Post by barty on May 27, 2012 4:07:53 GMT
bartemius madison crouch jr.
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full name: bartemius madison crouch jr.
age: 15
year: 5th
birthday: May 9th
blood line: Pure-Blood
occupation: Student
former / house: Slytherin
Boggart | Barty is most afraid of his father's ignoring him - what with his father being so involved with the Ministry, he hardly has the time to focus on anything else... his son being the main thing he probably should be paying attention to. His boggart would probably be the image of his father either walking away from him and not listening to his calls, or possibly simply sitting at his desk and not acknowledging his son's presence at all.
Patronus | Barty's patronus is a Snake - slithering, sneaky, manipulative. The kids best memory is perhaps the time he had fallen really ill in the summer when he was twelve. Not quite what people would expect, but it was the love and adoration of his darling mother that fuels the good memory. She sang to him, fed him, cuddled him. Loved him. Never had Barty ever felt so loved, nor had he ever felt the love for his mother so strongly before. Normally his mother's attempts at a sweet relationship was annoying to the growing boy - but during that illness, he had never felt such love before.
Dementor | Barty's worst memory is perhaps the time his father came to visit the school with some of the Ministry staff. Not to say seeing his father didn't please him, however the entire stay was all about business with Bartemius Sr. and Barty Jr. was ignored. It was as if he were deaf, or Barty Jr. simply didn't exist. No amount of "Hey, Dad!"'s could turn the older man's head in his direction. No amount of physically standing next to him and waiting for his turn to butt in to speak and hopefully pull his father away... nothing worked, and Barty was not only embarrassed, but felt completely alone.
Amortentia | Smoke, Orchids, Black Licorice
Mirror of Erised | Barty see's himself in a position of power. A high position of power. Lately, if he were to look in the mirror, it would show his being dedicated to the Dark Lord, and quite respected and even perhaps landing a respectable ranking/title among the Death Eaters.
Basic Personality | Snarky, power-hungry, cynical, cruel, malicious, no regards for others' feelings, full of himself, secretly depressed, tries too hard, attention seeker.
History |
It was a rarity, but it was happening. Barty's parents were both visiting Hogwarts with a few staff from the Ministry. His mother was never so much as into it as his father, but as a devoted little house wife and mother, she tagged along anyway. Barty Jr. was thrilled to say the least. The last visit he had had with his father didn't turn out so well. Not only had he been completely focused on the work at hand, he had left without saying goodbye, and hadn't even barely bothered to look at his son.
Well, this time would be different. He could feel it.
Moving through the corridors towards his parents, his normally sarcastic and frustrated exterior crumbled to a smiling and excited boy of fifteen. Racing up, Barty paused, his chest heaving with the hurriedness of his speed walking through the hall in order to sneak up next to his mother. Barty's mother was beautiful - a tall and slender brunette who had the face of an angel. She was sweet, kind... a little flighty at times, and oh-so wonderful and devoted when it came to her precious little boy. Barty could do no wrong in her eyes. Thus he did everything and anything he wanted to, as there was no fear of disappointment in Mrs.Crouch's eyes. Jumping, her mahogany eyes fell to her boy, and her radiating smile immediately sprung to her features. "Oh, my precious baby! You startled Mummy!"
Barty rubbed the back of his neck with a small smirk, his own chocolate pools staring up at the woman lovingly, "Sorry, Mum. Did'in mean 'ta startle ya." His mother's smile only widened, if that was possible, and she leaned herself down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, and run her piano-playing fingers through his mussy hair. A roll of his eyes was all that signified his slight annoyance with her adoring gestures, yet he endured it anyway. He loved his mother, no matter how much she utterly embarrassed him.
Sidling up a little closer to his mother as she lay an arm across his shoulders, Junior gazed up at Senior almost expectantly. The older man didn't even flick his gaze to his son, and Barty Jr. huffed noisily, staring up at his mother a moment before moving the other side of his father. "Dad." he growled, standing next to the man as he spoke to a member of the Ministry staff. If one paid close enough attention, one could see Senior Crouch's chest heave with annoyance at his son's interjection. Couldn't the boy see he was having an important discussion with this important man? No, Barty Jr. could not. He just wanted his father's attention.
"Dad." the boy snapped out roughly, his body physically appearing taller as he straightened his posture. The man Senior was speaking with glanced at the boy questioningly, offering a somewhat confused expression to the elder Bartemius. "I believe your son vies for your attention." Senior scoffed, speaking as if Barty wasn't even there. "No matter. He should know better than to speak out of turn. Now, as I was saying, I would be most--" "Dad!"
The elder Bartemius whirled around, his expression no less than a murderous scowl. The Ministry man nodded his head gently, offering the boy a rather sympathetic look before announcing they would speak at a later time. He seemed unphased... but Senior was livid. "Can't you see you just RUINED my meeting with--" "Bartemius!" The boy had winced, physically folding into his slender figure as his father lay into him. The only saving grace in the situation, is his beautiful mother's interjecting voice.
The slim arm of his mother embraced his shoulders once more, her mahogany eyes narrowing on the elder Crouch with disbelief. "Barty was just excited to see you, and you brushed him off as if he were nothing but dust. Bartemius, please." The boy gazed up at his mother with pain - her pleading voice was enough to make any of the strongest men weak in the knees. ... But not his father. Senior simply glowered, glaring at his son with slicing daggers. "I was having an important discussion, and he simply waltzes in as if he were part of the conversation!" Barty cried out, taking a threatening step forward; "Don't speak about me as if I'm not even here! I'm standin' right in front of ya!"
Jabbing his finger in the other direction, Senior just continued to glare, thrusting his arm out a few times to emphasize his point. "Get out of my sight, NOW!" Spinning on his heels, the young Barty leaned up a bit to peck his near crying mother's cheek. His chocolate eyes were narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed. "Love ya, Mum. Maybe I'll see ya 'round if you're not with Bartemius." His mother clenched her fist over her heart, as if calling is father by his first name was some sort of broken oath. Her gasp followed him, and his father's angered words flitted about as he strode through the corridor back towards the Slytherin common room.
One simple fact had the scowling boy smirking cynically to himself - as heart breaking as this simple fact was.
His father finally paid attention to him.
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alias: nette
gender: female
rp sample: see Annabell Lita Spades
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