Melchior Ravenclaw

In Character

Name: Melchior Ravenclaw
Age: 63
Gender: Male
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(For family, just enter names and if there alive or dead please)

Parents: Thurstan and Elanor Ravenclaw
Grandparents: Todd and Marilyn Christianson; Ewan and Modessa Ravenclaw
Siblings: Xavier Ravenclaw; Helen Ravenclaw
Aunts & Uncles: Robin and Marilyn Christianson; Natasha, Owen, and Mathias Ravenclaw
Nieces & Nephews: Too Many to Name
Cousins: Too Many to Name
Children: Gillespie Muir
Grandkids: None Yet




Skin color: Sickly Greyish Pale
Hair Color: Grey
Hair length: Short
Eye color: Dark Brown
Size: 5'11
Build: Bigger than average, especially around the middle
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Crushes: TBA
Mates/Spouse: Johanna Ravenclaw; Rowena Ravenclaw
Status: Unhappily and Unfaithfully Married

　




Personality

Around Family Although typically stingy by nature, when it comes to his kin, particularly those he favors, Melchior has the potential to be generous. He supported and continues to support his clan through his methods, ensuring that none have to work for anything in their life, and may live a life of utter frivolity. He is close to everyone he shares blood with, particularly his son whom he cherishes and has made into his Junior in every sense of the word. The only exception to this generosity would be his wife, whom he has long since learned will never be pleased regardless of what jewel or treasure he presents her, for she is always buried in a book, and thus has stopped trying.

Around Enemies Given his life of frivolity, Melchior tends to lack true enemies, instead having rivals in the gaming life, whom he will do everything in his power to defeat and ensure victory for himself. Should he stumble upon a true enemy, however, chances are Melchior would not know how to handle himself. Without prior experience and a limited knowledge it is likely that Melchior will give in to reckless behavior, if pushed hard enough, and end up harming himself somehow as a result.

Usual Mood aorund strangers: With his nose buried in cards or a game half the time, Melchior rarely pays heed or notices others, unless he is aware that they may somehow benefit him, such as if they are opponents in a game. In a game, he will study their movements closely, curiously, attempting to anticipate and guess as to what their moves and action shall be so he will be ready for it.




Your Story Please? Melchior was born to Thurstan and Elanor Ravenclaw on a warm Summer Day on the countryside of Scotland, the oldest of what would eventually be three children. The family was one of Noble Pureblood and status, however, they lacked a critical jewel in their crown of glory: money. Although they were still relatively far from the poor house and the status of beggars at the bottom of the social barrel, they were far from financially secure, particularly with each members expensive tastes in food, clothing, and finery as a whole. Many a times would the children go to bed hungry, though dressed in the finest clothes, surrounded by the finest of furniture.

As typical of a Pureblood of the elite social circle, Thurstan never took it upon himself to find work or a career, finding such an idea to be "beneath him". Instead, he did the only thing he felt to be proper: gamble. It was, in Thurstan's mind, the only way to earn a living with dignity. With that said, often could one find the wizard in a playing room with other Nobles, holding a pack of cards and dice. Sometimes, for a change of scenery, he would be at the races of various magical creatures, placing bets on the winner. Sometimes he would be lucky and win a small fortune. Other, and more often than not, however, he lost money he did not have, thus accumulating a hefty debt to the Ravenclaw name.

Melchior was nine years old the first time Thurstan brought him to a gambling event. Originally he had brought the boy along to spare Elanor from the trouble of handling three children, especially since Melchior and his best friend Steffen were always getting into trouble, but it soon proved to be the best decision he had ever made. Though he was more or less learning as he went along, the boy appeared to have a knack for such gambling games. It was as though he went on instinct, something within him that told him exactly what he needed to do. His hands were quick and stealthy, never missing or overlooking a critical mood, on the races his first guesses normally were victorious. It wasn't long until the winnings were enough to clear the debt and replenish the Ravenclaw vault at Gringotts, restoring the family to their desired state of wealth.

The years past onward with Melchior focused wholly on gambling and the lavish lifestyle of betting, drinking, and womanizing. With a world of utter pleasure before him, he saw no need to further his magical education, instead opting for the bare minimum that allowed for functionability. In fact, had it not been for a single woman, it could very well be possible that Melchior's life would have revolved solely around gambling.

Her name was Johanna. She was a ward, abandoned by her Mother, and adopted by a fellow Noble, Bones. Long, golden hair accentuated her heart shaped face, and her deep brown eyes drew him in. Despite the fact that he was pushing forty and she was a mere fifteen, the two fell madly in love and were soon married. There was something about Johanna, an allure and sweetness that brought out the best in Melchior. She spoke in a low, soft, and gentle tone, and smiled often. It wasn't long until a child, a son they named Gillespie Muir, was born. Melchior couldn't have been happier, with a booming Gringotts bank, a woman he adored by his side, and now a son to carry on the family name.

Unfortunately, despite his booming luck in card games, life was another story. During the Great Dragon Pox Outbreak of the century, the disease managed to infiltrate the Ravenclaw Estate. It had begun with a servant falling ill and then soon made its way to Johanna. Despite summoning every first-class Healer and Potioneer, nothing could be done. After a fortnight of agony, Johanna's chocolate covered orbs closed for the last time, leaving Melchior as both a widower and a single Father.

The years passed onward with little change for Melchior. Gillespie had grown from a shy little babe into a young wizard who joined his Father at the tables Melchior visited even moreso. His broken heart remained in pieces, still yearning for Johanna, calling out her name at night as he slept and dreamt troubling images of her death. He was lonely, and bitter at Fate for denying him the large family he yearned for. Often times he'd stare at his best friend Steffen's large clan, wondering why he was denied such a blessing. It wasn't until a few more years passed by that Melchior opted to do something other than card games to alleviate the loneliness he endured: he decided to remarry.

Word reached his inner circle of Adrastos Larkhaven's quest for a suitor for his only daughter: Rowena Larkhaven, and Melchior leapt at the chance. There were a myriad of reasons for choosing Rowena: the alliance with the Larkhavens, the social connections, the recognition, but ultimately it boiled to one matter that truly pushed Melchior to reach for her: the day he met Adrastos Larkhaven and made his proposal was also the day he won the greatest sum of money ever, in all his years of playing. With such an event, Melchior was convinced luck was on his side and Fate was steering him into the right direction, and fought hard, convincing Adrastos that he should have Rowena's hand. By the time the moon hit the skies, the engagement was set and, with his loyal friend Steffen at his side, the wedding was planned. Within the month, a ring was on Rowena's finger, and a smile on Melchior's face.

Unfortunately, the smile was not to last...

Prior to the wedding, Adrastos had not allowed Melchior to meet, even see, Rowena, claiming it was for the sake of propriety. It was only after they were married that Melchior realized it was not etiquitte that Adrastos kept the two apart, but rather fear, for if Melchior had known the true nature of his bride, he would surely have called the wedding off! Rowena was the exact opposite of what Johanna had been: her hair was dark as the night, her face pale, often covered by a book she devoured, and her eyes were a shade of green that held such a defiance that it was a miracle Melchior did not throttle her on the spot. Rarely did she smile, but always did she speak. In anything and everything Rowena felt the need to voice her opinion, much to Melchior's resentment, especially since her opinion was always the opposite of his. Not once did Melchior ever lay a hand on Johanna, but Rowena.... he had tried not to, he truly did. But he could not help himself. It was an accident on one bitter occassion, but soon manifested into habit. It was not long before the servants of Ravenclaw Manor learned to steel their ears from the yelling and cursing from their Master's bedroom and look away from the bruises on Lady Ravenclaw's face and neck and the cuts and spell burns that would appear on Lord Ravenclaw, evidence of their Lady's attempts to defend herself.

The marriage was a failure in multiple ways and it was not long before Melchior found himself back to his own habits . The lack of heirs from their union convinced him that his wife was sterile, for Melchior never knew of the potions she ingested to prevent conception, and thus he gave up on his dreams of a large family, though he still visited his wife on occassion, mainly, if not solely for the "service" of wifely duties she was obligated to provide for him. With little to lose and nothing to gain in the marriage, Melchior allowed her to go on to onward and join three others to found the magical school; an idea he found to be utterly laughable. However, regardless of the status of his marriage, Melchior still very much views Rowena as his; his wife and therefore his property, and thus asked his best friend to join Rowena and watch over her, being his eyes and ears...




Magic Side: No particular preference; whichever aids or allows him to gain more money.
Favorite Spell: Accio; Lazy by nature and enjoys when objects come to him easily




Weakness:

-Women
-Gambling
-Drinking
-Smoking
-Laziness
-Educated at Bare Minimum
-Temper

Skills:

-Has a knack for gambling; an unusual lucky streak
-Bribing others to get his way

Items:

-Johanna's Wedding Ring
-Locket with a Photo of Johanna and a Lock of Her Hair
-Money Pouch Filled with Coins
-A Calender filled with various dates of social importance
-Deck of Cards
-Wand, Elm, 13 inches, Sparrow's Heart




Favorite Color: Gold; the Color of Galleons
Voice: Low and Lingering
Theme song: Wenches and Mead By Alestorm
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