMPLE. See Xenon
HOW DID YOU FIND OUR SITE? A friend (who no longer frequents this site) introduced it to me some time ago.
CODE WORD? goofy goober
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[Galen Montgomery]

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[Galen Montgomery]

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