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section one / basics.

CHARACTER NAME.

FRANKLIN / The name was given to you for your father. Where your mother was refined, proper in every sort of the way, your father had been much more unique. A curious gentleman, looking at the world through rose tinted lenses. He died when you were seventeen, fresh out of Hogwarts with a keen sense of wonder at the world. But, he believed in you, and you revelled in it. Your biggest supporter, your biggest inspiration. You carry it with you proudly. AUGUSTINE / The only name your mother was allowed to choose, it felt eerily similar to that of her own but you don’t mind. She raised you and as much as you may not see eye to eye, you love her. It sounds regal, ethereal even, and it’s with that knowledge that you feel as though you have something to prove, something to make them remember your name. LONGBOTTOM / Part of the Sacred 28, it could’ve been you. You could’ve been donning robes and supporting a man who sought to create a genocide over differences. Didn’t you all bleed the same, was there not red crimson streaks of blood dripping down your face all the same? Your family has never been known for intolerance, and you plan on keeping it that way. Yet, never has there been such loud whispers of blood traitor following your families legacy. You’d apologize, but that would require giving a damn.

FACECLAIM.

I am going to present four options here. Bob Morley, Daniel Sharman, Luke Pasqualino or Max Irons. I would be happy with any of them. My heart and soul for any of you to make this painstaking decision for me. I love all four of them for his character, each one bringing a certain something to his character. I’ve listed my choices in preference order.

PRONOUNS AND GENDER.

Frank is considered a cismale and uses he/him pronouns.

MOTIVATION.

I made the decision to be completely unbiased when choosing my next character, I had decided to read through skeletons and ultimately it was Frank’s that managed to pop out at me once again. Before the roleplay opened, it was Frank that I was drawn to. He carries so much fire, so much passion and is a great example of a radical for the Orders side of the war. Where you’ve written death eaters who remain very very loyal to their cause, Frank for me was that but for the “good guys” He is such a layered character, a man who grew up with the people he now knows as nothing more than the enemy. It’s almost heartbreaking that he would once remember a childhood bliss with these people, only to grow up and realize that the world isn’t that simple.

He is the warmth one feels with acceptance, an exception. Brought up in a more than accepting household, there was never a time in which Frank sought out to disrespect the differences he had with those around him. In fact, if anything, he relished in them. Realizing that there was such a simple beauty in the way the world worked. Muggles, muggleborns, half bloods and purebloods alike. He’s a firm believer in equality, in shaping the world to be a safe haven for those who are oft ostracized. A boy so willing to die for a cause he believes in wholeheartedly , for equality. There was simply nothing more beautiful than that of a born leader. He’s natural with his charm, most notably carrying traits that would label him a golden boy. A title in which he wears quite well. Others envy him not for his money or purity but for his kind heart , unwavering loyalty and natural charm. Who he is as a person. Deeply admired.

He’s hope , he’s a new dawn. There are so many stigma’s that come with being the good guy , with being the justice serving revolutionary, and he seemingly fits under none of them. He’s flawed, heavily. It’s those flaws alone that will, ultimately, be his undoing. The faith he has, the determination and drive he has to see the world as he wants to , his fatal flaw. He makes mistakes with every turn and yet he’s learning. With each misfire, he gets up and tries again. Sheer dedication to his cause, he stays true to his promise to bring a brighter tomorrow.

There are so many layers that go into creating a characterization for a boy like Frank and I soon began to find out that I admired his flaws as much as I admired his strength. He looks death in the face and fights for his beliefs. Not because it is the easy thing to do, but the right thing. There was just something about his character that I found enchanting, if you will. Something that made me go “yes , this is what I’ve been looking for.” I love him and the potential a character such as him carries, a man who believes in change, who wants to see the world a better place. He is a fighter, a strong powerhouse of an Auror who is actively seeking change. The quote that truly hit him with me for Frank was “You save everyone, but who saves you?” as well as “You can’t save everyone, but you can try.”

ANY CHANGES.

My only change to Frank would be that he be included in the Slug Club from his time at Hogwarts as well as the Duelling Club now outside of school. I can see him fitting into both these things very well. Slug Club due to his high standing talent in Defence Against the Dark Arts and the Duelling Club because he wants to help any way he can. He’s an Auror, it’s in his nature to be drawn to anything and everything to do with duelling.

section two / about.

BIRTHDATE.

OCTOBER 3RD. Frank shows all the truest signs of a Libra. Striving for nothing more, nothing less than justice and equality. Libra’s have been known to do what is best for everyone. Believing in such things as peace and harmony, Libra is a sign that most would pair with leadership, which is a trait that Frank shows the utmost of dedication to. His difficulty of saying no shines through as a truth for his Libra personality, often causing him to become slightly overwhelmed with the promises he’s kept. Frank tends to stretch himself too thin in order to please those around him. His more mischievous side, trouble making, rule breaking, can also be blamed upon his astrological sign. Libra’s are known for all three of the former .

SEXUALITY.

Frank identifies as heterosexual ( I know right? In this economy? )

PERSONALITY.

( NEGATIVE / IMPULSIVE ) : It’s why he makes such a good Auror, some would say. It’s also what manages to get him written up as much as he’s been. While following his gut is something that comes with the job, disregarding orders for the sake of ones own belief does not. He’s impulsive, always thinking little before acting. Most of the time, it pays off, which absolutely abhors his superiors. They call it dumb, blind luck. He calls it intuition.

( POSITIVE / CRUSADER ) : He fights for what is right, he knows in his heart of hearts that there will be a brighter tomorrow. There is no greater pride than to stand up for others who cannot stand up for themselves, and it’s what Frank does on a daily basis. A lion roars in his chest, bravery seeping through his skin. With a loyalty that is unwavering, the notion of hero is worn well against his skin. He proves himself a fighter, a voice for those who cannot speak up.

( NEGATIVE / SELF SACRIFICING ) : Willing to throw himself into chaos if it means saving others. It’s the hero complex that is buried deep inside him that gives him the complete lack of regard for his own life. He doesn’t think about it much, dying. However, he’d be willing to do it if it meant innocent people got a chance at a normal life. He has the qualities of a martyr, and perhaps that’s the greatest tragedy of all. He’d be willing to fall, willing to die if it meant he’d bettered the world, defeated the evil.

( POSITIVE / COMPASSIONATE ) : He cares about others, it’s what allows him to wake up in the morning. Without the people he cares about surrounding him, does life truly have any sort of meaning? He listens, he takes note, and he understands. Or at least, he tries to. Frank was raised in pureblood society, galas and debauchery with those he now looks at with disdain was something he knew all too well. So, he tries his hardest, tries his damned hardest to separate the old feelings of nostalgia that wash over him in order to help those in need. He wants to be the shoulder people cry on, the fists they count on to come and save the day. There’s no need for glory, no need for praise, he just wants to know he’s doing something right.

( NEGATIVE / SELF RIGHTEOUS ) : He believes in the order, in justice, in the beauty of chaos but not the devastation of it. He practices what he preaches, that has never been the problem. The issue, as much as he’d tried to keep it at bay, was his significant ego for his own morals. He’d held himself to such a high standard that it became second nature to become somewhat of a self righteous prick. He was never boastful nor flashy with his talents, exceeding most in DADA, but he did however talk about how one day they’d be saying the name Frank Longbottom with admiration, how he’d go down in history. Little did he know that it would be a much darker, tragic story than that of a simple hero.

( POSITIVE / TRUSTWORTHY ) : He is as loyal as a dog. It’s as simple as that. He never wanted power, or fame. Merely to make the world a better place when he leaves than how it was when he’d arrived. He is someone you go to when times are tough, when the world seems to heavy. A man who carries his word with pride, he knows how hard it is to be able to trust those around you in such daunting times. Yet, his oaths mean much more than you’d think. He had always been unable to lie to the people he’d cared about, a boy with blush tinged cheeks at the mere attempt to do so. He’s trustworthy, a person worthy to be a confidante.

PLOT POINTS.

CHAPTER ONE : THE PAST. You grew up golden. An only child to older parents who dotted on you with any chance they got. Your mother, as materialistic as she may have been, had always had your best interest at heart. She was every bit of good that you believed in the world, a woman with a strong moral compass and an even stronger sense of what was right and what was wrong. Your father, while slightly neurotic, was a man of intrigue. You could never quite tell what he was thinking, and yet he’d crafted himself into your biggest support system when need be. Pureblood society may not have upturned their nose at the Longbottom name then, now is a different story. Your upbringing was nothing short of something ripped from a fairytale, a favourable son, a magical prodigy in the making. There was nothing but hope in your vision for the future. You were born and bred into the finer things in life, dress robes and galas supporting your youth. However, it never stopped you from breaking from your pureblood society shell and discovering the nature of others around you. A keen interest in muggles, an unwavering selflessness that others found simply disinteresting. You were genuine, a heart of gold beating in your chest. You’ve never been malicious, nor crass in your thoughts. You were as innocent as any other seemingly sheltered child. Yet, when your father died, a part of you did as well. You heard your mother whimper when you’d informed her that you’d be joining the fight to fix the world you once thought infallible. He’s just a boy. But you were anything but. You were a born and bred hero, a man who would become the face for change, someone who sought to help the helpless. You were anything but a boy, you were a man who found himself in the middle of the battlefield and with just cause. The death of the man who sought to make your world better did little to extinguish the flame that danced beneath your skin. In fact, it only seemed to drive you further into the depths of justice. You wanted to make him proud, you wanted to change the world like he so often said you once would.Frank Longbottom, he’d whisper, you were made for something great. And so you persevere, you thrive in the chaos that surrounds you and you work to make tomorrow a brighter day for those who cannot.

CHAPTER TWO : THE PRESENT. You have crafted yourself a force to be reckoned with. A man who wields justice as much as he vouches for vengeance. Do you look in the mirror and see yourself a hero? Perhaps more often than not. You’ve worked hard to become what you are today, regardless of the doubt that plagued your home. You grew up loved, you grew up comfortable. But comfort isn’t appropriate for the world you live in, at least not right now. You plan to change that, plan to rip every corner and edge from it’s place and start fresh. There should be no such thing as intolerance, for nothing causes you to gnaw at your own lip in anger. Not one to have their blood boil with rage, you’ve kept a calm composure for the most part until now. Until you hear of wicked crimes, gruesome fates met at the hands of cowardice men and women who hide behind the name of a man who acts himself a god, masking themselves from the world. Perhaps it’s what makes you feel slightly superior. Where they are found faceless, you have no problem walking into the darkness without so much as a disguise to shield your beliefs from their wands. You are on the front lines, you’ve always intended for it to be this way. It was never in your nature to stand idly by and watch as those who cannot control their misdoings were tormented, who cannot fight for themselves. You bloody your knuckles with the enemies blood so often it begins to stain your skin, you find it exhilarating. To fight for what was right, and not for what was easy, brought you nothing but joy. However, some argued that you were too intense, too radical. A boy with a halo atop his head, you bore it like a crown of white roses, and now they’re turning red. Do you question how it is that the government has stayed so quiet? Absolutely. Yet you hold your head high and walk into the Auror office not for yourself, but for others. There is no greater glory than protecting the helpless, and perhaps that has given you a slight hero complex. Where the enemy plays God, you play a fallen angel. A soldier among mortals who seeks nothing but a peaceful world, something that deep down you’re unsure you may ever receive.

CHAPTER THREE : THE FUTURE. They’d come to know you as only a tragic hero. You’d continue to lose and lose as much as you gave. When does one stop? How do you know when to simply give up the fight? Do you ever know when enough is enough when you’ve been fighting a battle for so long? You forget who you are without a cause, you begin to diminish slowly but surely. You may not lose your might just yet, but you feel as though the grasp you have on life is slipping through your fingers. You were once a warrior, you were once the voice of others. Now, however, your battle cry is broken and battered. Had you ever imagined a world in which you wouldn’t succeed? Have you fallen so far that failure overcame you. You turn to every horrid thing you can think of, the bloodier you are, the better. The more you ache, the less others do. You have turned yourself into a sacrificial lamb for others to live, and you’d never want it any other way. But when you look at yourself in the mirror, you see a worn down tragic hero. You see a mosaic of broken parts begging to be glued back together. You, rebel boy, your heart is made of gold and you have but godly ichor flowing through your veins. The only thing that causes you to glisten, hopeful like before, is the thought of revolutions. Setting the world in which they’d conquered on fire one manor by one. However, does that make you the villain? To put men away who have families, who have wives and husbands who they’d in turn die for? You try not to think about it. War makes monsters out of all of you, and there’s no going back to the blissful days of innocence that littered your youth. Golden boy, you remind yourself, do not disappoint them. Do not disappoint them. If you falter, will the world crumble? Will all hope cease to exist? You are the most shining knight they could’ve ever forged, a man of revolution and of wonder. Now, however, you are a shell. You are a name and a title, you are a ghost. You act with a reckless nature, you hurt only to hurt. You think of killing, the sensation it would bring to be able to kill the bastards who left your world in ruins. A lack of control within his own mind, he keeps his pain at bay. The torment that eats him alive within the silence. What will become of you all, soldiers bred for a war that turned children into anything but with the mere blink of an eye. You’ll fight, however, until your dying day. If not for you, for her. She shines, a soft silk with sharpened edges against your skin. She is your only solace, and the world you’ve built together the only thing worth protecting. You’d rather lose your mind, you’d rather die than allow harm to come to her. You, the tragic hero, the man whose name would fill the pages of storybooks and fairytales for his courage, for his perseverance and for his might.

WRITING SAMPLE.

section three / other.

PERSONAL CONTENT.

I have a pinterest board you can find here.

CHARACTER INSPIRATION :

THE KILLERS. Their music played a big part in this entire application. JAKE PERALTA. As foolish as that may seem, there are certain aspects that the pair share in terms of personality. STEFAN SALVATORE. That self sacrificing compassion? Yeah, I felt that.KING ARTHUR. For emo reasons. ROBIN HOOD. Steal from the rich, give to the poor? Sounds a lot like Frank if you ask me. FLYNN RIDER.

HEADCANONS:

ZEUS –– Frank has a german shepherd, he’s not the most inconspicuous of men, named after the Greek God of justice. A very loyal companion, Frank as well as his dog are the epitome of mans best friend. He cares for the beast, all the while knowing it may not be the most traditional of pets within the wizarding world. He always did have a slight fascination with things akin to the muggle world anyways.

BOOKS AND CLEVERNESS –– He loves to read, in his spare time he can often be found at Florean’s Ice Cream Shoppe with a book in hand absorbing every word while scarfing down a banana split. Others rely on their brute strength to get by, Frank however has always wanted to be multifaceted.

SMOKING GUN –– His biggest vice is cigarettes, toothpicks, anything really that can hang from between his lips. It’s a nasty habit and yet he simply cannot stop. It’s a stress induced habit in which Frank cannot control, not while the world around him seems to be collapsing no matter how hard he tries to hold it with his shoulders.

He’s fascinated by muggle automobiles, especially motorcycles. His reckless nature tells him yes, while the bruises that lace his skin from attempts at riding them simply tell him no.

AESTHETICS :

Bruised knuckles wrapped in bandages, the booming voice of a revolution, eyes wide with wonder at the world. Leather jackets, a loyal beast by your side proving dogs are mans best friend, cigarettes hanging limply from between your lips. Combat boots, a charming grin, running your hands through your hair. Classic rock, warm heart with warmer hands. Shielding loved ones from bullets, sticking a middle finger up to the enemy.

EXTRAS :

Amortentia :

TOBACCO –– He’s always loved the faint smell of cigarette smoke lingering through the air, grazing beneath his nose teasing his senses. FIREWOOD –– To you there is no greater smell, burning kindling as you watch the flames dance in the middle of a cold night. DROOBLES BEST BLOWING GUM –– A recent addition, she’s always popping away at the stuff and he cannot help himself. It’s sweet and sticky and so sickeningly filled with sugar and yet here he stands, completely and utterly enthralled.

Wand :

12 ¼” ASH WOOD WITH UNICORN TAIL CORE . A wand such as this is known to be loyal to one courageous owner. Something in which Frank’s description falls beneath. Those best suited are not often swayed by their opinions and/or beliefs , as Frank proves true with his stance upon the war and blood purity. He produces consistent magic, his wand and him having formed a bond most picturesque. His stubborn nature pleases the Ash Wood’s demands in an owner.

Patronus :

Frank can in fact cast a patronus in the form of a German Shepherd. Known by nature as the rescuer . There’s an underlying hero complex that radiates from Frank’s character. He doesn’t ask to be the hero and yet the title is oft thrust upon him. He suppresses much of his own emotions and/or worries in order to cater to those around him in need of help. Whether it be the Order members themselves, or his family and close friends. So much of his doubt is bottled in, unable to reach the surface due to his unwavering sense of pride. The thing that struck a chord in terms of picking a patronus for Frank was, of course, the ideals that those who have a german shepherd as their patronus carry with them. The trivialities such as materialistic items in terms of the name and power that seemingly comes with his Pureblood status. It’s all expendable to the boy. He cares more about the well being of those around him, about leaving a permanent mark on the world.

Boggart :

Bone chilling, his spine rigid as he stares down into the darkened abyss. Death, he’d mused, far better than the future he’s forced to gaze upon. As if looking into a mirror, there’s something menacing about the smirk upon Frank’s features. For it grows and it grows until that of the cheshire cat himself. Darkened circles beneath eyes, he’s hollow, that much is known for certain. His company exposes that of his worst nightmare. Death Eaters bye his side, Voldemort sneering with satisfaction. As if devil themselves were drawing him into the storm.

Frank’s boggart would be that of succumbing to blood purist ideologies, being a part of the Death Eaters, standing amidst the bloodshed with nothing but pleasure dripping from his lips. He fears nothing greater than bloodshed upon his hands for a cause he doesn’t believe in, fighting for a mass genocide that he does not condone. His own personal hell, that of looking into the mirror and seeing nothing but a monster.

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