Post by Frank Longbottom on Jul 29, 2010 1:15:39 GMT 1
General Information
Name: Franklin Caraid Longbottom; Franklin means 'Free Man', Caraid means 'Love'; Harfang Longbottom II (Frank's father) thought he was being funny. Frank agrees that this is somewhat amusing.
Heritage: Pureblood
Birth date: October 10th, 1956
Age: 18
Place of Birth: Cornwall, England
Current Location/Home: Diagon Alley Flats
House at Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Class of 1973
Look
General Appearance: Frank is a rather rugged-looking man, and always has been. He is of a sturdy stature; somewhat stout when up against other men, but not short. He has a strong frame and broad shoulders, making him very solid. He has a wide chest too, and though he is muscular he doesn't look like a body builder (thank the Gods).
Another thing that helps the 'rugged' look is Frank's facial hair. It started growing in during his second year, when even most of the seventh years were struggling for a mustache, so Frank wears it proudly. He does shave, but often he'll go several consecutive days without even picking up a razor, giving him the constant stubble over his cheeks. It's alright, he likes it; it makes him feel manly, and as his Yule ball date whispered to him in seventh year, it's "sexy."
He has light brown hair that he prefers kept short and out of his face, as well as dark blue eyes. His eyes are his favourite feature, and he goes to great lengths to show them off... thus the shorter hair. He has a square-set jaw and a mostly symmetric face, though his nose is a bit crooked as a result of his time as a Beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team while at Hogwarts.
For the most part, Frank's ensemble consists of wizards robes in various dark colours; navy, black, gray, forest green, chocolate brown. Though he wears dark colours, they are by no means drab; in fact, they are very rich in hue. He does this as a way to "blend in", one of the key parts of being an Auror. They also make for great stealth clothing, should he need it in his training or in the field.
When Frank does don Muggle clothing, it is sometimes a bit of a disaster. Try as he may, he can never get the fashions just right, so his default is usually just a plain cotton t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and running shoes.
Eye Colour: Dark Blue
Hair Colour: Light Brown
Background
Parents: Harfang Longbottom II and Augusta McMillan
Siblings: None
Other Family: Grandparents: Harfang I and Callidora Longbottom née Black; Uncle Algie Finnigan and Aunt Enid Finnigan née Longbottom
Personal History:
Frank's parents were overjoyed when Frank was born; not because he was their first child, but because Augusta was had gone to see a Diviner halfway through her pregnancy who told her that this child would be the only one she would ever bear, and that it would be a girl. To most people this news would have been acceptable, if somewhat bittersweet, but to Augusta it was cause for great mourning. Not only would she never have any more children, but she would be a "failure" at helping Harfang to carry on the Longbottom name, and for the last several months of her pregnancy she laid in bed crying all day. She has never been (and never would be) as happy as the day Frank was born, though the Diviner was right in one regard; no more children were ever born to the couple.
As a child, Frank was as normal as any other Pureblood boy. His family was never very much in want for anything, as his father had also been an only son and had inherited much more than his younger sister on their father's passing. Frank had a happy childhood, and though many of his days were spent in private tutorage with his mother, he got most of his personality from his father.
When it came time to go to Hogwarts, Frank did his family proud and was sorted into the traditional Gryffindor. Due to his body build and his skill on the broomstick, Frank joined the Quidditch team in his third year as a Beater. In fifth year he was given the title of Prefect; in sixth, he became the Gryffindor house Quidditch team Captain. He spent most of his school days goofing off with his friends, talking Quidditch, and trying to win the hearts of girls... unfortunately, that last part was often difficult and Frank remains single to this day.
Once graduation day came, Frank was first in line at the Auror Office to submit his resume. He was instantly accepted into the Auror Training Programme, and is now training with the best of the best to be the Law of the wizarding world. He even moved out of his parents' country house to a flat in Diagon Alley, just to prove his independence... except that his pay is so minimal at this point that he still receives financial assistance from his parents. Hey, what can you do?
Character Traits
Personality: As mentioned before, Frank Longbottom is his father's son. Though he is a strong and somewhat rugged looking fellow, Frank has a heart of gold. He is courteous, and often soft-spoken and shy, especially around women. However, he is a true Gryffindor down to his bones; he stands up for what he believes in, never abandons his friends, and has a bloody good time doing it! He's always up for a night on the town with the boys, but staying in is just as eagerly looked forward to.
In general, Frank is the type of bloke that may strike up a friendly conversation with just about anyone.
Strengths: Patience. Patience like you wouldn't believe. This is one of the key reasons Frank became an Auror; along with his skills of stealth, he can sit at a stake-out for almost 48 hours straight, only leaving to eat and use the facilities. This patience applies to every other part of his life as well, from dealing with school work to his mother's episodes.
Frank also has a sort of English gentility inherit in his personality (must be the Pureblood thing). He acquired this from his very well-mannered father, and often it is best displayed when he gently deals with his constantly chittering mother.
Weaknesses: Control issues. If there is one trait he gleaned from his mother, it's the need to have a constant sense of cotnrol. Frank always wants to be in the lead no matter what the challenge, leading to his placement as Prefect and Quidditch Captain, as well as his rushed placement in the Auror Training Programme. Some may call it OCD or Control Freak Syndrome; Frank likes to call it assertive leadership and well-structured organization.
Other Information
Pets: A tawny owl no bigger than Frank's foot named Jujubee.
Wand: Cherry, 13.5 inches; crystallized Boomslang venom core; rare, but good for Transfiguration, jinxes, and hexes.
Role-play Example:
Frank sat at his small cubicle at the Auror Office, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head and his arms stretched out. His eyes were closed, but he was listening to the chatting going on around him. Usually it was light-hearted, interspersed with laughter and random pops from wands, but over the last few weeks it had grown quieter, more solemn. Today there was hardly anyone speaking over a whisper.
Not good. Not good at all. Things were rapidly going from bad to worse in the field.
Frank heard a ruffle over his desk and opened one eye in time to see an interdepartmental owl flutter down onto his paperwork. The mangy grey owl stared at him through one eye, the other being covered by an eye patch. It seemed to be glowering at Frank, and it took him a moment to realize that he too had been looking through one eye. To the owl it had probably looked like this smarmy bloke was mocking him.
"Sorry," Frank apologised to the owl. He was never sure if the animals in the magical world could really understand him (Care of Magical Creatures had not been his strong point), but it seemed as if the owl looked a little less offended.
Frank took the note from the owl's beak and gave it a small leftover biscuit from one of his desk drawers. In return, Frank was given a small pile of owl droppings on his desk as a thank you. He scowled at the owl as it flew away, used his wand to cast a small scouring charm, and opened the note. Only two words and initials were on the page.
Stake-out. Tonight.
A.M.
Frank slipped the note into his sleeve, stretched, and stood. If he was going to be going on another stake-out with Moody, he'd better get something to eat before the long haul began. Fish and chips sounded lovely right now, actually.