SCAMANDER, LORCAN LYLE

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LORCAN LYLE SCAMANDER

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IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME ![/color][/font]

I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it

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[/b] Lorcan Lyle Scamander
AGE/DOB: Sixteen/August 8
YEAR: Sixth year
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
AFFILIATION: Neutral
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual[/SIZE]
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GOYLE, WHO DO YOU THINK IS THE UGLIEST
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[/B] Lorcan has scars on his back and a jagged scar across his cheek.
PLAYED BY: Eugen Bauder[/SIZE]
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MAN, BACK WHEN I HAD A BODY, OOH. I HAD MAD GAME
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• women
  
• quidditch
  
• his mother
  
• his twin
  
• his looks
  
• butterbeer
  
• a good fight
  
• sports in general
  
• being alone with his own thoughts
  
• dogs

LOATHES:

• boys (in a sexual way)
  
• people who just want something out of him
  
• idea of being married
  
• losing at quidditch
  
• his father
  
• being scolded by his mother
  
• arguing with his brother
  
• pureblood mania
  
• large crowds
  
• cats

BOGGART: Rolf Scamander
DEMENTOR: Lorcan has many to choose from, but if he thinks real hard, he can recall the worst one...

On the twin's seventh birthday, Lysander spilled some firewhiskey on the front seat of their father's car. After some convincing, Lorcan agreed to take the blame. When Lorcan told Rolf what had happened, his father turned purple and his vein popped out in his neck. Loran began quivering when Rolf suddenly turned back to normal. Lorcan thought he was safe so he exhaled and looked down. Before he could register, he felt a sharp blow to the top of his head and he fell down in a lump on the ground. Rolf started yelling bragging about how he was going to straighten his son out. Rolf yelled about his firewhiskey and his car, so he dragged Lorcan out to the car and made him clean up the stain with his tongue. After choking it down, Rolf took some leftover firewhiskey and poured it down his son's throat, to make him pay for the expensive stuff. Lorcan puked it up and Rolf grew angered so he whipped out his wand and pressed the boy against a wall. With his wand, Rolf made lashes across his son's back, marks made by dark magic.

To this day, Lorcan can never remove the scars that seem to flare up whenever he lies on his back (explaining his preference for being on top) and whenever he exerts physical force. Lorcan treats it with a healing balm and lots of Butterbeer.
PATRONUS: Artic Wolf

Lorcan doesn’t have nearly as many best memories as he does his worst memories. But he does have one in particular that he can recall.

This was a few years after Rolf turned into his true self and the twins were around ten years old. Rolf was off in London, chasing skirts even though he told his wife that he had to work late. Lorcan developed a case of a wizard cold, and because he was so young, he would sneeze and create outs of accidental magic. Luna feared for Lysander, so she kept the boys apart and she would stop by from work and check up on him. Even though he was confined to the bed, it was amazing for him because his mother gave him her sole attention. And then, after about a day or so, Lysander snuck up to see him and they were just little kids once more. When Luna arrived and saw them, she didn’t separate them but just spent the time with them and they laughed. It was a perfect family moment, made even more perfect by his father’s absence.
VERITASERUM:

• body is ridden with scars
  
• people who chew gum loudly annoy him
  
• exceedingly intelligent but exceedingly lazy
  
• occasional sociopath
  
• his deepest desire is to watch his father burn and scream for help that will never arrive

STRENGTHS:

• intelligence
  
• good looks
  
• perserverance
  
• familial connections
  
• determination

WEAKNESSES:

• women
  
• his brother
  
• his mother
  
• sarcasm
  
• laziness

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[/b] Luna Scamander (nee Lovegood), Thirty-Nine, Chief Editor for The Quibbler, Order, Former Ravenclaw
FATHER: Rolf Scamander, Forty, mid-level Ministry Worker, Neutral, Former Ravenclaw
SIBLINGS: Lysander Xenophilius Lovegood, Sixteen, Order, Ravenclaw
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: black owl named Midnight
WEALTH STATUS: Upper-Middle Class
BIRTHPLACE: St. Mungo’s Hospital, London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Leaky Cauldron
OVERVIEW: On August 8, 2004 the Wizarding World welcomed in the next generation of Lovegood-Scamander, the sons of the girl who was always in her own world and of the boy who seemed to disappear when the Great War occurred. Nonetheless, Rolf had finally settled down with Luna Lovegood. Many questioned what could cause such a perfectly ideal image of man to settle down with the girl who claimed she saw wrackspurts everywhere. However, Rolf and Luna were very happy. They appeared to very in love and were quite thrilled when they learned that they would be expecting. Luna automatically swore that she would name her son after her father and if they had a daughter, that she would be named after her mother. Rolf, always quick to please his Luna, was more than thrilled with the prospect, happy to give her whatever she desired. The child was due to be born until October, but Luna had been feeling ill so Healers had to work quickly to try and save her and the life of the child she was carrying. For reasons unknown, Luna hadn't been to see her doctor in months, so she never even knew that she was carrying boys, let alone twins. Rolf frantically paced around St. Mungo's, fearful for the children he may never get to know and the wife that may leave him. After a few hours in surgery, at 1.08 am on August 8, 2004 Lorcan Lyle Scamander was born and at 1.11 am Lysander Xenophilius Scamander was born. Luna, due to complications, almost didn't make it and had to stay in the hospital for a few more weeks for observation. Rolf was just happy to have his children and Luna was happy that she was able to see her children alive and breathing. Unfortunately, Rolf Scamander was not the nice man he perceived himself to be to his lovely wife and her famous friends and the Scamander family was about to find out that once his goal of having descendents was fulfilled, Rolf Scamander could give a damn less what happened to his wife after that.

Lysander and Lorcan grew up in relatively normal lives. Their mother worshipped the ground they walked on, simply because she soon discovered after their birth that she could no longer conceive children. Lorcan was also the more mischievous of the twins, often blaming things on his double to avoid punishment. And his younger brother often took the fall for things that weren't his fault. Truthfully, Lorcan was essentially a cheerful boy with a sunny disposition. With bright green eyes that turned the color of a raging storm when angered and messy brown hair, Lorcan really looked like his mother. True, the boys were identical twins, but Lysander often appeared cold and hateful, when he really just shy so he seemed to reflect their father more than their mother. And Lorcan was always happy with a smile on his face, so people could definitely see Luna in Lorcan. It was when they turned seven that Lorcan discovered how much his cheerfulness truly angered his father. Growing up, the boys often switched roles to confuse people and on their seventh birthday, Lorcan covered for his brother for the first and last time. Lysander had been playing with some of the kids in the neighborhood and he knocked a glass of firewhiskey into their father's front seat of his brand new muggle car. They both knew their dad would be mad, so Lysander begged Lorcan to take the blame, to cover for him. Lorcan didn't want to, but Lysander mentioned how he had taken the blame for Lorcan and how Lysander didn't want his perfect image ruined. So, begrudgingly, Lorcan took the blame.

When Lorcan told Rolf that it was his doing, Rolf lost it. He started swinging his fists and before Lorcan knew it, he was out cold with a concussion. Rolf showed no remorse and Luna nursed her son back to health. When Lorcan and Rolf were alone next, Rolf explained that he was tired of Lorcan being such a screw up and how he wished that he could be more like his younger brother Lysander. And Rolf said that if it took him a hundred years, Lorcan would become like Lysander yet. So, every night when Lysander was asleep, Rolf side-along apparated Lorcan to a training facility for Aurors and beat his son into shape. And he didn't care which method he had to use to do so. Lorcan spent the next four years being whipped, punched, slapped, cursed and hexed until he became the 'perfect son'. Every morning, Lorcan would appear half-dead to his brother, who was none the wiser. He assumed that Lorcan was playing video games or practicing spells until the wee hours. Lorcan would have told the truth, but Rolf threatened to hurt Luna if Lorcan ever told a single soul what went on. Lorcan hated Rolf, but Lorcan loved Luna, so he kept quiet for eight years, when, at the tender age of fifteen, it would all come pouring out.

When the boys were eleven and their letters came, Lysander was sad to leave his parents. But Lorcan was thrilled to be away from his father for months at a time. When Lorcan voiced his opinions, Lysander was horrified at how Lorcan spoke of their 'wonderful' father. So, for the first three years, despite them being in the same house, Lysander and Lorcan hardly conversed. Both got into Ravenclaw, but Lysander fit into the mold of a perfect 'claw easily. Lorcan never understood how he got into Ravenclaw. He knew that his heart had turned cold and he was hoping for Slytherin, just so he could have the opportunity to shove it in his father's face and separate himself from Lysander in another way. But when the boys got home over the summer, they found out that Luna and Rolf had gotten into an argument and had divorced from one another. Luna claimed that she feared for the lives of her and her children. The boys were confused, afraid that they would be separated. True, they had barely spoken in a year, but they had always known the other was there in case something happened. When talks of custody battles came up, Lorcan wanted to go with Luna and Lysander wanted Rolf. However, both were willing to go to either parent, so long as they weren't separated. Nonetheless, Rolf got to choose who he wanted, and surprise, he chose....Lorcan. Both boys were surprised, but it was just another device to further the wedge between them. When Rolf took Lorcan home, he told him that he wouldn't be able to stop the abuse on his son he grown accustomed to over the years and didn't want to take his anger out on the wrong son. Lorcan accepted it and just sucked it up.

The next time Rolf tried to hit his son, Lorcan grew enraged again and the house shook and Rolf just clapped and smiled. So, for the next few months until school started again, Rolf molded and formed his son into the perfect Rolf-clone. Rolf had decided that Lysander was a bad role model and decided that at least one of his sons needed to carry on the 'Rolf-ness'. So that by the time his twelfth birthday rolled around, Lorcan was cold and uncaring, choosing to only give any thought towards things that would better himself and his future. Women were just for fun; cronies were the ones who were sent to keep the leader safe; friends were only good so long as they could be controlled; and teachers were the ones who kept you safe, so long as you never showed your true form. When Lorcan went back to school, people were surprised to discover this boy who was a Ravenclaw, who was more Slytherin than most of them. Slytherins told him he was cold as the Dark Lord and Gryffindors hated him with everything that they were. Considering that most of them were Potters/Weasleys or some affiliate, he didn't give one damn about them. Lorcan blamed their family for his situation, because the elders knew what went on in the Lovegood-Scamander house and yet they did nothing to help Lorcan or Luna. Teachers continued to say that he was brilliant and "one of the most intelligent boys" they had ever seen. Lorcan took it all in stride and never showed any inkling that he gave a damn. When Lorcan went home after his second year and visited his mother's house, his mother didn't recognize him anymore. Gone was her bright and happy boy with a heart of gold and the compassion of an angel. In his place was the mini-version of the man she had both married and grew to despise. The only difference between Rolf and her son: her son was more ruthless, more cunning and he truly seemed like a new Dark Lord. Lorcan returned to school, still getting top marks in everything and even becoming seeker for his quidditch team and eventually becoming captain. Lorcan had grown up to be a handsome, dashing boy. With shaggy brown hair that strayed across his eyes and had the uncanny habit of making him look emo; cold green eyes that seemed to constantly flash a stormy grey; the body of a Greek god and a smile that could make any girl melt; it was obvious why any girl in Hogwarts secretly, or not-so-secretly wanted him. Lorcan didn't care. He used women for a little bit of fun, or for the chance of having future fun, and then got rid of them as soon as possible. However, all that changed when he returned home after his fifth year.

Lorcan went home to discover his father in bed with another woman. This didn't bother him, as he was used to after awhile. But the noises they were making made him leave and venture to his mother's house. Lysander and Lorcan were almost sixteen and they decided to strike up a conversation. And somewhere along the way, Lysander questioned what happened to his adorable older brother. Lorcan was pissed at the world and in a fit of guilty confessions, he told all. He told his brother about how he was abused every night, how he hated their parents and how his deepest wish was to see his father burn in flames screaming for help but never getting it. Lysander was shocked and Lorcan slumped over in exhaustion. While he was asleep, Lysander went and had the papers magically conjured declaring that Lorcan was no longer in the custody of Rolf Scamander. When Lorcan awoke, he was confused and annoyed and scared that he spilled he his greatest secret in a moment of weakness. However, Lysander was only angry that his brother didn't inform him before now. Lorcan gladly spent the next few weeks with his mother and brother, knowing he wouldn't have to go back to his father unless he wanted to. Which he didn't. Now, they both live above the Leaky Cauldron, because neither can handle the idea of living with the people who had caused their lives such pain. Lorcan is still a bastard who uses women, but he's slowly trying to reform his ways, and with the help of Lysander, he is making great progress.[/SIZE]
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[/b] Paige
AGE: N/A
GENDER: N/A
EXPERIENCE: Four to Seven Years
ANYTHING ELSE?: Maple
RP SAMPLE: Taken from Up To No Good

Alice Archer tossed and turned, unable to get a good position to keep herself asleep. She sighed and pulled the pillow from behind her hear, slamming it down on the covers in exasperation. She sighed again and looked at her watch, the moonlight reflecting off the face, making it glow iridescently. She pushed back the covers and sat up, her dark brown tresses falling around her shoulders and her locks hitting her eyes. She shook the hair out of her face and stood up, her dark brown orbs finally adjusting to the dim light in the dorm. She considered turning on the lights, but didn't want to wake the others, who were lucky enough to be sleeping soundly. She massaged a crick from her neck and yanked on a pair of jeans and a black and blood red hoodie. She quickly tied her long hair into a ponytail and laced up a pair of sneakers, casting a quick look of regret at her bed before she exited the dorm.

Alice knew why she couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, the scene of the last time she saw her brother flashed before her eyes. She had told everyone that she didn't remember anything, that the knock into the wall had erased the memory of that night. But that wasn't true. She could still hear his cries of anguish and pain. She could still see the angry glint in her mother's eyes turn to pain and sorrow, and then quickly glow with the hatred that she felt for her only son. She stopped on the stairs, trying to massage the image of her brother's face as she hit the wall due to her mother's striking blow, from her memory. But no matter how much she prayed and wished that his look would go away, it never did. Never. She had been wishing for months, but the memory was too fresh and she only hoped that it would fade away with time, just the bruise her head had received had faded away until only the memory of its existence still remained.

Alice sighed and stretched her arms. Remembering that no one was awake yet, she took a step forward and then sat down, leaning her elbows on the steps behind her for support. She crossed her legs, causing her right leg to dangle over the left as she rotated her neck. She exhaled slowly, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. The more she was awake, the more she had to think about what had happened to her family. When she was younger, she was the good twin and her brother was the evil one. She was the perfect child with the prefect behavior and grades and Damien was just the Devil reborn. It was interesting how a devout Christian could spawn a magical heritage. She still laughed at the irony in that. But then they got older and their powers started showing and her mother started the one act that would rip everything apart. Alice scoffed slightly, annoyed at how someone could do that to their own child. She remembered coming to school for years, hiding it, never telling the truth. To this day, no one, save for a few people, knew what was going on when she went home for the summer. Or the true reason why she never wanted to leave for the holidays. Her friends constantly asked why the mention of her family would cause her to jump or tense up almost instantly. But she kept her word and never told. Even though she knew that she should have, she never did. Now it was just as much her fault as her mother's. Marvelous. Alice stood up from the stairs and continued the long walk down to the common room. She looked up to see someone walk into the common room and sit near the fire. It was only the glow of the fire that illuminated his face and made him known to her. It was Sirius, one of her oldest friends. She sighed and walked around the couch, plopping in the comfy armchair across from him. She noticed the look on his face and figured that he was concentrating real hard. She sighed dejectedly and quietly and tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling. She figured that he would talk when he was ready. If not, she was quite content right here, right by the crackling yellow and orange flames that seemed to spark an ember of hope or knowledge. Or maybe it was just the warmth that it sparked.

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