Full Name: Atticus Ulric Foxwood II

Nicknames: N/A

Birthdate: July 17, 1861

Current Age: 30 Years

Gender: Male

Occupation: N/A - man of leisure

Reputation: 9 - while not a “confirmed bachelor”, as Atticus has had his fair share of courtships, even if brief, he still has a desire to settle down with a family, even if it’s just to continue to Foxwood bloodline. He is upper class and a man of leisure, therefore he is not keen on muggles or muggle-born, often times (all the time) looking down upon them.

Residence: Foxwood Estate near Bath, Foxwood Home in Wellingtonshire

Hogwarts House: Former Ravenclaw

Wand: English oak with a unicorn tail core, 12”, nice and supple, right handed

Blood Status: Pure

Social Class: Upper

Family:
Basil Foxwood, younger brother
Rose Foxwood, mother
Deceased - Atticus Foxwood I., father

Appearance: Atticus is of average height and build; he wears finer clothing that are what he considers “in-fashion” (with the help from the store attendants of course), as he has the money to purchase it. Atticus likes to stick out to flaunt the wealth the Foxwood family has. He has curly, dark hair that takes too much time to style in the morning and brown eyes to match.

History:

Childhood (1861 - 1872) Foxwood Estate, Bath

- The first born son, Atticus Sr. and Rose Foxwood give birth to Atticus Jr in 1861
- They give birth to a second son, Basil Foxwood two years later in 1863

The Foxwood Estate near Bath (est. 1855) was nestled away from muggles and wizards alike, leaving playmates outside of his brother nearly impossible to find. However, Atticus didn’t mind as he and his younger brother were nearly conjoined at the hip throughout their childhood; where one was, surely the other would be. It was often he who conjured the plans and Basil who helped to execute them, which suited him just fine - he enjoyed bossing Basil around, to a degree.

Atticus had displayed signs of magic prior to Basil’s birth, toys found nestled in his cot when the governess fetched him in the morning. His mother and father had been elated, and the pride never seemed to dissipate as he grew older; he’d catch his father beaming at him from time to time, and the pride that swelled in his chest stayed for days. Making his parents proud was something Atticus aimed to do, and later in life, he would come to expect the same things from others. His father had run their household well and nobody dared to stray over the line. He hated to disappointment his father.

He and his brother were raised in the skirts of the governess, and eventually the nanny, although Basil tended to lean toward his mother’s affection, while Atticus looked for his father’s approval. He was quite aware of the favoritism his own father showed toward him, although it was not of his own doing - sometimes he basked in it, sometimes he ignored, and once, just once(unintentionally) tossed it back in Basil’s face during childish fights.

He was mortified, and twenty some odd years later the guilt still crept up on him.

Atticus couldn’t complain about his childhood either, and when he received his Hogwarts letter in 1872, the thoughts of his family disappeared entirely. 

Student Career (1872 - 1879) Hogwarts Castle

- Atticus receives his Hogwarts letter (1872)
- The Foxwood Estate in Bath is sold and the family relocates to Hogsmeade (1877)
- Atticus wins a wizard chess championship for the second year in a row (1878)
- Basil has his first panic attack (1877)
- Atticus graduates from Hogwarts with little fanfare (1879)

Like most children his age, Atticus received his Hogwarts letter and was promptly sent to the school, where he was sorted into Ravenclaw. The Sorting Hat had barely touched his head before decreeing it, and Atticus had been pleased to join the same house that all of his family members had been for generations.

(Two years later he’d be even more pleased that Basil was also sorted into Ravenclaw, although unlike their childhood, the invisible thread that had bound them together had snapped - while still friendly, still friends, they weren’t as close as they were as children.)

His first and second years passed by in a blink of an eye; unlike his childhood where Basil had been one of his few companions, Hogwarts offered a plethora of people to befriend. And he did just that. By his third year he had a solid group of friends he spent nearly every waking moment with. He tended to gravitate toward Sumner Monaghan, the biggest social butterfly in the group who spent too much time in detention for cheeky comments toward professors and Wallace (affectionately Wally) McKinnon, the quietest of the bunch. (He of course had the wittiest comebacks to Sumner’s cheeky comments, which made Atticus laugh until his stomach hurt.)

Neither of them were particularly motivated, and Atticus found himself much like them. They were there to cheer him on during the wizard chess tournament his fifth and sixth year (and there to jeer him when he lost his seventh year to a second year. They still won’t let him live it down). They were thick as thieves. There wasn’t much room for Basil, although he always made time for his little brother. Still close, but nearly as much as when they were children.

He passed his classes, but didn’t necessarily excel in any of them.

Despite being at Hogwarts for most of the migration in 1877, his father’s outright disagreement with the migration and being forced to sell their estates to move to Hogmeades gave Atticus a bigger headache than he wished. Sumner was unhappy with his entire family being uprooted, and Wally had a lot more to say than either of them, thus it seemed the entirety of their conversations were over the matter. He couldn’t escape it, even for a moment.  His mother had been wildly unhappy over her husband’s predisposition toward the entire situation, and while Atticus attempted to soothe her (because he was almost as angry as his father over the ordeal, although he sucked it up because he had no say in the matter), he hadn’t considered how Basil was handling the entire situation. He was much like their mother.

Being pulled from class by someone to attend to his brother’s panic attack was mortifying, and while angry at Basil for the humiliation that followed, he’d never turn his back on family. Talking down his brother proved harder than expected, but eventually they were able to relocate him to the infirmary. They don’t speak of the matter again. An imaginary wedge pressed itself further into their relationship, and Atticus could feel his little brother slipping away from him; for the time being, he let him go.

He graduated from Hogwarts with grades somewhere in the middle of his class, although the Foxwoods had enough status and money that he declined to find a job upon graduation.

Adulthood (1879 - present) Foxwood Home in Wellingtonshire

- Atticus joins the social scene (1879)
- Atticus Sr. dies of The Laughing Plague when it hits Hogsmeade (summer 1884)
- Foxwood Estate is regained in Bath after the reconciliation with muggles (1887)
- Atticus has a (failed) Courtship (1887)

Pleased with Atticus' education and desire to represent the Foxwood family, Atticus Sr. welcomed his eldest son back to the Foxwood home in Hogsmeade with open arms. Atticus was happy to frequent London and found the social scene as a way to spread his wings, finding that the people who frequented them were just like him. The upper class were a breed of their own, and it was here he felt that he belonged. With no duties, he turned his attention toward courting a woman, although the first fizzled out before it could even begin. He was much pickier than he expected to be.

In 1884, as the Laughing Plague swept through the wizarding community, Atticus Sr. succumbed to it, leaving Atticus Jr. the estate and affairs; the family went into mourning. During that period Atticus found there was little concern over the affairs his father had left him, although he found himself fumbling to step into the role of the head of the household for the first year; sometimes his words were harsh, sharp, but they came more so from stress than anger. His father had taught him very little on running the household, as neither had expected him to pass so abruptly. Eventually he learned from his own mistakes and the Foxwood Estate ran nearly as smoothly as it had been for years.

In late 1886 his mother introduced him to the daughter of one of her friends; she was pretty enough but having a conversation with her was like talking to a block of wood. However, for the sake of his mother he made his best attempts to get to know her. It was pure coincidence that in 1877 the muggles and wizarding community were able to reconcile their differences, and Atticus made the decision to attempt to regain their home in Bath. If he were to marry, he wouldn’t bring a wife home to where his mother and brother still resided.

It is not his shining moment, but through means atypical of a Foxwood (threats of magic and harm go a long way, albeit he would never act upon the words), and throwing more money than he cared to give, Atticus was able to reacquire his childhood home, and eventually, where his own children would grow up. Unfortunately the woman he’d been seeking to court announced her engagement to another, although it was for the best. He couldn’t imagine trying to draw a conversation out of her every day. 

Finding a wife was put on the backburner as his brother pulled away from the family after a quite dirty move; between him and fixing up the Foxwood Estate in Bath, Atticus has spent the last few years trying not to sprout gray hairs as he keeps his family in line.

Personality: Although he wouldn’t classify himself as lazy, Atticus is a man of leisure, and hasn’t really worked hard a day in his life; the hardest he ever had to work was during his time at Hogwarts, although to say he put a maximum amount of effort into any of his classes would be stretching the truth. He does enjoy a game of wizarding chess, although after an embarrassing loss to a second year, he has rarely found the time to sit down and play.

Instead he prefers to spend his time socializing and making connections to ensure the Foxwood clan remains as an upper class family; he enjoys attending social events, as he can be quite the peacock while in attendance, finding ways to draw attention to himself. Atticus understands the need to marry and ensure there is an heir to continue the Foxwood line, although he finds himself being a bit… pickier about who his future bride is. It doesn’t stop him from flirting or engaging in conversations - in fact, it may spur him quite a bit during the social events.

He has expectations that those in his family will fall in line and follow his directions - he only has their best interests at heart. It irks him to no end when his brother pushes back against him. He tries to keep a calm demeanor, as he’s not quick to temper, but it’s only a matter of time before his temper boils over.

Other:

Patronus: Eagle
Amorentia: unknown
Boggart: himself as a house elf


Sample Roleplay Post:

The moment he had woken from a restless sleep, Carrick had headed down to the harbor to see the ocean; although not as remote or as lively as Mermaid Lagoon, and certainly not as exotic as Never Forest, it was still one of his favorite places to be in his current state. Here he could roam anonymously and not be taunted by the call of his home – he tried as hard as humanly possible to keep as much distance between himself and there. He missed his siblings, his friends, and the rush of the ocean all around him. The harbor was as close as Carrick could get to home without being swept away in the tides and drowning – the fisherman would only save his life once, and he’d never truly learned to swim as a human. (Instead he spent much of his time at the docks, staring at the waves licking the wood of the docks. Sometimes he stood too close to the edge just for the feeling of salt water against his skin and the roar of the ocean in his veins as droplets splashed onto his flesh.)
Ripping the last bit of center of the biscuit, Carrick popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly on it; he dropped the outer edge into the water, watching it sink toward the bottom before a colorful blue fish swallowed it whole. That’s what Selkie life was like – they never chewed their food and dominated the little guys. He’d been a force to be reckoned with. Now he was forced into a life of submission. Scoffing, he raised his eyes to watch the mighty heap of the sea flowing in its astral-blue smoothness drift in from the horizon. The horizon itself was a thin seam where the canopy of the sky and the sea melted into each other. His thoughts picked away at his attention, while his emotions ran wild, untamable as they were. He’d never shake the feeling of homesickness.

A sigh escaped Carrick as a group of men laughed boisterously and moved toward a few women whistling at them, their skirts raised well above their knees and breast spilling out of the corsets; the docks were always filled with commotion. He jumped off a barrel that had been unloaded earlier from a ship to make his way toward the square, hoping it would be at least a tiny bit quieter. He wanted to splurge on some fresh seafood and consume it privately – Carrick had found a few holes other didn’t frequent whenever he needed time alone – but with his pay it wasn’t the good stuff.

Walking up the dock, Carrick narrowed his eyes as a familiar blur focused into a shape: Jack Marrazo. He watched him for a moment with elated; his hand was pressed against something in his pocket. Must be valuable if he had to have a constant touch on it. Quickening his steps, the selkie entered into Jack’s view and flashed him a wide grin. “Marrazo!” He laughed and flung his arm around the other’s shoulder, fingers curling gingerly around his shoulder. He leaned his head closer to him, basking in the warmth of his skin. “If you’re looking to sell I know a guy who’ll give you double whatever you’re thinking.”

It wasn’t a bold face lie; Carrick would never be daft enough to steal from someone as close to Belanger as Marrazo was, but that didn’t mean some of his shadier friends wouldn’t rip him off and give Carrick a little extra change for his troubles. His grin widened and his stomach rumbled albeit it was drowned out by the sounds around them.

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