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Jack Rye; MA: V (mentions of abuse)
Topic Started: Apr 4 2014, 12:34 PM (75 Views)
Jack Rye
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[dohtml]<center><br><Br><div style="background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/4o8h5.jpg);width:500px;"><br>John Allen Rye Jr.<br><table><tr><td><div style="background-image:url(http://www.majhost.com/gallery/iamderailed/rpstuff/ughagain/jack-app.png); background-position:center; background-repeat: no-repeat;height: 328px; width:250px;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/GvwDK.png"></div></td><td><div style="width:250px;font-family: 'IM Fell DW Pica SC'; color: #393939; font-size:14px; font-weight:400; height:328px;"><br><br>Nicknames:

Jack; call him 'John' or any derivative and you will earn his ire

<br>Age:

35

<br>Date of Birth:

8th March, 1962

<br>Profession:

Potions Professor and brooding

<br>Former House:

Ravenclaw

<br>Blood Status:

Muggleborn

<br>Sexuality:

Bisexual

<br>Birthplace:

London, UK

<br>Current Location:

Hogwarts during the school year, apartment in London during the summer

<br>Canon or Original?:

Original

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Face Claim:

Michael Fassbender

<br>Height & Weight:

6'1 & ~170 lbs.

<br>Specifics:

Appears to have what seem to be crosses branded into the palms of both his hands, though these tend to be covered up at all times.


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<br>Wand:

Oak, Thestral Hair, 12 inches, unyielding


<br>Likes:

  • Books
  • Wines
  • Being alone
  • His adoptive sister, Nicole
  • Strawberries
  • Cats
  • Brooding
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<br>Dislikes:

  • Loud noises
  • Becoming involved in things he doesn't care about
  • People trying to involve him in things he doesn't care about
  • People who try to become his friend by being super nice and understanding
  • People in general
  • The fact that he even chose his job to start with
  • Grapes
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<br>Boggart:

A figure being held underwater (drowning)


<br>Mirror of Erised:

This is a tough choice between complete solitude and his love for Nicole; the images often compete


<br>Patronus:

German Shepard; he's always liked them and has been told they were his birth mother's favorite as well. On a more symbolic note, Shepards are notoriously loyal and protective of those they are close to--which fits Jack perfectly.


<br>Personality:

Jack is either the sort of person you really loathe, or can somewhat tolerate; there are very few who could stomach him long enough to form what one could call 'friendships'. As a rule, he isn't very fond of people and incredibly intolerant of large crowds, which he chooses to avoid at all costs. On the brighter side, he generally can be cordial and relatively pleasant when he has to be, if not very distant in communication.<p>

That said, he has a surprisingly soft spot for children--particularly, those who have been abused, or who are the sort of 'loners' that he himself is. He doesn't tolerate bullying, particularly of Muggleborns by Purebloods, and those who make light of these sorts of things will surely earn his wrath quite easily. Jack doesn't lose control over his emotions very often, but that is something which is important enough for him to occasionally lash out, albeit in a cold, calm, and terrifying manner.<p>

Aside from his distant ways, Jack is incredibly intelligent and clever, and a particularly skilled potions master. His knowledge of poisons and their antidotes is a curious enough thing that ends with quite a few jokes and rumors started by students that he's probably killed in the past. He hasn't, but he doesn't try to stop them from thinking that either.


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<br>Parents:

Father: John Allen Rye Sr., 65, Muggle, Presently serving time in a muggle prison<br>
Mother: Leslie Rye, Muggle, deceased at age 20<br>
Adoptive Father: James Summers, 66, Muggle, Grocery Store Clerk<br>
Adoptive Mother: Alice Summers, 64, Muggle, Housewife


<br>Siblings:

Adoptive Sister: Nicole Summers, 30, Muggle, Nurse


<br>Children:

None


<br>Spouse:

None


<br>Other:

Adoptive Uncle: Matthew Summers, 64, Muggleborn, Auror, Former Ravenclaw<br>
Mentor: Sophia Delacroix, 48, Pureblood, Potions Expert, Slytherin


<br>History:

(TW: Mentions of abuse)<p>

From the moment of his birth, Jack's life has felt like one great downward spiral. His mother died due to complications from her pregnancy, and from that point on, his father John always blamed him for it. The first couple of years, things were not difficult; he was raised alone by his father and cared for. It wasn't until the moment in which Jack learned his first word that things took a turn for the worst: "Mama".<p>

It's hard to say what exactly about the single word set John off, that made him slap his son every time the boy dared to utter a single sound. Jack became the receiving end of John's wrath for seemingly every little thing--but especially anything that reminded the man of his deceased wife. It only grew worse when Jack began to manifest his abilities when he was still small--moving objects to trip his father when the man came at him, making things float out of reach, nothing he could control, simply a sign of what he truly was. John was no longer convinced he was a child--John thought his own flesh and blood a demon.<p>

The brands in Jack's palms didn't fix it.<p>

The last time Jack ever saw his father was just past his eigth birthday--the time John finally saw it fit to rid the world of his son by drowning him in the bathtub. Jack was saved by a nosy neighbor that finally called the police in to investigate. He came spectacularly close to dying, and even closer to suffering permanent brain damage. Some would say it's a damned miracle neither happened.<p>

Soon after he had recovered, Jack entered the wonderful world of foster care and eventually taken in (and later adopted) by James and Alice Summers, two muggles who knew nothing of the boy but his tragic past and offered nothing short of understanding and encouragement. The stark contrast was startling for Jack, whom had known no love from anyone and as a result, grew incredibly suspicious of them. Rather than forming an attachment to his new parents, Jack gravitated to their daughter Nicole, who was a few years younger than he. One would not call the relationship between the two that of siblings; Jack quickly grew to see himself as her guardian, fearing that one day these new parents may attempt the same to her what had been done to him.<p>

Then, the letter came. He'd never received any letters before, and this one was perhaps one of the strangest he could ever possibly get--an acceptance letter for a school called Hogwarts! To say Alice and James were confused was an understatement, but like all things concerning Jack, it was a matter they took in stride; they were not blind to the wizarding world, for James's brother Matthew was a wizard himself. Had it not been for Matthew, the two might not have been able to do anything to help Jack out.<p>

Every year following, Jack was a student at Hogwarts during the school months and lived with his adoptive family during the summer. Honestly, this was probably one of the happier times in his life; to his surprise, he actually enjoyed learning his craft and displayed a particular penchant for potions and brewing. Jack didn't make very many in the way of friends, but neither was he bullied nor outcast. He was left alone to learn, to read, to study--and to pine. Every summer he would come back, and Nicole was another year older, another year changed. A stranger, but familiar all at once. He missed her, and he wished more than anything that he had more time to spend with her. Later, he grew to realize his affections for her.<p>

In fact, he had just finished his final year and graduated when the realization hit him; he was in love with Nicole, who by all accounts was his sister--not by blood, but in the eyes of everyone around them. He quickly left home without a word of where he planned to go, feeling that the distance would make things easier to deal with. Unfortunately for him, they did not.<p>

Jack spent the next few years doing what he would call 'studying' and the psychologically enlightened would call 'running away from his problems'--he traveled as much as he could, and buried himself in furthering his education instead of lingering on Nicole. A good portion of his journey was spent in far more dangerous parts of the world, learning about the applications of poisons and substances, and means of brewing antidotes in case of accidental exposure--a lot of which he learned due to a few close calls of his own. He mentored under other wizards for various subjects, though his favorite was always Sophia Delacroix, a witch who taught him a lot of neat tricks he never even learned in school regarding potions.<p>

He didn't return to London until he was twenty-seven, nearly ten years after he had left. Tired of running, he tried to find Nicole again--and eventually did, now engaged to another man. He was angry with himself for doing what he did, running off rather than facing the music. At the very least, Sophia was kind enough to offer him a means of distracting himself, by recommending him for a position as Potions Master of Hogwarts.<p>

It's been eight years since he began teaching, and Jack has earned the reputation of being both an incredibly good teacher and also an incredibly intimidating one. Somehow the word that he can concoct and cure poisons got out and now there's all sorts of rumors flying around that Jack knows how to kill a man--or worse, that he's killed a few students who annoyed him. Luckily for them, none of the rumors are true.


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<br>Role Play Experience:

10+ years


<br>Role Play Sample:

Consciousness returned to him slowly, his mind a foggy and incoherent mess as his eyes focused on the unfamiliar ceiling above him. Distantly Thane was aware that he was not alone, that there were other people (and bodies) scattered about the room he awoke in. This, for the time being, seemed like one of those unimportant details. Perhaps his mind was simply struggling to gain full awareness back.<p>
If anything, the squealing feedback from whatever intercom was in this place seemed to help jolt him back to reality, shocking the drell into full alertness. He pushed himself up, immediately regretting the decision as his head swam and ached. He must have been drugged with something before coming here. Actually, Thane couldn't even remember very much about how he got here--there was a vague recollection of his latest hiding place, and then nothing. The lack of memory was incredibly annoying, especially when Thane typically remembered everything. His environment came into sharp focus--a large, dingy room decorated with tasteless graffiti and dirt and grime, large windows lining one wall that... ah, fish. Thane grimaced. They were underwater. Wonderful.<p>
Once his head settled, he listened carefully to the stranger's voice speaking to him (them, he realized--the others were waking as well) in a voice not unlike the other assassin he had met two months ago, tone laced with far too much giddiness and venom to be comforting. Friends. Ha. As he glanced around at the others, Thane wondered if the man had some plans to force them into attacking one-another.<p>
He carefully took in the details of the other three who were presently upright and alert--a smaller human who couldn't be much older than a teenager, what he presumed to be an adult male in a rather ridiculous mask (rooster, his mind provided after a few moments), and a girl in cowl and cape. The latter two looked ready to fight, the first looked relatively (and rightfully) a bit more nervous about the situation. Then again, he also appeared to be armed with what Thane now counted among one of the stranger weapons he had seen someone carrying around since his arrival.<p>
Pushing himself up to his feet, he took quick stock of his own gear. Evidently he had been left with his pistol, which had the remaining ammo from yesterday (how long had they been out?) loaded and spares hidden away. Tentatively, he extended his hand, fingers crackling to life with brilliant blue light. He was armed and his biotics didn't seem to be failing him, which meant his amp was still functioning. Good.<p>

The commotion on the other side of the door caught his attention next, and Thane's gaze turned sharply toward it. This did not go unnoticed by the others either; the rooster-masked man was already moving toward it with his own weapon in hand, while the caped girl insisted that they really ought to form a plan rather than jump in, and the third boy was edging tentatively out of the shadows with his own weapon. The drell carefully drew his pistol, stepping closer to the others.<p>
"She has a point," he commented, not that it kept him from keeping his gun drawn or pulled his gaze away from the door. If something intended to do them harm...<br><br>


<br>Role Play Preferences:

I LIKE ALL THE THINGS PLAY WITH ME


<br>Anything Else:

After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began.


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