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Archibald Peter Llewellyn
Basics
| Full Name: Archibald Peter Llewellyn | Nickname: Archie |
| Age: Thirteen | Birthday: 2/8 |
| Bloodtype: Muggleborn | House: Hufflepuff |
| Year: Third | Home Town: Aberdeen, Scotland |
| Sexuality: N/A | Loyalty: N/A |
| Wand Wood/Length: Cedar/9" | Wand Core: Dragon Heartstring |
| Played by: | Ditto. 16, U.S.A. |
Appearance
| EyeColor: Dark Brown | Hair Color: Brown |
| Height/Build: 5'/Skinny | Face Claim: Greyson Chance/Drake Bell |
Archie is very small for his age, both height and build wise. He’s rather short and likely won’t get much taller. He’s skinny to the point it almost looks like there is no muscle on his bones, though there is more than at first glance and it doesn’t help that he likes wearing long sleeves. His clothes rarely fit him properly. He prefers longer sleeves and jeans and maybe a beanie or two, making his look small in the winter time. Canvas shoes are his favorite, though he does own a pair of leather boots. His style is more cool kid than he really is, but can turn quite nerdy at moments. His eyes and hair offset each other, despite being the same basic color. His hair is a lighter brown than his eyes, a coco powder brown to the dark chocolate orbs. Smiling isn’t his thing, he does it rarely, but his teeth aren’t the whitest. He has dimples when he smiles and a light spray of freckles seen better during the summertime.
Personality
| Likes: Soft things Piano Silence Friends Snow Pasta The smell of old books Celtic or rock music Cold air Vanilla | Dislikes: Dogs Cracks in the pavement Crowds Sudden loud noises Defence Against the Dark Arts Salad Sports Grass Large bodies of water Super sweet things |
| Positive Traits: Helpful Gentle Attentive | Negative Traits: Forgetful Shy/Introverted Controlling |
| Quirks/Habits: Bites lip when nervous/shy Naturally Quiet Drums beats with almost all the time | Best/Worst Class: BEST: Potions WORST: Defence Against the Dark Arts |
Archie is naturally shy and quiet, but he’s also a very nice person who loves making friends and spending time getting to know them. When in large crowds he tends to shrink himself so he can go unnoticed. In front of more than five people he looks down, wrings his hands, bites his lip, he can even start to stutter if it gets bad. He’s easily frightened, especially by water a swimming. You won’t find him near the lake. Ever.
He wishes be a chef and loves to cook. He got pretty good at it back home and likes to practice when he can. This is why he’s good at Potions because he knows how to properly measure and mix, knowing just how important following the rules is. If even one thing goes wrong, he can freak out and insist he start over.
Not very aggressive, Archie can often come off as weak and not very courageous. The truth is, he only shoots out when provoked. But provoking Archie isn’t very easy. You have to threaten someone really close to him to get him to lash out. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, but he doesn’t like being mean, so he really pushes that down.
Arch is independent, but he loves being with people and helping out when he’s needed. He’s a gentle soul, but quiet. He has this bad knack for forgetting things easily and has a small problem with short term memory loss. He’s very jumpy and can be really energetic, but never louder than normal. He likes order and control so he knows what’s going on, even though his mind can be pretty out of order for the most part. He loves being able to do well in school, so he’s really attentive and takes avid notes, though he has trouble actually remembering loads of the stuff he learns. That’s why he has notes.
Overall, he’s nice and friendly, but really shy and quiet while a little controlling and jumpy.
He wishes be a chef and loves to cook. He got pretty good at it back home and likes to practice when he can. This is why he’s good at Potions because he knows how to properly measure and mix, knowing just how important following the rules is. If even one thing goes wrong, he can freak out and insist he start over.
Not very aggressive, Archie can often come off as weak and not very courageous. The truth is, he only shoots out when provoked. But provoking Archie isn’t very easy. You have to threaten someone really close to him to get him to lash out. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, but he doesn’t like being mean, so he really pushes that down.
Arch is independent, but he loves being with people and helping out when he’s needed. He’s a gentle soul, but quiet. He has this bad knack for forgetting things easily and has a small problem with short term memory loss. He’s very jumpy and can be really energetic, but never louder than normal. He likes order and control so he knows what’s going on, even though his mind can be pretty out of order for the most part. He loves being able to do well in school, so he’s really attentive and takes avid notes, though he has trouble actually remembering loads of the stuff he learns. That’s why he has notes.
Overall, he’s nice and friendly, but really shy and quiet while a little controlling and jumpy.
History
| Bithplace: Aberdeen | Current Residence: Aberdeen |
| Parents: Lilliana/39/Muggle/School Teacher Derek/40/Muggle/Chef (has his own restaurant) | Siblings: N/A |
| Others: N/A | Pet: N/A |
Archie is an only child, so he grew up pretty alone except for his parents. His mother stayed at home with him until he was old enough to go to school, at which point she went with him, since she is a school teacher. His father’s restaurant didn’t open until later at night, so the three of them were actually really close. Derek taught Archie how to play piano and they would play and sing together. Archi liked it, but it wasn’t his passion.
Living on the coast meant they were right next to the ocean, so the Llewellyn’s went often. Archie loved the water and the ocean spray up until he one day, while balancing on a particularly large piece of driftwood, he slipped and fell in. Young as he was, he had no idea how to swim and couldn’t reach the bottom. He panicked and flailed, his dad reaching him eventually. But he refused to ever go back. He insisted that it wanted to eat him. This particular excuse stopped when he was eight, but he still insisted that they wouldn’t go.
When his parents finally found him trustworthy enough to go into the kitchen of his father’s restaurant, Archie fell in love. Sure, it was hot and messy and noisy beyond belief, but it was like music to his ears. The ticking and tapping and bubbling was wonderful to him. And the smells! Oh, the smells! Archibald felt like he was in heaven. He came as often as he was aloud and soon began to help out when he could. The organization of the kitchen and the exactness of his father rubbed off on him and he soon became quite the control freak, more than his father was.
At school he was generally alone. The sudden large amounts of people had frightened him when he had first arrived. But he had a couple of friends at school, both very loyal to him and him to them. They were basically the bullied trio, but they endured it together and felt they bonded more like that. They liked to come to the restaurant when they were aloud and they spent almost every moment of the day with Archie.
As the trio got older, the bullies slowly let them off the hook. Each one of them had a perfect future planned out that involved them all sticking together through it all. But that was around when the strange letters began to appear. At first, his mother wouldn’t give them to him because of how exact the location was, it freaked her out, thinking a stalker was mailing her son. But she eventually gave in and he read them, confused at first, but kind of excited
Everything was really odd and very confusing to Archie at first, but he kind of liked it. Especially the idea of Potions. That was the text book he read the most when he first got them. Of course, he skimmed the others, but he preferred going through the Potions one.
During his first year, being as shy as he was, he barely spoke to anyone. Avoided eye contact, awkward situations, and people in general. For the most part it was torture and he didn’t like it in the least, his only sanctuary was Potions and even then it was still not very fun. He met a few people, but no one stuck. He started to really miss his friends and constantly wrote back complaining.
His second year he delved more into classes, since he assumed he wouldn’t do very well in the social aspect of Hogwarts. Almost excelling in Potions but nearly failing Defence Against the Dark Arts, Archie felt pretty good about it all. He paid more attention, took everything slowly and calmed himself. He was able to take everything in, his previous year having been a whirlwind of new things. Still adamant on avoiding all the people, he still met hardly anyone, joined no clubs, disliking sports he avoided those as well. He was nowhere near significant or noticeable, though he did pass all classes, even if a few were by a hair. He kept out of everybody’s way and kept mostly to himself.
Living on the coast meant they were right next to the ocean, so the Llewellyn’s went often. Archie loved the water and the ocean spray up until he one day, while balancing on a particularly large piece of driftwood, he slipped and fell in. Young as he was, he had no idea how to swim and couldn’t reach the bottom. He panicked and flailed, his dad reaching him eventually. But he refused to ever go back. He insisted that it wanted to eat him. This particular excuse stopped when he was eight, but he still insisted that they wouldn’t go.
When his parents finally found him trustworthy enough to go into the kitchen of his father’s restaurant, Archie fell in love. Sure, it was hot and messy and noisy beyond belief, but it was like music to his ears. The ticking and tapping and bubbling was wonderful to him. And the smells! Oh, the smells! Archibald felt like he was in heaven. He came as often as he was aloud and soon began to help out when he could. The organization of the kitchen and the exactness of his father rubbed off on him and he soon became quite the control freak, more than his father was.
At school he was generally alone. The sudden large amounts of people had frightened him when he had first arrived. But he had a couple of friends at school, both very loyal to him and him to them. They were basically the bullied trio, but they endured it together and felt they bonded more like that. They liked to come to the restaurant when they were aloud and they spent almost every moment of the day with Archie.
As the trio got older, the bullies slowly let them off the hook. Each one of them had a perfect future planned out that involved them all sticking together through it all. But that was around when the strange letters began to appear. At first, his mother wouldn’t give them to him because of how exact the location was, it freaked her out, thinking a stalker was mailing her son. But she eventually gave in and he read them, confused at first, but kind of excited
Everything was really odd and very confusing to Archie at first, but he kind of liked it. Especially the idea of Potions. That was the text book he read the most when he first got them. Of course, he skimmed the others, but he preferred going through the Potions one.
During his first year, being as shy as he was, he barely spoke to anyone. Avoided eye contact, awkward situations, and people in general. For the most part it was torture and he didn’t like it in the least, his only sanctuary was Potions and even then it was still not very fun. He met a few people, but no one stuck. He started to really miss his friends and constantly wrote back complaining.
His second year he delved more into classes, since he assumed he wouldn’t do very well in the social aspect of Hogwarts. Almost excelling in Potions but nearly failing Defence Against the Dark Arts, Archie felt pretty good about it all. He paid more attention, took everything slowly and calmed himself. He was able to take everything in, his previous year having been a whirlwind of new things. Still adamant on avoiding all the people, he still met hardly anyone, joined no clubs, disliking sports he avoided those as well. He was nowhere near significant or noticeable, though he did pass all classes, even if a few were by a hair. He kept out of everybody’s way and kept mostly to himself.
Sample
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When Phineas had first arrived at camp, thinking through his actions would have been the stupidest advice anyone could have ever given him. He hated people and they tended to hate him. Back in New York he would have just been trucked off somewhere else until he did it again. Here, they had to tolerate the fact that Phineas was a jerk. But it didn't take much for Phineas to realize that there was someone at camp worth being nice for. And then once he started that he realized life was more tolerable when you were nice to people because they didn't hate you then. It was all a nice revelation for him.
Remembering names wasn't much of a strong suit of Phineas'. He had just been at camp long enough to remember all the names he needed to remember, so new names were easier on him. Plus, Greg was his sibling. Technically. Phineas didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with another sibling.
The smile probably looked silly since the question wasn't that funny. But whenever a younger camper asked how long he had been at camp, it made him laugh to see their reaction. Just like with Greg's response who sounded like he didn't believe him. "Yeah. I have a couple more years before I'm officially aloud to stop coming, but five before they kick me out permanently." It was more likely for Phineas to leave of his own accord, but he was considering asking Lillian how she was going to go about it. "Believe me, I hate this place when I came. But it was better than going back to New York. Only a little while ago did I realize it was my attitude that was pissing off the people around me. I changed, they changed, it's a pretty decent place. Plus, the training is worth it." He said, recalling his and Lillian's trip to New York.
Phineas knew that most people heard awesome things about New York. And he honestly believed that if he hadn't lived the way he had then New York would have been the same big dream as it had been for everyone else who had lived there. "I'm sure it is awesome. Really. I just grew up with a little bit of a bias, that's all." Which was the whole truth. He'd grown up thinking life was out to get him and moving from foster home to foster home was getting annoying. He was convinced that they would soon send him out of the city due to lack of foster homes to take him in. But camp had happened before that.
A small sigh escaped Phineas' lips as he thought back to his growing up. It had honestly sucked, but now he knew it wasn't the worst. "I've had bad experiences." He started, thinking of a way to phrase this. He wasn't sure the kid would understand foster care. Little did Phineas know he would probably totally get it. "As soon as my dad found me on his doorstep he got drunk and left me on the steps of the foster care center. I was a little brat my whole life so I never stayed in one place for long. When I went back to New York with my..." was Lillian his girlfriend? Wow, something else he would have to ask her. "Friend, only a couple of weeks ago, we got attacked by a Fury. I'm sure it would have been really fun, but we had to come back." He shrugged, which was hard to do sitting the way he was.
When Greg said that everyone there had been annoying, Phineas had to hold back from asking if that had been true or if Greg's attitude had been annoying. He didn't want to be the kids psychologist, but he had learned how much attitude effected the people around you and in turn your view on the people around you. Instead he simply smiled and asked, "I heard it's really rainy in Seattle. Is the change from there to here weird?" Phineas had obviously never been, it was on the other side of the country and even if he had been a good kid the foster people would never had taken him.
Remembering names wasn't much of a strong suit of Phineas'. He had just been at camp long enough to remember all the names he needed to remember, so new names were easier on him. Plus, Greg was his sibling. Technically. Phineas didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with another sibling.
The smile probably looked silly since the question wasn't that funny. But whenever a younger camper asked how long he had been at camp, it made him laugh to see their reaction. Just like with Greg's response who sounded like he didn't believe him. "Yeah. I have a couple more years before I'm officially aloud to stop coming, but five before they kick me out permanently." It was more likely for Phineas to leave of his own accord, but he was considering asking Lillian how she was going to go about it. "Believe me, I hate this place when I came. But it was better than going back to New York. Only a little while ago did I realize it was my attitude that was pissing off the people around me. I changed, they changed, it's a pretty decent place. Plus, the training is worth it." He said, recalling his and Lillian's trip to New York.
Phineas knew that most people heard awesome things about New York. And he honestly believed that if he hadn't lived the way he had then New York would have been the same big dream as it had been for everyone else who had lived there. "I'm sure it is awesome. Really. I just grew up with a little bit of a bias, that's all." Which was the whole truth. He'd grown up thinking life was out to get him and moving from foster home to foster home was getting annoying. He was convinced that they would soon send him out of the city due to lack of foster homes to take him in. But camp had happened before that.
A small sigh escaped Phineas' lips as he thought back to his growing up. It had honestly sucked, but now he knew it wasn't the worst. "I've had bad experiences." He started, thinking of a way to phrase this. He wasn't sure the kid would understand foster care. Little did Phineas know he would probably totally get it. "As soon as my dad found me on his doorstep he got drunk and left me on the steps of the foster care center. I was a little brat my whole life so I never stayed in one place for long. When I went back to New York with my..." was Lillian his girlfriend? Wow, something else he would have to ask her. "Friend, only a couple of weeks ago, we got attacked by a Fury. I'm sure it would have been really fun, but we had to come back." He shrugged, which was hard to do sitting the way he was.
When Greg said that everyone there had been annoying, Phineas had to hold back from asking if that had been true or if Greg's attitude had been annoying. He didn't want to be the kids psychologist, but he had learned how much attitude effected the people around you and in turn your view on the people around you. Instead he simply smiled and asked, "I heard it's really rainy in Seattle. Is the change from there to here weird?" Phineas had obviously never been, it was on the other side of the country and even if he had been a good kid the foster people would never had taken him.
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