ABILITIES ⊹
Year One ┆ Fearless
╰⪼ Immune to dhampir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation
Year Two┆ Obnoxiously Strong
╰⪼ +15% strength
~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'I offer you, eternal sleep.'
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His older brother is Oliver's best friend, They do everything together. At least when Aaron is home from school to do it. Ollie looks up to Aaron like no one else in the world exists. He was there for his first magic too. When Oliver was about seven years old. They had been playing around in the house, running despite there mother telling them not to. They had been playing tag, chasing each other around all over the house. Oliver had just tagged Aaron, and had the bright idea to make his escape down the stairs. He was so focused on the fun him and his brother were having. That he slipped, and fell down the stairs. Only, it wasn’t so much a fall, rather than bouncing. Like he had thrown a rubber ball down the stairs. Even if Oliver was not made of rubber, did not turn himself into rubber, he just merely bounced down the stairs, landing unharmed and confused. When Aaron ran after him (It was clear he did not learn from his brother's mistakes), he saw Ollie unharmed. And knew what that meant exactly.
Oliver was a wizard, and would get his letter. Another wizard to the Armani family. His parents were quite happy too, there was a great celebration. As there was when Aaron had his first magic. With lots of food, mostly of Oliver’s favorites. And dancing, lots of smiles. It is very much a core memory for the boy.
When he got his Hogwarts letter, his parent’s framed it, and put it on the wall with every other letter the Armani family had gotten. Right next to his brothers. They like to think it’s a good luck omen for no Squibs in the family. As that would be the most disgraceful thing. That or not being in the illustrious Gryffindor house.
History
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Oliver was born on halloween, bright and early in the morning. To his parents Desmond Armani and Martha Armani. He has an older brother, named Aaron whom he is very, very close with. Later on he got two younger sisters, named Alice and Heather, as well as a younger brother named Zachary.
His family is very rich and influential. Both his parents have important (so they claim) mistry jobs. His mother being an Accidental Magic Reversal Squad Member, and his father a Lawyer. Oliver grew up in a large house on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, with his family. As well as a pesky ghost of his great, great, great grandfather. He and his siblings grew up somewhat spoiled, mostly ignorant. As they had everything they could ever want, they wanted a new toy? Done. they didn’t like what was served for supper? We can make something else, no worries. They doesn't really hear no often.
As a child he was (like most pureblood children are) home taught all of the basics, like math, english and what not. He was also taught how to play piano, as his mother and father felt that it would be a nice skill to have. Even though Oliver didn’t like the lessons, he would have much rather been playing in the wood behind their home, he did them. And got, well as good as one can get when they don’t want to do them. He knew a few songs; would mess up a note from time to time. Nothing too good or too bad. Every so often he will play when his family has a ball. The Armani family hosts a summer ball every year. As a celebration for another year at Hogwarts.
Both his parents went to school there, in the Gryffindor house. Where they met and fell in love, as they both were on the dueling team as partners. Gryffindor was the only house deemed suitable for an Armani. His grandparents were there too, and his great grandparents, as well as his older brother Aaron. The house of the brave, Armani’s were not cowards. His father told him that often.
He grew up happy, and away from muggles. That's why they lived so close to Hogsmead. As none of the family could really tolerate them. They weren’t super hateful of Muggles, they just looked down on them. Without doing magic, the same went for muggle borns. They all thought their magic was weaker than purebloods. And the same was said about half breeds. They looked down on really anyone that wasn’t pureblood.
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BASICS
DOB: October 31st, 2011 Age : Thirteen House : Slytherin School Year : Second Year Blood Status : Pure Blood Race : Human Home : Outskirts of Hogsmeade Wand : chestnut wood and snallygaster heartstring Bogart : Parents calling him a disappointment Patronus : TBA (Lamb)
Don't disappoint, this is the moto Oliver lives by. It is what fuels his every action. The urge to please people, make sure they know they can be proud of him. To prove that he can do things right. He will do just about anything to make sure his parents can still call him son. He's not sure they will after the sorting.
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"I am a different person to different people."
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Thanks to that, Oliver looks cold. A jack ass that ignores most people. He is irritable. Anything and everything can annoy him. He has strict 'rules' for people that he will tolerate being around. Most people don't fit it. He needs to keep relaxed, and quiet people around himself. To keep that reputation he's convinced himself that he needs to have. People that his parents would approve of. Despite this, people that Oliver doesn't claim to like flock to him like annoying moths to a flame.
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APPEARANCE
Oliver stives to make sure he looks like he has everything together. They way he stands tall, and keeps his hair brushed, his nails filed. All an illusion of 'perfection'. Given away with how his eyes narrow and twitch, the way he bites his lip, and how he always looks annoyed.
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Hair : dirty blonde, just past his ears Height : 5'0" Eyes : Bright Blue. Style : old money/academia. Nails : chipped paint, short. Skin : slight tan. Smell : Wood/earthy smells, Vanilla, Cinnamon, Coffee.
★ Despite everything it's still you.
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The Armani name is a long lasting pure blooded family. Of that fact they are loud and proud of. They don't associate themselves with the 'lesser' people. I.E. Muggle's and there kin. Each new generation, it is made sure that it's instilled in the children that they marry and choose like minded people to be around. Proper behaving kids at school, Gryffindors, and most importantly. Pure.
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"and my voice isn't loud enough."
"I aim to be Lionhearted, but my hands still shake."
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The hanging of the letters.
Each Hogwarts acceptation letter that one gets will be hung up on the wall. A reminder that they are pure, that they are welcome, and it is rumored that it 'wards' off having any squibs in the family. So far, it has worked well.
A ghost walks the halls.
Clemet Armani is dead. Yet he still walks the halls, haunting them. And making sure the next generation of Armani's keeps things right. He is strict, and unsettling.
The Armani Heirs
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"In another life, I didn't grow up angry and you didn't grow up sad."
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Aaron Armani | 18, Gryffindor
"If it can get worse, It can get better."
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Year : Graduate Occupation : busboy at a bar/restaurant Home : Flat above the bar DOB : Feb. 18th, 2007 Boggart : His siblings acting like there parents
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When he looked in the mirror, he hated the face he saw. Not Aaron eldest to the Armani's, no, no. Aaron could only see a face he'd seen in older photographs. That look of superiority, telling eyes 'I'm better then you.' And the rare smile. The face of his father, Desmond Armani. Aaron for a long time had been told about his resemblance to his father. Distant relatives telling him all the time how much he looked like him at his age. Forever and ever.
He hated his father.
Not at first, Aaron hadn't known better then. Had followed blindly like a dog, ready to take every word his parents spewed at face value. Would his parents lie to him? to his siblings? Muggle borns horrible, less them the all. Aaron had been ashamed to find out that Martha and Desmond lied. Aaron quickly learned in his first year, when he acted just like they wanted him to. The lessons taught embedded into his head, unable to dispel. Until a few muggle borns and half bloods in his year took Aaron into the room of requirement. Tied him to chair and explained to him, everything Aaron knew had been wrong. Those group of students became Aaron's best frineds.
Aaron may have taken more from Desmond and Martha then he thought. For Aaron had become a good liar himself. Aaron liked to everyone, some lies came easily. 'My friends are pure, of course mother.' Never would he allow his family to insult his friends, not when he was around. 'I'm just going down to shop don't worry.' Aaron needed to make some excuses to go see them. He would explode living there trapped, unable to talk to sane people.
Other lies where hard, Lying to his siblings about what the world really was like. He wanted to tell them outright, but they wouldn't believe him. Aaron had once followed his parents, but the siblings worshiped them. The most Aaron could do, all he felt he could do was tell them to befriend who they wanted. Be nice to people, not worry to much about things. Just to go with the flow.
Lies became second nature, he rarely got caught to it. Was it lying out right if he was just skewing the truth? He didn't believe so. It was called merely a secret, and there was no harm in that. He hoped, Aaron only hoped his siblings wouldn't end up like there parents.
The happiness he felt around his parents, was when they were being normal. Not spreading there own lies, there lies were true lies. Harmful, and untrue. Wrong, wrong and wrong. Aaron had felt some rage bubble under his skin, an itch he couldn't scratch at. Burning him inside out when he had to pretend to be like them. More so when Oliver got into fights, for yelling slurs. Fighting others.
A guilt he couldn't shake properly. How had he failed Oliver that much? He tried to make up for it, invited people to a birthday party for him. To get him the friendships that had saved him. Oliver needed the support. Now more then ever, the boy was stressed. And worked himself to the bone. All because of a stupid house, because of Martha and Desmond. Who had told him it was wrong, that it was a mistake. That Oliver was a mistake.
Aaron couldn't deny it, he had been shocked at first to. But recovered quicky. Oliver was his brother, no matter what house he was in. An oddity that the family didn't think the same. They pretended in front of people, in front of Oliver. But as far as they were considered, The family had four children after that.
He wanted nothing but the best for his siblings, It almost broke his heart moving away. He could offer them a place to stay. But not much more. For now, it was the best Aaron could do. But he wouldn't stop trying, he would make his family better. Make them happy.
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Lucien Armani | 11, Gryffindor
"The world is quiet now."
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Lucien is a people pleaser, She wants to be adored by everyone. Luci is the one that strives to get the words 'I'm proud of you' and 'good job kid'. It hasn't come hard to her before. She is the first daughter of her parents, pampered. Pretty dresses, new bows for her hair. Whatever Lucien wanted she would get. Like everyone else in the family.
Until Oliver changed everything for everyone. Unheard of, he was placed into Slytherin. She hadn't believed it when she first heard it. An Armani not in Gryffindor? Lucien had been sent into a frenzy herself with it. The very next year she would be placed into a house, no longer confident in her rightful place. Her deserved spot.
Then more and more news had come in about him. Fights, breaking rules, grades. Her parents were a mess, though Oliver didn't know. How could he? From what Aaron had written home, Oliver had been a mess. Aaron claimed he was 'working to hard'. How could he not. Lucien would have done the same given his situation. No Armani had ever been like Oliver, none that she had heard of. Or her great, great, great grandfather. She knew this because she had asked.
Then her sorting happened, Aaron graduated. She remembered the last hug she had gotten from him. Where he whispered, 'be brave, it will be ok.'. Aaron had been gone all summer with stupid Oliver. Hogging the family's brother, all the family's attention. Most conversations had been about Oliver. And the shame that he'd brought upon them.
Gryffindor, right. As everything should be. Luci made eye contact with Oliver, unable to stop the smile that spread from ear to ear. She had made it, she was right where she was born to be. For the first time since last year, everything had fallen right for her. Mr. and Mrs. Armani had been thrilled when she wrote. Telling her that over holidays they would have a feast, with her favorite foods. None of what were vegetarian. Lucien would be in the spotlight, and would do anything she could do to keep it.
She doesn't like change, She wants things to be the way they where. She wanted it all to be the same, she hated how Oliver made everything different. He ruined her perfect life, put the Armani's down with his mere title. 'Oliver of Slytherin house' Lucien would fix it. She would make things right again, fix the family. And make her parents proud.
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"She lives a life she did not choose,
and it hurts like brand new shoes."
Year : First Occupation : Student Home : Armani home DOB : tbd Boggart : being invisible to her parents
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I am not sorting through my threads at this time, they are all linked here
'You may have heard...'
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You might have heard him talking bad about muggle borns. Just about how bad he thinks they are at magic, how he doesn't like how many questions they ask in class. Things of that nature.
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You might have heard him talking about his cat like it was his child.
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You may have heard about how he never calls people by nicknames.
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You might have heard about his baking or painting.
'You would not have...'
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Seen him being overly polite. He's not.
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You wouldn't have seen him smile, unless we have done a thread were he smiles in front of you character he would not have.
'You may have seen...'
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Him laying in the grass, out in the grounds.
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Studying very hard, almost to hard really.
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Laughing in a mean way if someone fell, or if you fell.
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Trying hard in class, answering questions with to much detail.
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"Do you love me enough,
that I may be weak with you?"
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NOVALIE | Forget-Me-Not friend Annoyance?
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Ever since that day, Oliver has been trying to avoid this girl. The one that insulted his parents knowingly, and willingly. Who dragged him around to detentions, got him in trouble, called him 'Ollie' despite not knowing him well at all. Oliver hasn't liked this red headed girl that insisted on friendship. She was just, so nice to him, despite how cold he tended to act around her. Ignoring her when she trailed him around, was short with his answers when he choose to answer. He didn't like her. Not one little bit.
At least, that was what he was telling himself. Most everyone would be able to see though. Come second year Oliver would smile at her jokes, not a laugh. Not yet. He would smile at her, great her when she started a conversation in such a Novalie way. What would make him roll his eyes simply made him huff. Progress. He could claim she was annoying all he wanted. But Oliver Armani had a friend.
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Don't leave, please. I need you more then I'm willing to admit.
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ELENA | Moonflower------
Unsure, trustworthy?
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She saw him break down, saw the things he tried to keep hidden so well. The cracks in his mirror. And yet, she listened. To a stranger. One that hadn't been kind to her. Elena listened to Oliver's troubles, and tried to help him. She invited him to 'clear his mind'. He doesn't understand. He maybe never will. She was kind to him, he will be kind back. He doesn't know if he really can trust her or not. He wants to.
I will gaze at the moon in the night, and share my secrets.
EVPRAKSIYA| ouroboros
Trusting, friend.
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She is everything that Oliver wishes he could be. Refined, and in control. He trusts her, she's pure. Why wouldn't he be able to trust her? Evpraksiya. Oliver only see's what he wants to see when he looks at her. And idolized version. A lamb far to trusting of the farmer. He baked for her, perhaps to gain her approval. He watches her, trying to make himself better. If he was more like her, everything would be better. He trusts her, simply because he needs to feel validated by someone that is close to what his parents would want as a better child them himself.
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I'll never understand why you did what you did to me.
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Oliver's list of current spells & potions that he has. He cant cast much at all, So most of what he can confidently cast are the simple spells. Any older year spells you see here are one's that he is practicing over and over and over again, in hopes that one day he will be able to cast it and maybe make someone proud.
Confident Casting
- Opening Charm (Aberto)
- Mending Charm (Reparo) Depends on the day casting
- Dancing Feet Charm (Tarantallegra) Not At all but practicing often
- Whistle to Watch (Tunc Sibilus)
- Patronus Charm (Expecto Patronum)
Potions
Cure for Boils | Herbicide Potion
Forgetfulness Potion
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