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[Stefan Capper]

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Name: Stefan Scott Capper
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
Year: Fifth
Face Claim: Chris Colfer

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties:

The first thing you notice about Stefan Capper when you look at him is how pale he is. After that, his nose and eyes are the most prominent features on his face. Although ridiculously self-conscious about his nose, Stefan’s nose is upturned and small, and in his opinion, makes him look like a ten-year-old, instead of fifteen, almost sixteen. His eyes he actually likes. They are a deep, bright light blue color with a tinge of gray, and shaped nicely, with a curve, not too narrow, not too big and almond-y. However, his eyelashes are long and curved upwards, and very thick. It is true that they effeminate his face quite a bit, and he usually tries to tone them down by flattening them as often as he can, obviously to no success, one can’t just flatten eyelashes. Above his eyes, his eyebrows are perfectly shaped as well, not too hairy, but boyish enough for him. They are the same color as his hair, a medium brown, and are the part of his body that’s most expressive all of the time. Whether he’s quirking one, or raising both, or frowning on them; one look at Stefan’s eyebrows and you can get an idea of his thoughts. His lips are pretty thin, and very pink, something else that he thinks makes him look girly, and it has happened before that he’s been asked whether he’s wearing lipstick, which bothers him to no end. His ears are pointy at the top, and elfish, in a way, and especially when his hair is styled back, like he’s been doing lately, they are noticeable. The shape of his face can be pretty rounded sometimes, though his jaw has been more prominent this year, and a little dimple on his chin can be seen from time to time. Also, mostly due to the sun, Stefan’s entire face is splattered with tiny light brown freckles, especially around his nose and upper cheeks. His hair, a medium brown and absolutely silky straight, he has always kept in bangs over his forehead, but has taken to brushing back lately, in an attempt at making him look older.

Physique:

Stefan is averagely tall for his age, though admittedly on the shorter half. His entire skin, also alike his face, is absolutely pale, and he cannot physically tan. If he stays in the sun too long, he freckles and burns. This also applies to situations in which he’s done exercise, or is embarrassed, or anything that requires blushing. He’s an easy blusher. His entire cheeks go red in a matter of seconds, and can spread down his neck and chest sometimes, as well. He hates this because people can tell when he’s ashamed or nervous very easily; it makes him vulnerable. When he was little, Stefan used to be a chubby baby. Always small, but chubby. His face was rounder, his belly a little wider, his arms puffier. As he grew up, he lost the baby fat and started working out, eating healthier, and eventually his body became lean at least, though never too muscle-y. He developed some biceps, but that’s it. The part of his body that’s fittest, and hottest, according to some very inappropriate older girl cousins, is his ass. It’s firm and on the small side, unlike most guys’, but Stefan will die from embarrassment if you even mention it to him.

Wand Type: Holly and Unicorn Hair, 11”, flexible
Wand Expertise: Charms, definitely.
Patronus: Zebra
Boggart: He doesn’t know. The only time he was ever faced with one, in third year, he can’t remember what he saw.

Personality:

( Trust me. Read History first to get it. )

To be able to fully understand Stefan, one must first be aware that there are two sides to him:

The Stefan that he became when he was thirteen years of age, and the Stefan after he forgot that.

Before the trauma that triggered the amnesia, Stefan had slowly become sociable. His usually timid and reserved nature had loosened, mostly thanks to Ethan Oakland, who taught him what it was like to have friends, to care for people, to share interests and be able to talk about them. Ever since he was little, Stefan has always preferred to be alone. Not because he didn’t want friends, or didn’t like people, but because it was just easier. He never had the social skills to go up to somebody he didn’t know and introduce himself, and if he could entertain himself alone, then why shouldn’t he? Ethan taught him that sometimes you had to take the first step to get to know somebody. That you have to swallow your pride and accept the other person however they are, with their faults and all, and let them accept you as well, and that’s how the bond is formed. After his friendship with Ethan, Stefan made friends at school, as well. He still wasn’t fully comfortable with being overly eager upon first meeting, but once he gained enough trust with a person, he could open up better. Eager to please and determined to keep up the friends he was making, Stefan obliged with whatever anybody asked of him, though to an extent, and he allowed himself to be carefree.

After the incident, he was back to being ten years old.

Though his brain was functioning properly, he’d lost all recollection of his social life, and that meant that he wasn’t aware of whom he was friends with at school, and who was just trying to make him believe something that didn’t happen. For this reason, Stefan prefers not to try and get his old friends back, which he’d become aware he had only through his mom’s word. He became untrusting with anybody that crossed him, and doubtful of everybody’s words. He hates not knowing what is true and what isn’t, and though he makes an effort to be easygoing and amiable, he mostly ends up being awkward about the situation.

His main characteristic, since he was little up until now, injury or not, is that Stefan has always been calm. Almost nothing shakes him, and he always tries to see the reasoning for a situation. Problems can usually be solved, and if there is no need for loudness, then why should there be? His impulses are very controlled, and he tends to overanalyze the situation before acting upon it, something that people have told him he needs to loosen up with, but he won’t listen. If he thinks thoroughly about his words and actions, he can’t make mistakes. He is deliberate, thoughtful, focused, and steady in almost everything he does. Having to catch up with three lost years of schoolwork, he is very dedicated to classes, and pays attention to teachers and does his homework on time. There are instances that he doesn’t know what to do, and he approaches somebody that can help him out. Being in Ravenclaw, there are plenty of people in his house whom he knows have got the brains and patience to explain to him, and little by little, he gets through his lapses. From time to time, he can remember something. A flick of the wand he’s supposed to make, the words to a spell, small things like that, from his past. Stefan doesn’t enjoy being reserved and somewhat of a loner; he wants to socialize and be accepted, he just doesn’t know how, and isn’t sure if he should. Maybe he’s making the wrong kind of friends, maybe they’re just toying with him because he can’t remember what they could have done before. It’s hard for him to learn to trust somebody, but once he does, he fully does.

Stefan is hesitant and indecisive when it comes to many things, and he usually does need somebody else’s opinion or motivation to be able to make a choice of some sort, somebody that he trusts, of course. Despite what many people think, he likes a good laugh, and when he’s having a flowing conversation with somebody, he can sprout gleeful humor and puns out of nowhere. Another thing about Stefan is that he’s constantly apologizing about everything. Even when things aren’t his fault, the words ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘Forgive me’ leave his lips much often than should be needed. Sometimes, his insecurities win him over, and he enters the state where he thinks he’s just not worth it all. That it would be easier to pretend to be like everybody else, but that passes, eventually, and though by no means he’s going to share his sexuality with anybody, he accepts it himself. As far as Stefan knows, he has zero experience romantically or sexually. He’s never kissed a girl or a boy, never gone out on a date before. It’s harder for him to do so, liking guys, and nobody knowing about it, though he’s sure it can be more than obvious sometimes, and he’s wondered on occasion whether somebody or the other has noticed, from looks or subtle questions he’s been asked. However, every time Stefan thinks about kissing somebody, his mind blocks it out and a fear creeps up his spine. He has absolutely no idea why this happens, and it frustrates him to no end that he feels this way; it should be good, it should be something wonderful, a kiss, and he wants it, until he thinks about it.

Being gay, Stefan has become open and absolutely tolerant to everything and everybody, even if their actions are not what he would like, he tries not to judge by appearance. Because who knows what’s going on behind the mask; if somebody knows about keeping a secret, it’s him. He hates any type of prejudice, blood status, sexuality, race; hates it. However, Stefan can be naive about many things, sometimes, which has to do with the fact that his three years of experience were all but erased from his mind. Also on that subject, he sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night from terrible nightmares; the ones that induce sweat and squirming and sometimes screaming, and not once does he remember what the dream was about. It’s hard, filling in blanks for himself, not trusting anybody else to do that for him, but he has no other choice, and he’s determined to live his life normally, treated the same as others, and hopefully get through it all.

Likes:
+ Creating
+ Painting
+ Chewing on things
+ Curly hair
+ Tall people
+ Being included
+ Observing people
+ Smelling things
+ Massages
+ Romance

Dislikes:
– Dancing
– Kissing
– Snow
– People assuming he knows things
– Being treated differently
– Prejudice
– Being pressured into things
– Intolerance
– Not remembering something
– Nightmares

History:

1958

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“Do you, Stefan Capper, take Christiana Illingworth as your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.”
“And do you, Christiana Illingworth, take Stefan Capper as your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
“Then by the power of the Church, I declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The wedding took place in a small chapel near the town where the couple had been living together for the past two years, in Brighton. It was a small ceremony, with only their family and closest friends attending, and it went flawlessly. They had been engaged for a year, and together since they were out of Hogwarts. And now, married and with a happily ever after on the way, they left the church to their honeymoon suite in Paris, clichéd as it may be; Christiana liked cliché.

1961

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“When?”
“February, if all goes as planned.”
"Boy or girl?"
"We don't know."

Three years went by since the marriage, and Christiana was soon expecting a child. Her stomach was bloated by December, and all the Christmas pictures that were sent out included extra space for the child under the woolly sweaters and scarves, and flushed cheeks from the cold and the hot chocolate. Stefan had insisted that if it was a boy, he were to be named after him. A family tradition, he said, for five generations now, and since Christiana happened to like the name, she could do nothing but agree. If it was a girl, she’d be called Ainsley. But months passed, and the parents refused to be informed of the gender of the incoming baby, which was an extra trouble for the friends attending the baby shower, since the gifts had to be unisex in case the gender went either way. They wanted it to be a surprise, an extra affirmation that they would love this baby unconditionally, no matter if it was a girl, or a boy.

1962

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“Darling, if you don’t shut up right now, I’m going to shove this ball down your throat.”
“Yes, okay, we’re almost there, keep squeezing it. Relax, you’ll be fine.”
“I am fine. You’re the one who’s shaking!”
“My baby’s on the way, alright? I’m allowed to be nervous.”
“I’m the pregnant one!”

It was Valentine’s Day of 1963 when Stefan Capper Jr. was brought into the world. It was midday, and the wards were thankfully mostly free. He was born tiny and flushed pink, and surprisingly calm and quiet, a trait that would develop over the years, unknown to his parents at the time. Christiana held her boy in her arms as her husband looked on, pale and sweaty from the stress. Stefan looked up at his parents with wide, black eyes, curious, and silent. They took him home to their small house in Brighton three days later, where his nursery was already set up in a soft yellow color. Relatives visited, photographs were taken; love was in the air. All throughout this, Stefan remained uncharacteristically calm for a newborn baby, and slept almost through every night.

1967

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“What are you building, sweetie?”
“A castle for the princess.”
“What about the broomstick game you were playing with daddy earlier?”
“No. I like making castles.”

Stefan was five years old, and already was he giving signs of being an ingenious mind. His favorite pastimes were making any sort of creations. Whether it be simple contraptions that usually didn’t work, or building towers from his blocks, or drawing pictures, he was always wanting to come up with new ideas. He was a timid, quiet boy, and though he socialized with cousins and boys and girls his age from his parents’ friends’ children, he mostly stayed to the side and observed them, rather than joining in. If Christiana wasn’t one hundred percent sure that her son was alright mentally, she would have worried about his constant daydreaming. Around that age, he also developed things that would become habits of his later on in life; chewing on random objects, humming to himself, and smelling things. His first signs of magic appeared at around the age of seven, with a few spark here or there; overall, he was a pretty normal little boy.

1973

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“Where are you going in September, then?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“But why?”
“I just can’t.”
“Okay...I’m going to miss you.”
“Me too.”

The summer before Stefan was going off to Hogwarts, finally, a muggle family moved next door in their mixed neighborhood. The youngest son was his own age, if a little older, and it was just one of those friendships that just bloomed over the first meetings. Ethan was everything Stefan wanted to be. He was tall, confident, and knew what he was doing all of the time. Stefan even went through a phase in which he wanted to dye his hair blonde just like him, but his mother talked him out of it. They spent almost every afternoon together, most of the time talking, or looking at muggle books and magazines that Ethan brought him, watching movies, cooking meals. They were best friends before the summer was over, and Stefan couldn’t tell him where he was going, and miraculously, his friend accepted that with a shrug and a promise to write. It was a new experience for Stefan, having a friend. He didn’t know it could be so good, feel so good, and feel so bad leaving him. But it did. He arrived at the castle as usual, timid, and keeping to himself mostly, unless somebody approached him, and then trying his best to be outgoing, and mostly failing.

1975

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“I think it looks good that way.”
“How can it look good? It’s cropped, Stefan.”
“Yes, but it suits you.”
“Well...thanks.”

It was Christmas again, and Stefan was home for the holidays in the middle of his third year at Hogwarts. Two days after the dinner feast, he was out in the snow with Ethan, catching up, talking about nothing and everything, cheeks flushed from the snow and sitting in a swing set in the park in front of their houses. They were discussing Ethan’s new haircut, and Stefan was feeling lightheaded for some reason. He didn’t understand what his friend didn’t like about the new style. It looked great, as usual. Ethan looked great. He hadn’t seen him in four months and he’d changed a lot. He was taller, for starters. They stopped talking for a while, and suddenly Ethan grabbed his hand. Stefan looked at it, surprised, but not uncomfortable, and looked at him curiously. The blond didn’t say anything for a moment, just staring back at him. Then he said he didn’t want him to leave again, and Stefan didn’t reply, because he was making him at loss for words in a good way. He wasn’t sure what it meant. Ethan leaned in, then, and kissed him. Stefan blinked a few times, surprised once more, but said nothing. Ethan asked him if he liked that. He said yes. Then he kissed him again. And then there were shouts and footsteps running, and the two boys were pulled apart by older teenagers shouting things at them. Fags, homos, queers, and Stefan was thrown back onto the ground, as he shouted for Ethan. But the men were hitting him, and Ethan was crying out in pain, and the men didn’t stop, didn’t listen to Stefan as he yelled and screamed, and he tried to stand up but one of them kicked him and he hit his head against the side of the swing set and knocked out.

When he woke up, he had no recollection of the last three years of his life.

1976

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“I appreciate your concern, Professor.”
“I understand the importance. I will personally make sure that Stefan does not suffer academically.”
“You can notify me or my husband any time.”
“I certainly shall, Mrs. Capper.”

Stefan was back at Hogwarts for his fourth year. He had received Wizarding medical care for months and months, but the healers could do nothing for his memory. His condition was labeled as retrograde amnesia, caused by a traumatic experience along with an irreparable head injury. The amount of memories that had been wiped or blocked depended on the case, and for Stefan, since the summer of 1973, his mind was blank, up until now. In a way, Christiana thought as she worried herself to sleep every night, the positive effect of it was that he had no memory of Ethan Oakland. And if he didn’t remember Ethan Oakland, he wouldn’t remember his best friend, he wouldn’t remember the state in which they’d found his dead body, or the fact that he was gay. It hurt to think about it that way, but neither parents wanted their son to be gay. They didn’t want him to suffer for it, like Ethan had. They didn’t want life to be harder for him than it was. They were protecting him, they convinced themselves. They didn’t mention his friend, and Stefan was unaware of his existence. Small, irrelevant memories could be triggered, but absolutely nothing that the healers tried worked to sprout any recollection of his social life whatsoever. Not at Hogwarts, not out of it. Stefan went back to school with a clean slate for him, suspicious and doubtful, not knowing whom to trust, barely remembering how to use his wand, the simplest spells...

1977

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“Have you ever had a girlfriend, Stefan?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t like girls.”

The words were out of his mouth before he knew he’d said them, and Stefan was left to wonder over where they had come from for the remainder of his summer before his fifth year. The conviction with which he’d said them confused him, but the more he mulled over the fact, the more sense it seemed to make. His younger cousin had been asking a simple question, and the answer had been far from it. Stefan had never been aware of his tastes. Never before had a girl caught his eye, or had he wanted one, but neither had he wanted boys. He’d supposed he just wasn’t social that way, but it was something more than that. There was something missing and he didn’t know what it was. The fact of what that made him reinforced itself in his mind when he got back to school, and he paid more attention to people of the same gender, and compared it to his thoughts about girls. One month in, and he was certain of the fact that he was gay. Stefan didn’t say it out loud, he didn’t tell anybody, nobody asked, and something, an instinct, told him not to voice it. That it was bad to tell somebody else. Besides, he had never heard of another gay person in the whole school. If people knew, it would be worse, he convinced himself. And with that in mind, he went on.


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