LOCKHART, Gilderoy

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Name: Gilderoy Lewis Lockhart (Gill)
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Bro.
Year: 7th
Face Claim: Hunter Parrish

Canon or Original? Canon, baby! My first canon, actually.

Facial Properties: Well, there can be some discrepencies here. See, there's what Gill would say, and then there's the truth. He tends to have a way of omitting the real story. But here's the facts.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, decent bone structure, His nose is a little big for his face, his nostrils wider than normal. Light lashes, normal lips, funny looking ears, and stubble most of the time on a prominent chin. Nice, fair skin. His teeth are white, but a little crooked. If you ask Gill, however, you'll get something along the lines of,

"Well, if you ask me, I think my smile could be award winning someday. I even reckon it sparkles in the right light, you see it? Well anyway, a girl could get lost in my eyes, they're all deep and ocean-looking. And don't even get me started on my beautiful locks. I mean, come on, just look at it! I can't imagine it being any different, it really ties my whole look together. Like, try to imagine me with brown hair! Ew! Ugh, and my skin! Don't even get me started on my skin. It's just flawless. I don't even use anything, I swear. I'm just naturally flawless skinned. I'm just beautiful, you know? My face must have been hand carved by the one god of beauty or whatever. My face should be sculpted into marble and preserved forever it's so good, you know? I can't stop looking at it sometimes. I bet even that one god who was obsessed with himself didn't look as good as me!"

You can choose whichever description you like.

Physique:

This is where the lines blur. Because, as obsessed with his looks as Gil is, I'm going to have to give him this one. He does have on hell of a body. Honestly, I don't know where it came from. But his chest, seriously, had to have been modeled after Zeus or something. It's a little unfair. I mean, seriously, who the hell needs shoulder muscles? Anyway, yes, nice body. He's got long limbs, though. Long arms, hands, fingers, legs, all that jazz. He is a little on the skinny side, but not thin in the slightest. His stomach isn't exactly ripped, per se, but it is toned. His creamy complexion goes well with his muscles, but he's not tan or chocolate looking. Secretly, he's always liked the idea of being black, with their sexy chocolate skin, but he'll never admit it. Anyway, he's got pretty cute feet for a guy. And his personal hygiene is through the roof because he relies on his looks for a lot of things. So, he takes good care of himself. Gill's not physically perfect, but don't tell him that. He sure will argue.

Wand Type: 13 inches, Mahogany, Hippogriff talon core.
Wand Expertise: Specializes in charm work.
Patronus: Peacock
Boggart: Feeling alone and ignored in a room full of people.

Personality:

Vain- All I have to do is think of me,

Probably the most prominent trait about Gilderoy here is his irritating sense of vanity. It's the first thing people realize about him, and it's difficult to get past. It's annoying, actually, how much he talks about himself. He's so self-absorbed that it's ridiculous. The first thing you'll hear come out of his mouth when you first meet him is usually something about himself. What he's been up to, how he's feeling, what he's wearing, how he slept the night before, how beautiful his hair looks, how good of a student he is (which actually isn't true), or how great his holiday was. Unless he's actually trying to charm a girl, he will rarely be interested in what other people want, or what they're thinking, or how they're feeling. It's actually kind of difficult for him to make friends, because everyone just gets really fed up with hearing about nothing but him. Gilderoy this, Gilderoy that, Gilderoy blah blah blah. The real reason Gill's actually like that, is because when he was younger, he had no attention from anyone, not once. He wasn't held much as a child, which can actually lead to insecurities in teens. And it's true. Deep down, way down where Gill refuses to see, he's got the lowest self-esteem known to man. Mostly, when he's complimenting himself, he's just waiting for someone to agree. He just wants to hear it from someone else, and when he doesn't, he just keeps going. He just wants to feel accepted, to feel loves, to feel wanted. He rarely lets his guard down, and only truely cares for a few people. The majority of his friends, he only has around because it makes him feel more important, but he doesn't really care about them. Because he wasn't cared about when he was little. So, why should he give a cauldron full of love for anyone else?

Unintelligent- I think I'm dumb

You'd think that with Gill putting himself up all the time that he'd actually have something to brag about. But when it comes down to it, Gill's not actually that smart. You'd think that having to deal with being on his own for so long that he'd actually learn some street smarts and have some common sense. Which, to an extent, he does, but Gill has problems retaining information. He's not very bright. The only thing he particulary excels at in the magical world is Charms, and even that he's had to work on for a long time to actually get good at. But things like Potions, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts? It's not exactly a strong suit. You'll find that when classmates ask him what his scores on things were, he'll find clever ways to deflect the question. He's not very good at Muggle studies, either. Like maths and sciences, he was never good at as a child. The only thing Gill is actually good at is writing. When he was a little kid, growing up in all those orphanages and foster homes, instead of building up this tough guy image, he decided to write. To create worlds that didn't exist in real life. Places where no one yelled and screamed, no one got hurt, no one was left behind or forgotten. He's actually a good writer, but it's also the one thing he won't brag about. Which is weird. The one thing he's actually good at, he won't share with others. Probably because he doesn't want people to think that he's some weirdo. When in reality, it was his escape when he needed it most, and now it's the best and only way he knows how to really express himself.

Friendly - I'll be there for you

Despite his pompous manner and arrogant demeanor, Gill can actually be a friendly person when he wants to be. He tends to have a soft spot for girls especially, but usually, when it comes to making friends, he's really only in it because he likes feeling accepted. Oh, he'll pretend all he needs to to get someone to like him, but once they're in, and he's comfortable, he's slip right into his routine of talking about himself. However, there are the few times when he actually develops a sense of interest or a conscience about someone other than himself, and when he does, that person is a friend, and a good one at that. Even if they're few and far between, Gill's actual friends, the people he spends the majority of his time with? They won't find a more loyal friend anywhere. He tends not to really care about anyone else, but there are a select few that he really does care for and want to impress, want to please, want to keep around. Especially the girls. Gill loves the ladies. When he does actually have a girlfriend, she'll be treated right. At least until he gets bored of the pretense of pretending he gives a horse's ass, and when it wears off, he'll move on. He's broken a few hearts. But overall, and depending on his mood, he can be friendly when he wants to be.

Sweet - Would you lie with me,

Something that most people don't know about Gill, though, is his heart. Deep down, he really is a sweet guy. Beneath all the layers of vanity and dim-wittedness and awkward tendencies is a genuine boy, who just wants to be loved. A lot of his issues are deep rooted and if I'm being honest, I can't really blame Gill for his narcissism. Well, in a way, I can. He's responsible for not being able to work through his issues and just be a good person all of the time instead of just some of the time, but really, it's all because of his upbringing. If Gill would have been raised in a good, pure, happy home, he probably wouldn't be the way he is, I'm almost sure of it. But there is another part of him, one that's not very prominent, that makes girls want to stay most of the time, which is the only thing that keeps him from being alone all the time. He thinks it's his charm or his breathtaking beauty, when in reality, it's his vulnerability and sensitive demeanor. He's just a scared little boy who needs someone to look out for him, really. And it can be a turn off to some girls, but for the most part, to most girls, and even his guy friends, it's what makes him...well, him.


Likes:
+ His face
+ Girls
+ Muggle movies
+ Charms class
+ Hot Chocolate
+ His hair
+ Writing
+ Snow
+ His cat
+ His body
Dislikes:
– Studying
– Dancing
– Drinking
– Muggle sports
– Peppermint
– Most foods
– Crying
– The smell of smoke
– Muggle rap music
– Glasses

History:

Stories begin and end in all sorts of ways. They begin with a tragedy, end with romance, start with funny events, and end in the most horrible deaths. Gilderoy Lockhart's history doesn't really have a beginning that he knows of, nor does it have a happy end. At least not yet.

Rachel Leon was a good girl, but a terrible teenager. The youngest of four sisters, her parents loved to spoil her and give her everything they thought a little girl could ever want and need. But they were so obsessed about keeping her safe and sheltered that they forgot one thing a girl really needs. Freedom. So, Rachel knew that she only had to stick it out for a few years after she got her letter (she knew she was a witch, her whole family was pureblooded), and once her older sister, Sarah, left Hogwarts, she'd be on her own for her last year of school, and then she could let loose. So she waited, and waited, and waited. And finally, Sarah graduated and moved on, and Rachel got her last year of school all to herself. But like most girls do, she took advantage of her freedom, and took it too far. She started partying, drinking, smoking, having sex with guys she met at pubs, all sorts of things. One morning, she woke up and ran to the bathroom, emptying her stomach quite a few times in a row. She thought nothing of it, of course, she'd barfed plenty of times after a hard night with a random guy. But when she started feeling bloated, and tired, and hungry, she knew something wasn't right. She finally convinced herself to go to a doctor, and sure enough, she wasn't just being worn down from all the partying.

She was pregnant.

Seven months later, Rachel was out on the street, her parents having disowned her after finding out what she'd done, begging for money, her belly swollen and huge. Finally, after days of starving herself and her baby, Rachel collapsed in a back alley in an abandoned part of busy London, thinking then and there that it was the end for her. Just as she closed her eyes, a door opened from out of nowhere and warm, bright light illuminated her body. Just before she went under, she saw a pair of eyes; chocolate brown and full of concern.

Rachel closed her eyes, and died before she got to see her baby born.

Louie Lockhart had a normal childhood, with loving parents and three dogs. There was nothing extravagant about his life. His parents were wizards, as was he. There was nothing overly special about him, nothing that made him a memorable man. All he wanted to do with his life was be an OBGYN at the hospital and eventually find a nice girl to settle down with. Everything changed that night. He heard a crash in the back alley behind his London house, and thinking that it was the damn cats rummaging through the trash cans again, he groaned and headed out the back. But when he opened the door, all he saw was a girl lying on the cold ground, her eyes barely open, her hands rested protectively against her stomach. He looked down and sure enough, she was holding something. Her belly. It was huge. She was pregnant. With a startled gasp, Louie picked the girl up in his arms, carrying her into his apartment and lying her on the operating table in the hospital room in his basement, which he used on the occasion that a pregnant woman didn't have money to go to the hospital to have her child delivered. He said a short prayer to God, thinking that she couldn't have fell in a more convenient place. Her water had already broken, there was little time. Louie checked her for a pulse and heartbeat, and when he found that both her gone, he wept. Through his tears, and with an air of professional swiftness and years of extensive training, he removed the baby from her womb and cleaned it off with the tools he had in the house. Once the boy was swaddled in a blanket and throughly cleaned, Louie placed a hand on the dead girl's head and let one more sob escape his throat, covered her in a thin sheet and took off for the hospital. He had everything he needed in the house, but this had never happened before; he didn't know what to do with the child. The minute he walked into the birthing ward, the nurses swarmed, passing the baby around, rushing off to fetch him milk and warmer blankets. Once Louie was sure the boy was safely being taken care of, he collapsed in the nearest chair and put his head in his hands, unsure of what to do next. Shiela, a sweet, old nurse sat down next to him not long after he'd sat down and put an arm around his shoulders.

"He needs a name, Louie."

He looked up at her, fear and concern in his eyes, unsure of what to do. He'd never dealt with this kind of thing before. He didn't know what to do, how to name the baby boy he'd saved. But Shiela knew this.

"Let's call him Gilderoy. It was my late husband's name. A good, strong name."

Louie could do nothing but nod, and cry in the sweet, old lady's arms.


A few days later, Louie took Gill home, with nothing but a birth certificate and some blankets the nurses gave him at the hospital. He had no idea how to raise a baby, had no idea how to be a father. But he sure as hell was going to try. This boy was his, and he was going to do his damndest to raise him right. He loved Gilderoy. The baby boy he'd saved.

A few years passed, and though things were difficult for Louie and Gill, they were making it. Gill was three when it happened. The break-in. Gill was asleep in his nursery, Louie downstairs in the hospital room, where he often found himself, thinking about the day the boy was born, his son, his one and only love so far. The was a crash from above and Louie darted upstairs, thinking that Gill was up looking for water again, but when he entered the kitchen, he was instead greeted by three men in black masks, holding guns, asking where the most valuable thing in the house was. Louie silently cursed himself for leaving his wand at his bedside table. They knew the wealthy doctor had money and expensive things, but the most valuable thing Louie had, was Gill. So he told them it was in the basement. They were momentarily diverted, and once they got to the top stair, Louie shoved as hard as he could, knowing he only had a short amount of time to get Gill out of the house. He ran faster than he'd ever run before, pulling the sleeping angel from his bed, and ran for his life. No, not just his life. For the life of his son.

He didn't even make it across the street before he was gunned down, and Louie died with Gill in his arms. The robbers made off with the good silver and never returned. Gill was left in the street, screaming and crying, unable to understand why daddy wasn't waking up. Finally, the neighbors heard him crying, and found him sitting in the street.

For the rest of Gill's childhood, he was shunted from orphanage to orphanage, no foster parents ever showing interest in him, no one ever loving him. He was pushed into a corner, and never pulled back out. And so Gill grew up, unaware of his past, unaware of his parents. He'd only heard the story from the matrons at the orphanage. He knew nothing of his loving father, his desperate mother. All he knew was that he was alone. He felt abandoned, alone, unwell, unimportant. The only refuge he found was in his writing, in his books. When he turned eleven, he was visited by an odd looking man in a cloak.

"You're a wizard, Gilderoy, and I've come to offer you a place at a special school, if you'd like it," the odd man said.

Gill accepted without a second thought, and thus began his life at Hogwarts.

The rest really is history. When he turned 17, the money that Louie set aside for him was released, and Gill got a place of his own, getting out of the horrible orphanage. He graduates this year, and though he never knew of his father, he wakes up every day and likes to pretend that the mystery man is still alive, sending him money and gifts and love in his letters like all the other kids. Taking it one day at a time, Gill isn't flourishing, or blossoming, but he is living.

Which is what his father would have wanted.


Sample Post: from /stuck in the middle/


Heartbreak.

It was the elephant in a room full of exes. It was the reason some people were scarred enough to take their own lives. It was the inspiration for famous songs; one of the only experiences that all of mankind could say they've gone through. For some people, it was an exercise that made them stronger in the long run. For others, it changed their personalities and outlooks on life for the rest of their days.

For Danielle? It was so much more.

It was so bad sometimes, she'd wake up in the middle of then night, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs, her heart beating faster than the speed of sound. The nightmares of Pierre telling her to leave him forever were etched in her brain like a picture burned onto the back of her eyelids. It used to just be nightmares. That was the worst part. She used to be able to just tell herself that Pierre leaving her for good was just a dream. Something she could wake up from, and try to forget about. But when it really did happen, the nightmares got worse. Some nights, Dani wouldn't sleep at all. She thought maybe they could be civil to each other, at least; they shared Livy. But that wasn't an option anymore either, because of the incident in the classroom. Merlin, that was bad. Not only had Pierre insulted Danielle in such a horrid way that she felt like a worthless human being when she lied awake at night, but he'd pretty much confessed his love for Livy, which hurt worse, for some reason. The point was, though, Pierre had broken Danielle's heart. And Dani had, in turn, at one point, probably broken Pierre's. Which was why she'd just apologized. She had a feeling Pierre wouldn't be doing the same, but she had promised herself she'd hear him out. But it was hard. It was going to be really hard, because Danielle was suffering from serious heartbreak, brought on by the boy directly in front of her. Danielle's brain had tried to reject the closeness their bodies, but Dani had to fight against it and be mature. She had to sit here and listen, really listen to him, even if every word felt like the minute this conversation was over, her and Pierre were over, too. For good. Forever. And she didn't want that, not in a million years. But he loved Livy, not her. And she had a boyfriend. A good, solid boyfriend who would never break her heart. So why was she having such a hard time letting go of Pierre? Why was she back at square one every time she looked into his eyes? Well, that was probably the simplest answer to any of the questions that were going to be asked in the conversation.

Danielle was in love with Pierre.

She didn't know if it was still true. It could have just been when they dated, for all she knew. It could have been after they broke up. It could be right now, right in the moment they were currently in. She didn't really know exactly when she'd figured that out. Maybe she'd known it for a while. She'd never tell him, no way. But that was probably why this was so hard, and was going to be so hard, and had been for a while now. But she'd deal with her feelings later. Right now, she had to focus on Pierre. He tried to speak, but faltered, and Dani lifted her hand, as if to put it on top of his to calm him down, but stopped halfway and dropped her hand. She couldn't touch him. She just couldn't do it. Not because she didn't want to, or because she was unable, but because she knew she'd just mess everything between them up. She knew that it would just make everything harder, especially since now she was really aware of the way she affected him. Or used to. So she just waited patiently while he got another false start. She wanted to say something, encourage him that she was listening, and that she wasn't going to piss him off, or try to, to relax him. But she stayed silent. She knew he'd started talking when he was ready, and she'd be there to listen, and they'd figure this out, and have closure, or whatever was going to happen. He just needed---

And there it was. He was scared.

Dani didn't really know how to react to that statement. She wasn't completely surprised; Pierre never really seemed to be the type to have steady, long-term girlfriends. Not because he sucked at relationships, but he just didn't seem like the type. Of course, when he'd broken up with her and blamed it on wanting a carefree summer, Dani had been devastated, but not entirely convinced. So he was scared. Well, at least it made him look like less of an asshole. He'd broken up with her because he was scared, not a man whore. Dani almost smiled, but decided against it, she didn't want him to think she was laughing at him. He began to speak, really speak, about their relationship, something they hadn't been able to do in a year and a half, give or take a few months. He was talking about their relationship, and it was like watching a memory replay right in front of her eyes; the two of them passing notes to each other in class, and spending evenings together, just holding each other---did he just say fell in love with? Dani's eyes widened just slightly, trying not to seem to eager for him to elaborate on that. What did that mean? In a platonic way? Like he just loved the fact that they were perfectly matched for each other? Or was it something more? She smiled a little when he complimented her about being pretty, but the smiled quickly faded when he mentioned having few friends. It was something that had always bugged Dani; not because he didn't have friends, but because she just couldn't understand why. Pierre was so much fun, and he was nice, and he was funny. Why he didn't have more friends, she'd probably never understand. But at the same time, she kind of did understand. He'd probably just drive himself crazy with more than a few good friends. He began to talk more about his friends, and when he stopped, Dani giggled, just a little. He'd just repeated what she thought. They seemed to do that a lot when they weren't fighting. Absentmindedly, she began twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she listened.


His one shot at love? Dani's expression softened just slightly as he looked into her eyes, ignoring the pain in her chest as they held eye contact. No wonder he seemed to be beating himself up about this. Why would he ever think that? Pierre was a great person, and a damn good boyfriend. He had nothing to worry about. She started tugging on that one strand a little harder as she listened. She noticed while he spoke that everything was in the past tense. Loved. Wanted. Used to love. Cursed. So that meant he didn't feel that way anymore. Danielle was still listening. Still hanging on his every word, but it was starting to hurt her. She knew he wasn't doing anything intentionally, he just need to say this. But it hurt. It hurt because Pierre was serious. It hurt because Pierre really meant in the past. Not anymore, and Dani didn't know if she was really over him, and the idea of them. He began to speak again, this time without stopping, without being nervous, or scared. Or maybe he was still, but just needed to get this all out. Merlin, she really had been leading him on, and bad. To imagine Pierre wondering and worrying every time she walked away from him was just awful. Granted, Dani did the same thing, but it was even worse hearing that it was happening to Pierre, too. She just didn't like hearing that he was worrying about how she felt. Hadn't she made it obvious? They were friends; she had a boyfriend. But she was comfortable with him, because they'd dated, and he'd broken up with her, so she never felt like she couldn't do those things. He asked her his first question, and Dani took a deep breath, realizing that she was trying to pull her hair out. She crossed her legs and looked out at all the people she'd just realized were here. How to answer this. She had to word it correctly. Deep breath.

"It wasn't your imagination, Pierre," she stated softly. Merlin, that must have been the truth. Well, she might as well keep going. Maybe if she just kept talking, it would come out, and she could figure it out, too. Because up until now? She didn't know, either.


"You broke up with me before I really got a chance to tell you how important you were---are---to me, and I definitely wasn't ready to just say goodbye and leave you for good," she said, looking back at him, her hair falling over her shoulder. There was no point in lying anymore, Pierre was just as important to her as he was back then, maybe even more. "I guess I just figured that nothing had to change between us, even if we weren't dating. I mean, I have a boyfriend, and I know that, but it never really occurred to me that the way we looked at each other, the way we touched, the way we were always so close to each other, was wrong. It really didn't." She kept his gaze, crossing her arms tightly, because all she wanted to do was touch him now, and she couldn't. Deep breath. "I'm Dani, and you're Pierre, and we're us, and I just never wanted anything to change, even though we weren't together. I know now that it was wrong; I know now that it was hurting you, and that it was hurting Samuel." Merlin, that was right, and it really hurt to say. And for gods sake, when did Dani ever start admitting that she was wrong? Well, there was a first time for everything. Oh, and poor Samuel. She'd been doing some pretty awful things behind his back. Never anything to warrant the title of "cheater", but she'd come pretty close on late nights in the common room. That had to stop. She owed it to Sammy to be completely and totally faithful, and she owed to Pierre to stop messing him around.


"But yes, Pierre, deep down, I wasn't jumping back into your life because I wanted to make you feel like shit. It was because I liked spending time with you, because I was so comfortable around you, and you made me feel happy."


She looked back at him.


"I loved you."


And there it was.

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