Jon CrawfordFull Name:
Jonathan Crawford (goes by Jonathan / Jon / Jonny / Jo. Prefers Jon)Blood Status:
IrishPlace of Birth:
Republic of IrelandDate of Birth:
February 14 2028Age:
English / Irish / some dead and secret languages / various languages of magical beings/creaturesRelationship Status:
Was so brown it appeared black but has lightened and greyed quite a bit over the yearsHeight:
Still a good looking man in his late forties Jon is the type of guy you might glance at twice. He holds himself well and still has all the confidence he did in his younger years. His hair is always messy. He has a short, tidy beard that covers the lower half of his face from time to time. He’s a clean man who never appears grubby.Dressing Style:
Jon dresses plainly in jeans, t-shirt, a leather jacket (or in the winter a fawn hunting jacket) and boots. Whenever he’s at work, which is often, he will wear his Unspeakable robes atop the jeans and tee.PersonalityCharacter Description:
Jon is a pleasant man who is wrongly judged as aloof because of his job. He likes to have fun when he can. The most important person in his life is his son, Mickey. His first thought upon waking and his last at night are of his son, though sometimes the boys mother does creep into his minds eye. The love of his life she was and still is. He doesn’t go around moping and hoping she’ll come back to him but he’s never been able to turn off what he feels for her. Even though he angry at her he can see why she left because that’s the kind of man he is, a man who tries to understand people’s reasons.Quirks:Strengths & Weaknesses:
Much of Jon seems contradictory when written down. He can be described as a grounded dreamer. A man who can be both logical and illogical (if the moment demands it). He feels that it takes the mind of a truly smart man to work his way around a problem to its solution. Thanks to his years working underground with just a small group of colleagues to others he seems distant, quiet and glum but in actual fact he is friendly and a bit of a joker. As an Unspeakable he has taken an oath to remain silent about everything related to his job, because of this he can obviously be quite secretive as so much of his life is his job. As a past Ravenclaw he is as one would expect, intelligent and knowledgeable, but he would love to spread his knowledge if only he could and not keep it all to himself and those others deemed worthy.Likes:
Time spent at home
Muggle TV (too much off it is nonsense)
Pixies (he has a phobia of them)Boggart:
His son taken from him either by death, his mother, or an unknown veela.Patronus:
The first time he held his son.MagicWand:
Applewood. Phoenix feather. LongStrength:
Charms / TransfigurationWeakness:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - 2039 - 2045House:
NoneFamily and HistoryFather:
Amelia Crawford (nee Doherty)Siblings:
None but his son has a pet owl, a great-grey named Misty.Background:
Jon grew up the only child of two very loving parents. His childhood home seemed to be the hub of the family and even though he had no siblings he was never lonely. For while his father’s family declined, his mother's bred like rabbits. There was always a cousin or two there to pass the time with and Jon passed it well. His younger day’s were spent looking for mysteries in the small village he lived in, exploring caves, going into haunted houses, building camps… in other words, everything a young boy should do.
By the time his Hogwarts letter came he was a smart, confident boy who was already growing into the good looks he’d retain through his teenage years and adult life. He was a bit of a charmer and could talk himself out of most trouble by that point. Hogwarts, when he got there, was everything he’d dreamed and so much more. He was quickly sorted into Ravenclaw where he made some fast friends on his very first night. School life passed, as it does, with Jon gaining good marks, a few or more girlfriends and plenty of friends.
There was one point in his school life that stands out though - the day he was approached. He’d known the robes of course, what magical child didn’t know the robes of an Unspeakable? The man wearing them he didn’t know however and he had been tempted to turn and run. It was obviously one of those situations his mother had warned him about. A strange man approaching him in the middle of Hogsmeade. But he’d stayed and waited. There had been some kind of pull in his mind, something told him here was a man much like himself (he's always felt he was different, thought differently). So he spoke and was spoken too. The pull was real, and the man had felt it too. He’d watched Jon for a while after first noticing him weeks before and finally a decision had been made. Jon had been invited to become an Unspeakable. The boy had wanted to laugh. An Unspeakable? Him! No, he was going to be a professional Quidditch player and reach for the stars… or rather, as a seeker, the snitch. After being told this the man had simply smiled and handed Jon a spelled leaflet before stating “We’ll see, boy, we’ll see.” and leaving.
Well, they did see. They saw Jon leave school after completing and passing his N.E.W.TS and walking right into The Minsitry where he handed the leaflet to the security guard and waited. Soon the same man from before had come to meet the young, nervous man. It put Jon at ease to see the bright smile on the other man’s face. He’d let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding in. Slowly, over time, this had become his dream without him even knowing it. The more he thought of all the man had said and what was written on the leaflet the more he knew his life was destined to bring him here. He couldn’t wait to delve into the mysteries his new job would allow but first, he was told, there was one more test. It was a simple test and one that cannot be divulged, all that matters is Jon passed with flying colours. He was the perfect fit for the Unspeakables and his new life would start the very next day.
It was a good life, if a bit lonely at times. He wasn’t allowed to speak of his work to those he didn’t work with. He felt his old friends take steps away from him seeing in him some change that hadn’t happened anywhere but in their own heads. Even his cousins, his best friends his whole life, distanced themselves from him. It was sad and it hurt but, it was something he just had to bear. The work they did in The Department of Mysteries was much more important than his social life, or lack of one.
He never did give up on it though which was why, years later, with an older head on his shoulders Jon met the love of his life. A strikingly beautiful woman he wanted from first sight. Feeling brave and with his usual confidence he’d approached her and that was that. Soon he was infatuated with the woman, he’d do anything for her, go anywhere with her and love her until the end of his time and after if that was possible. They settled down in a house he’d picked just for her, a house he hoped suited her and all her needs.
Then the happiest day of his life came. The day his son was born. Jon would never have thought he could love another more than the woman who’d birthed the child but he would have been wrong. The minute he held the infant he was gone, his love so deep for the crying baby he was sure it should cause physical pain. Michael they called him but he had soon cut it down to Mickey. The boy just looked like a Mickey, a little cheeky chappie with his little cheeky face.
Of course he noticed when Mickey’s mothers mood started to change and knowing what she was (though he didn’t care) he was worried. Would she hurt their child? No, he could never think that. She loved the boy as much as he did if not more, that was plain to see. There was no chance she’d hurt the lad. But, would she harm the father. Jon suspected she just might but, he was a wizard, if it happened he’d restrain her until she calmed down and then they could talk. For no matter what their issues were Jon felt they could work through them. Not just for the sake of their child but for each other too. His love for the woman had not diminished, if anything it had grown after she’d given him the most perfect gift in the world - their boy.
It wasn’t to last though and he should have known it wouldn’t. He’d lied to himself, stupidly lied. She’d left and Jon thought the pain in his heart would literally tear him apart. What would he do without her? The only woman he’d ever loved in that way, the only woman he’d ever thought of spending his life with. How did he go on? Of course he’d known how and upon finding her departed after just one look at his perfect son he had his answer. For Mickey he could go on without her though he doubted he’d ever stop loving her.
The years passed as he should have known they would. As Mickey grew Jon began to worry. Things happened around the boy, things that couldn’t be explained by the usual bursts of magic. He set fire to things and once, Jon had gone into the boys room to find him playing with a proper, fully-formed fireball. The final straw came when the boys strikingly green eyes and beautiful black hair started to change. Something had to be done and Jon knew just the people to help him.
He had turned first to his parents, his supportive parents who’d told him to sell up and move back with them. They’d help with their grandson and be happy to do so. They had enough space at home so it was no problem. Jon did as they suggested then he turned to the only friends that remained to him - The Unspeakables. After telling them of his son and how he was half-veela (he’d made it sound like the result of a one night stand) they agreed to help the lad. That part of his magic could be bound, unusable until he came of age. Jon had been more than pleased and the whole team had gotten to work straight away.
A potion was brewed and some words put together. Four of them gathered around his son one evening and by the end they could only hope they’d accomplished what they’d set out to do. Only the years could tell and Jon would be watchful.
The years passed once more with Jon juggling being a father and work as most parents had to juggle. He thought he did an okay job but knew that some of the credit for Mickey had to go to his own parents. The boy seemed to be turning out just fine and Jon couldn’t be prouder of him or love him more. His son, his life, the one person he’d die for. Mickey was all that mattered.