Sophocles May Mercier

[Sophocles Mercier]

Sophocles May Mercier

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16, Ravenclaw, 6th

Basics:

Full Name: Sophocles May Mercier
Nickname(s):Soph, and if you're very lucky, Sophie. It'll generally get you hexed, though.
DoB: April 16th
Sexuality: Bisexual (Leaning more toward females)

The Wizarding World:

Blood Status: Half Blood
Affiliated With: (Order, Death Eater, Neutral, or Undecided) Would probably lean toward the DEs if he found out but is oblivious of his blood issues...
Wand: Redwood with a liquid boomslang venom core, fourteen inches, nice and sturdy.

Appearance:

The boy is generally lanky at a bizarre height of about 5"8. Though he is taller that's about all has going on for him. Sophocles is rather thin due to his habit of eating only two meals a day and constant physical activity. It tightens his chest which is constantly running overtime. Sophocles has a slight problem with dry skin and uses an embarrassing amount of lotion, though most people who've gotten close enough don't seem to be preoccupied with that.

Hair: His hair is generally short, cut and styled as if he merely rolled out of bed (which he often does). It's a deep brown and generally unruly though it is longer in the front. Attempting to brush his eyebrows in front it barely passes over his ears in places.
Eyes: Sophocles has very dark eyes, a deep brown which can be mistaken for black. They can be surprisingly wide and imploring with some expressions and devouring with others. The almond shape as its full is hardly ever visible under a general tendency Soph has of blinking.
Face: His face bears a pretty triangular shape, though his chin is pretty well defined. His cheek-bones are high and obvious, creating a mild thinness to his already thin appearance.
Body, include weight and height: Thin and tall (or so he considers himself) at 5"8 and is about 137 pounds.
Face Claim: Gaspard Ulliel
Other: His voice ranges from a husky low to a higher, childish pitch and often breaks, much to his disappointment.

Personality:

Soph is very much a child of contradictions. He's a Ravenclaw with few bookish tendencies and will slack in class dependent on mood or whim. Though with a strong talent and basis of intelligence, he ends up doing fairly average in school. Though he enjoys company, he finds that it's not a requirement to enjoy himself so he has a multitude of quirks that make are sometimes difficult to avoid. He is extremely picky about what he likes and dislikes, and in a very experimental fellow. The man can be both loud and charismatic and nearly venomous the next. He abhors stupidity and those who fail to see things in a certain way but celebrates a new, unique, and clever viewpoint on life that he'd never considered before.
A large part of him is temperamental. He has a relatively low amount of patience and grating it will be rewarded with hexing or a verbal lashing. Sophocles can appreciate the well done work of an insult and enjoys to watch response to them. Part of him enjoys watching people's reaction to pain because he can't do well with it himself. He sees no problem in indulging his whims if it's deemed to be a worthwhile task. Little things can irritate him, but people who spend time with him can decipher patterns and get a general idea of how to expect.
He also has a softer, gentler side. He loves experimenting, tricks, and the outdoors. There's not any small animal he wouldn't immediately melt for. He has a substantial love for milling around in the sun. Sophocles amuses himself with animals and people, mostly. His practices in magic are few, but when he gets the will he's immediately swept into learning new spells and generally does them well.
He prefers subtle and clever interactions to brash ones, and deeply woven subplots that are challenging and rewarding. In seeking challenge, Sophocles also rejoices in work that strengthens his body and takes little thinking. He can appreciate the joy in simple things, especially Quiddich, and becomes passionate (and easily competitive) when spreading his views about such things. He feels strongly toward those that are close to him, and appreciates them, tolerating on them when they tread on sensitive spots to allow room for affectionate quips and romance, though he still remains slightly distant. Sophocles feels that he's probably the only one that will ever understand himself.
He's rather self-confident and mildly hedonistic, but a generally mellow and fun guy. Sometimes, though, he just has his days...

Likes:

• Cleverness
  
• Autumn
  
• Substantial relationships
  
• Violin
  
• Quiddich
  
• Small animals (Shut up.)
  
• Toying with people (Subtle, light, and fun.)
  
• Naps in the sun
  
• Physical activity
  
• Fire
  
• Irony
  

Dislikes:

• Art (His creativity never comes within the bounds of anything 'artistic', he prefers to see art in the way the body works or nature)
  
• Things without reason
  
• Unjust pride
  
• Over-thinking
  
• Pain (Even a paper cut. He deals with it badly.)
  
• School work
  
• Ignorance
  
• Yelling
  
• Stupidity
  
• Swimming
  
• People knowing his middle name
  
• People pointing out the irony of his smoking
  

Family:

Mother:[/size] June Vena Fisher, witch, former writer for the Daily Prophet (Deceased)
Father: Basil Andrew Mercier, muggle, small business owner (Deceased)
Siblings: None.
Others (list): April Lyn Fisher (Grandmother, witch, author)
Samuel Marcus Fisher (Grandfather, wizard, Ministry of Magic employee, job pertains to the Wizengamot)
Marie-Jacques Mercier (Estranged grandmother, muggle, Pastry chef)

History and Details:

The woman had been in pain, the doctors said. There were no healers, she had been delirious and he could not know where her hospital was. There was a rupture, he explained, the apparent creases in his eyes and serious brow meant that their time in the operation room had not been as fruitful as they'd both hoped. She bled a lot, more than normal. His young child, Sophie they'd nicknamed the little life, had been struggling to live. His oxygen supply was in the blood that she could not provide. The gasping little life had a chance, small, but it was there. They would keep him for a while. His hand pressed to his mouth as tears leaked from his broken blue eyes. June would not be coming home, though. His child, his son they told the now perplexed and heartbroken father as he nodded solemnly.

"Father, Father!" His child loved to seem mature and the two-year-old would call him by his given name if he his dad had one. A warm smile greeted the boy as he seized the child by the waist and swung the boy in a tight circle. "No, Dad," He giggled, "I can do a really neat trick like when I could make those pebbles race!" His father's face fell to a dark look. The boy was a wizard, he was sure, and though he maintained a small network of friends with magical backgrounds, most of that had died with his wife and lover.

The young boy shuddered deeply, his chest slowly rising again after it had been suddenly deflated. "D-dad's... not." The youth stood up stiffly, his fingers running over and tightening on his jacket. "You're a dumb liar and I don't like it." His young voice broke, chocolate brown eyes spilling with tears he wiped away immediately. The five year old's small fists broke against the man's sympathetic chest. His father's friend spread out his arms to embrace the child, stunned as the child emitted a high-pitched scream. Immediately correcting himself, the man dropped his grip and in favour of offering the young boy his hand. The boy was destined for his grandparents on his mother's side. Bizarre, but the muggles his father was related to were not particularly tolerant. No, he thought, eyes shifting downward to the way the youth's hand mistrustfully found his own.

"This will feel uncomfortable, Sophocles, for only a moment."

It didn't bother him, really. Not any more, of course. The hours he'd spent with his grandparents made up for it, he convinced himself. The boy was distant, Samuel noticed. He doted them with affection but did not seem to have much constant company. The boy was a rebel and mildly disruptive when away from home and the couple had the foresight to ban him to the library where he would only be mildly uncomfortable, hidden from the sun but quite immersed in their extensive library with many little things to toy with. Sophie, which he begrudgingly tolerated, would protect them fiercely and they would return the favour. The aged couple paused, peering through the windows of the study to find the boy pacing and irate.

His acceptance letter, once crisp in his fingers was now smooth from constant folding and unfolding. Chocolate eyes scanned the letter again and he grinned happily. It stunk with the scent of smoke, carcinogens that some distant acquaintances urged he try. His father had, he remembered it rather vividly. Eyes burned to a bloodshot pink with bags that spoke of his tiredness. As a child, of course, he had not noticed his father's exhaustion. The way he coughed, heaved, his body shaking as his hand quickly flicked through the air as he dropped the burning cigarette. Sophocles, at the time, had retched as it rejected the abrasive scent. The boy chuckled, reclined on his bed as he inhaled it now. This was a rare joy, it did not happen very often in his days of youth but he relished it every time.

Hogwarts opened his eyes, his eyes that stung with smoke as he cast a charm to relieve the smell. Leaned against an ancient wall of the castle he peered to both sides before his gaze fixed upon a lake he had crossed years ago. Rejection, he figured, never felt good and neither did his lungs from screaming at her. The heat and confusion made him draw another shaky breath before coughing slightly. A small, vindictive smirk passed his full lips as he thought of the girl in a malicious way. Perhaps, though, her friend would be flexible in ways she was not...[/center][/size][/i]

Other:

If anyone knew his name, they'd get hexed with a bizarre combination of the best his unique little mind can provide. He's surprisingly ignorant about blood-status, but he'd probably be pretty upset to be denied anything because of it.

Sophocles has an extremely temperamental wand core. His grandparents spent a good deal of money commissioning a strong wand but it has drawbacks. It's not very good as a potion-stirrer or anything outside of its intended use. In fact, he can't store his wand in his sleeve because if it jostles about too much it's apt to send sparks or other generally unpleasant things at him. Sophocles has some tiny white scars peppered on his right elbow.

Sophocles is somewhat of a pyro, and he's best at non-verbal spells relating to smoke or fire (mostly because of his incessant smoking). His fingers are calloused from being burned by little sparks when he was younger. He's also around smoke/fire so often that he hardly smells it. Sophocles maintains the colour of his teeth and casts charms to make the smell of smoke fade but they're getting worse as time goes on and he becomes desensitized to the smell. As far as he's aware, he never smells like smoke (though a majority of the time, he does faintly).

O.W.L. Grades:

Astronomy: P
Care of Magical Creatures: E (Not all of the animals were cute...)
Charms: A
Defense Against the Dark Arts: A
Ancient Runes: P
Herbology: E
History of Magic: O
Potions: D
Transfiguration: E

Total: 6 Owls

Role-playing Sample:

So, there was once a student that had senioritis.
Like, really badly too.
(Eh, I will if you need me to.)

You:

Name: Shaun
Age: 17
How long have your been role-playing? Years, five or more I think. I really thought about this in Orion's application.

P.S. Images weren't working for me again so I re-added the stars so the URL of the photos was more obvious.