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I'll get a post up as soon as I can!

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@Celeste Aw, haha, thanks! Can't wait to read what you and @HaleyTheRandom write!

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Finished Zeke's RS! Tell me if there's anything I should change!

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Location: Rowle Household; Train
Interacting With: Ophelia (@PhunkyPhoebe), Alva (@HaleyTheRandom) and Hyacinthus (@Celeste)

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It was to fingers brushing his hair, ghosting over the skin of his forehead, that Zeke woke up. His body comfortably melded against the warm covers of his bed, he kept his eyes closed, for the snatches of sleep that would soon become rare once the year started again. The fingers stilled for a moment, before Zeke heard his mother say, "I miss when your hair was like this."

Eyelids fluttering blearily open, Zeke groped for his side-fringe, weaving his fingers through his hair just in time to see the last wisps of brown-black be overrun by maniacal crimson. "I didn't know it turned back when I slept," he said plainly, as his locks became longer in his hands, an unruly nest atop his head.

"Why else do you think I wake you up, rather than make you set a spell on that old Muggle clock you keep?" Zeke smiled, and flung his arm over his eyes. His mother stood up from where she had been sitting on the bed, and opened the doors of his wardrobe, empty but for one hanging set of clothes.

Snorting, Zeke threw off the covers, and began to sit up. "That's not a very flattering nickname for Kymmen." As if on cue, a pitch-black raven swooped in through the window with the sunlight, and cawed its morning. His mother only tossed his clothes at him and closed the door behind her, and he only laughed.

Pulling off his nightwear to don ripped jeans, a faded tee, and shrug on his robes and sneakers, Zeke wiped the night's sleep away from his eyes and whistled a two-note tune. In a flutter of wings, Kymmen launched himself from the window sill and perched himself on Zeke's shoulder. With the summer slipping away, he bent to pick up his luggage, he felt the public mask be tucked away in his coat pocket, for later use.

His parents were in the kitchen, and after a hearty breakfast together, Zeke found himself at the doorstep, luggage in tow, Kymmen fluffing his feathers in mute and disgruntled protest in his cage. His father pulled him into an embrace, made him promise to work hard, and clapped his shoulder. His face was lined, and when Zeke returned he would find more weariness in the crinkles at the corners of his lips. But Zeke smiled back, as though the concept of his parents ageing didn't hurt as much as it did.

And then his mother enveloped him in her arms. She held him tight, and Zeke returned the hug, feeling the narrow shoulders under him rise and fall with even breath. When she pulled away, she held him by the forearms. Her eyes searched his face, and Zeke knew she was looking at the shock of red hair, the piercing in his frown, and remembering the bright laughter of a boy with black hair who had been well-mannered to all. Zeke hadn't bid them goodbye - not yet, not properly - but he could feel his face turning to stone, the corners of his lips tugging downwards. And his mother knew exactly what he was doing.

She combed the stray strands out of his face as the wind blustered around them, whipping Zeke's robes about his ankles. "I do miss the dark hair," she said softly.

When Zeke opened his eyes and stumbled to regain his balance in the bustle of King's Cross, with luggage and crow in hand, he pretended the pinch in his chest was no more than a by-product of Apparition. He took stock of his surroundings, in a lone corridor where no one had seen him. Muggles passed in an oblivious stream, ten feet away. Hastily, Zeke gathered his belongings, and marched out into the brightly-lit platform.

After hurtling himself at a pillar, Zeke was on Platform 9 3/4. There was the usual blend of veteran students, come back for another year at the grind, and first-years who all looked pasty and quaking. Zeke manouvred his way around them, almost twice as tall as some of them. He attracted strange looks for his hair, but found himself unbothered. In the crushing mass, he heard flashes of voices that sounded familiar, glimpses of faces none too strange, but in the swell of the crowd had no desire other than to make his way to the train.

Swinging himself onboard, he hauled his things with him and prowled the aisle. He came across a compartment with a well-known red-head, and he quietly slipped himself in. Slumbering, Ophelia had her cat in her lap. Carefully, Zeke set his trunk and cage up on the seat opposite her. But those feline eyes seemed fixated on Kymmen, so Zeke unlatched the wire door and let Kymmen ride on his shoulder.

He swore that cat gave him a dirty glare for that.

Quickly leaving a note on his luggage with an echoed snatch of conversation he had caught on the platform (Remember to write your mother, sweet one) and guessing Ophelia would be able to recognise his handwriting, Zeke slipped back out onto the narrow corridor again. There were third-years zipping up and down the walkway, but their steps faltered and became paces again when one of them collided against his midriff and caught his glower. He walked for some time, before he came across a compartment with a blonde pixie.

He poked his head into Alva's compartment, leaning in and tipping Kymmen precariously so he squawked in indignant outrage and flapped his wings for balance. "I can't tell if you avoided the sun like a ghoul this summer, or if I'm remembering you tanner," he chimed with a smirk that broadened into a smile. "How were your hols?"

Then, he noticed that there was another boy with her, and at once his eyes skittered over him. Septum ring, dyed blonde hair. Hyacinthus, Hufflepuff fifth-year. Zeke gave him a nod of the head in salutation. "All right," he said, by way of greeting.

The Relations of Hogwarts

Zeke Rowle

☠ Enemy || ☯ Neutral || ★ Friend || ♥ Love Interest

Hogwarts Relations

A L V A . Z O L K I N | ★
"The girl’s the definition of tireless."
Zeke – against all odds – actually likes the girl. He expected her to throw in the befriending-towel after a couple of huffy rebuffs from him but she doesn’t seem to know what it means to quit. And that – before anything else – was what Zeke came to like about her. When at last he stopped trying to keep her away, he made disparaging and pointed comments about how sometimes it’s easier to just give up, but he won’t ever admit for the life of him that Alva’s persistence made him feel…alright. She’s got a feisty spirit for such a small girl – it’s wonderfully easy to ruffle her hair and feathers – even if she keeps trying to change his fashion choices.

C H A R L E S . K E M P | ☯
“Hogwarts gave me a family, and it’s an unspoken agreement not to begrudge your own.”
Charles is a year younger than Zeke, but the boy has a certain stand-offish way about him. And it’s known that his kind of news can only be bad. He’s made his sentiments about Muggle-borns known, and Zeke thinks with some degree of bitterness that people like the Kemp are the reason why purebloods have become targets of another kind of prejudice. Zeke’s also come across Charles bullying other students before several times, and stepped in. Beyond that, not many words have been exchanged between the two. He definitely disapproves of Charles’ habits, but the boy’s a Slytherin, and Zeke hasn’t got much of an appetite for keeping bad blood within a house.

E L I Z E . V A N Z A N T | ☯
"Oh, the barefoot Herbology President."
Zeke is hardly outward, and Elize seems to favour the company of beasts to that of humans, so he doesn’t know her from Adam. He’s seen her Patronus – a wispy conjured panther made of blue smoke – in Defence classes, and that wand of hers looks a peculiar thing. Zeke’s been tempted to palm it in class when the doldrums strike, just to see how long he could get away with it, but he’s resisted the impulse so far. The quietest embers always flare the worst, and Zeke isn't about to take a gainless chance.

E V A N G E L I N E . D R A K E | ☯
“The girl with tattoos and sparse clothing?"
Their paths haven’t crossed much, though from what little Zeke can glean the Gryffindor doesn’t seem to like Slytherins, or him, all that much. Zeke thinks maybe the red hair offends her. He would be insulted by such premature judgment, if the premise didn’t make him smirk so much.

G R E G O R Y . J O N E S | ☯
"Seems decent enough. Never came across him before, or an urge to punch him, so that’s a wonderful start. No, listen, believe me."
Zeke doesn’t know much about Jones, beyond the fact that he and Alva are good friends. The fellow is a Muggle-Born, and Zeke especially likes the strange hat-thing he frequently infuriates the professors with in class. For a Gryffindor, he looks like he’s got a good handle on his bravado.

H Y A C I N T H U S . T R I V E T T | ☯
"He’s got a name like a flower, and he wears ‘em like a crown.
Two years his junior, and of house Hufflepuff, Hyacinthus isn’t very well-known to Zeke. His silver-blonde hair is made all the more noticeable in passing when topped with a ring of flowers. Hyacinthus’ name has been making rounds in the school, and there have been rumours of mischief to do with him. Zeke only finds it amusing, as he does the septum ring the boy has in his nostrils. He seems like a straight-edged kid, and trouble just doesn’t ring a bell with Hyacinthus in Zeke’s head. The closest to interaction he’s had with the boy was in sixth-year, when he came across Charles Kemp bothering Hyacinthus. There had been cronies arranged to stand guard in the corridor, but Zeke had flared his hair into a more alarming shade of fire and grinned a faux smile with sharp canines to get them to step aside while he went forward to intervene. Since then, Zeke hasn’t had much to do with Hyacinthus. The whispers say Hyacinthus has been training up his spells, and Zeke’s been keeping a ear out for that.

J O H N S O N . L E E D S | ☯
"Wait wait, let me guess…the boy who thinks he’s a charmer."
Zeke doesn’t know Johnson well, despite being in the same year. From what he’s gathered from his peripheral vision, Johnson seems to be have a high regard for himself, and he’s managed to get his way with nothing more than a grin before. Zeke’s never had that smile flashed at him, and he would prefer very much not to have that manipulative glint turned on him.

L U C A S . W E S T O N | ☯/☠
"Ah, the American…It is the American pretty-boy we’re talking about, yeah?"
Zeke hasn’t talked much to Lucas, since his transfer in third year. They’re classmates, but Zeke doesn’t think he’s said more than five words to the kid. He gets the feeling Lucas treads on glass around him, but he hasn’t thought to evaluate the inkling yet. While generally unemotional about Lucas, Zeke harbours mistrust for the boy, especially because the Hufflepuff tiptoes so much it’s become his regular walk.

M A D I S O N . L I | ☯
"Quiet, unassuming."
They’ve hardly talked, but she’s prominent in class. People have said she’s too frank, but an amused Zeke thinks that’s a charm to have. He’s heard boys in passing call her a tease, but Zeke doesn’t think the girl even know what she’s doing sometimes.

O P H E L I A . C R A F T E R | ★
"Ha, she’s an alright one there. A red-headed oxymoron, and I like that."
Ophelia’s always been slight of figure, but when they crossed paths in the Slytherin common room in the dead of night to sabotage the same less-savoury house-mate, Zeke thought she was definitely too small to be picking fights with snakes like that. He’s gotten to know Ophelia since then, and has come to the conclusion that the girl is, in fact, a nice Slytherin, rare as they come. Oh, she’s got that bite all of them do, but she very admirably keeps it balanced. She’s got this thing for integrity too, while Zeke’s forgotten how to play fair and honesty. Zeke might get his ear twisted a little for that, but Ophelia hasn’t tried to make him change, or overstep boundaries, and he can appreciate that. She’s nice to be around for down-time, when the common room is cold and murmuring with low conversation or when it’s roaring with life and unruliness, the two of them tucked away in chairs with a book to read and a hot beverage.

T A D E O . D I A Z | ☯
"Eh, the new Slytherin recruit? Sure, why not."
A transfer from King Cove, Diaz is a year younger than Zeke, so they haven’t crossed paths much beyond the obligatory passing in corridors in common-rooms. They might have said a few words, but no ties so far have been established. Tadeo seems like a rambler sometimes, but he certainly surpassed Zeke’s expectations when he arrived.

T H O M A S . C R E V I K I | ☯
"Been in a lot of clubs, hasn’t he?”
Zeke hasn’t met Thomas properly before. They belong in the same year, but their paths have so far been diverging. He seems a lad keen on Quidditch and learning, still glowing with bushy-tailed wonder about the magic world. Zeke can’t say anything bad about Thomas, but he’s managed to make the graphics on his shirts move, and Zeke is quietly bemusedly impressed by that.

W Y A T T . B L A C K W O O D | ☯
"Is he the one called Know-It-All? Not to enforce stereotypes and all that, but I’d wager the boy’s a Ravenclaw."
Zeke doesn’t know Wyatt well, though the boy is certainly recognisable behind gawky glasses. He’s full of Mayflower Sensibilities – or at least it seems that way – and perhaps the lip ring doesn’t do it for the boy. Zeke doesn’t think he’s in any of Wyatt’s good books.

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Hahah, it's so much fun reading the relations sheets to see what people think about Zeke, and it seems most people don't know what to make of him. Feel free to strike up a conversation or anything, even if he bites back. I'll try to get my relations sheet and first post up soon, once I figure out the details!

Edit: Posted Zeke's RS, but it's still a WIP. I'll add on the others as we go!

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@PhunkyPhoebe Oh yeah, definitely!

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Zeke Rowle/Slytherin

_{Zeke Rowle}

_{"I'm just a mirror, darling, and none of us are all that pretty."}

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More Than Just A Name

Name:

Ezekiel “Zeke” Anthony Rowle

Nickname:

Zeke

Birth Date:

31 October

Age:

17

Sexuality:

Bisexual

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Eyes Of The Beholder

In Depth Appearance:

Zeke’s most notable feature would have to be his hair, a testament for a Metamorphmagus gene somewhere in his DNA code that he think he got from an ancestor back in the Victorian era. Flaming red and unruly as bramble – but soft as cotton – Zeke easily stands out in any crowd. Standing 185cm (6’) and weighing 67kg (147lb), if his hair doesn’t first get your attention, his posture likely will. Zeke tends to slouch, and he is often caught with his hands in his pockets, or with his dark brown eyes staring into the distance as his lips whistle an indistinct tune. He has a whole range of facial expressions, though the most common ones would be various interpretations of scowls. His eyes however always remain bright and alert. Neither muscly nor buff, Zeke has an average physique that could be described as lanky. It’s hard to tell if his shoulders are broad, because he habitually rounds them in a sag. His complexion hangs between pale and relatively-tan, since he doesn’t get out much. Zeke has a lip piercing, which he can detach but would rather not. For the interests of remaining recognisable, Zeke tends to keep his bright shocking mane and doesn’t alter the rest of his appearance much, unless very keen to.

Clothing Style:

Zeke has a severe weakness for scuffed sneakers, jeans with scars running up and down their lengths, old bomber jackets and wooly hoodies in the autumn. On a good day, he might look like he had just come off the streets. On a bad day – well, perhaps we shouldn’t explore the possibility. He enjoys casual clothes and his nightwear often comprises of graphic tees and pants.

Tattoos | Scars | Markings:

One lip piercing, and a scar on his jawline just above his chin he got when someone decked him two years ago.

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Behind The Mask

Likes:

• Integrity
• Hot drinks
• Being indoors while rain beats against stone walls
• Reading
• Muggle movies
• Emotional connections
• Being understood

Dislikes:

• Having control wrenched out of his hands
• Being made to feel powerless
• Baseless first impressions
• Meeting new people
• Losing out

Fears:

• Having no chance to prove himself
• Screwing up that one chance
• Losing sight of what is important – he thinks he could already be on his way there

Personality:

♦ Bitter ♦ Guarded ♦ Sly ♦ Ruthless ♦

Zeke likes to keep his cards close to his chest. He doesn’t think he can trust people with his life-story, so he tends to keep mum about that unless his lips have been loosened – with drinks or bribes. But if presented with the latter, Zeke could very well be lying. He could be said to be suspicious, or unnaturally disbelieving of people. Then again, he isn’t entirely dependable himself. If Zeke catches sight of a goal and develops an affinity for it, he would be hard-pressed to let it go. Not stepping on toes while he reaches for what he wants, but instead stepping around obstructing figures, is a new paradigm for him that remains largely unexplored. Manipulation and fibs have been stepping stones for Zeke to take advantage of so far.

Zeke tends to reflect – project your thoughts onto him, and he just might throw them back at you. It makes pinning him down as a study difficult, and he likes it that way. He also has a penchant for holding grudges. He places no little effort in focusing on what is before him every day, so wrongs that pass his way are not easily forgiven, much less forgotten. Discerning, scrutinising and a caustic sceptic at heart, Zeke is not very tolerant of bullshit and lying to him is sure to get his guard up – or at best his tongue sharp and wagging. Which is ironic – and perhaps hypocritical of him – since he employs less-honourable tactics to get his way at times (though in his defense, only under urgent need).

All in all, Zeke seems like a very distasteful caricature of a person. He keeps people at arm’s length, though he could be easily persuaded to lean closer into house-mates or people like him to spot the similarities. He does everything – the consequential and the petty – intensely, with his heart, and this takes a toll on him daily. He’s a study in contrasts, and while he likes his own solitude, he knows how lonely his own head can be.

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Delving Deeper

Background:

Ezekiel “Zeke” Anthony Rowle – though for the love of all that is good and holy please do not call him Ezekiel – was born into a well-off, pureblood family. His parents were decent, and he had been taught from young to be respectful, compassionate, and compromising. Perhaps his parents were trying to wash the stain off their name, one generation at a time, because they were closely – if not directly (it got so hard to keep track of criss-crossing family trees sometimes) – related to another Rowle who had been an active follower of Lord Voldemort during the Second Wizarding War.

The aristocrats were always the worst class of people, who gossiped the most and behaved pettishly, and Zeke received no end of mocking and heckling from his peers of similar blood and class for being a Rowle. The status quo had been tipped on its ear. Zeke absolutely hated the undisguised stares his family received in public; how mothers would pull their children by their stunted hands across the street he was walking down; and how wizards and witches in Diagon Alley pointed them wordlessly towards the dingy shadows of Knockturn Alley – without fail – every time they thought to visit Flourish and Blotts or Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. They had been verbally-accosted before, though it was an occasional occurrence, and Zeke can remember being accused of being a Muggle-Hater more than once. His parents would tell him not to pay them any mind, to keep his head up. They tipped the soothing words into the shell of his ear as blood pounded in his head and his hair turned alarming shades until the stream of words replayed verbatim, an assuaging melody, and his locks smoldered back to black with streaks of copper, embers waiting to be relit into a roaring blaze at the slightest provocation. After all, it was a specific breed of people who were offensive and brazen enough; they weren’t worth his anger.

Zeke listened, at first. Initially desperate to prove them wrong, he took to Muggle clothing. After a few debacles involving currency conflicts in clothing lines, he had an entire wardrobe full of vests, jeans and hoodies, while his robes and curve-toed boots were crammed into a corner. Looking back, he doesn’t know why he even thought that would work, but he hasn’t changed his fashion since.

After a while, Zeke’s attempts turned into apathy, and then hardened into bitter rancours. It didn’t matter that he crossed other children with a smile and a wave, if they all ran away screaming with cries of murder, followed by shrill laughter while he watched their backs disappear. It didn’t matter that he shook hands and greeted adult wizards politely, if their smiles slipped off their faces faster than essence of eel when they asked for his name and he answered with a reluctant grimace. His name was a bad rep, and no matter what he did he never could seem to convince people to look past what he had been born with to see anything else. And so his smiles turned to glowers. His waves turned into a pointed finger while he whispered “Avada kedavra,” so the children had a soundtrack to their game, a reason to turn their laughter into terrified shrieks. He met grown-ups with deadpan stares and offered his name before he did his hand so he wouldn’t have to feel theirs stiffen and quickly rescinded. He turned aspirations into ambitions, and humoured charm into cunning. Somewhere, along the line, in trying to prove people wrong, Zeke had come to accept that they were right.

Extra:

Fred and George Weasley – no splitting hairs there!

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Hogwarts Information

House:

Slytherin

Year:

7th

Blood Status:

Pure Blood

Wand:

Made from apple, with a dragon heartstring core, Zeke’s wand is 14 inches and supple.

Familiar:

Black raven, called Kymmen

Patronus:

Northern Goshawk

Professor?

No

Death Eater?

No

Quidditch?

Beater, if he plays

Extracurricular Activities?

None at the moment

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@HaleyTheRandom Oy! What do you mean by trying to make his appearance better? XD Yeah, I think it looks neat! Just "the boy instantly intrigued by the way he seemed" may need a bit of tweaking, but I'm nitpicking, forgive me. Say whatever you want to about him, and we can discuss anything if you want

@HushedWhispers The character sheets are great, for me. It's a little tough to pan out how your character may react to another going by just the CS alone, but it kickstarts some consideration and conversation about establishing the basics and that helps save time IC, I think!

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@HushedWhispers Noted, thank you very much!
@PhunkyPhoebe Hahaha, funnily enough, when I was reading Ophelia's CS, I realised they both had a few cropping similarities. From their hair being their "most notable feature" to scars on their faces from accidents. And yeah, working out the dynamics between house-mates is going to be an experience. Being Slytherins, they're rather alike, and I think Zeke definitely won't try to get on her bad side. Maybe they grow on each other? Maybe they hit it right off the bat? I'm not sure myself. Do you have any ideas?

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@HushedWhispers Thank you!
Edit: Although I'm not sure if it's too late to add Zeke into the relations sheets? I'll get working on mine and the first post tomorrow!