Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Jul 12, 2010 21:26:17 GMT 1
General Information
Name: Gidleroy Fitzwilliam Lockhart
Heritage: Pureblood
Birth date: October 13th, 1957
Age: 16, and a half
Place of Birth: Budleigh Babberton, England
Current Location/Home: London, England
House at Hogwarts: Hufflepuff
Look
General Appearance: I stand at a stately 183 cm (that’s an even 6’0” for those of you insipid enough not to understand the metric system). I have always had a proud sort of posture, never slouching, and broad masculine shoulders that complement the shape of my hair quite well. I have tanned, flawless skin, perfectly straight and white teeth, and a smile that has been known to make even the stodgiest of women faint. My cheekbone structure is perfect in every way, complimented nicely by the bright blue intensity of my eyes. My body is 100% pure muscley sinew, not too bulky but just enough to make me a threat. And let’s just say that I have been quite... “gifted” with the Lockhart genetics when it comes to my manly endowments.
Eye Colour: Bright Blue, with tiny golden flecks of sheer brilliance thrown in for good measure
Hair Colour: Dark brown with golden underhues, and coiffed to perfection
Background
Parents: Caractacus Lockhart and Tess Durbeyfield (seriously)
Siblings: None. My parents were wise to stop with one perfect child. Not that they had a choice or anything, but hey. What can you do?
Other Family: Everyone is an only child all around. Must run in the family.
Personal History: I was born on a blustery October 13th in Budleigh Babberton. I was quite a shock to my parents, who were getting on in age (my mum was reaching 47 when I was born, can you belive it? 47! My dad was already 73. Talk about weird and gross). Anyway, my parents had long ago accepted the fact that they would never have any kids, until lo and behold I graced their world. Seeing as I was a "Miracle from the Gods" I was treated as the Golden Child. I could do no wrong in my parent's eyes, and I was given every luxury I could ever want.
Author's Note: In other words, Roy was a spoilt brat, and his parent's continuous praise and lack of discipline did little to help. /Author's Note
When I was nine, my father was promoted in his Ministry job and we relocated to a large flat in London, England. City life and I proved to be fast friends, and it wasn't long before I forgot all about my country roots and started making my way to my true glorious self.
At the age of eleven, like all wizards my age, I went to Hogwarts. Though I had been banking on Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, my father and mother's houses, respectively, I was sorted in Hufflepuff. I was slightly disappointed at first, but in the end I found this bode well for me -- rarely anything is expected of a Hufflepuff, so it was easy for me to focus on the really important things in school: My hair, my appearance, and gaining as many fangirls as possible. Whenever I did happen to excel in class or did something uncharacteristically heroic, this was seen as a great triumph simply becuase no one saw it coming. Imagine that!
So now, here I am, ready to start my 6th year of school. I am extremely active in my house, the school Quidditch commentator, and the leading fashion expert at Hogwarts. Go me!
Character Traits
Personality: What can I say about myself that my appearance doesn't already broadcast to the world? I am magnificent, dazzling, and all around fabulous!
Author's Note: I'm going to take it over from Roy here for a few minutes. He tends to blabber on about how amazing he is, and who really wants to just sit and listen to that?
As you can already tell, Gilderoy (or as I like to call him, Roy) has quite a head on his shoulders. Being an only child can give one enough complexes, but add into the fact that his parents truly believed he was a child from the Gods didn't really help give him a humble attitude. He is spoilt, vain, and typically very oblivious to anything not involving himself. Roy puts a lot of stock into appearances, and it is his ultimate goal to make sure everything around him is as "fabulous" as he is.
Let's just say Roy was Metrosexual before the word ever existed.
He does have hobbies and interests, they just all connect back to him someway. He loves fashion, the gaudier the better. He is obsessed with decorating of all kinds, whether it be home, art, or people. Many of his essays are turned in with excessive, but fairly good doodles along the margins. He figures that these drawings make up for some of the content his essay lacks, and more than once a few professors have given him extra points due to his renderings.
Like I said, Roy also has an intense interest in fixing up places and people. Nothing makes him happier than to take a sad, sorry looking chap and turn him around in a complete 180 to a glorious stud much like himself (not exceeding Roy's own beauty, of course). He likes giving girls makeovers as well, though nothing frightens him more than a beastly woman. Ugggggh.
Roy also has a fondness for Quidditch, and though he never plays (do you know how much the winds messes up your hair?) he loves commentating the matches during the Inter-House Championship games. He can talk Quidditch for hours, relaying every stat and number under the sun. This is about as "manly" as he gets, though Roy never has been on the effeminite side; he just knows he looks good, and he wants you to know too!
Strengths: Aside from his "dazzling good looks", Gilderoy does have some redeeming strengths. He's sort of a charity worker, if you consider his fashion advice and makeover schemes to be charity work. What little space in his head isn't filled with hot air contains a memory bank full of compliments and smooth talking to win people to his cause. Perhaps one of his great-grand parents had been a Slytherin, because he's always seemed to have the ability to convince people and win over their affection with his words. He's also very gifted at Charms, which is just about the only class he doesn't struggle with.
Weaknesses: Some of his weaknesses are obvious: bedhead, hat hair, a missing powder puff. But there are other sides to Gilderoy that he keeps hidden.
Roy always wants the unobtainable. Sure, he has his fangirls, his friends, and some other admirers, but what he secretly longs for is a person that isn't blinded by his beauty. It seems that every person he comes into contact with, at some point, lets his astonishingly handsome physique get to them, and he just wants someone that sees him as more than looks. Well... he really isn't more than looks. But still! To have someone that he could actually talk with would be nice.
Perhaps Roy's main weakness is fear. He is afraid of a lot of things, but the biggest one is being found out. Like I said, Roy has little to live by except his charming looks and his smarmy way with words. He does fine enough in school, but he wants something more. A dashingly brave persona like his mum's, or a clever and witty mind like his father's. Though Gilderoy has never said -- and never will say -- these things aloud, they're always there in the back of his mind, causing him doubt, and thus making him even more enegmatic than before. /Author's Note
Are you quite done?
Yes. I put /AN to let you know that I was.
It's about bloody time, I thought I'd have to listen to you blubber on about how "awful" I am forever. Anyway, moving on...
Other Information
Pets: A Barn Owl named Hermes. He's getting old, so he can be a bit cranky.
Wand: Canary wood, 9 inches, Pegasus wing feather
Role-play Example:
Gilderoy rolled over in his bed, blindly reaching for his wand on the bedside table. He found it, and flicking it leisurely at the grandfather clock in his room the chiming instantly stopped. Stretching and wriggiling out of his covers, he pulled off his dark blue sleeping mask and wearily rubbed his eyes.
Gilderoy hated mornings.
He sat up in bed, still rubbing the sleep from the corners of his eyes, and slowly trudged over to the window sill. Drawing back the blinds, Gilderoy had a perfect riverfront view of London: the London Eye, Big Ben, Parliament, even Tower Bridge were all within sight. The sky was cloudless, but dim, indicating it was still early. Hey, you had to get up before the sun if you want to look as fabulous as Roy does on a daily basis!
Turning his back on the window, grabbing his lower back, and bending back as if to crack it, he looked to the owl stand in the corner just in time to see Hermes peeking out at him from under his wing.
"Don't look at me like that," Gilderoy grumbled as he stumbled into the bathroom. Once inside he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and understood why Hermes had eyed him so. His hair curlers were all askew, his dark golden tufts of hair sticking out here and there. Stifling a scream, Gilderoy promptly removed the curlres, picked up a brush, and started working out the curls from his head. Fifteen minutes, 207 brush strokes, and one small holding charm later, Gilderoy smiled and winked at himself in the mirror.
He quickly brushed his teeth, got dressed, and pulled on his leather jacket just in time to hear his mother calling down for breakfast. With one last look in his full-length mirror, Gidleroy plastered on his iconic smile and sauntered out of the room, leaving a somewhat irritated Hermes behind.
