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Jun 20 2016, 02:55 AM
It'd been a year since Ophiuchus left for Europe; what was supposed to be his sixth year at Hogwarts was cancelled. His father had other intentions, sending his heir to the coasts of Normandy to visit distant cousins, relax in the Swiss alps and travel a bit east to dwell in the darkest corners of Romania and Ukraine. Of course, that was only the summer. In the fall he attended a private school named Cocajaru, a bit more archaic and quite expensive, located in the deepest depths of the Carpathians. Still, Ophiuchus endured, much to his discontent. He would not be returning this autumn, though-- he was currently in the process of persuading his father to permit him to stay at Medsford and return to Hogwarts, though it seemed a bit uncertain whether or not it would work.
The young Levieux, freshly of-age, sat in the Garthscourt Gardens in Manchester-- a private, exotic gardens only accessible to witches and wizards. Utterly dwarfing the Royal Botanical Gardens of London, Garthscourt was an empire of both dangerous and beautiful, unwilting specimens, stretching forever it seemed. There was the occasional statue, unchecked in a strange moss from the South Americas, or a fountain in the shape of a witch and a screaming mandrake that played peacefully in the distance, that wailing stone mandrake spitting out a jet of water from its ugly, fat-lipped maw. The bench Ophiuchus leaned on was quite old, though was brightly painted yellow. He ran his slender fingers over the face of a harpy sculpted out of the iron armrest as he waited for Lanchester; it had been almost an age since he'd last seen him and was eager to learn the latest bit of gossip at Hogwarts since he'd up and left for the continent.
As his long coat fluttered at a small breath of June breeze, Ophiuchus' eyes languidly turned over the gardens, a cigarette gently resting in his other hand and spitting out a wisp of blue, curling smoke. His long legs were crossed, watching a couple stroll past him. He wasn't too far from the singing mandrake fountain, and in his note he'd magicked to Caspian he told him precisely where to meet him. If he wasn't going to show up soon, Ophiuchus was debating on strolling to the lower levels of Garthscourt, only to see the poisonous flora-- he had heard a rare specimen from Barbados was on display. But, of course, leave it to Lanchester to be late.
Jul 25 2015, 01:37 AM
16 | Slytherin | Asexual | SingleBlurb: Ophiuchus is an outwardly kind boy with the wings of a social butterfly; he finds himself easily intermingling with others but is pretty selective over those he mingles with. For instance, Ophiuchus is more fond of the company of his equals or betters, meaning those of great wealth, name or blood, though he doesn't really go about broadcasting this. He can be quiet and independent, though more than often is seen with his friends, of which he normally styles himself either leader or equal with his other mates.
Engaging Plots: Ophiuchus loves to plot or for lack of a better phrase, try guess the moves of others. He enjoys to watch drama unfold from a safe distance and is particularly careful, in a surgical manner almost, that he doesn't get caught in the trap when it springs.
Allies: Ophiuchus, as said previously, is more prone to be around those of any great family, wealth, or more importantly blood purity. He's basically a rich boy with only rich connections, though he's not opposed to talking to other Slytherin students.
Love: This will probably never happen. Ophiuchus is not a lover. He may flirt or toy around for the fun of it, but, he's not interested in any gender at all. He's got the sexual hunger of a teacup--none at all. Although, being a pureblood, Ophiuchus could possibly get married off by his parents for breeding purposes.
Enemies: Ophiuchus would really enjoy having an enemy, someone to constantly try to start drama or fights with him, though, he'd try awful hard to keep his stoic facade up. He'd only see it as a bit of fun.
Purebloods: Bring on pureblood drama. He'd gladly take part in any of it.
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Jul 18 2015, 09:11 PM
Full Name: Ophiuchus Reginald William Levieux
Blood Status: Pureblood
Nationality: English and French
Place of Birth: Medsford Park, Lancashire
Date of Birth: June 7th, 2058
Age: 17 (updated)
House and Year: Slytherin, 7th (updated)
Spoken Languages: English, French, Romanian.
Relationship Status: Not interested.
Look Description: Ophiuchus finds himself at an enjoyable advantage of being quite tall; quite often he finds himself towering over the other children at Hogwarts and even some adults in public. Although, he isn't obscenely tall but, nevertheless, it adds to his confidence. Aside from his advantageous height, another attention-drawing detail about him could be his ginger hair, which is rather straight and often styling itself into a quiff, or perhaps his pale complexion. His face is rather shrewd and cut into sharp angles, and his eyes rarely ever meet his smile and remain quite cold. Most should and would find him to be both intriguing, visually, and rather handsome. His build is rather lithe and nothing too imposing.
Dressing Style: When not confined to his Slytherin robes, Ophiuchus is fond of wearing an assortment of clothing styles. With a blend of something out of an Oscar Wilde novel and Jack the Ripper, he's fond of long, swishing jackets and blouses of any pale colour, though most often lavender. As for casual wear, again, he'd enjoy any sort of vest or button-up shirt. His normal colour scheme is a combination of blacks, greys and the occasional mauve. Ophiuchus wears a signet ring on his left little finger.
Character Description: To the untrained eye, Ophiuchus might look a bit disinterested or rather tired, but in reality he's quite attentive and very fond of the little details of things. He often takes the time to memorize and remember things, even with crowds he doesn't usually run with, but, this stems from his strict childhood rule of always being polite.
He always the time to be courteous and is almost always seen with a grin or a laugh half-way out his mouth. The young bloke enjoys the company of his friends and isn't keen on dismissing them so easily, but, he often will crave seclusion at times of severe stress, boredom or if he's had an idear.
Otherwise, Ophiuchus is rather normal. He's quite interested in things and has a deep love of plotting things out or knowing the latest gossip, and usually often succeeds in finding out the latest scoop through his charisma. The young Levieux is incredibly friendly and able to strike up conversation at any time of the day.
Quirks: Ophiuchus is a fond lover of fencing.
Strengths: Charismatic. Resourceful. Intelligent. Friendly. Handsome.
Weaknesses: Smoking. Strong-headed. Proud. Deep thinker.
Likes: Smoking, friends, chess, violin, fencing, Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Dislikes: Those against him and his family, rules, and the thought of death.
Wand: Walnut, Dragon heartstring, 13 ¾", obsequious.
Strength: Possesses a flair for curses and hexes.
Weakness: Often finds a deep discomfort and loathing for the art of herbology and has set more than five mandrakes aflame.
Boggart: A broken façade.
Patronus: N/A; Ophiuchus has failed countless times to produce a corporeal patronus.
Patronus Memory: N/A
Family and History
Father: Charles Reginald Levieux
Mother: Henrietta Mathilde nee Carlyle.
Background: The Levieux family dates back to 14th century France as one of the most prosperous and highly respected pureblood families in the Sorciers Fédération, an early French equivalent to the British Ministry of Magic. The Fédération was lead by a system of ancient families and reigned until the coming of the muggle revolution in 1789, which had both wealthy wizarding and muggle families uprooted and destroyed.
The family found itself cast across the channel to the United Kingdom where it quickly took haste in embedding itself into the magical community. While most surviving French families languished and eventually fell to further ruin, the Levieux family did not. They quickly took root in the English soil and raised an admirable house in northern Lincolnshire and later called it "Medsford Park."
The family's prospects greatly changed three years after their settlement, when it had finally succeeded in integrating itself into the English wizarding society and was invited to sit on the Wizengamot, albeit in a lower position. By 1796 their popularity was at an all time high, and the family matriarch, Madame Iréné Levieux, was named Junior-Chief Warlock until her death in 1801. Her son, Ganon Levieux, went on to hold her seat on the Wizengamot, but was not made Junior-Chief Warlock. Ganon's brother, Reginald Levieux III was given a position on the Wizards' Council until his death in 1821.
The family experienced little drama in it's tenure in the spot-light, though in the mid 1830s, it was rumoured that the Levieux family had an ancient library containing various dark texts and artefacts. Of course this rumor was squashed by the iron first of Ganon Levieux--he opened Medsford Park in the spring for a grand ball, where his library was thoroughly paged through by guests curious over the whispered gossip.
Through the centuries, the notable family was known both for it's pure line and unnaturally silent stance on the thought of blood purity, though most assumed they were staunch purists, but this goes unproven. Medsford Park has housed many little Levieux children and taught them well that the family is only to be poised with regality and honour and never anything the opposite. All those who had, or were on their way to doing so, were quietly erased from the family tree.
Ophiuchus Levieux, the sole son of Charles and Henrietta Levieux, has been the subject of many crushes and gossip, although the latter is never anything too cruel or sinister. Being the only heir, he's been propped and styled to be a kind and respectable boy and never found himself in any destructive mischief.
While at Hogwarts, he found himself happily sorted into Slytherin and quickly took to a group of other pureblooded boys, one of which is Caspian Lanchester, a second cousin whom he's bonded quite well with. Ophiuchus himself is a night-owl and never finds himself sleeping, but rather reading or staying up late with his mates.
Instead of spending his sixth year at Hogwarts, Ophiuchus was shipped off to Europe for the summer, parading across the whole continent. Living in Normandy, he vacationed comfortably until his father shipped him off to Cocajaru, a private academy of only 68 students, buried deep within the Carpathian Mountains. Of course there he learned a vast selection of archaic, darker magics, though returned home after turning seventeen in June.