Felix Maddison-Culshore || Seventh Year Slytherin

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Basics

Full Name: Felix Mateo Maddison-Culshore
Played By: Boyd Holbrook
Birthdate: February 19th
Blood: Pureblood

Physical Description:

Height: 6'1
Weight: 162lbs
Hair Color: Naturally, it's a dirty blonde, but he tends to lighten it with the odd charm. He thinks it suits his paler features, and makes it look shinier and healthier than it naturally does.
Eye Color: A grey-riddled blue.
First Impression:
When you first look upon Felix Maddison, or if you don't have the status nor the breeding to simply refer to him as Maddison, Felix Maddison-Culshore, you get the instant impression that he's a pureblood. His expensive clothing, effortlessly stylish, and his general appearance simply screams regality. Although he is rather good looking, he spends a large amount of time, effort and of course, money, on his appearance. It's his first, and most important vice in all that he does.

His hair, cropped so he is free to let it hang loosely around his face, or pull it back behind his ears, is rather long but it suits him perfectly. It also seems to sleek back effortlessly when attending a more formal occasion, emphasizing his control over it, and the healthy shine it emits. His hair is light in color, a mid-tone between a stained white and pale gold, but the color itself is gained through a charm taught to him by his mother. He has inherited her dark blond locks, and her dislike for the shade. But Felix's hair is not his most striking feature. His eyes, a pale blue speckled with grey from the iris out, have infinite depth. As beautiful and curious as they may be, they can often make a gazer feel a little uncomfortable, as though they are being searched from the inside out without a returned openness.

As noted above, Felix's clothing style is extraordinary in most cases. He dresses to the hight of fashion, before placing his own twist upon it. An uncountable amount of clothes line his wardrobes at home, and his trucks at school are terribly full. Each and every time you see him, it seems as though he is wearing new clothes. Of course, everyone isn't entirely agreeable with his choice of clothing, and simply, if you don't like them, there's something wrong with you. Or so Felix says. Tall and slim, but with slight muscle and tone, Felix likes to exaggerate this form with vertical stripes and thinner, body hugging sweaters tees over his favorite fitted shirts.

Hogwarts Specific:

House: Slytherin
Year: Seventh
Wand: 11 inches, Teak, Chimaera Scale core.
Pet: Pets urinate in places other than the bathroom. None, thnxkaybii.

Personality:
There are three things you have to be in order to get onto Felix Maddison-Culshore's friends list. Firstly, you must be a pureblood. Anything else, and you're second rate unfortunately. Well, he's not all that keen on getting contaminated by anyone below the wizarding belt, thank you very much. Secondly, f your not a Slytherin, no can do. If your not in Slytherin, and you haven't wished to be one since the moment the sorting hat bellowed another houses name, you have a serious mental problem or illness that has yet to be diagnosed, in Felix's opinion. You're simply not well. Finally, unless you despise all living Gryffindors, and agree with the odd few of his beliefs and values, then you don't have a chance in hell. At times of course, he can be lenient, and two out of three shall suffice. And if you make a rather amazing impression on his lasting memory, you may only need one of his upheld rules, or as he likes to word it, fulfillments. These are the luckier students, naturally.

On a whole, Felix isn't at all a pleasant person to be around, if you aren't particularly useful to him, are not of a similar disposition or of a like mind. He is uncannily charming when he has to be, which comes in useful when slipping out of class early or getting away with late homework. His charm does comes part and package with his wit, however, which is a double edged sword by practicality. In one breathe, he could be praising you to the heavens, making you laugh with his original sarcasm, and yet, in the next, cutting you deeper than you've ever been cut before. His words, generally, are harsher than most curses known to the average student.

Loyalty makes up a rather large part of Felix's persona. It is this matched with his interests in number one, Felix, and his pureblood status that transported him to the dormitories that harbors green hangings. He never backs down from a fight, unless of course, his looks are at risk. His family, too, are blessed to have a son so loyal to them. If called upon to any family members bidding, he would quite happily fall in line.

MBTI/Jung Personality Test

Result: ISTJ

Ennegram Personality Test

Result: The Skeptic/The Reformer

Family History:

The birth of Felix Maddison-Culshore is a rather interesting story within itself. His mother, Marie-Platier Culshore, a member of the extended french royal family, had moved from her homeland in the early summer of 2001, and had instantly been paired with the well known, if not always well liked, Peter Maddison of the Minister of Magics lead council. The two, although not entirely ready to marry yet pressured by their families and friends, did grown fond of one another and married in the early spring of the following year. The two, having stemmed from pureblood families of the past and having mixed with such regal families as the Le Fay's and the Gortiers, had enough money to last them three lifetimes over, even under the strain of a child. This of course, is exactly how their pairs story continued.

Marie fell pregnant during the late spring during a terribly hot year, March to be exact, and bloomed rather heartily, to a large size throughout her pregnancy. Holding monthly showers and group events to welcome their new child into the world, the bonds that the Maddison-Culshore duo made became uncountable, friends in the highest if areas and the furthest of regions. Her size grew as swiftly as their fortunes did, and on February 19th, Felix Mateo broke his mother's water during her final week of pregnancy at the final baby shower that she intended to hold. Of course, when a group of babbling women, dressed in party frocks, cloaks and high heeled shoes have to transport a heavily pregnant woman to St. Mungo's hospital, even with the influence of magic, it can become a tiresome and almost dangerous job. They did of course, get her to the hospital before contacting her husband, where she gave birth quickly to a healthy boy with a mop of dirty blond hair.

Felix aged swiftly and smartly, the years passing as quickly as his birth in comparison, until he reached the tender age of ten years. His father, over the coming year, taught him all he knew in the field of eloquence and mature gentleman-ship, to prepare him for the world of education, socialization and Slytherin values that awaited him. His mother too, chipped in, and added to his knowledge. How to treat a lady. How to act amongst his peers. How to address his professors. It all cam in handy to the pre-hogwarts boy, though he felt he needed little of their coaxing. He had been born ready. His Hogwarts letter came, and his mother took him to Diagon Alley to buy his school wear, before whisking him to France to receive his own wand, cauldron and broomstick, ready for his third year and practice at home. "You cannot possibly find a better broomstick, miel. French is always th' best kind. Trust mother." had been her exact words. Not that he'd ever forget them.

As the Hogwarts Express took him to his first year if schooling, he truly did feel a little lonely. But he soon found conversation within a small group of students who had been discussing Slytherin house. He had, in fact, recognized one of the boys. He was sure that his mother had been chatting to his own at the station, and at a party or two before that. They made friends instantly.

Felix's first year at Hogwarts seemed to fly by with little upset. In fact, he had received everything he had hoped for. He had been sorted into Slytherin, done well in all of his studies, amazingly well in Transfiguration, and gotten packages from his mother filled with treats and clothing each and every week. She never missed one, and in equal measure, he had grown to miss her. Not his father as much as she, but that was to be expected. He rarely saw his father when at home, so school had not be a hardship in that field. It wasn't that he did not love him father as much as his mother, but time had made him accustomed to long absences. And with each month, it had only gotten easier.

Felix's second year followed a similar fashion as the first, and it wasn't until his third year that he found the informal lessons from his father useful. But, the lessons seemed to work, not only on the majority of the female Slytherins, but on a small minority of the males too. He didn't find them attractive, exactly, but he felt unpreferenced in the field of sexuality, and who he did find attractive exactly. Some of the males seemed just as enticing and attractive as the females over time, until eventually, both sexes, in his slowly maturing mind, seemed as equally attractive. Though this was the incorrect terminology. It wasn't that the two genders had become as equal, but instead, gender no longer felt important in terms of choosing a relationship. If he found them interesting, pleasing to his eyes, and pureblood then they suited him perfectly.

On an academic level, Felix strained in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures, but these two were compensated for through his Transfiguration and Charms abilities. He also found History of Magical rather enjoyable, where as many did not. Felix passed his OWLS without a fail, but his grades reflected his class marks;

Arithmancy -- EE
Care of Magical Creatures -- A
Ancient Runes -- EE
Herbology -- A
Charms -- O
Transfiguration -- O
Defense Against The Dark Arts -- EE
Potions -- EE
History of Magic -- EE

The following year, Felix decided upon Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Arithmancy and Defense Against the Dark Arts as his NEWT level studies, and projected himself well within them. His father and mother are rather proud of him, and are currently deciding upon a theme for his upcoming seventeenth birthday. Felix is continuing to progress well, in all academic fields. He feels it is time to spread his social wings. And his seventh and final year seems to be the most adequate year for such growth.


Brief Roleplay Sample

Although this is not a an RP of Felix's, you know I'm capable. I have Shaun, rememeber?

A single wish shot through the mind of Shaun Quinn. A breeze. A single breeze. The weather was dangerously hot, at least, it felt so to the Professor of Arithmancy. The blades of grass on which he sat stood deftly in the dense air, rigid and seemingly dry in the unmoving air. The green of the lawns seemed to have desaturated over the summer, the hot weather and lack of rain leaving parched. He could see the yellow rising from the shoots. A midnight blue cloak lay a foot away, stretched out with its silver hemming and buttons reflecting the sunlight brightly. Shaun knew it would be hot to the touch. His shirt of a similar color felt tight and warm on the skin beneath it. Not entirely enjoyable. A stranger could easily have questioned his choice of seating. If he found the heat so unbearable, then why did he embrace the sun rays so? It was simple really. He was sick of the pale color his skin had adopted. It needed a little brightening.

As much as he felt he needed a little bronzing, the trees at the edge of the forest and their shaded bases were enticing. He could imagine the relief of the darker, cooler grass beneath him. But what was this? A shape inhabiting the empty forest border? Yes. He was sure of it. A person. If such a person was a student, they were pushing the rules to an excruciating limit. Students were forbidden to enter the forest, for good reason, and the shaded shores of it hardly lessened in danger. No. The body was to large to be that of a student. And the colors to neutral, and the mass of them to large to be a female teacher. No. A man lay at the forests edge, his face covered with what seemed to be a hat or sheet of some sort. How he hadn't noticed such a thing before, was beyond him. The sun and heat did like to obscure his vision. Or play tricks.

When he was utterly sure that a man did bathe in shadow beneath the trees, and the urge to find out who the person was had certainly consumed him, Shaun Quinn made forward down the small slant towards the mysterious being. It wasn't all that far.

The closer he got, his rather formal shoes matched with the noted shirt, the three top buttons undone and a pair of dark suit trousers which looked terribly out of place in the sea of grass and shrubbery, his hat conclusion was confirmed. And the clothing. The closer Shaun Quinn got to the seemingly sleeping being, the more the need to walk faster attacked him. He instantly slowed. Something about the form, the clothing and most of all, the hair, reminded him distinctively of a feeling he had long since felt. He knew this man. He felt that in his bones. And with a rush of realization, a name formed soundlessly upon his mouth. Vincent. It was undeniably Vincent, lying there so at ease with the world around him, looking as natural as ever amongst natures sources.

A small smile spread across his lips. Not a smile of great joy. Nor a smile of nostalgia. Or wistfulness. It was a strange mix. A mix of happiness, of remembrance, and of regret. His lips stayed glued together, rolling in on themselves slightly with the effort of a decision he was unaware of making. With low sigh, his knees bent to the grass and his back twisted to the side. An elbow propped his head up, cheek to palm and his feet wriggled from his shoes noiselessly. And so he watched, his breathing slow and quiet, a man he thought he'd never see again. A man who had never quiet left his memory, just lapsed from his mind.

[Professor Nott]

Accepted, of course.