Nicknames: Phil. After a table flipping incident in 1865, he’d sometimes get Flip from the siblings.
Birthdate: 1st November, 1850
Current Age: 42 years
Gender: Male
Occupation: Ministry | Head of the Research Committee
Reputation: 10. He’s immaculate.
Residence: Mayfair, London | “The Castle”, Scotland
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Wand: Aspen, 13 1/4”, dragon heartstring, unyielding.
Blood Status: Pureblood
Social Class: Upper
Family:
Alexandra Rowle née _____ | Wife | 18xx
Philippa Rowle | Daughter | 1882Frederick Rowle | Son | 1884 - 1887
Albert Rowle | Son | 1887
Florence Rowle | Daughter | 1889
Algernon Rowle | Father | 18xxBelinda Rowle née Crabbe | Mother | 1824 - 1884
Robert Rowle | Brother | 1847
-- and family
Miranda Rowle | Sister | 1854
Seraphina — née Rowle | Sister | 1860
-- and family
Edwin Rowle | Brother | 1863
Appearance:
At a shade over 6’3”, Philip is tall and muscular and not infrequently considered imposing at first glance. He has thick eyebrows and thick brown hair that he’s lucky not to be losing yet. He has dark blue eyes, and his nose is set slightly crooked from a bludger accident at school. He usually has some stubble, but generally smartened up his act when he began at the Ministry, and for the last couple of decades has looked irreproachably neat. His expressions are largely neutral, save for a rarely-seen flash of emotion in his eyes. He is right-handed, and while as a child he was quick to take action, as an adult he is always measured and thoughtful in his movements. History:
Philip is born the second son to Algernon and Belinda Rowle. Younger siblings join them over the years, but most of his memories are of childhood fights with his elder brother Robin, Miranda persistently butting into their games, and growing up in The Castle in the Scottish mountains. It’s a large place, and the Rowle children want for nothing, but even so: Philip has never liked feeling contained.
So he’s not an easy child. But while he’s a child, at least he doesn’t know much of his parents, and his parents don’t know him.
In 1862, one Scottish castle is traded for another. Philip is swiftly sorted into Slytherin. Robin’s off in Hufflepuff, not that he cares: Philip was always going to make his own friends. (And he does – friends and enemies alike.)
Home from school for the holidays, Christmas is marred by an incident. Eight-year-old Miranda goes strange and starts talking about betrayals. In the end, it’s apparently her health that betrays her – the Sight must have taken something out of her, Philip used to assume – because she’s never quite the same again. She doesn’t go to Hogwarts. She scarcely leaves the house.
Still, Philip has his own life to live. In third year, he makes the quidditch team as a Beater, and it unleashes something in him. Quidditch becomes his outlet, his escape, his new obsession. He takes it more seriously than any of his schoolwork, though as he gets older he does hear from home to be reprimanded if his grades aren’t up to par. Nonetheless, he gets into a few duels and brawls over the years – enough to make him passed over for Prefect. That’s fine: he’s the second son anyway. It doesn’t matter what he does. He does get the Slytherin quidditch captaincy in his final year, and that’s what he wanted. He graduates with good enough NEWTs, and finally his scholarly days are behind him.
After graduation in 1869, Philip heads off to the continent (with some friends; Robin might have gone with their Mama, but Philip has other plans), and has some decent fun out there – but he comes home after just a few months, plans up his sleeve. He’s going to play professional quidditch – Beater, obviously – and he’s already been to a few tryouts and entertained a few sponsors when he lets it spill to Robin. Fatal error, that – he should have known. Robin runs right off to grass to their father, and fucks it up for Philip beyond measure. (He was going to ask for forgiveness, not permission.) His father is furious at the idea, but Philip takes out all his frustration on his brother – leaves him deaf in one ear. Maybe if he hadn’t started throwing hexes, his father wouldn’t have felt compelled to take control.
But he did: Philip doesn’t come out of his father’s study the same. All interest in quidditch is abruptly thrown to the wayside, for one. (Philip could probably count the quidditch matches he attends in the following twenty-four years on both hands.) But he doesn’t mind that – he’s never minded anything since. He has been perfectly happy as a perfectly dutiful son, brother, employee, husband, father.
WORK: He begins in the Ministry in Law Enforcement and becomes an Obliviator, which goes well for some years until Philip’s first moment of resistance. It’s 1875, he’s at work, and for a moment there is a sudden, strange, burst of terrible, painful clarity. His father notices, and doubles down on the Curse, and Philip forgets himself again. He moves to a more subdued line of work, a desk job in the office. He is good at his work, and never a problem to anyone. Eventually, because research and scholarship is his passion, he moves into the Research Committee, which he has headed up since 1890.
MARRIAGE: The second inexplicable moment he remembers of his life in a strange slant is in 1878, when he is on his way to proposing marriage. He won’t make himself step through the door however much his mind insists he should. Instead, somehow he makes himself ill; he is delirious in bed for two weeks; the moment passes, and eventually he finds himself courting another woman instead. They are married by 1881, and settle down in London without incident.
FAMILY: They have four children over the next decade, and Philip remains a mild-mannered husband and a gentle, if distant, father. As with the rest of his life, he is blissfully, perpetually, content. The same goes with his own siblings, nowadays – if they used to fight, they haven’t in years. His mother dies in 1884, but Philip has a newborn son to ease any sorrow he felt at her passing (but did he feel any? he must have, somewhere). But in 1887, when his son has accidentally drowned in the bath and his wife is a weeping mess and his life should be falling apart but he is keeping it together entirely too well, and some thought or another enters his head, Philip has a sudden flash of fury and howling anguish at it – and in another flash, the feeling’s gone again. He must have dreamed the feeling.
He hasn’t dreamed the feelings this time. After twenty-four years, more than half his life, Philip is himself again. He doesn’t care if this is going to hurt – he’s not going back.
Personality:
BEFORE: Anyone who knew Philip as a child or a teen knew the Philip who was brash and volatile, outspoken and determined. He was fond of a little rough-and-tumble and had a habit of bullying people into things to get his own way. If he didn’t get his own way, he’d be contrary about it, and take it out in anger. A beater in quidditch, he had what could have become a violent streak, if not for the Imperius Curse taking the sting from his tail.
DURING: If anything, his father over-corrected. As an adult, Philip became near-unrecognisable. He was quiet but firm, pensive, compliant, not one to disagree unless he had to – academic and detail-oriented, private and oh-so-composed. Mild-mannered and soft-spoken to the point of gentle, but always, always, emotionally detached.
AFTER: HE’S BACK, BABY. WITH A VENGEANCE.
Sample Roleplay Post:
Age: 28
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