In-Character
Full Name: Arven FiskNicknames: Arv
Birthdate: June, 14th, 1851
Current Age: 38 Years
Occupation: Adventurer
Reputation: 7: respectable extended family, but:
-1 for known scandals in his father’s past
-1 for philandering
-1 for inappropriate occupation/lifestyle]
(Staff, please feel free to edit rep ^)
Residence: High Street, Hogsmeade
Hogwarts House: Gryffindor
Wand: Blue spruce, 13", sturdy, hippogriff feather
Blood Status: Half
Social Class: Middle
Family: The Fisks
Appearance: He’s a handsome bastard, this one. Very tall at 6'2", very strong, very lithe — every inch the great adventurer. Arven’s pale golden hair falls to his shoulders, with eyes as green as the Amazon. He is right-handed and well-balanced. With his disinterest in propriety, Arven has a carefree dressing style but has been known to put in the effort for his family. Lucky them. Although roughhewn and rugged, Arven appears younger than his years, as agile as ever, an unconquerable magnet to any soul with a lust for adventure.
History: Sullivan Frisk, destined to irk, was born in Ottery St Catchpole as the middle child to Henry and Vivian Fisk. As a wayward young Gryffindor at Hogwarts, he was expelled for heavy petting and later impregnated a messy tanner’s daughter, Flora, who he married in a rush. As if that weren’t enough of a scandal, Flora deserted their resultant offspring. Although by now estranged, Sully beseeched the aid of his siblings, Brannon and Brianda, and thus Brianda agreed to adopt the children. Sully, in the meantime, sought to finally grow up and scrape together some integrity. His brother Brannon found him a post at the Ministry, and carefully he remarried: this time to a clever debutante named Saralynn. By the time Sully and Saralynn had their children, Arven and Winifred, he had reintegrated himself with the Fisk family and finally earned the approval of his father, Henry.
And then reality bit back. Owing to an offhand comment from Henry, Saralynn discovered that the children being raised by Brianda were in fact Sully’s from a previous, scandalous wedlock. And not only that, it transpired that in his youthful foolery he had failed to properly divorce Flora and they were technically still married. Shaken by the offence, Saralynn’s father forced her to abandon the family and start afresh with relatives in America. The heartbroken Sully ran after her, leaving Arven and Winifred in the care of their grandfather Henry. Sully never found Saralynn. By the time he returned to Ottery St Catchpole, his son Arven was six-years-old, and there and then he exhibited his first sign of magic — tipping up the carpet so Sully felt flat on his face. Arven distrusted this strange man.
The boy grew up — Gryffindor, Keeper, outdoorsman, rogue, romantic — and never learned to trust his father. He always preferred his grandfather, Henry, and missed the old man long after his death. But short of following his family into a creditable Ministry profession, when Arven graduated he wasted his stellar grades by leaving his home, his country, and civilisation itself. He became an explorer, the wind in his hair, the world in his wake. And so passed the next twenty years — Persia, Turkey, Iraq, Brazil, Chile, Papua New Guinea, Mongolia, darkest Siberia. He earned money by publishing papers in muggle journals and stories of foreign discovery in the Prophet, but rejected opportunities to lead expeditions and jobs with Natural History institutions, content to roam forever as a lone wolf. But every year, he roams right back home to catch up with his cousins, half-siblings, Winifred, Brannon, Brianda and their abundant broods, bringing exotic sweets, vibrant tokens, and tales of the great beyond.
Personality: Despite having absorbed swathes of the world’s knowledge on his adventures, Arven can be tremendously ignorant. Much of this is on purpose, given his profound lack of interest in society and civilisation, but there are also conspicuous gaps in his knowledge that could be filled by a ten-year-old. Having spent his adulthood overseas, Arven has become a foreigner in his own country. But this doesn’t get him down; not remotely. He’s a bright light, affable and liberal, steeped in humour and charm. While he can be brazen and selfish, he draws the line at arrogance, able to perceive — and express — the fine traits in those around him, be them prince or pauper.
A life mixing with global citizens has stripped him of prejudice, including any bias towards “pure” wizarding blood. He is ethnically Jewish. Arven respects all religions and practices none.
Most of all he is adventurous. There isn’t a closed door he won’t open or a beaten track he won’t stray from. Although ultimately a loner, Arven will sporadically pull others into an adventure, including pretty ladies drawn to his bold and valiant way of life. So watch out for that, miss.
Other: Arven possesses an exotic range of worldly skills, from fire juggling to cliffside bouldering. He speaks in an English accent. He currently has a pet ferret called Virgil.
Sample Roleplay Post: N/A
Out-of-Character
Name: WillowAge: 30ish
Contact: PM
Other Characters: Bragi Holm
How did you hear about us?: Affiliates~
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