Post by ichibod on Jul 29, 2009 23:48:42 GMT -5
ICHIBOD THOMAS QUIB .
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oh, hai there ! i'm Jessica/Omi and i'm 16 years old. i'm a Girl, and i've been roleplay for 4-5 years. i also play Lucius, Snape, Cassieopia, Calesta, Anty, Victor, Zephyra , so you might know me from them. there, i told you. now, onto my character![/FONT][/COLOR]
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YOU ARE Human, of course.
IF ANIMAGUS, WHAT FORM? None.
HOUSE/PROFESSION Currently employed at Hogwarts; School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a known esteemed librarian.
FULL NAME Ichibod Thomas Quib.
NICKNAMES To his peers, it is mostly Thomas or Quib. No one seems to bother with his first name.
AGE November 11th, 1977 (31 years of age, Scorpius.)
GENDER Male.
ETHNICITY Quib has some Italian blood in him from his mother’s side. But ultimately, most of his family as well as he were raised in Plymouth. (English)
RESIDENCE During the summers, our Ichibod has a quiet cottage just outside of Plymouth. It is an hour drive to Plymouth, thirty minues by broom, and approximately 3 seconds by Floo. Although, Thomas doesn’t use the floo network. It would be more than a little odd to have thousands of muggles staring upon you as you appear out of a green flame that burst from Marge’s Inn fireplace, with a massive amount of soot on his personage. After all, the floo network is a rather dirty business.
SEXUALITY Bisexual.
STATUS Currently single.
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WE LIVED OUR LIVES IN OUR PARADISE
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- Solitude.
- A solid book. Mostly, informational novels.
- The dark lord’s technique, and mysticism.
- Dark Artifacts
- Respectible men. And the Occasional woman, be believes.
- Any relation to a special species.
- Hordes of blatant Sarcasm.
- Making a Student’s life a living hell.
- His current position.
- A bit of Mead.
- Severus Snape. He looks up to the man, After all, he is respectable and knows how to treat his students.
- Things that are out of the ordinary. Thomas finds them somewhat… Exciting.
- An actual respectable student, now and then.
ICHIBOD’S DISLIKES
- Students with whiny voices, grubby hands, and whom just cant seem to understand that the restricted section, is in any case for no person underneath the age of seventeen. Or anyone for that matter, other than a fellow employee. It seems to Ichibod that anyone studying magic in the infamous Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry limit is like a bitch in heat, that is more than eager to hop the neighbor’s fence just because it is known to them to be ‘restricted’. Don’t they know that if they go into the neighbor’s yard, havoc will ensue?
Of course not. It’s a mangy dog. A vile, monsterous— - Strike that, any student in general.
- Wizarding bands.
- Individuals whom just don’t understand the word, “no”.
- Those whom bother his peace.
- Rita Skeeter.
- Xenophilius Lovegood, whom is rumored dead. May he rest in the grief of his many lies spread in his infernal Quibbler.
- Juvenile females whom giggle wildly at his appearance, whilst passing the hallways.
GOALS
- To be a known scholar, he supposes.
- To do his job with utmost diligence and respect.
- To please the Dark Lord.
FEARS
- The potential of the Dark Lord, at moments.
- Rash descisions.
- The possible unraveling of his life.
SECRETS at least two.
- Quib’s sexuality. Its not a secret of course, it is just no one bothers to know his particular preference. In fact, no one really bothers in any most of the time. He wouldn’t be ashamed to reveal it in a conversation. In fact, ‘ashamed’ isn’t really in Ichibod’s vocabulary. Unless he is addressing a young student.
- The likings of certain romance novels. Not the gushy ones, of course.
Well, once in a blue moon. - He is an actual comfortable soul, and a down to earth person. His outer shell is the only frightening part about him. It is uncommonly known, but it is his mask.
WEAKNESSES at least three.
- His concentration. Once he is into something, he can’t just get his damned nose out of it.
- His faithfulness to the Dark Lord. It is vailed, but the Dark Lord is known to frighten the man. Ichibod does not worship Voldemort. And that is exactly what frightens him.
- Books. The thirst for information can get in the way. If interested in someone, he may ask them question after question on certain subjects. It may not be an incredibly awful weakness… But it adds to his awkwardness around his peers.
STRENGHTS at least three.
- A valuable capacity in Charms.
- Reading multiple languages.
BEST MEMORY first person, as descriptive as possible.
WORST MEMORY same as best memory.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
▪ Quiet: Quib is known for his slight introverted personality.
▪ Temporus: Ichibod is rather feared for his short temper around meddling students.
▪ Snob: Our bookworm is known to be a tad snobbish. It isn’t an overload of snobbery, but with some subjects there may be a few snob remarks here or there that can be blatantly true, but a tad uncalled for.
▪ Blunt: With other’s actions and remarks, or with certain opinions on things, Ichibod isn’t known to beat around the bush. Unless, it is necessary.
▪ Fear: With the happenings of his parents, although Ichibod is a known Death Eater, he has fears of what it could bring. He is currently on the side of power, but the Power and possibilities are what he is afraid of.
▪ Soft: In the innermost workings of his mind, Thomas is an old softie.
WAND 13 1/2in. Elm, Banshee Hair.
PATRONUS Crow.
BOGGART The Dark Lord.
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OUR TIME HAS RUN OUT, OUR FUTURE HAS DIED
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CURRENT RESIDENCE Plymouth.
MOTHER'S NAME Parsnip Hazel Hollingsworth.
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION Deceased.
FATHER'S NAME Obecus Thomas Quib.
FATHER'S OCCUPATION Deceased.
SIBLINGS Bebe Lynette Quib (Second Child, Deceased), Roman Charles Quib (First child, Deceased), Rosemary Jules Quib (Third Child, Missing).
OVERALL HISTORY
On the Eleventh of November thirty-one years into the past, One Ichibod Thomas Quib was born to Parsnip Hazel Hollingsworth-Quib, and Obecus Thomas Quib in the glorious town of Plymouth, England. This event was a requested home birthing, as their fourth and then decided final child, was being introduced to the world. He was christened Ichibod after his Great-Great Gradfather, and given Thomas in respect of his own father.
Within Ichibod’s Childhood at the age of six, he began to notice the solemn violent tendancies within his father (Whom later, he would find out that he was an exceptional worshipper to the Dark Lord). In contrast, his mother was a known kind witch, of mixed blood. Looking back upon his long young years, Ichibod can clearly remember the sight of his cold, and rather bland father. In fact, the only memories he has of his father include him sitting upon a shagged armchair in the family den, staring endlessly into the window and beyond. Barely ever did Obecus speak to his son. And when he did, it was for reasons of specific importance. It was as if Ichibod’s father was mearly a passing guest within his home. Even though at all times, there we was. Dwelling in the family den, passing by his son without a word, as Ichibod went to open the bindings of his favorite and most longed book, as well as speaking almost complete silent words to his wife. Only his mother was kind enough to love and care for him and his siblings. For years, Parsnip was a loving mother. Because of her, Thomas had an exceptionally wonderful childhood.
And like most people, during Ichibod’s life they came, and went.
Within his first year at Hogwarts, Ichibod was naturally sorted into Slytherin. A house which was very common for those on Obecus’s side of the family. In fact, his Great-Great Grandfather, Ichibod was sorted as a Slytherin as well. His mother of course, was a generational Hufflepuff on her Mother’s side. Although oddly, it wasn’t a battle between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. It became a battle between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.
Throughout his Hogwart’s years, Ichibod couldn’t help but not find a balance point in social aspects. He rather enjoyed keeping to himself, but Ichibod couldn’t help but want to tame that roaring lion that craved the life of a social butterfly. Boys were known to tease him, and girls would look the other way.
Something was wrong with him, was his assumption.
It was his sixth year, when he was corrected.
He was in Potions.
His charcoal mess of hair that displayed upon his head was bent down and dramatically arched over a fresh piece of parchment. Professor Snape had given them a ten-minute time limit on scribbling a full parchment essay about the wonders of Bezoars, and what could possibly be of use to the writer. To Ichibod, it was as easy as jotting down the letters of the alphabet repetitively, but the ten-minute limit made it quite a challenge. He was finishing up a sentence to his ending paragraph about the many uses of such a potent ingredient, when he looked up for a slight breather and a break from his then aching hand cramp.
He sighed, and looked across the room.
And there he was… A boy soon to be called Rigel.
A boy whom radiated an electric eccentricity, and a boy whom would affect Ichibod’s life for many years to come.
A pressure began filling up within Ichibod’s stomach.
The dirty red-headed boy was grinning ear to ear, as he charmed a paper origami duck that seemed he had recently and nimbly folded out of his partchment. A girl with long waved hair beside him was giggling wildly and wrinkling up her nose in delight, as the boy next to her carefully and gently blew on his recently creased paper. His deep blue eyes watched the bird’s descent.
Something within Ichibod leaped, as the paper slowly descended from the boy’s hands. It’s wings began flapping wildly to keep itself up, and soon began soaring within the Potion’s Classroom.
The boy whom he was looking upon turned to the impressed girl beside him and made a funny face exclaiming his feelings on the flight of his duck. His nose scrunched up, and his lips turned down, with a disapproving sign. Ichibod Smiled.
And then in a snap, he looked at him. He looked at Ichibod.
He looked at Ichibod and smiled.
At that moment it seemed they were together like two peas in a pod. Paper and glue. A wand, and it’s core. A chocolate Frog, and it’s Wizard card.
And Ichibod fell. Hard.
They would speak of the regulations of the day’s society, other interesting novels, and academics mostly. Rigel had a huge interest in his Quiddich matches, and Ichibod would watch, and cheer him on. Even if Rigel was Gryffindoor.
“A beater is the heart and soul of a game!” He would say. “Think of it. Without one, there wouldn’t be a real match. There would be some dolt floating aimlessly at the goals, and a person chasing an unnoticeable snitch the whole time. What fun is that? People want to see blood spill, and pure action!”
Rigel introduced Ichibod to Women, to Cigarettes, to Fire Whiskey, and to fun throughout his Hogwarts education.
It was the summer of his Graduation when they fell apart. You could assume that they went their separate ways, for other interests. And you would be right.
After a month of no contact, Ichibod went on with his life. His Mother and Father died after the uprising of the Dark Lord. Obecus as well as Parsnip, was assassinated in their homes January, 1999. His two other siblings along with them, in their own flat that they were at the time sharing with one another, in London.
Rosemary wasn’t to be heard of again.
A life of Solitude, once again. A life without love, and a life of obeying what he feared most. With the death of his family, and the missing whereabouts of Rosemary, Ichibod’s defenses rose up once more.
He was recruited into the Death Eaters in fear of his death, but with diligence. And began to learn to admire aspects of his Dark Lord.
And with his strengths and interests in Novels, Snape single-handedly picked his own Slytherin for the Keeper of Books in Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Where he waits.
(OoC; Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad Ending. Im sorry, Inky! I just had to get finished with his history. XDD)
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