Post by JUDE THERSIA on May 27, 2018 12:06:55 GMT -6
THERSIA, JUDE.
Basic Age 15 Favorite Class Divination & Astronomy Least Favorite Class Arithmancy DoB 13 July 1987 Blood Status Half-blood Wand 13 1/2", silver lime, phoenix feather. |  | "speak in sign language of a lost otherworld, a world we lose by merely waking up. " - sylvia plath faceclaim: ezra miller eli |
personality Zany, arrogant, capricious, cynical. Jude is constantly lost in his thoughts, and is not really afraid to share what he might be thinking of. If you're wondering what he's thinking about? Magical theory, magical politics, political theory, sociology, linguistics, anthropology, history (both muggle and magical - and their divines and overlaps), and philosophy. He thinks so much, he often forgets to do important things like homework, eating, drinking water, socializing with friends... What he really wants is someone he can bounce his ideas off of, someone who keeps up with him. This isn't to say he doesn't like having friends. Oh no, Jude is very extroverted, and he loves being the center of attention. He becomes impatient if attention isn't centered around him, and can be a bit of a sore loser, especially when it comes to catching the snitch. As far as friends go, Jude wants to be friends with everyone, because he believes each individual has something different to teach him. Everyone and everything has a story, everyone and everything has secrets: and Jude loves collecting secrets, even though he'll never use them. He absolutely loves getting to know people, and has an affinity for dragging even the most reserved people from their shells, if he finds the time in his busy schedule of constant streams of thought. Often, he finds that people disappoint him, as he holds them on a pedestal, and has such high expectations of everyone. If he finds someone lacking in substance, he tends to be a bite haughty. But otherwise, he loves people who are wonderfully weird, open books, with wild stories, and wild adventures to be had. Because there are so many adventures to be had, and so very much to learn: secrets, history, stories, be they fictional or not. | appearance Jude Thersia is about average height for his age, but still has growing pains, especially in his legs. He's thin, athletic (he plays Quidditch and loves to duel), but still lanky and awkward, as teenagers are often wont to be. He has black hair, eyes brown like filberts, and cheek bones sharp enough to cut through glass. Usually, he dresses in robes, and greatly prefers fine wizard fashion to muggle fashion of any variety. Occasionally, Jude likes to wear make up, especially lipstick and, on special occasions, winged eyeliner. He has various freckles and moles scattered about his body, a scattering of curly scars on his fingers (from an accident involving hot ramen - he'll tell you otherwise, though), and three small scars: one hidden in his navel, one just above his pubic bone, and one just above his right hip bone (from an appendectomy performed at age 6). He usually looks surly and unapproachable (he's really just lost in his own thoughts), but his smile lights up his entire face, and is oh-so infectious. Height: 5'7" Weight: 128.89lbs |
dueling stats Strength: 10 Dexterity: 17 Magic: 13 Constitution: 10 | quidditch stats Strength: 5 Dexterity: 19 Intelligence: 16 Constitution: 10 Position: Seeker |
History
Born in Somerset, England near Cheddar Gorge to Sybil Thersia (a witch, though they didn't know until Jude was 11) and Cyrus Holt (a muggle), but Jude never really knew his mother. She left when he was two (or maybe she died, his father never really talked about it), right after she gave birth to his little brother, Mischa. Cyrus wasn't exactly a present father; he spent most of his time working. An ambitious man with a thirst for great power, though he was only a used car salesman. They didn't have much: a double-wide trailer on the country side, secluded and wild, and each other.
Mischa and Jude grew up close, and though Mischa was two years younger than Jude, he was the first of the two to perform magic. They'd been running above the gorge: Jude 8 years old, Mischa only 6. Mischa was faster than Jude, louder, more confident, boisterous and braver than a lion. Jude strugged to keep up as their little legs carried them through the yellowing autumn grasses. They were close to the rocky cliffs, Jude's favorite part: oh! the wonders to be seen! Jude was running, the wind cutting through his wavy black hair, then past his shoulders, when suddenly, his brother disappeared. He skidded to a stop. Everything seemed to stop for a moment: the birds seemed silent, the wind stopped blowing, the grass completely still... then screaming. Mischa or Jude, Jude couldn't tell. He stumbled to the edge of the cliff and watched as his brother careened through the air, his mouth wide open. And then, just before he made impact with the rocks below, his body stopped in midair, and floated, gentle as a feather, softly to the ground below. It was a miracle, Jude decided. He'd witnessed a miracle.
Jude never really showed avert signs of magic, or else, he had a handle on his magical outbursts. However, he knew there was something different about him. For one, he could see ghosts. Mischa could see them, too. When they told their father about the ghostly woman in the gorge, who had walked right through Jude, leaving him so cold, his lips turned blue, he frowned. You're just like your mother! he'd said, and stormed from the house.
At 11, Jude's letter arrived with a woman on their doorstep. She wore a rich emerald cloak, a broach sectioned into four quadrants (one yellow and black square with a badger carved into the metal, one red and gold with a lion, one green and silver with a snake, and one blue and bronze with a raven), buckled shoes with pointed toes, and a hat, like a witch. She introduced herself as a witch, and explained to Jude and Mischa that they were like her. Just like your mother. And so, Jude was off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft Wizardry, where he would find his new home.
Hogwarts was like no other. He loved the school, he loved the grounds, he loved all the classes he could take. His first two years, he was utterly frustrated that he wasn't allowed to take electives, and when it came time to choose, he tried to pick them all. To his chagrin, he wasn't able to take them all, because apparently, "it's physically impossible to be in two places at once." He took what he could, but dropped Arithmancy in the middle of his third year.
He joined the Quidditch team in his fourth year. He'd loved to fly since the day he first stepped on a broomstick. Though he wasn't great at it at first, he only needed to bolster his confidence. Hard work got him where he was today: he was no natural flyer, but he did have a keen eye, and a lithe, dexterous frame. He worked hard not to be distracted while in the air, and the best way he found was with feints. Often diving down in pursuit of the "snitch" in the middle of a game: he's broken his wrist a couple of times, but it's always been worth it. Though he always looks for the snitch, he tries to keep the game going long enough for his house to rake in enough points to win the game, regardless of who catches the snitch.
Now it's his fifth year at Hogwarts, and he's totally not ready for OWLs. Much of his time is still spent deep in his thoughts, though he tries to make room for practical studying that's actually related to his coursework. It's difficult, juggling all of the responsibilities of school, his social life, and his endless stream of consciousness.