FAIRFAX, matthew

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Marissa
Gender: female
Age: 17
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: nonexistent!
Years of RPG Experience: Ummm, four months? Five?
Other: [Removed by Staff]

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{ Q U I C K . Q U I Z }

How did you find us? My loverly bestie Ellie sent me a link a long while ago and insisted I join the fun. I did.
What about ISS inspired you to join? My Harry Potter world obsession
Do you have any suggestions for us? Nada… ninguin?

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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Matthew Toivo Fairfax
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Year: 5th
Face Claim: Justin Bartha

Canon or Original? Originalll

Facial Properties: Matthew has quite an interesting face. The shape itself is oval-like, but it’s blunt like a square by his chin, which is often covered in a little bit of stubble. He has a quiet mouth when he’s thinking, forming a little bit of a frown. But often he’s smiling that adorable grin of his, causing his eyes to light up. His eyes are the same color of blue as the middle of the sky at about four or five o’clock in the summer; a deep, beautiful blue like the sea. His nose is of average size and triangular shape. His ears stick out a little, so he looks kind of like he could play an elf in a muggle Christmas special. Luckily, this fact doesn’t bother him too much. He has great hair to distract from that fact. It’s brown and often spiked a little in the front. While he doesn’t seem to care about appearances, he pulls off the good looks pretty well.
Physique: Matthew is happy with his height of 6’2”. He enjoys towering over a few of the guys, but he’s not tall enough to intimidate anyone too much. Thanks to his interest in sports both muggle and magical, he has a little bit of a muscular build, but it’s evened out with the amount of food he eats. Oddly enough though, he still manages to stay fit and good looking for the ladies.

Wand Type: 11 3/4” Oak with Unicorn Hair
Wand Expertise: Excellent with Charm work
Patronus: Chickadee
Boggart: His friends, dead

Personality:

Matthew is a social butterfly. He loves talking to people, making jokes, and flirting. He enjoys the attention he can get, and likes to spread it around, boosting the self esteem of others. He’s funny and sarcastic. He can easily blend into any group of people. Matt acts like a people magnet, and he knows that those that come to him for anything, advice, cheering up, or simply a good laugh, are completely worth his full attention. He can be a bit cocky and arrogant at times, but he really is a softy at heart. He’s undiscriminating, but he can be unforgiving, depending on the severity of the act against him or someone else.

While he loves to flirt, Matt rarely commits to a girlfriend. One reason is how possessive girls get once they have him in their clutches, leaving him completely unable to chat with anyone of the opposite sex, ever. Well, that is, until he’s forced to break up with the girl, with is the other problem. After so much conversation and really getting to know a person, dating doesn’t seem like the best idea to Matt. Dating often ended with heartbreak and loss in the school world and Matt hates hurting those he’s close to. He believes it better to let them continue wishing than to crush their hopes completely, even if he likes them back. He’s biding his time, for now, to see if fairytales really do exist. Only a few of his closest friends know his real reasons for not dating every girl, but the rest of the world believes him a tease.

Matthew appreciates history. While he doesn’t spend hours studying it, he has a pretty good grasp of it, both muggle and wizarding, ancient and recent. His favorite part of muggle history is that he can often find remnants of its events in museums and, his favorite places, the flea markets. Even an old watch could have survived in an era like the potato famine of the 19th century and ended up on a vender’s table. Matt often bought these trinkets and, to the less important ones, often revamped them with magic to make something useful to him. He once magicked an old Prussian hat to change colors depending on the mood of the wearer. Well, perhaps not entirely useful, but definitely entertaining. The more fascinating things he found, however, went into a special box that he kept in his trunk. Sometimes he’d take out the box to just look at them, and wonder about the lives they might have lived.

The main difference between him and his now graduated sister was their opinions on school life. While Catherine worked hard for hours and hours on studying for tests, she kept a minimal social life. How she had a life at all was still unknown to Matt. He preferred the opposite order of things by doing as little work as possible it would take to maintain average marks. Luckily for Matthew, he seems to have also inherited his mother’s intellect, because that little bit of work earned him marks clipping the heels of the smartest people in the school. He became the definition of the phrase: “Work smarter, not harder.” This is one of the reasons he can get a little conceited at times, but he doesn’t really care that much for grades. The only potentially school related thing he likes to do is writing. Mostly they’re stories, exaggerated from daily occurrences, like a conversation at breakfast or a situation he’s in. It helps him figure things out when things get messy in his life.

Likes:
+ Flirting
+ Old things: He appreciates their history
+ Staying up all night, thinking
+ Peaceful, falling rain
+ Quidditch
+ Reading (Mystery, Fantasy, Horror)
+ Writing
+ Being surrounded by Friends
+ All types of music
+ Writing/Being Creative
+ Muggle Movies
+ Giving Advice
+ Eating
Dislikes:
– Feeling out of control
– Homework
– Undeserved Arrogance
– Awkward people/situations
– Unfair Advantages
– Being too busy
– His Birthday: too much attention on himself for no good reason
– Lackluster days
– Waking up Early
– Arguing
– Feeling Venerable/Alone
– Dancing

History:

Mary Beck was a simple girl as far as children go. She was quiet and adorable. She liked to brush her doll’s hair and collect flowers in the fields. She was considered a bright girl in the town of Upper Flagley. Yes, life was normal for Mary, until her eleventh birthday, when she discovered that she wasn’t just a normal girl; she was a witch. Her parents, both muggles, were shocked at the previously unimaginable abilities that their daughter had. It all seemed so impossible, but as good parents, they learned to accept her for who she was. As it turned out, Mary had a high aptitude for magic and she quickly became distinguished in her year. After graduating, Mary took interest in helping with the Department of Magical Transport. After a few years of secretarial work for very little pay, she became part of the Floo Network Authority office, where she became very successful with tracking and public relations. She spent hours working overtime, trying to do everything she could. She became a workaholic who loved what she did; A dangerous combination.

David Fairfax did not have the same happy childhood as Mary. He grew up in a pureblood family, taught that if you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself. His family acted regal in public places and often dragged David to social events for showing off and soon was forced to play with the other pureblood family children. He was brought up to be a strong individual in the masses. Naturally, when David came to Hogwarts, he was sorted into Slytherin. He ruled over his friends, and learned how to have fun. He made enemies, but he didn’t care what they had to say. His intelligence also put him in the spotlight, but not as much as his power of persuasion. After his graduation, this propelled him to high places in the Ministry. After years and years, he finally landed himself a job in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. In his eyes and everyone else’s, he was a major success, but he wanted more.

Elevators happen to be magical places, in both the magical and nonmagical worlds. Everyday, a person has to ride it to the different floors of the Ministry Building. Elevators are places of forced social interaction. A conversation could spark between the ground floor and the destination, or in Mary and David’s case, eyes could meet. After only a couple more rides down, David had become enthralled with her; her face, her laugh, everything. As he always had in the past, David took control of his own fate, and within two years, they were engaged. He didn’t care that she was muggleborn. In fact, he loved it. It was the perfect rebellion against his family at the time. They moved to Fairfax together. A while later, their first-born daughter, Catherine Fairfax, was in their arms, and four years later came Matthew. After few years, however, the feeling of vengeance wore off in David Fairfax’s mind. He found himself married to a woman he no longer loved. After she figured all of this out, she left him and the country, leaving him the house and the kids to finish raising himself. It’s not that she didn’t care. No, she couldn’t stand seeing him in their eyes any longer. David continued working with the Ministry, leaving his children at home with a nanny everyday, so he rarely saw them, except at meals. The pureblood community re-accepted him after hearing his stories about “enchantments and potions.” They believed him immediately.

Matthew and his sister lived harmoniously, it was kind of hard not to, when being the only two people in the house under ten. When she got older, she started staying over at other friends’ houses for the weekend, leaving Matthew with the nanny. While he hated her rules, she was his only source of motherly love since the age of three. She had his respect. Within a few years, Catherine was at Hogwarts nearly year round, where she apparently had the same aptitude as her mother for magic. By excelling tremendously, she would be forever leaving Matthew in the shadow of greatness.

After only a few days of loneliness, Matthew decidedly ventured out of his dark, empty home and began making friends with the muggle children down the street, the muggles that his father frowned upon. With them, he learned to play nonmagical sports like soccer and baseball and loved them. Using a few of the ideas that he had learned from his father’s childhood social life, he became well-liked by his peers for his independence and winning personality. A feeling of accomplishment filled Matt with every new friend and every new adventure. His cravings for attention were satisfied and a sense of rebelliousness was formed against his father with his love of friendships with his muggle friends. He was a disappointment to his father. Matthew didn’t care.

After receiving his Hogwarts letter, Matthew continued to make friends, but this time, of the wizarding world. They were the same, Matthew realized partway through his first year, with or without magic. He started to flirt with girls in his third year, though only having very few official girlfriends. The life he had, switching between muggle and wizarding kind, made him happy, even if everyone else frowned upon his troublesome game.


Sample Post:

A light breeze drifted through the small English town of Upper Flagley that pleasantly sunny June afternoon. In this town lived the Fairfax family, one of the wealthier families in the area, in one of the largest houses. The world outside the house often felt the snootiness that seemed to reside there, thanks to their lack of activity in the community. The mother and father both supposedly worked for a large company in another country and were often gone, although they had been rarely spotted leaving the house. The only one who seemed to venture out of the mansion was their son, the handsome Matthew Fairfax.

Among the many muggles that walked the clean, concrete sidewalks, was Matthew, heading for the outskirts where the annual muggle flea market was held. In his pocket jingled a small pouch with a handful of muggle bills and coins that he had been saving in a box back in his bedroom since he left for Hogwarts the previous fall. Summer break had just begun, meaning freedom from homework and tests and essays that would never be worth knowing. While Matthew would admit that not everything was pointless, some of it truly was. For example, when would he ever have to change a small rodent into a glass? And who would even want to drink from the rabid thing? But whether or not it was useful or not didn’t seem to matter anymore. Matthew was now free to do as he liked these next three months. As for today, the tables and booths of knickknacks and antiques were calling his name.

The potential findings of the search were endless. A booth could sell anything from an interesting hat to an old pocket watch that still kept time, despite the years of hardship it probably endured. Muggles kept the strangest things, but as the saying goes one man’s trash is another’s treasure. Matthew loved to collect the old, and, with magic, even the worthless could be recreated into something extraordinary. However, the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, or lack of fun, in Matthew’s opinion, kept him from actually following through on any of his ideas until the start of term in September. It was one of the few reasons he didn’t mind going back to school.

What freedom Matthew did have, however, had enough great possibility to keep him occupied. Opportunity lurked everywhere, even, he quickly noted as he scanned the flea market, standing behind the third table to his left. There. The girl selling the miniature porcelain elephants. The stunning beauty and the smile of the booth’s cashier caught his eye immediately. Her perfect curled blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, defining her round face that formed dimples as she smiled and handed an old man his change. As he wandered off with his newly claimed bag of cheaply priced figurines, Matthew casually strolled along the line of tables decorated with junk, pausing at hers to examine an elephant painted like a forest of brilliantly painted trees in the midst of autumn. “How much?” he asked, looking up into her eyes. Her blue eyes. She quickly gave him the price, eager for another sale. He nodded and straightened up. “And for your name?” He gave one of his well-known grins as she blushed slightly. “Anne Lewis,” was her flattered reply as he gave her the appropriate money for the figure. “Then, I hope we meet again, Anne.” He said with a wink as he took the elephant in one hand, the girl’s hand in the other. The blushing became more prominent as he let go and walked out of sight, putting the elephant carefully in his pocket. It would probably be something Violet would like, he thought wistfully. The object was merely a reason to talk to the girl, but it also seemed to be a nice trinket. The opportunity had been taken, and the potential for a wonderful summer seemed to be in his hands, at last.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, MARISSA, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Andromeda Black]

^{*squeals over Justin Barthaaaaa and gushes about how much she looooved Riley in National Treasure*}

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I mean...

Accepted!