Name: Cennétig Diarmuid Royceston Bana
Age: 13
Appearance: (Not entirely historically accurate but still)
House:
Wand:
Personality: Diarmuid is a sensitive and emotional person who realizes that he is nowhere nearly adult enough to be called a man despite his already quite advanced age - and this knowledge both saddens and exhilarates him. He relishes in the great freedoms he is allowed at Hogwarts as opposed to strictness of his familial household and is extremely happy with his life as it is. He absolutely loves Hogwarts, its teachers, its pupils, its lands and the subjects he studies. He'd stay here forever, if he could, but a horrible understanding of the fact that nothing is forever and at some point he will have to return home and assume the responsibilities and behavior of a fully adult man and member of his house terrifies him. The very thought of marriage makes him retch, and the fact that his mother and her acquaintances have already found him a nice and smart girl from the House of Black doesn't make it better. He, however, understands that one simply HAS to learn to become an adult eventually, and though it saddens him to no end, he simply cannot imagine for the events of his future to unfold any differently - not even a thought of going against the wellbeing of his family has ever entered his mind. As such, even so far away from the appraising eyes of his family members, Diarmuid strives to be an exemplary son, upholding the chivalrous code and his honor, attempting to behave in the most cultured manner possible and study as hard as it is humanly possible - at least, for as long as he remembers his father's parting advices and warnings. However, only whenever he allows himself to slip and live follow his own, childish and quite unsophisticated desires typical for a youngling, he truly feels happy - and when he remembers about the promises he made, he feels extremely ashamed that he ever did. He probably would never ever admit it, but if he somehow confronted a boggart, it'd immediately assume a tall, menacing and crow-like form of his father, black and attentive eyes piercing deep into his very soul, stiff, thin lips twitching and ready to part for a loud "En garde!", wiry, spider-like hand gripping the hilt of a training sword - somehow, Diarmuid has never ever doubted the fact that if he ever fought his father on real swords, he wouldn't hold back any of the blows, even if only to better educate him.
Deep inside, he thinks that maybe he is not exactly cut out for the role his father wants him to play - but he also knows for sure, that he is a proud and worthy son of an ancient family and that no matter the odds and situation he finds himself in, Noblesse Oblige - he was given all the chances a man could possibly hope for in this world and must make the best use of them, for the good of himself, his family and all of the world.
Bio: Born to a very, very ancient, noble and venerable Bana family, Diarmuid emerged from his mother's womb hairy, screaming and gnawing at his own umbilical cord with toothless gums - a most auspicious sign of good fortune and health. Father - himself a grandson to the current family head - was incredibly happy with the first boy in his marriage and temporarily left the familial business in order to dedicate all of his time to moulding the kid into a worthy addition to the household. Education was quite typical for a scion of a noble family and included such important subjects as fencing, falconry, studies of natural sciences, foreign languages, music, basics of magical duels, sorcery, and pyromantic divination and being locked in a dark room with a very angry poltergeist for several hours at a time. Whilst often bored to no ends - and at times, outright terrified by the harsh regimen conceived by his father - the boy was quite happy to receive so much attention and thus tried to do his best to make his family proud, despite his efforts often being forced and insincere. Luckily, his dearest mother noticed that under her husband's loving but harsh treatment the sensitive and emotional boy began to wilt and, through mysterious womanly techniques and long hours of assaulting him together with a flock of sisters and daughters, forced the father to give Cennétig a possibility to study on his own - which is why he, together with his falcon, horse, miniature pipe organ and a mighty gathering of servants, was sent off to Hogwarts where, as they say, a boy can be taught to be both a man and a mage. Diarmud accepted this idea with great enthusiasm - it's not that he really wanted to part with his home and family, but he was really really glad that for once he finally had a chance for some personal freedom and could wear something other than his family's traditional extremely stylish and so horribly ugly garb of black silk - his father was very conservative and traditional in all matters, and several years of life out of his attentive, eagle-like sight is a great and pleasant gulp of fresh air. He cannot wait to finally meet new people and see new sights and write home about them every single week like he promised to his sisters.
Plotting: I'll think about it once we get more guys. One idea is that my guy will have very old and romanticized understanding of honor and chivalry instilled into him by his father and thus will clash with pupils that haven't suffered through an old-fashioned nobleborn's education and are more down to earth. Also maybe he's just a bit speciist to muggles - not that he PERSONALLY despises them, but so many people in his family can't be compeltely wrong, right?
Family: Bana family is extremely old, extremely powerful, extremely noble and mostly extremely calcified in its almost millennia-long traditions that specify exactly on whom they can and can't book an assassination order. Times of them being an invisible, unknowable peaceful demise in the night from whom no man was safe despite any sorts of magical circles, wards, fortresses and guardians are long past - nowadays most of their income comes from their rich lands and advanced alchemical facilities which now produce extremely different and interesting concoctions in place of exotic unnoticeable poisons and draughts of deferred death. As time went by, prices raised, politics changed, civilization prevailed over barbarism and now any family whose name means at least
something in the magical society can be completely safe from the predations of Bana by donating them a small, completely symbolic sum of money every six years and three months - and all other mages are completely safe due to two reasons:
First - absolutely ungodly, godawful prices that members of the family usually charge and second - the fact that any sort of assassination requires an approval from at least one third of the Wizards's Council.
However, despite all these (mis)fortunes, Bana do not let their skills to become dull and rusty - all adult members of the main family are trained to very high standards and are expected to protect their households, families and interests with wands and blades in hands should the need arise - and, of course, despite these civilized times, there are still people or organisations in the Albion who just WON'T listen to reason, take the chances that are given to them and heed the friendly advice of their peers. When such people have received and disregarded the last and final warning, strong of the world still turn to Bana and expect them to do the thankless, but extremely well-paid job they've done throughout the centuries.
In the beginning of it's illustrious history, the family's crest was a preserved head of their most dangerous and elusive kill mounted on a silver pike, with words "NO ESCAPE" in Old English carved into it's forehead. However, today the times are much more civilized and as such the coat of arms and motto were changed in order to not upsed anyone's sensibilities. Today's crest presents itself as a maroon shield split into four quarters by a chain symbolizing Bana's tight familial bonds and the importance of services the family fulfills. On two lower quarters are a wand and a shortsword or dagger, representing the duality of the family's ancestral tools, whilst two upper quarters contain the image of an exotic Cypress plant that symbolizes transience and inescapable death of every human and at the same time, eternal life that awaits the family as a whole and scales held by a black hand, symbolizing the fairness of the family in business and negotiations. The official motto of Bana is "Rituum æqualia" or "Equal Rites" - a play on words informing the reader of the fact that Bana do not account for sex, age, race and social standing in
any of it's dealings and noting that they do not (at least on words) make a difference between any mage in the wizards' society, be he a muggle- or mageborn, rich or poor, learned or uneducated - after all, everyone ends their mortal path the exact same way. Unofficial motto, used by evil tongues and those family members who understand the irony of their existence is "Nil mortifi, quia pretium" or "No killing, for a small fee."
