I'm trying to think of who would have helped out my character than eventually brought him into the league. Which of the three would be particularly sympathetic to a criminal who just got in over his head as a kid and couldn't get out. Or perhaps it could be some other established hero who simply wasn't interested in becoming part of the league but encouraged my guy to join.
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I've got an idea for a character. I've skimmed over the others but I wanna drop the idea here, make sure he doesn't overlap too much with anyone else.
I'm thinking of someone with portal abilities. The exact source is still something I'm working on. A mostly "reformed criminal" brought into the league by a higher up. Similar to what happened with Plastic Man. I was thinking he got into trouble as a kid and got in with the wrong crowd. Eventually drew the attention of a powerful underworld type who coerced him into doing worse things. He was given a second chance and he's making the best of it, though he still tends to use his power for small personal gain here and there.
I'm thinking of someone with portal abilities. The exact source is still something I'm working on. A mostly "reformed criminal" brought into the league by a higher up. Similar to what happened with Plastic Man. I was thinking he got into trouble as a kid and got in with the wrong crowd. Eventually drew the attention of a powerful underworld type who coerced him into doing worse things. He was given a second chance and he's making the best of it, though he still tends to use his power for small personal gain here and there.
Ronnie's smile fell away, abashed at his misstep with the comment about the flowers. Leave it to him to say the wrong thing... again. Still, it seemed to bring Brandon out of his funk. Ronnie nodded along; of course he didn't like seeing his friends cry either. But were they really doing Amelia any favors? Just assuming she needed them to fight her battles then sulking when something went wrong. Nah. She's stronger than they give her credit for... Then again they're stronger than they give themselves credit for. His stomach gradually unclenched itself. He observed (not for the first time) that a big part of the group tended to withdraw when uncomfortable. He wondered if that wouldn't continue to cause problems...
"Hell yeah!" he responded immediately to Brandon, wrapping an arm around him and one around Penny. "We're here to party, not take gardening lessons." He began leading them back into the house when Alex appeared asking for ideas on some sort of distraction. "Yo, how about you rap for us? Even if it doesn't make us all laugh it'll be such a cringe-fest we'll forget this morning ever happened." He laughed out loud, then shrugged. "Nah, how about a game or something. Get everyone involved in something, maybe get the alchy flowing."
Just then his phone went off and he read the text from Elizabeth with a satisfied smirk. "That works too..."
"Aight, listen up. We're gonna head inside, and change into our swimsuits..." he paused then added with a wink and grin, "or you know... whatever you feel comfortable swimming in. Then we're gonna start this summer off right with the best pool party ever."
He directed the group inside, pulling Alex into his half-embrace as he passed. Once inside he called out to everyone in earshot. "I wanna see all your sexy bodies out at the pool within ten minutes. Any later and I can't guarantee there'll be any watermelon left." He grinned at his companions then rushed up the stairs to change.
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Shortly after he was walking out to the pool, his flips flops slapping on the tiled floor surrounding it. He'd wasted no time in changing, excited to get to the fun part of the day. He'd momentarily even considered just heading straight to the pool and letting his boxer briefs serve as his suit. Hell, they were less revealing than any speedo. He figured everyone would thank him for wearing trunks... at least for now.
He was one of the first, noticing only Amelia was present by the pool's edge. He walked over to her, kicking off his flip flops and setting his towel and sunglasses down on the nearest recliner. "You know Amelia... it can be dangerous to be so close to the pool fully clothed. Some clown might think it's funny to just push you in..."
He lunged in her direction with a mischievous grin, but went right past her for a low dive into the deep end. His dive minimized the splashing though it would be enough to still get Amelia's clothes a little wet if she didn't react in time. Ronnie surfaced once more with a smile, treading water. "Lucky for you this clown would rather just mess with you."
The rain didn't seem to be letting up, which really, was fine with Celio. He was crouched next to a fallen tree towards the top of a low hill. He'd never really minded the rain, and it usually gave him an excuse to warm up in front of the fire with a glass of wine. The rain would probably keep the Muggles away too. The last thing they needed was a bunch of defenseless Muggles to get curious and come check out the light show that would surely happen soon.
He watched and waited as the rest of his team took their positions, wand at the ready in his left hand. He didn't envy Iz's task. He was just going to make himself a target. Celio's eyes wandered back to the cauldron at the center of the circle. It was hard to see exactly what was going on there through the downpour, the Impervius charm on his head only helping slightly. Nobody on his team seemed to have any idea what this group was up to or what they were brewing, just that it was illegal and drawing attention.
As Iz walked out to try and make the arrest, Celio popped a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean into his mouth with his free hand. He'd become fascinated with them on moving to Britain, and had taken to eating (or attempting to eat) one before each training exercise. Though he was more excited than nervous, the ritual helped ease his tension. His face contorted and he immediately spit it out. Wasabi. As expected, the wild group didn't bother to let Izaiah finish, and the fight began.
Celio stood up and pointed his wand at the fallen tree next to him and cast a Banishing Charm which set it rolling down the hill. He calmly followed after it, smirking as it knocked over two unsuspecting wizards before rolling to a stop. He disarmed them both, then increased his movement. His opponents weren't exactly expert marksman but he wasn't going to give them a clear target for any curses. The rain meant eye contact would be difficult, which would make it that much more difficult to use his Legilimency. Best to not waste time trying it.
He watched and waited as the rest of his team took their positions, wand at the ready in his left hand. He didn't envy Iz's task. He was just going to make himself a target. Celio's eyes wandered back to the cauldron at the center of the circle. It was hard to see exactly what was going on there through the downpour, the Impervius charm on his head only helping slightly. Nobody on his team seemed to have any idea what this group was up to or what they were brewing, just that it was illegal and drawing attention.
As Iz walked out to try and make the arrest, Celio popped a Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean into his mouth with his free hand. He'd become fascinated with them on moving to Britain, and had taken to eating (or attempting to eat) one before each training exercise. Though he was more excited than nervous, the ritual helped ease his tension. His face contorted and he immediately spit it out. Wasabi. As expected, the wild group didn't bother to let Izaiah finish, and the fight began.
Celio stood up and pointed his wand at the fallen tree next to him and cast a Banishing Charm which set it rolling down the hill. He calmly followed after it, smirking as it knocked over two unsuspecting wizards before rolling to a stop. He disarmed them both, then increased his movement. His opponents weren't exactly expert marksman but he wasn't going to give them a clear target for any curses. The rain meant eye contact would be difficult, which would make it that much more difficult to use his Legilimency. Best to not waste time trying it.
The quiet hadn't lasted long. Damar had immediately jumped to fix the situation, while Alex had just exploded. As the situation grew increasingly and unnecessarily tense, so did Ronnie's gut. This wasn't right. This sort of thing shouldn't be happening on their first day. His stomach twisted in on itself as he imagined someone being so upset they left.
Typically this was something he could handle. Ronnie was typically the first to go after someone who was upset by the group. It was important to him that no one felt like they didn't belong for any reason. But right now? Damar, Eva, Brandon, Alex, and possibly Lance? He just took comfort in the fact that Amelia seemed to be dealing with it fine. She was focusing on other people's troubles over her own. The knot in his stomach loosened a bit and he began to walk after Damar when Kai walked in.
Oh thank God. At least for now, Damar was in good hands. He waved at Kai, saving his hug for later. Just then he felt a tug on his arm, turning to find it was Penny dragging him along. Rescue mission? He followed curiously, not entirely sure what she meant. When he saw Brandon, Ronnie understood. He also wasn't surprised to see her stop short, despite her earlier confidence in leading the way.
"B! What the hell you doing in here?" he asked as he walked up to Brandon. He paused long enough to take a look at the flowers. "I know what you're thinking. There's enough flowers here to give everyone a beautiful bouquet. But I don't think Elizabeth's gonna like you picking all her flowers." That was terrible. He glanced back at Penny, sure she'd give him shit for it later. "Seriously though, you all right man? I know shit got kinda heated just now, but you know it's all good, right B?" Even as he said the words, his stomach threatened to fold in on itself again. "Some of 'em just got worked up. You know Alex... does that. You know Eva doesn't like being ganged up on." He shook his head with a chuckle. "Just our friends being themselves, right?"
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Brandon walked in shortly after, asking about swimming. Ronnie chuckled, amused to see that the idea of skinny dipping was gaining ground. Though he knew it probably wouldn't happen... yet, or not with the full group anyway. Ronnie practically jumped after hearing Damarquis's cry of joy on seeing Brandon. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but even now it was easy to get startled by Damarquis.
Upon hearing that Brandon had been with Elizabeth and Amelia, he laughed out loud. "B, you dog. I see you, enjoying your time with the girls." He threw an arm around Brandon, pulling him in for a friendly hug. "I'm sure things go real dirty." He wigged his eyebrows, teasing his friend. "Seriously though, glad you could make it. We couldn't have you locked up playing video games in the dark all summer." He babbled on for a bit, missing Jocelyn's initial entrance into the foyer and Eva's exit.
Eventually noticing Jocelyn, Ronnie was about to go over for his usual hug when a small form burst into the foyer. Confused he stopped and looked around to find Amelia wrapped in only a towel, her face buried in Damarquis torso wet with tears. Something that was not quite a grin spread across his face as the sight was unlike anything he'd seen. Still, one thing was obvious. Amelia wasn't in a room full of people in only a towel because she wanted to be.
Unsure of what to do in the sudden quiet, he walked over to them. He didn't say anything as he trusted Damarquis to calm her better. Pulling his own shirt over his head, he held it out for Damarquis to give her. That the shirt might not actually help her because it was too big and off too little material did not appear to cross his mind.
Celio Pegaso
Name: Celio Pegaso
Age: 22
Lineage: Pure Blood
School/house: Beauxbatons
Patronus: Iberian Lynx
Personality:
A smug, spoiled rich kid, Celio makes an impression on just about everyone he meets. Celio has had very little stand in his way over the years and isn't going to start letting it now. He is confident in his own ability to reach any goal he sets for himself, believing it's just a matter of time, resources, and skill. He's been told his entire life he's better. His own successes and experience having reinforced that, and he has come to take it as fact. He likes to surround himself with similarly talented or gifted people, ignoring those he feels are beneath him. Celio is clever and perceptive, not always relying on his Legilimency to figure out what someone is thinking. He delights in figuring out just what that is and turning it on his enemies. As another result of his privileged life, he can be materialistic and indulgent at times. He has no issue spending money on the finest clothes, food and equipment. When the crew has a night out, he pays. Some question his reasons for being an Auror, as it seems he's just in it for the power and privilege. He'll be the first to agree, but in reality, there's something within him that reminds him that someone needs to fight the good fight. Someone needs to get their hands dirty for those who can't.
Bio:
Born into a wealthy pure blood family, Celio had a privileged upbringing. Maximiliano Pegaso was the latest wizard in a long line of Aurors. Maximiliano and Tatiana met in their Auror training. Though she didn't quite make it through training, she landed a good job in the Spanish Ministry. The two married and had three children: Estela, Celio, Renato. As a child, Celio was given just about everything he asked for, and only the finest. Though the days of blood supremacy were on their way out, his family was very sure of its own superiority in general. Magical or not, they had money and influence.
It's no surprise that he became well-known in his time at Beauxbatons, for better or for worse. Through his family connections, he already had friends upon arriving at school. In addition, he went out of his way to establish further connections with the more talented of his peers, all while pointedly ignoring those he felt unworthy of his time. Following in a similar vein as his parents and older sister, he excelled at most of his classes while managing to get in good graces with all but the sternest of teachers. He had a reputation for audacity, immediately trying out for the Quidditch team on his brand-new broom (he didn't make it) and asking out his fifth-year sister's friend to the Winter Ball (she said no).
By the middle of his second year, Celio had given up on the Quidditch team after finding the Dueling Club. While he still loved Quidditch (a Pamplona fan, naturally), the art of Dueling caught his attention. The one-on-one matchup of magical skill and reflexes was exhilarating. He delighted in pitting himself against another, armed with only their wits and wands. Celio was particularly notable among the younger duelists, in that he was the first to really begin reading his opponents. Through his opponent's body language and what he could recall of his opponent's previous matches, he was able start predicting their movements. Then it was during a duel in his third year that something else first happened. Thiago Melo, one of the worst in the club, had been unfortunate enough to be matched against Celio. It should have been a quick match, but Celio took the opportunity to mess with Thiago and draw out the match. As Celio made a show of countering each spell Thiago flung his way almost as soon as it had been cast, the two met eyes.
For just a moment, Celio could feel Thiago's intense frustration and dislike. He also just knew that Thiago meant to direct a jinx directly at Celio's face after feigning a stumble backwards. Caught off guard by this sensation, Celio came to a halt just as Thiago pretended to stumble backwards. He was trying to process what had happened when he felt something like a hot egg cracking on his cheek, and he fell backward. His fury at losing such an easy duel was only overshadowed by his confusion as to what he had done. Despite his half-hearted attempts to claim he'd let Thiago win, everyone had clearly seen Celio caught off guard by what they assumed to be Thiago's "trick." That evening he sent an owl to his mother, receiving a quick response telling him only that he shouldn't worry, but also not tell anyone what had really happened.
When he next went home for Christmas, he was introduced to the concept of Legilimency and began to train quietly each time he went home. Over the next few years, as his skill in Legilimency grew, he learned to exploit it. This was in direct opposition to his family's many warnings. At first it was small things, seeing as it was nearly impossible to do it without eye contact and speaking the incantation. By the time he had learned to cast nonverbal magic, he was making great use of his ability in duels, his classes, and even sometimes his dating life. By avoiding use in front of the shrewder professors, he thought he could get away with anything, even managing to pull exam information out of his other teachers.
Eventually his secret got out. He would never figure out where he had slipped up, but the school knew. He was a Legilimens. And yet, for some reason it seemed they had convinced themselves he was less skilled than he was. Most seemed perfectly content to accept that he was just good at reading people in general (which he was). Still there were those he had wronged among the student body who tried to claim he couldn't be trusted. Celio was pleased to learn a few students had taken up Occlumency, for in this he observed something that only fed his smugness. Many of those students, thinking they were safe in guarding their minds, foolishly took no care in watching their own body language. Duels against these self-proclaimed Occlumens were among the quickest. And yet, even this wasn't the biggest news of his final year.
It's no surprise that Celio had planned to be an Auror from day one. It was in his blood. His father was head of the Auror Department, his sister was one of the best young Aurors, he loved dueling, and of course there was a desire deep within him to make the world a safer place. Not that he ever said that last part out loud. However, shortly before Easter in his final year, Estela was killed on a routine investigation. Devastated, his family withdrew from the public eye for a full two weeks. During this time, Celio's father took the blame on himself. As her father, and head of the department the responsibility was his. Worried for his son, Maximiliano forbade Celio from becoming an Auror, making it clear he would be rejected immediately. He pleaded with his mother to talk to his father, but shaken by Estela’s death, even she couldn't bring herself to confront Maximiliano. Despite continued warnings that he’d be immediately rejected, Celio continued in his efforts to become an Auror. To no one's surprise but his own, he was indeed rejected upon applying for the Auror training program despite his top marks.
Heartbroken, he confronted Maximiliano once more, but the man had become even more stubborn. Celio found himself stuck. They very man who had opened all the other doors in his life now stood before the one closed door Celio desired to go through. A mixture of dedication, pride, and spite was what eventually drove him to search for positions in other countries. He made use of his own connections, but found that Maximiliano's influence stretched farther than expected, blocking him from joining the Auror programs in France and Portugal with his friends from school. Eventually he made his connection through his mother's brother, an ambassador to the Ministry of Magic in the UK. Celio was accepted to their Auror training program and made it through the three years. He butt heads with his fellow students on many occasions, but he managed to prove himself a valuable member of the team time and time again.
Celio Pegaso
Name: Celio Pegaso
Age: 22
Lineage: Pure Blood
School/house: Beauxbatons
Patronus: Iberian Lynx
Personality:
A smug, spoiled rich kid, Celio makes an impression on just about everyone he meets. Celio has had very little stand in his way over the years and isn't going to start letting it now. He is confident in his own ability to reach any goal he sets for himself, believing it's just a matter of time, resources, and skill. He's been told his entire life he's better. His own successes and experience having reinforced that, and he has come to take it as fact. He likes to surround himself with similarly talented or gifted people, ignoring those he feels are beneath him. Celio is clever and perceptive, not always relying on his Legilimency to figure out what someone is thinking. He delights in figuring out just what that is and turning it on his enemies. As another result of his privileged life, he can be materialistic and indulgent at times. He has no issue spending money on the finest clothes, food and equipment. When the crew has a night out, he pays. Some question his reasons for being an Auror, as it seems he's just in it for the power and privilege. He'll be the first to agree, but in reality, there's something within him that reminds him that someone needs to fight the good fight. Someone needs to get their hands dirty for those who can't.
Bio:
Born into a wealthy pure blood family, Celio had a privileged upbringing. Maximiliano Pegaso was the latest wizard in a long line of Aurors. Maximiliano and Tatiana met in their Auror training. Though she didn't quite make it through training, she landed a good job in the Spanish Ministry. The two married and had three children: Estela, Celio, Renato. As a child, Celio was given just about everything he asked for, and only the finest. Though the days of blood supremacy were on their way out, his family was very sure of its own superiority in general. Magical or not, they had money and influence.
It's no surprise that he became well-known in his time at Beauxbatons, for better or for worse. Through his family connections, he already had friends upon arriving at school. In addition, he went out of his way to establish further connections with the more talented of his peers, all while pointedly ignoring those he felt unworthy of his time. Following in a similar vein as his parents and older sister, he excelled at most of his classes while managing to get in good graces with all but the sternest of teachers. He had a reputation for audacity, immediately trying out for the Quidditch team on his brand-new broom (he didn't make it) and asking out his fifth-year sister's friend to the Winter Ball (she said no).
By the middle of his second year, Celio had given up on the Quidditch team after finding the Dueling Club. While he still loved Quidditch (a Pamplona fan, naturally), the art of Dueling caught his attention. The one-on-one matchup of magical skill and reflexes was exhilarating. He delighted in pitting himself against another, armed with only their wits and wands. Celio was particularly notable among the younger duelists, in that he was the first to really begin reading his opponents. Through his opponent's body language and what he could recall of his opponent's previous matches, he was able start predicting their movements. Then it was during a duel in his third year that something else first happened. Thiago Melo, one of the worst in the club, had been unfortunate enough to be matched against Celio. It should have been a quick match, but Celio took the opportunity to mess with Thiago and draw out the match. As Celio made a show of countering each spell Thiago flung his way almost as soon as it had been cast, the two met eyes.
For just a moment, Celio could feel Thiago's intense frustration and dislike. He also just knew that Thiago meant to direct a jinx directly at Celio's face after feigning a stumble backwards. Caught off guard by this sensation, Celio came to a halt just as Thiago pretended to stumble backwards. He was trying to process what had happened when he felt something like a hot egg cracking on his cheek, and he fell backward. His fury at losing such an easy duel was only overshadowed by his confusion as to what he had done. Despite his half-hearted attempts to claim he'd let Thiago win, everyone had clearly seen Celio caught off guard by what they assumed to be Thiago's "trick." That evening he sent an owl to his mother, receiving a quick response telling him only that he shouldn't worry, but also not tell anyone what had really happened.
When he next went home for Christmas, he was introduced to the concept of Legilimency and began to train quietly each time he went home. Over the next few years, as his skill in Legilimency grew, he learned to exploit it. This was in direct opposition to his family's many warnings. At first it was small things, seeing as it was nearly impossible to do it without eye contact and speaking the incantation. By the time he had learned to cast nonverbal magic, he was making great use of his ability in duels, his classes, and even sometimes his dating life. By avoiding use in front of the shrewder professors, he thought he could get away with anything, even managing to pull exam information out of his other teachers.
Eventually his secret got out. He would never figure out where he had slipped up, but the school knew. He was a Legilimens. And yet, for some reason it seemed they had convinced themselves he was less skilled than he was. Most seemed perfectly content to accept that he was just good at reading people in general (which he was). Still there were those he had wronged among the student body who tried to claim he couldn't be trusted. Celio was pleased to learn a few students had taken up Occlumency, for in this he observed something that only fed his smugness. Many of those students, thinking they were safe in guarding their minds, foolishly took no care in watching their own body language. Duels against these self-proclaimed Occlumens were among the quickest. And yet, even this wasn't the biggest news of his final year.
It's no surprise that Celio had planned to be an Auror from day one. It was in his blood. His father was head of the Auror Department, his sister was one of the best young Aurors, he loved dueling, and of course there was a desire deep within him to make the world a safer place. Not that he ever said that last part out loud. However, shortly before Easter in his final year, Estela was killed on a routine investigation. Devastated, his family withdrew from the public eye for a full two weeks. During this time, Celio's father took the blame on himself. As her father, and head of the department the responsibility was his. Worried for his son, Maximiliano forbade Celio from becoming an Auror, making it clear he would be rejected immediately. He pleaded with his mother to talk to his father, but shaken by Estela’s death, even she couldn't bring herself to confront Maximiliano. Despite continued warnings that he’d be immediately rejected, Celio continued in his efforts to become an Auror. To no one's surprise but his own, he was indeed rejected upon applying for the Auror training program despite his top marks.
Heartbroken, he confronted Maximiliano once more, but the man had become even more stubborn. Celio found himself stuck. They very man who had opened all the other doors in his life now stood before the one closed door Celio desired to go through. A mixture of dedication, pride, and spite was what eventually drove him to search for positions in other countries. He made use of his own connections, but found that Maximiliano's influence stretched farther than expected, blocking him from joining the Auror programs in France and Portugal with his friends from school. Eventually he made his connection through his mother's brother, an ambassador to the Ministry of Magic in the UK. Celio was accepted to their Auror training program and made it through the three years. He butt heads with his fellow students on many occasions, but he managed to prove himself a valuable member of the team time and time again.
Ronnie was expecting some comment from Dimarquis, and his friend never disappointed. "That's what I'm here for... but you'll have to get in line," Ronnie responded with a laugh, "My services are in high demand." He laughed once more as Eva walked in, her attitude announcing her presence before she'd even entered the room.
He smiled, his questions as to who was present slowly being answered. It was looking to be a good group, though he wondered about Brandon in particular. Despite pressure from himself and others, the guy had seemed pretty set on not coming. Hopefully he'd changed his mind.
Ronnie came out of his musings as he just caught what Alex was saying. Though it was obvious the jackass was just trolling, he couldn't help but excited for the summer at the thought of those as well as many other possibilities. Eva in particular seemed ready to have a go at the hot sauce challenge. "Round 2, huh? You're on. And the stakes will be higher this time..."
The conversation moved on to some surprise Dimarquis had brought. He lost track of it when Penny walked in, asking about the skinny dipping. "You know we wouldn't dream of staring without you" The grin on his face widening, Ronnie walked over and brought Penny into a hug, ignoring her bags. He did notice she was a little warm. Had she walked?
Turning back to face the group, he asked. "So where's our wonderful host? She off giving a tour to the others?"
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