Nicknames: "Natty"
Birthdate: March, 10, 1855
Current Age: 38 Years
Gender: Male
Occupation: Ghost Writer & Handiman
Reputation: 8 — Too curious for his own good. Never re-married.
Residence: Pennyworth, Hogsmeade
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Wand: Birch, 12½", flexible, unicorn hair
Blood Status: Half
Social Class: Working
Family: N/A
Appearance: A tall, hard sort of fellow with narrow myrtle-green eyes and carven features. Natty is left-handed and dresses smartly.
History: Natty is the only child of a textile miller who couldn't afford to give him schooling, despite an early gift for reading and writing. He had his First Year at Hogwarts, a bright-eyed stint as a little Ravenclaw with great promise, but then left to apprentice for his father. In adulthood, when his parents were gone, he tried to make it as a writer, but lacked the name, education and connections to do so. But what he did find, quite by chance, was a wealthy old codger called Enoch Elmer, who fancied himself an author but lacked the skill. So he hired Natty as his ghost writer and here we are. Elmer is now an acclaimed author, and nobody knows that Jonathan Copper is the man behind the words.
These are the big happenings of his quiet life, but they're mostly matters of the mind. Things have happened to his heart, too. In his twenties Natty had a wife and child he loved dearly, but both passed away tragically. Since then Natty has been afraid to love again, living a chaste existence for almost ten years now.
Personality: Natty has a natural quiet confidence, but it can be stilted by modesty. He is a man who knows his place, and it's a low one. He is inherently curious, ever on the lookout for writerly muse. Despite his minimal education, Natty is articulate, intelligent, and fervently devoted to books. From time to time, he struggles with depression.
Other: N/A
Sample Roleplay Post:
The Summer had ignited itself with an explosion of plots and plans, scheduling and sunshine, and a mix of muggle and magical transport befitting of two seventeen-year-old purebloods with their sights set on the horizon.
Their adventure to Europe so far had been easier than Richard had at first anticipated. He'd thought there would be moments of getting hopelessly lost, awkward interaction with locals, and (that most egregious of high-society faux pas) forgetting their French. And all that may have happened -- if it weren't for the fact that his travelling companion was Elijah Urquart. Commanding and charismatic, ever blazing the trail forward.
Today they found themselves in a beach in Athens. He'd never seen sands so pale. The evening sun was bright, but blessedly shielded by passing clouds, and if they followed the sandy footpath further they'd encounter a small ruined temple currently visible in the near distance. And if they followed the peaceful shoreline, they'd pass probably-English muggle tourists.
"Definitely different to the Slytherin common room", Richard remarked, unfastening his shirt cuffs.
Age: 30s
Contact: PM or Discord (ico#1640)
Other Characters: N/A
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