Post by gabriel on Oct 15, 2010 11:18:33 GMT 10
GABRIEL MATHIS SANTOIRE
NAME ;; Gabriel Mathis Santoire
NICKNAMES ;; Gabe
AGE ;; 21
DATE OF BIRTH ;; May 22nd, 1979
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Pureblood; Caucasian
YEAR ;; Graduate
HOUSE ;; Hufflepuff alum
OCCUPATION ;; Healer in Spell Damage at St Mungo’s
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Gay
PLAY-BY ;; Mitch Hewer
GABRIEL is ;;
--- CHEERFUL ;; It takes quite a bit to put Gabriel in a bad mood. He’s always smiling, laughing, telling jokes, and just generally being happy. He has a very exuberant personality and loves to go out, party, and be around other people. Along with this he’s also very extroverted, so he is quite happy to strike up conversations with strangers, something which is an asset in his job at St Mungo’s. He can talk to anyone who reciprocates and finds it easy to make friends. He does his best to not take things to seriously or worry too much about his problems, but he is always willing to lend an ear to a friend in need. Being alone for an extended period can cause him to lose his good temper for a while, but only real tragedies or conflicts will make him unhappy for a significant amount of time.
--- EMOTIONAL ;; Gabriel feels things very strongly. When he’s happy, which is most of the time, he’s very happy, but despite their infrequence his other emotions affect him just as much. When he gets angry, Gabriel has been known to yell, curse, and throw things at the source of his annoyance with little regard for the setting or the opinion of any onlookers. When he’s sad, Gabriel hardly knows how to deal with himself or anything else, and so he keeps to himself and tries to avoid contact with others as much as possible. Unfortunately this tends to make him feel worse, and more often than not he ends up sulking by himself for weeks until circumstances force him to get up and move on. All said he is a bit childish in dealing with his emotions, something which can be a source of confusion for both him and others.
--- TENACIOUS ;; Once Gabriel sets his mind to something it becomes extremely difficult to make him reconsider. If he has decided to do something, no matter how important or insignificant, there is very little that can get in the way of him achieving his goal. It’s easier to just go along with what he wants while subtly trying to steer him toward the least objectionable results. Growing up in a large family full of opinionated people taught him to be staunch in his beliefs, and he will defend to the death what he thinks is right. He has a one-track mind when it comes to solving problems, and once he is focused on something he will work relentlessly until he has achieved what he wants.
GABRIEL’S patronus is a ;; cormorant.
GABRIEL’S boggart takes the form of ;; himself, alone and dying.
GABRIEL adores ;; good food, art, family, partying, stylish clothes, sleeping, galleries, caffeine, nature, charms, relationships, muggles, citrus fruit, big cities, the ocean
GABRIEL abhors ;; heavy clothes, reading, paperwork, disagreements, over-cooked vegetables, tea, getting dirty, elitists, bugs, snow, being alone, carbonated drinks, greasy food, waking up early, bugs
Gabriel was born in a small fishing village on the east cost of Canada. His mother was French-Canadian, a witch who was working with the aquatic magical species in the area. His father was British, a Hogwarts alumnus who worked for the ministry and was traveling to meet with representatives of the Canadian ministry. Their initial relationship was brief, and they were married at the end of his father’s trip. A year later Gabriel was born, and two years after him came his sister Angeline. The little family remained in Canada for the majority of Gabe’s childhood. His father spent much of his time at work, and when he was home he never paid much attention to Gabriel, but Gabe didn't mind. His mother had a large extended family, and so he always had cousins around his own age to play with and older relatives who could help him with his problems and teach him about the world. He grew up surrounded by forests and beaches that caused him to fall in love with nature and being outside. Gabriel wanted for little as a child and grew happily toward adolescence.
Then, when Gabriel was ten his father was called back by the ministry and the family abruptly moved to England. He was completely devastated by the separation from his home and became sullen and unhappy until his Hogwarts letter arrived the next year. Initially he was reluctant to go and leave another home so soon, but the moment he stepped foot inside the castle Gabriel knew he was where he belonged. It seemed to him as an opportunity to start over, make new friendships and find a place for himself in this strange land full of people whose speech he still struggled to understand. His English was fine enough, but he was yet to become entirely fluent and the unfamiliar accents of his schoolmates didn’t help matters much. Despite this Gabriel was once again very happy with his life, and very happy to finally be able to use magic. He found he had an aptitude for Charms and Herbology, though Potions was far beyond him. He wasn’t much for schoolwork, but his half-hearted attempts coupled with his charming nature and his natural ability were enough to keep him from failing completely. Socially he thrived; Gabe made many friends, mostly girls, and mostly not Slytherins. Not that he discriminated against Slytherins, but as a Hufflepuff they tended to not take him seriously, and as a skinny French boy who tended to, ah, prefer the company of his own gender, most of them had no respect for him whatsoever. He did what he could to ignore them and enjoy himself as much as he could.
At the end of his fourth year, Gabriel’s father was sent to Bulgaria in anticipation of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament. Naturally his family went with him, and Gabriel was forced to transfer to Durmstrang for the year. His father was quite for this move, as he thought Gabriel had been picking up some undesirable habits at Hogwarts that a well structured school like Durmstrang would surely quash. For Gabe it was utter hell. The language was completely alien to him and he found it nearly impossible to understand his lessons or communicate with anyone at the school, much less make any friends. After a few months of trying and failing Gabriel realized he didn’t have a chance and so ceased going to class in lieu of raising hell with some older students who knew a bit of English, and studying for his OWLs during downtime. He was expelled before New Year, completely disgracing his father who was in the country in the hopes of improving diplomatic relations. Gabriel was face with a choice: apologize to his family and the school and return to being dragged across the Northern Hemisphere on the whim of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, or screw them all and live his own life. The decision was obvious. On New Year’s eve, he cut off the long black hair he’d been growing out since he was a first year at Hogwarts, magic’d it blond, and, now fairly unrecognizable, gathered up the few possessions he had and fled to the house of the one Bulgarian student he’d grown close to in the past months.
The rest of Gabriel’s year was spent hiding out from his family, studying magic, and planning his return to Hogwarts. The boy he had stayed with for the last of the Christmas holiday was called Halid, a nearly-seventeen year old who was trying to move to the UK to complete his schooling at Hogwarts and train become a Healer. Gabriel had never before been so in love with anyone. The whole affair with the school and his family hardly seemed to matter next to their relationship. At the end of the year his mother finally managed to contact him and tell him that his father had left and the three of them were returning immediately to England so Angeline and Gabriel could transfer back to Hogwarts, if that was what he wanted. It was only then that Gabriel realized the implications of his actions, and tearfully returned at once to his family. Halid had managed to make arrangements to transfer to Hogwarts, and things seemed to be looking up once again.
Gabriel’s last two years at Hogwarts were by and far uneventful. After intense studying he managed to eke out the right marks to get in at St Mungo’s, his life’s dream, where Halid had already begun the year before. It seemed impossible how perfect his life had become. Still, there was the possibility of war on the horizon, and working in a hospital only made it seem all the more real and terrifying. Gabriel was at work the day of the battle, furiously preparing with the other Healers for the injured withes and wizards they knew would be coming. It was only when he stopped to breathe for a moment that he realized Halid wasn’t there, that Halid had traveled to Hogsmeade earlier in the week to help with the case of a man too ill to leave his home. He found he was unable to apparate to the village, and after that his memory fails. He woke in the staff room of the hospital the next morning to the grim faces of his coworkers and knew what had happened.
Now Gabriel is trying to get on with his life and get back to being his old self. Halid's death was the hardest thing he had ever had to deal with and he still finds some parts of his daily life a struggle, but things are slowly improving.
“Okay okayokay,” Rémy gestured vaguely with the half empty bottle of firewhiskey he’d snuck, along with four or five others, into the Slytherin common room earlier that afternoon. Yeah yeah, drinking was so against the rules, but whatever. The rules could go jump in the lake for all he cared. It wasn’t like he and the handful of other guys hanging around the common room were actually going to get in trouble over it. Ha. As if. Being a seventh year Slytherin was basically the equivalent of total immunity to any punishment while on Slyth turf. No one really cared what they did, as long as they didn’t kill anyone or burn down the school. It was a good life, Rémy thought, or would have thought were he not too busy attempting to finish a sentence. “And then I said,”
He was interrupted when his fellow seventh year and sort of almost friend Ciarán grabbed the bottle out of his hand and smacked him in the side of the head. “No on cares what you said, Monsieur Cowen, so shut up,” He grinned and took a long drink from the bottle, “And this is mine now,” Ciarán announced, which caused a few of the other boys to laugh drunkenly while Rémy made a half hearted grab at the bottle. “No fairrrrr,” He whined sadly, flopping back on the couch. There wasn’t much point in putting up a fight, since Ciarán could probably knock him out with a twig. Rémy wasn’t a big physical fighter, and as he wasn’t thinking exactly straight at the moment, wisely chose to settle for pouting and making sad eyes at his housemate.
Ciarán ignored Rémy’s attempts to reclaim his drink and stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling, “You know what’s really weird?” He questioned absently, looking back around at the other Slytherins. “We’re under the luck. The lake, I mean. Freaky,” Yawning, he took another drink from the stolen bottle, then set it down carelessly on a table near the couch. It tottered dangerously for a moment, then tipped over with a dull glass-on-wood noise that caused Rémy to stop contemplating the fact that there was possibly a large squid over his head right at that very moment and make a dive to save his hard sought after firewhiskey.
“You idiot!” He righted the bottle as the rest of the room laughed, then took a swipe at Ciarán’s shoulder. He missed by a mile; Ciarán grinned and shrugged uncaringly. Hey, it wasn’t his money or his drinks, so what did he care? Rémy was still sort of sprawled over his lap from the Olympic leap he’d taken a moment earlier, though, and he did care about that. “Get off me, you… you.” Ciarán pushed Rémy off his legs and onto the floor, where he remained for a moment before dizzily getting to his feet and reclaiming his seat on the couch. He was sure the other guys were very much enjoying this little show. Especially Ciarán. Oh well. No one would remember most of it tomorrow anyway.
Hey there! I'm Haley. I'm 17, and I've been role playing for a long time. I found LMCI through RPG-Directory. My favorite Harry Potter is Prisoner of Azkaban.
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