Jonathan Claude Dorny

[jonathandorny]

it is suggested
that you read Jon's history,
then come back to the
beginning and read
the whole thing through,
for easier comprehension

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

Name: Jonathan Claude Dorney
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Year: Sixth
Face Claim: Jonathan Groff (homg I love him so much I can't stop drooling right now)

Canon or Original? Canon (minor character)

Facial Properties:

i got my eyes * Light blue eyes that seem more like they're gray used to be framed by his long, wavy, brown hair. But there was some trouble in the English airport when Claude's plane landed... They didn't want to let a hippie through the border, even though he already had a passport! So they insisted he cut his hair. And that was the death of Claude Dorny. Now, Claude's back to going by his first name, Jonathan, until his hair grows back. And he's not going to grow it by magic, either. It's his punishment for letting The Man dictate an aspect of his life.

gimme a head with hair * But before that incident, Claude Jon had been really proud of his hair. Long hair, to him, was a sign of non-conformity. It was wonderful and beautiful because it was natural. Now, though, it's much shorter. He likes to part it on the right, and usually some hair sweeps across his forehead. The hair at the back comes about to his neck, but it waves more than curls, naturally, so Jon's hair rarely looks the same two days in a row.

i got my nose * In profile, Jonathan's nose almost appears very right-triangular. It's not pointy, but it is decidedly pointed, if that makes any sense at all. The top of his nose -- the bridge, if you will -- is a bit flat.

i got my mouth * Jon's lips are on the thinner side, but somehow they manage to stay a nice pink-reddish color, and they rarely get chapped. This is probably due to the fact that Jon drinks a lot of water ["It's Mother Nature's gift to the parched soul."]
His lips frame those pearly-whites that Jon is a bit proud of. He was lucky in that he was born with a naturally straight set of teeth. He's careful to take good care of them to maintain their brilliant color.

ain't got no pimples * Jon also got lucky in that he rarely entertains facial blemishes. Sure, they pop up occasionally, but those are few and far between. His older brother's the same way -- it's just in their blood.

Physique:

i got my tits, i got my heart, i got my soul, i got my back * Jon isn't super in shape -- he's never been able to enjoy competitive sports like those around him. He can appreciate athletics well enough, but he doesn't like the rivalry that they can foster. Jon is of a slight build -- not skinny, but slight. He's also slightly broad-shouldered, and, if he wanted to, he could easily build up some muscle. But he doesn't. However, he's not weak. Sometimes, Jon attempts a bit of Yoga -- he used to do it with his older brother when they were younger -- and that has strengthened his core a great deal... It's just not extremely noticeable to anyone living outside his body.

i got my ass! * And Jon isn't super tall; he's about 5'9" to 5'10".

Wand Type: hawthorn, 10". Reasonably springy. The core is unicorn tail hair [obtained humanely, of course.]
Wand Expertise: To be honest, Jon's found that his wand is pretty much the same at everything. Well, it's a bit easier to cast certain charms like Cheering Charms. And it's awful at any Defense Against the Dark Arts spell... or maybe that's just because Jon hates that class so much. Who knows?
Patronus: Bald Eagle, like that of the United States. Because Jon isn't anti-American, he's just anti-government.
Boggart: Himself, standing over a dead body with a gun in his hand.

Personality:

when the moon is in the seventh house

I've always loved Astrology, man. The planets are so fantastically beautiful, and Mother Nature has revealed to us how we can work with her to predict and guide our lives. It's wonderful, really. Astronomy at Salem was my favorite class, and it'll probably be the same, here. A class devoted to stargazing? Sign me up!

ain't got no mind

Besides Astronomy, though, school doesn't interest me much. Care of Magical Creatures isn't always bad, but I can't stand it when living things are caged up. See, learning is all well and good, but it's the way teachers tend to teach. Classrooms stifle the mind and your creativity. Uniforms are just one more way for The Man to lump you in with everyone else, and we're not like everyone else, man. School is really just a tool the government uses to try and tell us what to do. They wanna make puppets of us. So yeah, I did my best to enlighten my teachers at Salem, and I'll do the same thing here. Abolish the dress-code that I've heard exists, and have all classes outside, where we can be one with Mother Nature and at peace with ourselves. That, my friend, is the ideal learning environment.

peace will guide the planet

Peace is a very important concept to me, but it is very hard for me to explain why. Well, how about this... Nature is beautiful, and it is sacred. All parts of nature are sacred, from the smallest, most delicate insect to the life-giving sun in the sky that sheds light and illuminates the dark shadows hiding in the corners. Thus, people are sacred, and all people are created equal under God. Can any, one person do much more than another? Even magic folk compared to non-magic -- underneath, we are all the same. Blood runs through our veins. Our hearts beat steady. We love, we laugh, we cry, we wonder. People are people are people, and we are all precious. So then, why do some insist that we are not? That some are worth more than others? That it's worth fighting each other, that it's worth killing each other? It's not, man. It's not. All this fighting over who's worth more and who's more important -- it's all pointless. It's pointless. Love yourself, love your neighbor, and accept the world as it is: beautiful.

love will steer the stars

Loving is much easier than most would have you believe. Once you love yourself, loving others is the most natural thing in the world. Everyone needs to be loved, everyone has that carnal desire. And don't listen to the Establishment's crap that you need to be married, you need to be promised to each other, you need to love each other. I love everyone, man, and I love the human body. It's beautiful. And you know what else? Don't buy The Man's lie that we need clothes. We don't. The human body is magnificent. It's intricate and delicate and there's nothing else like it in the Universe. That's why, when I meditate, I've found that my mind is the most clear when I have nothing distracting me, and that includes the rub of synthesized material on my skin. So yeah, I like to meditate naked. It's freaking glorious, friend. You should try it, sometime. The sun on your exposed skin heightens every sense, and it's a completely other-worldly experience. Why else do you think making love is so beautiful?
Yeah, society wants us to think that we need to limit ourselves to one person for the rest of our lives. They want us to think that the most basic and natural expression of love should be restricted, should be caged. And that's not the way it should be, man! Free love. Free love. We are human, and we are animals, too. And in this glorious circle of life here on Earth, we humans are the only ones who demonize the most fantastic experience we will ever have. Free love, man. Free love.

i do believe in love

Having said that, though, I do believe that there are some souls who are just made for each other. I've seen it happen, and when it does, it is beautiful. There's nothing else like it. I haven't found that one soul, yet, but I'm excited to see what the gods have in my future. I know that he or she will be worth the wait, and I know that he or she will be perfect.

NOTE: I don't know how I can get Jon to say this himself, so I'll say it. He would be the perfect boyfriend. He hasn't been in a serious enough relationship, yet, so he doesn't know it, himself. But when he finds a girl -- or guy, he's willing to follow fate's path for him -- he really, really likes, he would never do anything to hurt her. Even if she didn't want to have sex with him, he wouldn't cheat on her. And that's saying a lot. Hah.

i got laughs, sister

In the meantime, while I wait, I'm content with the life I've been given. Every day, I find one more thing to be joyful about. Because, friend, every day is a gift, and every day is beautiful. Maybe it's the sound of the rain splashing against one blade of grass, maybe it's the look of a beam of sunshine coming through the trees, maybe it's just a bee flitting from flower to flower, but it is beautiful. It's beautiful.

i got million dollar charm, cousin

And I like to share my enlightenment with everyone I meet, too. I love people -- I love their hearts, I love their strengths, and I love their faults, too. I love talking to them, learning where they come from and what they believe. Because the human soul is intricate and complicated, and it, too, is beautiful. And even if I'm talking to someone with whom I disagree on basically everything, they, too, are precious, and they are magnificent. And I'll probably tell them that, too.

mystic crystal revelation, and the minds to liberation

And man, can I have some righteous conversations when I'm tripping, man. But that's yet another thing The Man would have me not do. He doesn't want me to expand my mind, expand my horizons. He wants to cage us. He doesn't want free thought, he wants me to think exactly like him. Well screw that, man! Because you know what? There are certain gifts of God that allow you to see things differently, that provide an alternate way of viewing life. And The Establishment tries to say that they're made by the devil, that they corrupt our minds, but it's not true, man! Sure, there are some things like speed that are a bad scene, and I know that. Man, addiction is hell, and only idiots willingly slave to it. But LSD? Marijuana? Those are guides; they're teachers, they're friends, they're practically Tribe members, man. And you would understand if you would only reach out and take a test run. I'm not gonna force you, friend, but you're seriously missing out, because acid trips are yet another unique and beautiful part of this glorious world.

Likes:
+ nature
+ God
+ peace
+ love & free love
+ mind expansion
+ freedom & freedom of expression
+ equality
+ long hair
+ hugs
+ meditation
Dislikes:
– the Establishment
– puppets of The Man
– short hair
– rules
– bigotry & prejudice
– war & violence
– addiction
– alcohol
– winter [he appreciates the beauty, he just doesn't like the cold]
– exclusivity & elitism

History:

Jonathan Claude Dorny was born on a crisp fall morning in 1960 to Ben and Rachel Dorny of California, two American muggles with English blood running through their veins. When he arrived, he already had one older brother, George, who was eight years older than him. Yeah, the Dornys hadn't been planning on having another child. But hey! Who were they to argue with God's timing?

Jonathan spent his entire childhood looking up to George. And George was old enough to realize the responsibility and power that came with being an older brother. And while he did sometimes exploit it, he did love his little brother, and he taught him everything he knew about everything. Yes, the Dornys were an average, middle-class, suburban, American family... until the the summer of 1967, also known as the Summer of Love. Because two very important things happened to the Dorny brothers.

In 1967, George was only fifteen. But he was fifteen! He was old enough to make his own decisions, old enough to be his own person. He was old enough to decide that he wanted to attend the Be-In in San Francisco with his friends, and he was going to do it whether his parents approved, or not (they didn't, by the way.) So George left home the day school let out, and he didn't look back all summer. Meanwhile, Jonathan was left to his own devices. He was so used to George's company and watchful eye, he didn't know what to do with himself. Some weird things started happening around the house, things that the seven-year-old Jonathan couldn't explain. He didn't know it yet, but he was a wizard. By the time George returned at the end of the summer, Ben and Rachel were entirely fed up with their youngest son -- they believed that he had turned into a troublemaker who didn't know when was enough, all ready! They thought that he had been lying the entire summer about who had broken the vase, who had taken all the cookies, who had pulled up Rachel's garden, because all those things had happened when Jonathan had been angry, so of course it was him! Who else could it have been? The couple had been eagerly awaiting George's return, hoping that he'd be able to talk some sense back into his little brother; he'd always been the more responsible one, anyway.

But George came back a different person. Now he didn't want to be called George, he wanted to be called... Berger. Berger, like a burger with lettuce and cheese and tomatoe, except that this was supposed to be a name, not a lunch. Ben and Rachel were beyond stunned. Their son -- their perfect son -- had become a... had become a... had become a hippie. And, try as they might to protect their youngest from George's horrid new ideals and morals, Jonathan had always looked up to George, and now was no different. So, Berger taught Jonathan -- who he started calling by his middle name, Claude, because it sounded more organic -- everything his new-found friends shared with him. Berger explained the idea of a tribe to Claude, people who care about you and who love you and who would die for you. They were better than family, he said. And Berger told Claude that there were few things in this world that were important, but the things that were important were worth talking about. Among those, Berger said, the most important was love. And not just free love, though that one was very enjoyable too, apparently, but love. Mutual respect of everything. Not just of people, but of the Earth. Of Mother Nature. Respect of the world and its beauty, respect that everything came from her and that everything shall return to her. Of course, people were important, too. And that was why Berger told him that violence was never, ever, ever the answer to anything. Because human life was sacred, even if it was the life of the highest, most corrupt Man in a seat of power, his life was sacred, too. And so was anyone else's, even if they disagreed. So, through George Berger, Jonathan Claude became a hippie, too. And that was how they lived...

...until Berger was old enough to be in the draft.

In 1970, Berger turned eighteen. If the Dornys had had enough money, they could've paid Berger's way into college, and he would've been safe. But they didn't have enough money, and Berger didn't want to give anymore money to The Man, anyway, and he already knew everything he needed to. Berger should have had one more year in high-school, but he'd been expelled because he'd freely expressed his opinions one time too many times. Berger did not want to fight the Vietnamese. It wasn't that he sided with them, or anything -- he didn't take sides. But Berger was a pacifist, and he believed that life was sacred, and he was not going to be The Man's puppet and kill for him. He was not going to be used by the Establishment, man! So he was all for avoiding the draft; if it'd been up to him, he would've taken to the streets with his Tribe, living from day to day, getting their kicks when they could afford them and freely loving each other until the End of Days... But it wasn't up to him. Because even though his parents hated that he was a hippie and they didn't understand him, they understood that, should he go into war, he would die. Because Berger would stick to his guns, would refuse to shoot anything, and so, he'd be shot. And the Dornys couldn't stomach the idea of their eldest son dying in battle - especially when refusing to shoot was such a wimpy way to go, anyway. So they put George on a plane and they sent him to England, to live with a grandparent he'd never met before. England was safe -- they were staying out of the Americans' war, so there was no threat that their little George would be drafted. So, Jonathan was left alone, with his parents, missing Berger terribly.

The two brothers wrote each other constantly, and Berger shared the joys of living in England. He'd been able to quickly find another Tribe to accept him and take him in, and Grandpa Dorny was far too old to bother keeping tabs on his grandson, so Berger was usually left to his own devices. Berger was having the time of his life. Also, he casually threw in, he was going to be a father. ... The Dorny parents were not happy at all. Berger had knocked up this righteous girl named Jeanie, see, and she was going to keep their baby. They were planning on naming her Meadow. No, they weren't in love, so no, they were not going to get married, but couldn't his family just be happy for him? It was at that point, that the Dornys decided to give up on George Berger. If he wanted to ruin his life, he should be goddamn free to, right? At a certain point in a young man's life, he needs to start taking responsibility for his actions. The Dorny parents washed their hands of their eldest son, maintaining only polite but relatively indifferent correspondence whenever he wrote them. Claude, however, continued to write his brother, wishing he could be there, with him.

And then, when Claude was eleven, the most incredible thing happened to him; a funny-looking old man visited the Dorny home and told them that their youngest boy was a wizard. Of course, they didn't believe him at first, and when he turned Rachel's favorite love-seat into a tortoise, they were worried he'd slipped them some LSD and were therefore hallucinating, but, eventually he convinced them he was telling the truth. The old man wanted Jonathan -- Claude, he had to keep reminding him -- to attend Salem Institute in New York, so he could learn magic. Claude, torn because he wanted to stay in California with his Tribe but extremely excited at the prospect of being able to perform magic, did the only thing that made logical sense, anymore. He wrote to Berger, who was ecstatic. I always knew you were special, Claude, he'd fondly written. This is a gift from God above and Mother Earth below, little bro. It'd be foolish to not accept this magnificent opportunity the gods have bestowed on you. And don't worry about your tribe, man. They might not understand, but you'll be able to find those who understand you in New York; I've heard it's a pretty righteous scene down there, too. You can handle yourself, Claude, I have faith in you. Just don't forget you are, underneath all that magic and power; you're Jonathan Claude Dorny, a flower child. Remember that, little bro.

So, Claude went to the Salem Institute, on the other side of the country. He visited California and his Tribe every holiday, but they began to drift farther and farther apart -- they were pretty distant from each other geographically, after all. And while Claude didn't really find too many students like him in the Salem Institute, he was able to find a good amount of enlightened folk in certain areas of New York, so he got away from school whenever he could. While magic was incredible and all that, Claude missed his friends and his tribe.

And then, when Claude was sixteen in the summer of 1977, Grandpa Dorny, the one Berger had been living with, passed away, and had bequeathed all his property, including the house, unto Berger. So Berger, suddenly very well-off, invited Claude to come live with him in his new mansion [it wasn't really a mansion, but it seemed very big to Berger, as used to living on the street as he was.] Claude, after learning that there was a magical school in the United Kingdom that he could attend, gladly accepted, leaving New York without a second thought.

Now, he's ready for a new beginning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has no intention of changing anything about himself -- besides his hair. He shall remember who he is, and he shall seek to spread the message of peace and love throughout this new world called the United Kingdom.

Sample Post: See Peter Pettigrew.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, EVE, 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.

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all lyrics are from HAIR: the musical

[Lily Evans]

Excuse me while I have a completely unprofessional spazz-attack....


OH MY FREAKING GOD IT'S JONATHAN GROFF YOU USED THE GROFF DSIJHGHAGIHREIJG AHHHHHHHHH I LOVE HIM AND I LOVE JON AND I WANT TO PUT HIM IN MY POCKET.

Kay I'm done (: And Jonathan is most definitely accepted.

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