Reynard Kemp

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Name: Reynard Ambrose Kemp
Age:17
Gender: Male
Year: 7th
Face Claim: Ben Barnes

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Reynard likes to think of himself as a classy guy, and every classy guy knows his looks mean more than anything. After all, looks are the first thing another person sees of you and often the gateway to their trust. For this reason he carefully manages every aspect of his appearance that he can.
Reynard keeps his thick, dark hair long enough to soften his features and make himself seem both comfortable and forgettable. This usually means past his ears, but he has trimmed it shorter or let it grow longer as needed to fit the roll he wished at the time. Either way he keeps his hair casual and loose with very, very few exceptions. His dark eyes are one of the few strikingly memorable features about Reynard, something he uses to his advantage. He knows people are often drawn to looking at his eyes so he’s mastered the skill of using his eyes to send his message to someone, whether it be false innocence or anything else. Reynard is tanned but not dark, a result of his heritage being lightened by often staying indoors. His cheek bones are high and defined, but don’t stick out or make him seem unnecessarily thin. Reynard’s lips have been described by girls as ‘kissable’ but he finds that description ridiculous.
Physique: Tall and lean, coming in at a comfortable 6’1, Reynard takes care of his body and attire just as much as his facial features. He has no patience for group sports, but gets the exercise that keeps him fit through fencing and other sword works as well as a daily regimen of running, weights, and crunches. All of these build up a comfortable looking amount of muscle that doesn’t betray how strong Reynard actually is.

Wand Type: Yew 11 ½ inches, extremely bendable
Wand Expertise: Transfiguration
Patronus: fox
Boggart: Reynard avoids boggarts at all costs, for he can’t get rid of them himself. There is no way to bring humor to the image that appears before him. An image not so much of fear, but of soul consuming guilt.
The boggart shapes itself into the form of his own mother, Adelia, wild eyed and consumed with madness. He sees her once beautiful form thin and hollow cheeked, skin paled and yellowed. Her dark hair ratted and stringy. She’d bound in a straight jacket that she struggles frantically at as she stumbles, hunches, and sways toward him. The creature taking form of the formerly elegant and well-spoken woman rants and rambles, expletives spewing from her mouth between wild shrieks and pleads for Reynard to release her, to stay and never leave her again.
Never has Reynard been able to dismiss a boggart himself, he probably will never be able to either. There just isn’t a way he can bring himself to abandon his mother to madness again.
Personality: Reynard has been called many things, many of which just aren’t appropriate to say in proper company, but ambitious is one of the nicer ones. His ambition is trait he picked up from his father. His drive is so strong and intense that he lets nothing get in the way of his goals; be it friends, family, or emotions. As far as Reynard is concerned, there is no force on Earth that can make him stray from his goal once he’s decided on it. This determination and power of will makes him impervious to words or pressures, he has no need of his peers approval or consent. Has he the will or the need, he can do bad just fine on his own. Not that he always intends to harm those in the way of course, but in his mind it is engrained that he must hold his ground and to do otherwise would make him less than nothing in the world. And there is no worse fate than being nothing.

While Reynard has no intentions of becoming a nothing, that doesn’t mean he would spare others of such a fate should he deem them worthy. One who attempts to betray or even scorn Reynard is someone that should be pitied, because he shows no restraint in his wrath. To him there is no shame in gathering every connection at his disposal together to ruin a person in every single way he can think of, and he’s quite creative when it comes to the punishment of others. Secrets are revealed, rumors spread, outright lies spoken as needed… And that’s only the beginning. Reynard is exactly the type of person who would find an in with your friends and family, only to turn them against you and have them to humiliate you. Once he’s done that then he’ll in turn spurn them, causing them pain simply for associating with you. And still that’s only the start.

As part of his ways to accomplish his goals Reynard has made himself a chameleon in the social scene, able to adapt to any situation required of him. He changes easily into any role. If he need to be trusted then he will be, playing the part or a friend or lover. If he need to be feared then he will be, becoming the monster that is required of him and letting his cruelty know no bounds. He does this all with the help of his good looks and silver tongue, manipulating ever situation to fit his plans. Of course he considers none of his assuming of roles to be lying, simply an act he puts on as a necessary means to an essential end.

Because of this though very few people know Reynard fro who he truly is, and this is indeed his preference. The simple explanation is that if someone doesn’t know you then there is no chance that they can betray you. This is a big deal with Reynard, who sees everyone around him as either someone he can use or that’s going to try and use him. He doesn’t want to be used again, so has no interest in letting anyone become close enough to him that they can.

Reynard’s pet peeve in life is waste. To him, everyone and everything has a use. A way to get him what he wants. Classes are for expanding your knowledge, and as such must be excelled in. Food is to nourish you and make you stronger, so must be eaten. Sleep does the same. Even people are not to be wasted. Friends only exist as connections to bigger and better things, and are to be detached from after they’re served their use. Lovers are for the same thing. Of course, this view of romance makes it difficult for Reynard to maintain relationships. He is trailed by an extensive line of beautiful powerful women that quite often despise him. When he is with them, Reynard is the perfect lover. He wines, he dines… And he’s made sure he excels in carnal pleasures as well. But the moment he gets well acquainted with their powerful father, or the influential group they’re a part of, or has simply fulfilled his own sexual needs then he leaves them in the dust.
Likes:
+girls, girls, girls
+cigarettes
+cats
+rain
+suits
+watching quidditch
+pumpkin pie with whipped cream
+booze
+s e x
+Excelling in classes
Dislikes:
–birds
–cold or frozen foods
–playing quidditch
–people who dress like slobs
–activists
–dogs
–people who snore
–soups
–Christmas holidays
–sloppy handwriting

History:
Ambrose Kemp and Adelia Tunny had been matched together since birth, well Adelia’s birth rather since Ambrose was 4 years her senior. They both hailed from prestigious pureblood families, with impeccable lineage and Gringotts’ vaults that were filled to the ceiling. From the start it was a match that would make and pureblood beam with pride! Ambrose attended Hogwarts and Adelia was homeschooled, her mother not wishing for her to find a possible fancy in anyone other than her intended and wanting to teach her the ways of a proper lady that schools simply didn’t hold up to. Ambrose used his school days to make solid connections with the future movers and shakers of the wizarding world and enjoyed a long string of lovers and sexual partners that was expected of a young man of his standing. He excelled in every class and charmed ever teacher, making sure he would be able to return and gather their shining references as needed.

They married the day after Adelia’s 17th birthday. The ceremony was an affair to be remembered, rivaled only by that of royals. It was held at the Tunny family’s sprawling estate, with everyone that was anyone in attendance. The bride was the definition of grace and beauty in her gown, her groom handsome and regal in his suit. It was officiated by the Minister of Magic himself. It was impossible to imagine anything ever going wrong for the pair during such a majestic day! No sooner than the honeymoon ended though was Adelia struck by the realization of how her new life would be. The decadent manor they resided in turned out to be nothing but a gilded cage, from which she could not leave nor have visitors in without her husband in attendance. Ambrose had no interesting in keeping his wife as his only lover, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep her to himself. After all, she was his and his alone. He had the papers to prove it.

To Ambrose this new life was bliss. Not only did he have the extensive funds of the Kemp family at his disposal, but now also the Tunny family as well. He was raising an empire that would make Alexander the Great feel inadequate. A beautiful woman waited at home to please him in any way he wished, and there were five more on the side as well. The only flaw was that he had no heir. Ambrose obsessed over that fact, spending every penny needed to seek out every possible answer. He studied and practiced every single little then he heard would increase fertility, especially which would result in a son. But try as he might the damned woman bled every month as expected of her kind.

It was five years into their marriage that Adelia finally found herself expecting a child, but sadly it was a false start. A mere 2 months into the pregnancy the child was lost. Ambrose was enraged, and forced upon his wife every potion he could get his hands on that would strengthen her womb, which miraculously worked. Adelia became round with child, though it was a harsh pregnancy that left her bedridden for a majority of it.

Finally the son Ambrose so desperately craved was born. Reynard Ambrose Kemp, his heir.

Finally Ambrose’ goal was reached, but it was flawed. The child was born a sickly, pale thing. It lay quietly in its crib, hardly even uttering a cry as it stared at the world. The mogul was appalled; blaming his young wife’s genes for the ruining of what should have been the perfect son. Just like his wife, the boy was contained to their home where it couldn’t ruin his perfect reputation.

What was seen as a loss to Ambrose was a miracle to Adelia. She raised Reynard with love, helping him grow big and strong through play and home cooked meals. She was overjoyed to finally have another involved in her daily life and encouraged the young boy to follow her and assist her with her daily chores. Adelia took special care to teach her son all that she could, both of life and magic. Though each day was spent in fun, she also made sure time was always set aside for his lessons. Together they worked through the chaos that was his young magic emerging and brought it under control. He was taught to recognize and understand his young emotions, and to overcome his anger at his ever-absent father. He was taught to understand numbers through cooking and simple sciences through working in his mother’s lovingly tended garden. Their life was spent in bliss, just a mother and son enjoy each day for what it was worth.

Everything was going so well for them, until an afternoon during Reynard’s 9th year when Ambrose came home to find the pair preparing a pie together. In no time the patriarch’s mood switched from horrified to outraged. How dare she! How dares she raise his son in such a feminine manner! How dare she turn him into some girly boy! No! There would be no more of that! Ambrose took the young, dark haired boy from his mother’s side and instead raised him his way. Reynard was taught the truly necessary lessons of life. He learned how to tell if someone was going to be useful and how to glean their favor. He learned how to manipulate the facts in his favor and when to outright lie to do the same. He learned how to make himself be perceived as he wished. Reynard accompanied his father to work and meetings and outings, wherever was deemed an appropriate place to see how the world truly worked. Reynard started to change, going from the gentle young child his mother had wished him to be to the harsh, future heir his father required of him. And that change brought something out of Ambrose that Reynard had never expected from his father, pride.

Adelia saw little of Reynard as time passed, but what little she saw horrified her. She pleaded with Ambrose to ease up on Reynard, to let him be a child, but Ambrose would have none of it and further removed his son from the contact of Adelia. Left alone, she started to slowly crack under the pressures of life. At first it was small things, her formerly manicured nails were chewed down to the quick. She would go days without bathing. Meals were burnt. Utensils disappeared from the kitchen only to be found by house elves in her room, a space long separated from that of her husband’s after the birth of Reynard. Her condition worsened, until finally Ambrose had her committed to St. Mungo’s. Reynard was horrified by how easily his father discarded of his mother, but he couldn’t bring himself to challenge to older man out of fear of losing the attention he’d for so long craved. And after all, he was only a child of 13.

It didn’t take long for Ambrose to file the papers to end his marriage to Adelia, and find himself a new young pureblood bride with an estate. Reynard detached himself from his household, the very sight of his home filling him with guilt. He spent many a summer day visiting his poor mother, who had digressed to the point she no longer even recognized her son. He always brought her gifts of sweets or a book to read, as these seemed to calm her and bring her a rare moment of serenity in her madness.

At the beginning of his 6th year, Reynard completely removed himself from his former childhood home and started to rent a humble flat in Diagon Alley. His father allowed him an allowance of funds for Reynard to do with whatever he wished.
Sample Post: Reynard fidgeted slightly as he listened to his housemate speak. He wouldn’t consider the young man his friend, but the boy’s father owned a quidditch team that Reynard enjoyed and he was sure if he befriended to speckle faced fellow then the father would be so overjoyed that a lifetime pass would be in the works. And, even that would be part of a larger plan. Reynard had started a small betting pool among the houses on matches and being at them personally would be a better show and lead to a larger revenue in the end.

Even despite this plan in mind, it was difficult to listen to the young man ramble about… What was it again? Potions class being hard he believed. Such a whiner… If the housemate wasn’t going to apply himself then he was a fool. Life was about applying yourself to every task to, to further yourself, and to finally become successful. One shouldn’t whine, just work harder.

Reynard resisted looking at his watch to see how long he’d been standing there, it felt like hours.

“I need to go meet up with the professor to discuss our latest assignment.” He finally said, unable to listen to the drivel spewing forth from the young man’s mouth any longer. He turned on his heel before the dullard could reply and strode through the hall, avoiding touching a single other student.

Agitation flowed through his veins, and not just from standing there for so long either. He’d been strangely unsettles as of late, in need of something to do that would free him from the monotony of daily classes and assignments. Reynard had been buckling down, focusing only on his plots and lessons, but everything had been falling in to place. Perhaps it was time to reward himself?

Yes. Perfect.

Reynard let a smile play on his lips as he walked. It had been a bit since he had found someone to fulfill his carnal pleasures, and it was time he did once more. And there were so many beautiful candidates around the school to! He smiled at a young woman he passed, chuckling as her blushing proved how easy of a task this would be.

Like taking candy from a baby.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, NOXI, 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.

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

Hi Noxi, welcome to ISS!
We're so glad to have you.

There's just one little thing that maybe you wouldn't mind tweaking? If you could just flesh out the history and personality sections a wee bit more that would be fantabulous! We wanna know more about Reynard––a bit more on his past and his everything! He sounds super fascinating so far, so just get both sections to four healthy paragraphs and we'll get him sorted right away! <3

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[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

ACCEPTED !


Awesome work, Noxi! Thanks so much for making those changes. And welcome to ISS!