ELMWOOD, THORNE

[Thorne Elmwood]

ELMWOOD, THORNE ARCTURUS

ALL FORMS OF MADNESS, BIZARRE HABITS, AWKWARDNESS IN SOCIETY, GENERAL CLUMSINESS, ARE JUSTIFIED IN THE PERSON WHO CREATES GOOD ART
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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. thorne arcturus elmwood
NICKNAMES. n/a
BIRTHDATE. october 27th
AGE/YEAR 15/5th
BLOOD halfblood
HOUSE PREFERENCE unsure of slytherin or ravenclaw
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&EYES short dull brown hair, and sprightly blue eyes
HEIGHT&WEIGHT 5 ft 10 in or 178 cm, 66 kg or 146 lbs
FACE CLAIM asa butterfield

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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 fir wood, Kelpie mane core, 10¼ in length, springy.
LIKES dogs, herbology, sculpture, reading, muggle music, astronomy, broomstick races
DISLIKES potions class, large crowds, dark magic, being halfblooded, questions, arithmancy, interruptions
BOGGART banshee (fears his father will come back)
MIRROR OF ERISED to be a famous artist
PATRONUS he can't produce a patronus
PERSONALITY 
Thorne is a quiet boy, who may appear to be a loner or shy. However he isn't much of a loner, he does enjoy having friends - making them on the other hand is the tricky part. Thorne tends to be very observant, scoping out what kind of people he's dealing with before he decides whether he'll stick around long enough for them to notice or say anything. He can be very awkward and rude, not really knowing how to go about making conversations or asking things. Thorne can be a bit thick when it comes to acknowledging his words and how they affect others - he may know how others behave but not how he does. Eventually when Thorne makes friends, he somewhat behaves better. He's a bit of an adrenaline seeker, and forgets about the consequences of his actions at times. 

Having spent most of his childhood with a very much older cousin, Thorne developed a love for books. From time to time overwhelmed by others, he enjoys plunging into the stories of his books (preferring fiction), devouring books while time slithers by without much concern. Sculpting is another side of him, which at times makes him odd and a perfectionist, since he prefers to use natural objects rather than the typical things. He's quite the night owl, spending his holidays up all night. Because of his father's criminal history, Thorne dislikes dark magic and stays away from it, his father history leaves him a bit confused about his bloodline, he would've preferred to be a pureblood and often feels ashamed of being half, barely ever revealing to anyone what his line is. He's got a friendly heart and adores animals, often sneaks out to play with stray dogs (since in his home there only resides a cat, which led him to dislike the beastly things) 

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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 Winsford, England
CHILDREN n/a
PARENTS mother: Margo Elmood, 45, job unknown, muggle. father: Themious Elmwood, 58, former slytherin, ex gringotts worker (so he claimed).
SIBLINGS n/a
OTHER older cousin and guardian: Theodore Fischer, 37, herbologist, former slytherin.
HISTORY 
Thorne was born in a town named Winsford, in the county of Cheshire, England. His family moved there as it was near to their immediate family, however never really close emotionally. Thorne's father (Themious) came from a pureblood family who was focused on power but disgusted in showing off wealth, Themious did like showing off to the point it was dangerous. He was a gambler in riches and life, often getting himself in trouble with both wizards and muggles. He was thought of as a disgrace and his only brother Daniel cut all ties with him. Themious had a low, very low ranking job in the bank - no one really knew what it was as he would never mention it and some just assumed he fed goblins there. Never bothered with job titles, Themious was more concerned about syphoning money from certain vaults. He wasn't very successful and had lost most of his inherited money beforehand, so he became a wanted man once he was caught trying to break into a vault.  Before that incident, he had spent some time in his muggle town, mingling and eventually tricking some muggle woman to have his child. With gringotts goblins on his tail, Themious was only there for Thorne for the first five years of his life before he ran off until he was caught. Embarrassed that his son was related to a muggle, Themious alerted the ministry that his mother wasn't well enough to care for the boy.

Eventually it was decided that Thorne would live with his only other living relative, be the boy's guardian: a solitary man named Theodore who was a distant older cousin but nevertheless old enough to take care of him. Theodore was befuddled by the news, never having heard of his now jailed uncle and the boy that was in his custody. Theodore spoke to his uncle and learnt the truth about the boy's mother. Having deep concerns about muggles, he agreed that it was best the mother wasn't around to taint the boy and bloodline, even though Thorne already was  halfblooded.  It was not easy for Thorne to be raised by his older cousin but he tried to adjust. Thorne found a love for books and herbology at the house, but his muggle roots would come in when he'd sneak out and visit the muggle town. Thorne eventually found his mother but kept his interactions with her a secret. He learned of the muggle world and at times wished he lived there as certain things were much easier. Whenever he needed a break from life, to his mother's he went and enjoyed listening to muggle music, learning about art and cooking. Eventually Thorne got accepted into Hogwarts but despite his love for his mother, he learned quite easily how blood was seen around some people and would always just mention his cousin (at times as his father) as purebloods. 

Life at hogwarts had its up and downs for Thorne, there were classes he enjoyed and friends he made, but certain subjects made him wish a dragon would burst in and gobble up the potions professor. Thorne became an avid quidditch fan but never tried out for the team, acknowledging how clumsy he could be at times. He faired in his marks but his ambition always caused him to try harder, luckily being a night owl gave him enough study time. 

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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 teddy
OTHER CHARACTERS none.
RP EXPERIENCE? too many years, that i can't even remember when i started!
RP SAMPLE.
a magical might that had seemed less than potential had at last touched theodore, leaving him with relief. for the years before, he feared being a squib - that was until some time after his ninth birthday. but all those worries were gone, he wasn't going to be a 'filthy squib', instead he was preparing himself to attend hogwarts in a matter of weeks. walking near his mother, theodore went from shop to shop, getting all the supplies he needed. truth be told it was a bit late to be getting books and everything else, theodore was quite embarrassed about the fact, though his parents saw no rush in it - well his mother didn't, his father on the other hand did (but couldn't be bothered to take theodore himself, that was a job for his mother).

with every turn he would take his eyes would brighten further, he wasn't a muggleborn seeing anything magical for the first time, merlin no that would've been embarrassing. theodore was raised with pureblood customs but this had been the one time he was getting things, all for his own. theodore felt truly proud to be striding along where he belonged, and knowing he belonged there. he'd have a game all to his own, glancing at the other children and trying to guess which were actually magical and not just there 'from dumb luck' (as his father would mutter about non-purebloods). most seemed…common. almost everyone - if you would have asked him. theodore's face would pinch slightly, looking almost sour to see the others, then for a second his eyes would grow nervously out of insecurities. haven't ever really heard anything good about those that were half blood or less than that, it was no surprise to learn that he felt hostile and slightly intimidated. surely they were up to something….

theodore tried to pay no attention to those he wondered were less than pure and blinked when his cat thackery stepped on his foot as he trotted along. it hand't hurt his foot at all but still he made a face. agh, he scoffed but by the time he looked up he couldn't find his mother anywhere. a strange frightening sensation began occurring beneath his vest, unsure of what it was but not liking it at all, theodore tossed his head from one side to another, his mouth agape and skin turning pale and cold, he was lost. his mouth opened slightly but he couldn't possibly call out for his mother regardless of how alarmed he felt. instead his brows lowered, almost angrily and he scurried through the people surrounding him, walking in and out of places. in a bookshop once then a pub and then…..then somewhere he had never been.

expanding, increasing, amplifying, his eyes just kept getting bigger and bigger at the sight of this world, a whole new world it seemed. he panicked and panted, the more he stared, theodore covered his ears to shun the loud noises but it wouldn't remedy the clatter, what was worst was that he could hear himself sniffling. his hands dropped quickly and he caught thackery, pressing the cat close to him he hasn't felt much better at all but it was a smidgen of comfort. "where are we, thackery" theodore whispered to the cat "why is everyone dressed funny…why do they keep looking" his whispers shook slightly, half realising where he was. theodore turned around hoping that his world would be back there but it wasn't, just a narrow establishment.
HOW DID YOU FIND OUR SITE? i used to rp here long long ago, as theodore nott 
CODE WORD? goofy goober

[(Felicia)]

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