Xenophilius Lovegood

[xenophilius]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Sarah
Gender: Female
Age: 21
E-mail: [e-mail]
Twitter: I do not have one.
Years of RPG Experience: 3.5, returning from a 5 year hiatus
Other: Bom chicka wah wow. removed by staff

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

How did you find us? Recommended by Eve and Elsie from 1950s Magic
What about ISS inspired you to join? I like the layout, and the amount of effort the staff and players put into keeping the game running smoothly
Do you have any suggestions for us? Less confusing rules? Just kidding.

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

Name: Xenophilius Alexander Aurelius Lovegood
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Male
Year: 6th
Face Claim: Paul Walker

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties: I’d like to say I’m ruggedly handsome, but then I’d just be fibbing. Fibbing is bad. So I’ll go ahead and tell it like it is.

The first thing I usually get comments on is my eyes. They’re very blue, you see, and I like to think they pierce people’s souls but really that’s not true; I’m usually just trying to figure out which one of their eyes I should focus on. The right? The left? Both? Maybe the forehead? I dunno. My left eye usually ends up turning in when I think about it too hard, so I don’t really do the whole “eye contact” thing. It just makes me look weird.

I have dirty blonde hair that I’ve always worn short since my dad thinks a clean haircut means I’ll be a clean man, but I’m thinking of growing it out. I’m a little bit concerned, because yesterday I found my first grey. I pulled it out, and guess what happened? I woke up this morning with three more in its place. No lie.

Anyway, I’ve got an oval-ish face with some rather plump cheeks, but I like to think of them as boyishly youthful. My ears stick out a little far for my liking, but that’s okay since I like tugging on them when I’m thinking.

Oh yeah, my ears are usually red. I think a lot.

Physique: I suppose I’m your average sized bloke. I can see over most girls’ heads, if that means anything. I suppose I’d be around 183 cm; that’s about 6’ even, for my American readers. I weigh about 86 kg (or 180 lbs, Yanks), and I know what you’re thinking: “lay off the chocolate frogs, Xeno!” Well friends, my response to that is “Hell no!” There may be a bit more to me than there should be, but I like it. Makes me sturdy, see, so I don’t get carried off in a giant windstorm or snapped in half by a Wrackspurt.

I have a few scar stories I’d like to share with you, so please listen closely. This one on my left shoulder happened when the garden gnomes catapulted me with rocks while I was flying the new Cleansweep Three I got for my fifth birthday. I landed in a way that made my collar bone break through the skin, and after the Healer fixed it I asked him to leave the mark so I could have bragging rights later.

There’s another one on my right calf, from when I was chased by a Dribbledyboot on holiday in Australia. I almost made it up the slope away from the savage beast when it reached out with one of its massive talons and caught me right in the meat of my leg! I couldn’t walk for a month.

But my favourite – and I know you lot’ll like this – is the scar I got from one of my experiments. I wanted to test the theory that Remembralls work fifty times better in the midst of a thunderstorm while wearing the crown of the Tibetan Flufftwit king. I managed to fly high enough for the test, and right as I was about to remember where I had put my toothbrush BAM! I got struck by lightning. I lost control of my broom and ended up crashing face first into the roof of my house. To add insult to injury I broke my nose, then slid down the entire length of the roof on my arse. There are now a few giant scars running all the way down my back and ending on my… well, let’s just say it’s not exactly a part of my body I go showing to the world every day. Only Fridays. But I kind of like you so I can show you right now if you want!


Wand Type: 11 inches, unicorn hair core, holly. Light and springy, good for charms work and repelling the Dark Arts.
Wand Expertise: My magical expertise lies almost solely in my intellectual capabilities. In other words, I’m mediocre at wand magic. But alas, never fear! I am quite gifted in experimental magic and my aim is improving.
Patronus: A Crumple-Horned Snorkack
Boggart: An Australian Dribblydeboot. They may look innocent and fluffy, but watch out for those talons!

Personality: I always hate explaining myself. I know what I’m like and how I tick, so what does it matter? Still, I guess you need to know.

I’m what some people may consider weird. My mum says I’m crazy, but my dad just calls it unique. Either way, I don’t think I function like most normal people. I already told you about my love for experimentation with magic, but I think you should know more about me. I used to travel the world in search of rare and unknown magical creatures. I like to read until I temporarily go blind from the eye strain. I prefer sleeping with my head resting on my cold wood desk as opposed to my pillow. I love the smell of freshly cut radishes.

Despite these quirky, slightly nerdy traits, I’m an avid Quidditch fan. When I was younger (remember the Cleansweep Three I got for my fifth birthday?) I seriously wanted to be a Chaser for the Kenmare Kestrals. I thought they were so cool, with their impossibly fast brooms and the rush from flying and the adrenaline and the glory and… so cool.

Anyway, I got to be about twelve when I realised my flying skills would never quite suffice. I moved on, concerning myself with my studies and experiments. However, when there’s a Quidditch match you bet your arse I’ll be there, cheering on my teams. That crazy man in the stand at the Wigtown Wanderers match in January, wearing noting but broom riding trousers and copious amounts of body paint? Oh yes. It was me.

Let’s see, something else to tell you… I can sometimes be bluntly honest. I think it stems from not quite understanding things the way “normal” people do, so I tend to ask quite a few questions. I feel honest questions receive honest answers, so in the end honesty is the best policy, you see? No, you probably don’t see. That’s okay! Just know that I cannot stand fibbing and I’d rather hear the truth, regardless of how awful it may be.

I really have no clue what I want to do once I leave Hogwarts. I would love to have the same job as my dad, but my artistic skills have never been quite as quality as his. I think I’d still like to travel, searching for more exotic magical creatures and proving the existence of others that my dad has been advocating as real for years. I want to keep experimenting, but something in Quidditch (potentially as a sports writer, or publicist?) would be a great job as well.

Honestly, even with the state of the wizarding community right now, the future – my future – scares me more than anything else.

Likes:
+ QUIDDITCH!
+ Intense reading sessions resulting in temporary blindness and/or unconsciousness
+ Experimenting - take that as you will
+ Magical creatures, and where to find them
+ My Clean Sweep - an oldy but goody
+ Blatant honesty – why fib when honesty is so much cleaner?
+ Uniqueness - translation: oddities
+ Butterbeer
+ Girls
+ Radishes
Dislikes:
– Bland colours
– Getting hurt in the name of experimentation
– Getting mauled by magical creatures
– Confusion
– My left eye going wonky
– Fibbing
– Boring things
– Not getting enough sleep
– Girls
– Rotten radishes

History: April 17th, 1960 – it was a dark and stormy night. Between the streaks of lightning painting the sky and the violent claps of thunder shaking the house, there was another sound. The sound of a woman in labor. Though her perilous cries echoed through the night, it wasn’t until dawn that her journey to motherhood came to an end and there was a new sound taking her place - the sound of an infant wailing, of a new life just entering this world.

NOT!

That was just a test to get your attention. I was actually born in the afternoon on a cloudless day. The birth was simple enough, from what I’ve been told, and less than anything extraordinary. However, I sometimes think I am.

That was another test. See what I did there? Made you believe I think of myself above the rest of you mere common mortals? I don’t, not really. Anyway, on with this story.

I am Xenophilius Alexander Aurelius Lovegood, son of Vertumus and Celeste Lovegood. I’m named Xenophilius after my great-great grandfather on my dad’s side, Alexander from my mum’s father, and Aurelius because that was the name of the dog my parents had before I was born. They loved that dog.

You can call me Xeno. Or Papi.

I was born in the farthest reaches of the East, in the Sultan of Ruhrnhein’s palace – though if you ask my mum she’ll tell you we’re really from Devonshire. I grew up in a medium-sized house surrounded by a not-so-medium sized forest filled with lots of magical creatures. My dad was an illustrator, you see, so his job was sketching these beasts for books and magazines and the like. He also had an intense interest for searching for rare and unknown species, so mum and I spent a lot of time traveling with him all across the world.

My mum sometimes tells me “Papi, he’s crazy for believing in those beasts he looks for.” I remind her that she married him. She tells me to go to my room.

I definitely inherited my dad’s interest in magical zoology, as well as his Ravenclaw thirst for knowledge. I’ve been running amateur experiments ever since I was a little wee man, on everything from the levitation density of enchanted truffles to the curing potion properties of belly lint.

My mum says to me, “Papi, you’re crazy.” I disagree and say it’s brilliance that she can’t understand. She tells me to finish my chores.

Once I got to Hogwarts my life took a turn for the meh, as I now had more resources for my experiments but less access to my beloved magical creatures. I made some friends, scared some people, and all around added a little flair of oddity to the place, but otherwise it’s been smooth sailing. Even the increasingly nauseating distressed state of the wizarding community isn’t so bad for now. I guess. I try to stay neutral. And blissfully ignorant (but only so on this matter).

I’m Xenophilius Alexander Aurelius Lovegood. You can call me Xeno, or Papi. I like long, moonlit walks on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, reading by candlelight, and making myself levitate when I sneeze. And you are…?

Sample Post: Xeno looked up from his telescope, closed his left eye for focus, and used his quill and thumb to count a line across the stars he was studying. Satisfied with his measurements, he placed his eye back on the telescope gazing piece, turning the cylinder and fiddling with the knobs to readjust the focus.

He was giddy with excitement, so much so that he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He had been planning this night for weeks, ever since he had come across the chart from his astronomy text predicting Saturn’s alignment with Canis Major. This day only came once every two-hundred and thirty-nine years, and there was no chance Xeno was about to miss it. Well, there could be ways he would miss it. If he got caught using the Astronomy tower after designated class hours, for instance, or if he was interrupted by some silly fifth years sneaking up to snog.

But Xeno had faith! The Gods were with him tonight, knowing how important it be that his experiment succeed. Proving this worked would make or break his Astronomy grade, and there was no way he would be deterred and leave empty-handed.

Finally happy with all his measurements, Xeno walked over to the table where he had set up a magnifying glass as big as his face. The moonlight shone off the surface, and for extra oomph he fogged the glass with his breath and wiped it to a shine with his sleeve.

Xeno checked the pocket watch his father had given him for his sixteenth birthday. It was silver, with the image of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack engraved on the front. Usually the Snorkack was snarling and clawing, but right now it was curled up into a little ball, sleeping soundly and blissfully unaware of Xeno.

It had to almost be time. He flipped the watch open. Four on the dot.

Taking his wand from his back pocket, Xeno pointed it at the magnifying glass. Focusing with his eyes halfway closed, he silently whispered the memorized incantation.

“Glacies crepito videor!”

A bright light appeared at the end of his wand, growing larger by the second. Xeno closed his eyes against the light, praying that it didn’t attract attention from anyone in the castle that might be looking this way. Once the bright red of his eyelids was gone, he knew it was safe to look. He slowly opened his right eye, not wanting to hope in case his spell hadn’t work. Instead, he had to stop himself from whooping triumphantly.

Sitting in a gilt golden goblet next to the magnifying glass was a heaping mound of ice cream. Xeno had successfully managed to harness the raw power of the heavens to create ice cream. He cautiously dipped his finger into the freezing creation, bringing it to his lips and slowly licking the length of his entire finger.

All his prayers had been answered. It tasted like heaven. And strawberries.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, SARAH, 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.

[Lily Evans]

Your app looks great! However, there's just a little magic word missing from the "Other" section you need to add, that you should find if you read the rules again! I'd be more than happy to accept you as soon as you find and add it ;]

-Najooj

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[xenophilius]

I'm sorry, I got the bit in the other section but by the time I finished swamping through the rules I had no idea where to place it. It is edited.

[Lily Evans]

Accepted!

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