OC Application: Jewllian Mayfair
Part One- Personal
Name: Livey
Character's Name: Jewllian Mayfair
Email: paintedredwindows@gmail.com
AIM: want you bleeders
Other Instant Messenger Programs: Y!M: driprubies MSN: driprubies@hotmail.com
AGE: 21
Past Rpg Experience: I’ve played a handful of years in various forms of role play games in quite a few genres. I started out in chat-style rp, but branched out to journal a few years ago. Lately I have limited myself to private games and multi-fandom games, and I’m very much looking forward to dipping back into this fandom.
Where did you hear about our RPG? I stumbled on it through LJ’s interest search, actually!
The following situations may or may not arise over the course of the game. You, as a player, are never required to participate in anything you do not wish, but the situations might arise around you. This is an adult game set in a fantasy world where there are definite bad-guys out there.
Having said that, please tell us how you feel about:
Het, slash and femmeslash: I haven’t a problem with any form of sexual writing. It can add a richness and depth to both characters and plots. I’m quite guilty of having written all of the above before and quite often with some characters. However, I do have rather high standards for it in that it must be well written and serve a purpose in the movement of the story.
NC-17 material: I am a morbid, twisted, dark soul. It’s true. There’s very little that can be encompassed under this category that I will not write, from sex to violence to drug use, etc. However, my standards for quality are very high, and none of it is likely to be used for a shock factor or without purpose.
Violence: I have a strong stomach. The rest of my answer is quite like the previous two.
Part Two- Character Info
Character Name: Jewllian Fineas Mayfair
Age: 38
Birthday: 13 November 1963
Wand: 30cm of Alderwood containing a dragon heartstring.
House in School: Student of Durmstrang
Bloodline: Pure
Political View: Jewllian’s political view is quite unfavorable. He has never held the ministry in any form of respect and took great delight in bending its law where he could. As such, he sees it as a weak organization and useless. His opinion has only worsened in the light of recent events - grasping at straws to maintain any sort of control, a mite hair short of a totalitarian government.
However, his few of the Death Eaters is just as unfavorable. Though he can’t deny his own form of pureblood supremacy, he saw Voldemort as a dangerously foolish wizard, taking what should have been the final stages of a plan his only form of a power struggle. A shame he had never learned from history: the world’s or even his own.
Appearance
Height: 180cm
Weight: 70kg
Build: Easily classified as lean, though well muscled. His physique has begun to soften a bit as his age progresses.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: A deep, rich brown.
Dress style: Jewllian’s style of dress is rather odd. He often wears layers of both clothing and jewelry, giving him a rather humble or even haggard appearance, and quite often that of less fortunate circumstance. His clothing is from no particular culture or period - his collection containing random garments from ripped jeans to poet shirts, all well worn. His jewelry includes necklaces ranging from amulets to dog tags, wristbands and bracelets, and a variety of rings. Traditional wizard robes and formal wear are very, very rarely seen on him. The last he wore anything of the sort was when he still held an office as a barrister.
Discerning Marks: Jewllian Mayfair could be quite an attractive man, if he tried. Though not remarkably tall, he’s kept himself in good health and shape, and even can be considered muscular. A strong jaw line and high cheek bones connect him to his heritage just as much as his dark, rich brown eyes, and make for a very handsome face. However, these are all softened and even hidden by his hair, always worn long and around his face, accompanied by varying amounts of facial hair. Neither, however, are meant as any form of concealment or “protection” as so often described of such styling, but simply a matter of preference.
Though he has no mentionable scars upon his person, he does have a small collection of tattoos. Each of them hold special meaning to him, and hardly have anything to do with the magical. One can ask him the meaning behind the sparrow on his forearm, or the nature of the three on his hand (to name a few), but be prepared for a vague, unrelated, or mildly insulting answer.
PB: Johnny Depp
Sexuality: Though his marriage would suggest that he is straight, as would the often illicit affairs he’s been caught with, when he takes attention to something he can be quite passionate. Such a passion is not limited to any one sex.
Psychology
Introvert/Extrovert: Jewllian is, in his most basic nature, an introvert. His career might lead one to believe the opposite, and he can play the roll of the extrovert well. This outspoken individual, the one capable of entertaining and swaying large rooms, is left entirely when he leaves the room. His preference lies in solitude, and will not suffer people longer than is reasonable.
Boggart is? To anybody who may see it, his boggart takes the form of a dark, shadow figure - something that can be mistaken for a dementor. To say it is would be untrue, but only he knows the face in the darkness is that of his grand-uncle Loughland Mayfair. As a child, subject to his will as head of the family, Jewllian has quite a reason to harbor a deep (though often subconscious) fear and hatred of the man.
Patronus? Though he’s been able to produce a white mist of a patronus, he’s never been able to produce a full-bodied patronus - his ability hindered by an apathy towards the use of the charm.
Personality
Include strengths, weaknesses, quirks, general outlook on life.
Rather simply, Jewllian Mayfair is a quiet, private man. Those qualities tend to often lead to an air of mystery about him. He often appears cold, though calm and collected and seemingly unbothered by everything around him. In areas of the law, he is passionate and even captivating.
A person is rarely so simple, however, to be summed up so easily. Jewllian, in his complexities, is a balance between a good man and a dark wizard, between instinct and malice. In the true nature of an introvert he prefers solitude. He maintains few relationships, not out of an inability to create them, but because of a general disinterest in others - an interesting trait for a barrister to possess. The few that he does have, that he truly cares about, are often created by a spark of interest in the person. The deepest connections, the most important relationships, were those he formed early in his life, and he finds himself incapable of relinquishing the attachment. When connections such as these are found, he is driven and passionate in the relationship.
Jewllian is extremely intelligent. He is prone to studying people and situations, his instinct that of a strategist. The trait has served him well for most of his life, especially in his practice. However, he exhibits hubris common to those who deem themselves intelligent and has very little humility. He does not give respect easily, and never unless you can prove his equal or superior. Be prepared for a fight. And yet, he is a barrister, helping those often beneath him. He exhibits great patience and care to those outside of such a profession he might never have even looked at. Jewllian would explain this away as a passion for the law not the people.
In the realm of patience, he is capable of it in great quantity. Once you’ve reached your limit on his patience, you will never see it again. There is no second chance in his eyes, and he is unforgiving to a fault. He possesses an almost wrath-like anger and vindictiveness. Once you've reached that point with him, it will be all you will see of the man.
As stated before, Jewllian is a private man. Even when asked directly, he will rarely tell you anything about his private life. Often he will ignore the question. When he doesn’t, he lies or tells stories aimed at insulting the inquisitor. It was also something seen quite often when dealing with reporters who asked, what he believed were, stupid questions. Jewllian also possesses a dark sense of humor. He takes great pleasure in manipulation, of both a single person and the offices of law. Admittedly, his first interest in a legal career was not to help people, or the pursuit of justice, but a study in how to manipulate it. Still, though he will likely never admit to it, he also finds pride in upholding it, and worked to change it where needed.
Family
Parents? Marceau and Helena Creswell (both deceased)
Siblings? Juliette
Family dynamics: Jewllian’s family is, at times, rather confusing and troubling to say the least. His mother, Helena, was the daughter of Leland Mayfair, though in disgust for his family, he turned his children over to his brother, Loughland, and left them to return to Scotland. Jewllian never formed any sort of bond with his mother or father. At the age of 5 he left Salem to live with his grandfather (at Leland’s behest) in the Scottish highlands. It was with him that Jewllian formed the only paternal attachment he has. Leland never made any attempt to hide that he was a Dark Wizard, though was never a Death Eater. Jewllian’s early education with him was, no doubt, an interesting one.
Only a few years after his relocation to Scotland, his younger sister Juliette followed. Both of them surrendered the name Creswell in favor of Mayfair early on in their lives. He and Juliette are unshakably and often disturbingly close. Their relationship exceeds the bounds of siblings to a degree that might suggest that they are really only fragments of a whole. Juliette is the only person to truly know Jewllian, and vice versa. When they fight, though it’s rare, it’s nothing short of severe psychological warfare with the express purpose of shattering the other. Neither of them has yet won this game.
His relationship with his mother was rocky at best. As mentioned before, their relationship is far from mother and son, though not for a lack of Helena’s trying. In his adult years their relationship developed an explosive dynamic that lead them to many fights, the final one being when he decided to marry (Helena deeming his wife unsuitable), ending in her disowning him from the family. Marceau and Jewllian never had any sort of relationship, holding nothing but contempt for his father at the man’s weak will. Naturally, he found no remorse or sadness in his parent’s death.
Loughland Mayfair is a rather touchy subject. Any extensive contact with the man was reserved to the years prior to his relocation to Scotland, and brief holidays in his childhood. He was a cruel man, and a truly terrifying wizard to a small child. Jewllian harbors nothing but contempt towards his memory.
The marriage to his wife, Giada, is a complicated one. Their romance started off heavy and passionate, leading them to elope - something that angered both of their families. However, upon being married, their dynamic changed almost immediately. No longer the source of mystery and passion she once was, Jewllian’s feelings for his wife faltered as did his loyalty. He is quite apt to blame her - claiming that she had changed from the stunning, strong woman she was in her youth to nothing more than a wispy housewife. Jewllian is by no means a saint in this relationship, and holds little patience for the woman and is quick to anger where she’s concerned. However, neither of them has ever visited the idea of divorce.
Lifestyle
Occupation: Currently he surviving on his own savings and the family fortune, focusing on his fascination with herbology rather than actively pursing a career as a barrister.
Residence: A small cottage little more than a stone’s throw from Hogsmeade.
Financial Status: Well off. He kept his account well filled from his career as a barrister, which is kept up with the occasional stipends from the family fortune.
History from student days at Hogwarts to the present time:
Jewllian never attended Hogwarts. His grandfather thought the school could only offer his grandson an unfitting and demeaning education at best, and petitioned to have the boy attend Durmstrang. Given the family’s pure and well-established bloodline, he was an easy admittance. Though for the first year Jewllian struggled with the language barriers and the otherwise unwelcoming attitude towards the American-born Scot, his marks didn’t fair too badly. The first summer holiday he spend his time studying the languages used at the school, determined to have one less obstacle. Though he would never consider himself fluent, he learned enough to rarely be hindered too badly in class, though his teachers weren’t particularly forgiving. He would never be warmly accepted by either students or professors, but he did exceedingly well in his studies. In fact, he found an affinity with the considerably darker curriculum taught there. During those years, he showed an undeniable talent in herbology, which would carry into hobby later in life.
After school he returned to his family in Salem for a short time. It was during then that he had met his future wife Giada. After a brief romance he returned to Scotland, and then to London to pursue a career as a barrister. He studied diligently under the ministry and even at The Honourable Society of Gray's Inn, though he viewed muggle law as beneath him. After passing his exams and obtaining the title of barrister, he took a minor role within the ministry’s Magical Law Enforcement department, and set up a small practice of his own. To celebrate, he took a short holiday back to Salem which ended in his marriage. Despite the turbulent and practically non-existent relationship with his family, and the eroding relationship between him and his wife, he managed to form a respectable and successful law office.
That began to change, however, as Voldemort came back into power. Jewllian’s heritage in the dark arts had never been much of a secret, though most had never before let it hinder their opinions of the man as a barrister. As the world became polarized and gripped by fear, that began to change. It was in the summer of 1997 that he sold his law office (for quite a generous amount) and closed his house to move east, finding a comfortable residence on the south coast of France. During the next four years, he retired nearly completely from practicing law, corresponding only by owl when desperately needed - which wasn’t often at first with all of the UK at war. Instead he turned his focus to his once-talent as a student, herbology. His interests started off rather broad in the field, but soon became limited to cultivating and breeding rare (and often illegal) plants.
In the early spring of 2001 he turned possession of his home in France over to his sister and returned to his cottage outside of Hogsmeade. He hasn’t yet fully returned to his career as a barrister, preferring the life of a hermit herbologist for now, though it’s rare that he ever turns down someone seeking legal advice, should they brave approaching him. Whether or not the advice is helpful is a completely different matter.
* Harry Potter and his victory over Voldemort? Though he felt no true rejoice at the news, he would admit to a certain relief in that the insane no longer had control of the world.
* Dumbledore and his murder by Severus Snape? Having only a minor, working knowledge of either of them, he has no strong feelings about the matter. Though he is quite curious, of course, as most who didn’t witness the event likely were. He’s especially curious as to how Snape is still allowed to teach at the school.
* Lucius Malfoy's pardon and book publication? Jewllian wasn’t at all surprised by the pardoning, knowing exactly how easily manipulated the law can be. He views the book publication as nothing more than publicity (as it was a rather boring read), but he can’t help feel an attraction to exactly how he had managed to maneuver the pardon, especially given the evidence against him. Unfortunately, the book didn’t particularly mention this.
* The Registry? It is nothing more than an idiotic campaign from a weak government. He has no illusions about his likelihood to be on the registry, if not for his service to the law and the ministry. Though that service might give a few members of the ministry great pleasure in the thought of placing a collar tightly around his neck.
* Werewolf Remus Lupin's job at Hogwarts? An interesting bit of news, to be sure. Though he has no personal prejudice against werewolves he finds it curious, both considering the uproar his last post at the school generated and the ministry's obvious stance against werewolves in general.
* Bellatrix' capture, insanity defense, followed by her "cure" and release from St. Mungo's? Jewllian is quite intrigued by this specifically. He will never deny that such an oversight is nothing more than the ministry aiding in its own destruction, yet he can’t help but be fascinated by the witch. Of course, this fascination only comes with the idea that her quick-tempered insanity and he will never be in the same room.
What plots would you like to pursue with this character? What short and long-term goals does the character have for his/her future? I would really like to see him returning to his career as a barrister (much to his own chagrin) as I’m sure many people will be able to make great use of him. I think it would also be in his future to dip into politics. Perhaps help one of the minister candidates with their campaign? I think those former Death Eaters might be inclined to “persuade” him to take on their cases in their own effort to be removed from the registry given his own inclination towards the dark arts.
I’d also like to see him involved with those who have careers and interests in both potions and herbology (Snape, Neville, and Mrs Weasley to name a few) given his current interest.
Once you start playing the game and get a feel for your fellow players and characters, assuming the interaction is favourable, how long could you anticipate staying with this character and this game? What is your usual pattern of longevity in role-playing games?
I’ve never applied for a game which I don’t believe that I will enjoy, nor one I won’t be able to dedicate myself to. Assuming that I get along with the majority of players, and find a niche for my character, it takes the force of a hurricane to get me to leave it.
What is your usual pattern of availability and play-time for a character and game which you enjoy?
My availability is really rather awkward at times. Currently, my work schedule tends to shift between morning and evening. Such a circumstance can make it a bit unpredictable as to when I’m on. However, this is a passion of mine, even more so when I’m a member of a game I enjoy greatly, so I do seize as many opportunities as possible to be here. With the exception of the occasional busy day and a rare vacation, there will hardly be a day where I don’t dedicate at least a few hours.
Sample Journal Entry:
2nd January 2002
I find, in these coldest months, a state of mind that was lacking in that small house outside Avignon. There is a comfort in the snow, the ice, the death of winter. Even in my proximity to such a bustling town I feel blissfully distant. Secluded. The ice has turned everything into crystal - fragile and shattered under the easiest touch. With the white that blankets everything comes a silence that is fond to my heart.
These dismal months remind me of a home I had long forgotten.
Much to my dismay, and in threat to my own peace, it seems that my lack of an office has not discouraged people’s memory of my former profession. Another man braved the snow and the cold to find his way to my doorstep. He pleaded his case there, in the cold next to the dead flowers. He looked like he belonged. Another “former Death Eater” looking to remove his name from the registry, to remove the tag from his wand. The door was closed with the sentiment that he should be grateful he is not kept by dementors.
I must profess an interest in the nature of the registry - the collars and the tags. The ministry, in every true fashion of a useless government, has sent me in circles every time I sought to look further into the legislation. Frustrating and ever more enticing.
Sample Third Person Writing:
The cobblestone path was ancient. The roughness of the melding of individual stones had been worn to a subtle inconsistency as the path carved its way through the lush green that spread over the Scottish country side. This particular branch of the pathway led to a small cottage tucked safely into the hills. Tradition seeped from the walls of the home-- from each brick that created its exterior. It was, quite simply, charming, and looked no more out of place than the trees that protected the pane glass windows from the midday sun.
It was those traits exactly that attracted Jewllien to the home. In fact, more than anything, he was attracted to the memory of a home that he once longed for as a child. It had been built some centuries ago -the house Jewllien desired- not far from the home his ancestors had built just outside of Salem. His mother thought it a foolish desire to long for something as inconsequential as a house as he did. He was not the only one, though. Jewllien and his sister lusted after a future in that house equally-- she with her fat children, which she never bore, and Jewllien… well his future had always contained much darker images.
The unrequited love for the cottage of his childhood was what drove Jewllien pursue the purchase of this house, though his fortune had grown menial after an exodus from his family. It would also be such a love that drove his young bride -the one for whom he endured such a turbulent exodus- to transform what she could of the home to what Jewllien had once described to her. The driving force behind her dutiful work was the desire to hear him speak of her with such love as a single word the cottage was given.
Hoarsely, the fence squeaked as Jewllien pushed it open. The pace with which he had walked from Hogsmeade with slowed, if such a thing were conceivable, as his eyes drifted to the flowers still blooming in the yard. He hated them. It was his young bride that managed to bewitch them into blooming until the first snow’s fall. He would just as soon as have them destroyed than look at them, but he let them be. The flowers in the yard were one of few things that Jewllien afforded her. Such an impressive gesture of charity would not save them from a menacing look, and the longing for winter, as he passed to the door.
Just to left of the meager entry hall, and past the small study, were the kitchens of the house. Their proximity offered the pungent aroma of herbs to the rooms nearby. In the summers, the herbs gave way to the fragrance of warmed clay and jasmine. It was, quite possibly, Jewllien’s favorite quality of the house. One might know that from the deep intake of the scent as he crossed the threshold every time.
“Jewllien?” A soft voice called from further in the house. “È quello voi?” It was the very voice that greeted him with every opening of the door, as though any other would inquire inside the house.
“Sì, Giada.” He answered blankly as he shrugged his jacket from his shoulders. He crossed the old wooden floors of the study nearly as silently as a shadow in his path to the kitchens. Inside, a kettle waited. He tested it’s warmth by wrapping his long, chilled fingers around it. The warmth felt good to his tired skin. After a few moments, when the threat of further chill was chased from his bones, he removed the kettle from the stove to the single cup resting on the mangled wooden surface of the island just behind him.
“Where were you last night?” Giada asked quietly, appearing in the southern entrance to the kitchen. She rested against the frame of the doorway. She was a small woman, lacking advantage in height, and skinny near to the bone. Dark, nearly black hair reached towards her waist which offered the slightest glance at her olive skin. It was that skin that had once enraptured Jewllien so genuinely.
She was not, however, the girl she once was.
“That is not your concern.” He said bluntly as he set the kettle aside. Letting his tea a moment to steep, he walked towards his wife. Her disposition changed quickly, pausing as a feeling of dread and perhaps hope swept over her. As he drew closer to her, the latter faded quickly. She stood up straight and stepped back as he reached around her.
Without further explanation, he closed the door.
His cup was retrieved before he left the kitchen, taking the long way through the house to the small greenhouse in the back. It had been built onto the house upon their return from France. There was once a time when the office just at the entrance of the house was his favored room, spending all his time amongst the shelves of books. That had shifted in recent years.
“It is my concern, Jewllien!” At the resurgence of her presence, Jewllien offered a marked sigh of frustration. “I am your wife-- dutifully, and I do only as you ask. Still, our bed is cold.”
The delicate china of his cup clattered as he set it roughly on the table amongst his plants. With hastened steps, he closed the distance between them, taking up her arm in a rough grasp. “If you are so concerned with its warmth, warm it yourself!” With that, she was nearly thrown from the doorway in which she stood, the wall opposite the greenhouse the only thing to catch her before she fell. The door before her was closed with a force that made the house itself shudder, and locked upon his will.
Jewllien retrieved his cup, and the plant for which he had hunted for in his path towards his the backmost room of the greenhouse. It was the last of her dismal complaints he would suffer today.
Name: Livey
Character's Name: Jewllian Mayfair
Email: paintedredwindows@gmail.com
AIM: want you bleeders
Other Instant Messenger Programs: Y!M: driprubies MSN: driprubies@hotmail.com
AGE: 21
Past Rpg Experience: I’ve played a handful of years in various forms of role play games in quite a few genres. I started out in chat-style rp, but branched out to journal a few years ago. Lately I have limited myself to private games and multi-fandom games, and I’m very much looking forward to dipping back into this fandom.
Where did you hear about our RPG? I stumbled on it through LJ’s interest search, actually!
The following situations may or may not arise over the course of the game. You, as a player, are never required to participate in anything you do not wish, but the situations might arise around you. This is an adult game set in a fantasy world where there are definite bad-guys out there.
Having said that, please tell us how you feel about:
Het, slash and femmeslash: I haven’t a problem with any form of sexual writing. It can add a richness and depth to both characters and plots. I’m quite guilty of having written all of the above before and quite often with some characters. However, I do have rather high standards for it in that it must be well written and serve a purpose in the movement of the story.
NC-17 material: I am a morbid, twisted, dark soul. It’s true. There’s very little that can be encompassed under this category that I will not write, from sex to violence to drug use, etc. However, my standards for quality are very high, and none of it is likely to be used for a shock factor or without purpose.
Violence: I have a strong stomach. The rest of my answer is quite like the previous two.
Part Two- Character Info
Character Name: Jewllian Fineas Mayfair
Age: 38
Birthday: 13 November 1963
Wand: 30cm of Alderwood containing a dragon heartstring.
House in School: Student of Durmstrang
Bloodline: Pure
Political View: Jewllian’s political view is quite unfavorable. He has never held the ministry in any form of respect and took great delight in bending its law where he could. As such, he sees it as a weak organization and useless. His opinion has only worsened in the light of recent events - grasping at straws to maintain any sort of control, a mite hair short of a totalitarian government.
However, his few of the Death Eaters is just as unfavorable. Though he can’t deny his own form of pureblood supremacy, he saw Voldemort as a dangerously foolish wizard, taking what should have been the final stages of a plan his only form of a power struggle. A shame he had never learned from history: the world’s or even his own.
Appearance
Height: 180cm
Weight: 70kg
Build: Easily classified as lean, though well muscled. His physique has begun to soften a bit as his age progresses.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: A deep, rich brown.
Dress style: Jewllian’s style of dress is rather odd. He often wears layers of both clothing and jewelry, giving him a rather humble or even haggard appearance, and quite often that of less fortunate circumstance. His clothing is from no particular culture or period - his collection containing random garments from ripped jeans to poet shirts, all well worn. His jewelry includes necklaces ranging from amulets to dog tags, wristbands and bracelets, and a variety of rings. Traditional wizard robes and formal wear are very, very rarely seen on him. The last he wore anything of the sort was when he still held an office as a barrister.
Discerning Marks: Jewllian Mayfair could be quite an attractive man, if he tried. Though not remarkably tall, he’s kept himself in good health and shape, and even can be considered muscular. A strong jaw line and high cheek bones connect him to his heritage just as much as his dark, rich brown eyes, and make for a very handsome face. However, these are all softened and even hidden by his hair, always worn long and around his face, accompanied by varying amounts of facial hair. Neither, however, are meant as any form of concealment or “protection” as so often described of such styling, but simply a matter of preference.
Though he has no mentionable scars upon his person, he does have a small collection of tattoos. Each of them hold special meaning to him, and hardly have anything to do with the magical. One can ask him the meaning behind the sparrow on his forearm, or the nature of the three on his hand (to name a few), but be prepared for a vague, unrelated, or mildly insulting answer.
PB: Johnny Depp
Sexuality: Though his marriage would suggest that he is straight, as would the often illicit affairs he’s been caught with, when he takes attention to something he can be quite passionate. Such a passion is not limited to any one sex.
Psychology
Introvert/Extrovert: Jewllian is, in his most basic nature, an introvert. His career might lead one to believe the opposite, and he can play the roll of the extrovert well. This outspoken individual, the one capable of entertaining and swaying large rooms, is left entirely when he leaves the room. His preference lies in solitude, and will not suffer people longer than is reasonable.
Boggart is? To anybody who may see it, his boggart takes the form of a dark, shadow figure - something that can be mistaken for a dementor. To say it is would be untrue, but only he knows the face in the darkness is that of his grand-uncle Loughland Mayfair. As a child, subject to his will as head of the family, Jewllian has quite a reason to harbor a deep (though often subconscious) fear and hatred of the man.
Patronus? Though he’s been able to produce a white mist of a patronus, he’s never been able to produce a full-bodied patronus - his ability hindered by an apathy towards the use of the charm.
Personality
Include strengths, weaknesses, quirks, general outlook on life.
Rather simply, Jewllian Mayfair is a quiet, private man. Those qualities tend to often lead to an air of mystery about him. He often appears cold, though calm and collected and seemingly unbothered by everything around him. In areas of the law, he is passionate and even captivating.
A person is rarely so simple, however, to be summed up so easily. Jewllian, in his complexities, is a balance between a good man and a dark wizard, between instinct and malice. In the true nature of an introvert he prefers solitude. He maintains few relationships, not out of an inability to create them, but because of a general disinterest in others - an interesting trait for a barrister to possess. The few that he does have, that he truly cares about, are often created by a spark of interest in the person. The deepest connections, the most important relationships, were those he formed early in his life, and he finds himself incapable of relinquishing the attachment. When connections such as these are found, he is driven and passionate in the relationship.
Jewllian is extremely intelligent. He is prone to studying people and situations, his instinct that of a strategist. The trait has served him well for most of his life, especially in his practice. However, he exhibits hubris common to those who deem themselves intelligent and has very little humility. He does not give respect easily, and never unless you can prove his equal or superior. Be prepared for a fight. And yet, he is a barrister, helping those often beneath him. He exhibits great patience and care to those outside of such a profession he might never have even looked at. Jewllian would explain this away as a passion for the law not the people.
In the realm of patience, he is capable of it in great quantity. Once you’ve reached your limit on his patience, you will never see it again. There is no second chance in his eyes, and he is unforgiving to a fault. He possesses an almost wrath-like anger and vindictiveness. Once you've reached that point with him, it will be all you will see of the man.
As stated before, Jewllian is a private man. Even when asked directly, he will rarely tell you anything about his private life. Often he will ignore the question. When he doesn’t, he lies or tells stories aimed at insulting the inquisitor. It was also something seen quite often when dealing with reporters who asked, what he believed were, stupid questions. Jewllian also possesses a dark sense of humor. He takes great pleasure in manipulation, of both a single person and the offices of law. Admittedly, his first interest in a legal career was not to help people, or the pursuit of justice, but a study in how to manipulate it. Still, though he will likely never admit to it, he also finds pride in upholding it, and worked to change it where needed.
Family
Parents? Marceau and Helena Creswell (both deceased)
Siblings? Juliette
Family dynamics: Jewllian’s family is, at times, rather confusing and troubling to say the least. His mother, Helena, was the daughter of Leland Mayfair, though in disgust for his family, he turned his children over to his brother, Loughland, and left them to return to Scotland. Jewllian never formed any sort of bond with his mother or father. At the age of 5 he left Salem to live with his grandfather (at Leland’s behest) in the Scottish highlands. It was with him that Jewllian formed the only paternal attachment he has. Leland never made any attempt to hide that he was a Dark Wizard, though was never a Death Eater. Jewllian’s early education with him was, no doubt, an interesting one.
Only a few years after his relocation to Scotland, his younger sister Juliette followed. Both of them surrendered the name Creswell in favor of Mayfair early on in their lives. He and Juliette are unshakably and often disturbingly close. Their relationship exceeds the bounds of siblings to a degree that might suggest that they are really only fragments of a whole. Juliette is the only person to truly know Jewllian, and vice versa. When they fight, though it’s rare, it’s nothing short of severe psychological warfare with the express purpose of shattering the other. Neither of them has yet won this game.
His relationship with his mother was rocky at best. As mentioned before, their relationship is far from mother and son, though not for a lack of Helena’s trying. In his adult years their relationship developed an explosive dynamic that lead them to many fights, the final one being when he decided to marry (Helena deeming his wife unsuitable), ending in her disowning him from the family. Marceau and Jewllian never had any sort of relationship, holding nothing but contempt for his father at the man’s weak will. Naturally, he found no remorse or sadness in his parent’s death.
Loughland Mayfair is a rather touchy subject. Any extensive contact with the man was reserved to the years prior to his relocation to Scotland, and brief holidays in his childhood. He was a cruel man, and a truly terrifying wizard to a small child. Jewllian harbors nothing but contempt towards his memory.
The marriage to his wife, Giada, is a complicated one. Their romance started off heavy and passionate, leading them to elope - something that angered both of their families. However, upon being married, their dynamic changed almost immediately. No longer the source of mystery and passion she once was, Jewllian’s feelings for his wife faltered as did his loyalty. He is quite apt to blame her - claiming that she had changed from the stunning, strong woman she was in her youth to nothing more than a wispy housewife. Jewllian is by no means a saint in this relationship, and holds little patience for the woman and is quick to anger where she’s concerned. However, neither of them has ever visited the idea of divorce.
Lifestyle
Occupation: Currently he surviving on his own savings and the family fortune, focusing on his fascination with herbology rather than actively pursing a career as a barrister.
Residence: A small cottage little more than a stone’s throw from Hogsmeade.
Financial Status: Well off. He kept his account well filled from his career as a barrister, which is kept up with the occasional stipends from the family fortune.
History from student days at Hogwarts to the present time:
Jewllian never attended Hogwarts. His grandfather thought the school could only offer his grandson an unfitting and demeaning education at best, and petitioned to have the boy attend Durmstrang. Given the family’s pure and well-established bloodline, he was an easy admittance. Though for the first year Jewllian struggled with the language barriers and the otherwise unwelcoming attitude towards the American-born Scot, his marks didn’t fair too badly. The first summer holiday he spend his time studying the languages used at the school, determined to have one less obstacle. Though he would never consider himself fluent, he learned enough to rarely be hindered too badly in class, though his teachers weren’t particularly forgiving. He would never be warmly accepted by either students or professors, but he did exceedingly well in his studies. In fact, he found an affinity with the considerably darker curriculum taught there. During those years, he showed an undeniable talent in herbology, which would carry into hobby later in life.
After school he returned to his family in Salem for a short time. It was during then that he had met his future wife Giada. After a brief romance he returned to Scotland, and then to London to pursue a career as a barrister. He studied diligently under the ministry and even at The Honourable Society of Gray's Inn, though he viewed muggle law as beneath him. After passing his exams and obtaining the title of barrister, he took a minor role within the ministry’s Magical Law Enforcement department, and set up a small practice of his own. To celebrate, he took a short holiday back to Salem which ended in his marriage. Despite the turbulent and practically non-existent relationship with his family, and the eroding relationship between him and his wife, he managed to form a respectable and successful law office.
That began to change, however, as Voldemort came back into power. Jewllian’s heritage in the dark arts had never been much of a secret, though most had never before let it hinder their opinions of the man as a barrister. As the world became polarized and gripped by fear, that began to change. It was in the summer of 1997 that he sold his law office (for quite a generous amount) and closed his house to move east, finding a comfortable residence on the south coast of France. During the next four years, he retired nearly completely from practicing law, corresponding only by owl when desperately needed - which wasn’t often at first with all of the UK at war. Instead he turned his focus to his once-talent as a student, herbology. His interests started off rather broad in the field, but soon became limited to cultivating and breeding rare (and often illegal) plants.
In the early spring of 2001 he turned possession of his home in France over to his sister and returned to his cottage outside of Hogsmeade. He hasn’t yet fully returned to his career as a barrister, preferring the life of a hermit herbologist for now, though it’s rare that he ever turns down someone seeking legal advice, should they brave approaching him. Whether or not the advice is helpful is a completely different matter.
* Harry Potter and his victory over Voldemort? Though he felt no true rejoice at the news, he would admit to a certain relief in that the insane no longer had control of the world.
* Dumbledore and his murder by Severus Snape? Having only a minor, working knowledge of either of them, he has no strong feelings about the matter. Though he is quite curious, of course, as most who didn’t witness the event likely were. He’s especially curious as to how Snape is still allowed to teach at the school.
* Lucius Malfoy's pardon and book publication? Jewllian wasn’t at all surprised by the pardoning, knowing exactly how easily manipulated the law can be. He views the book publication as nothing more than publicity (as it was a rather boring read), but he can’t help feel an attraction to exactly how he had managed to maneuver the pardon, especially given the evidence against him. Unfortunately, the book didn’t particularly mention this.
* The Registry? It is nothing more than an idiotic campaign from a weak government. He has no illusions about his likelihood to be on the registry, if not for his service to the law and the ministry. Though that service might give a few members of the ministry great pleasure in the thought of placing a collar tightly around his neck.
* Werewolf Remus Lupin's job at Hogwarts? An interesting bit of news, to be sure. Though he has no personal prejudice against werewolves he finds it curious, both considering the uproar his last post at the school generated and the ministry's obvious stance against werewolves in general.
* Bellatrix' capture, insanity defense, followed by her "cure" and release from St. Mungo's? Jewllian is quite intrigued by this specifically. He will never deny that such an oversight is nothing more than the ministry aiding in its own destruction, yet he can’t help but be fascinated by the witch. Of course, this fascination only comes with the idea that her quick-tempered insanity and he will never be in the same room.
What plots would you like to pursue with this character? What short and long-term goals does the character have for his/her future? I would really like to see him returning to his career as a barrister (much to his own chagrin) as I’m sure many people will be able to make great use of him. I think it would also be in his future to dip into politics. Perhaps help one of the minister candidates with their campaign? I think those former Death Eaters might be inclined to “persuade” him to take on their cases in their own effort to be removed from the registry given his own inclination towards the dark arts.
I’d also like to see him involved with those who have careers and interests in both potions and herbology (Snape, Neville, and Mrs Weasley to name a few) given his current interest.
Once you start playing the game and get a feel for your fellow players and characters, assuming the interaction is favourable, how long could you anticipate staying with this character and this game? What is your usual pattern of longevity in role-playing games?
I’ve never applied for a game which I don’t believe that I will enjoy, nor one I won’t be able to dedicate myself to. Assuming that I get along with the majority of players, and find a niche for my character, it takes the force of a hurricane to get me to leave it.
What is your usual pattern of availability and play-time for a character and game which you enjoy?
My availability is really rather awkward at times. Currently, my work schedule tends to shift between morning and evening. Such a circumstance can make it a bit unpredictable as to when I’m on. However, this is a passion of mine, even more so when I’m a member of a game I enjoy greatly, so I do seize as many opportunities as possible to be here. With the exception of the occasional busy day and a rare vacation, there will hardly be a day where I don’t dedicate at least a few hours.
Sample Journal Entry:
2nd January 2002
I find, in these coldest months, a state of mind that was lacking in that small house outside Avignon. There is a comfort in the snow, the ice, the death of winter. Even in my proximity to such a bustling town I feel blissfully distant. Secluded. The ice has turned everything into crystal - fragile and shattered under the easiest touch. With the white that blankets everything comes a silence that is fond to my heart.
These dismal months remind me of a home I had long forgotten.
Much to my dismay, and in threat to my own peace, it seems that my lack of an office has not discouraged people’s memory of my former profession. Another man braved the snow and the cold to find his way to my doorstep. He pleaded his case there, in the cold next to the dead flowers. He looked like he belonged. Another “former Death Eater” looking to remove his name from the registry, to remove the tag from his wand. The door was closed with the sentiment that he should be grateful he is not kept by dementors.
I must profess an interest in the nature of the registry - the collars and the tags. The ministry, in every true fashion of a useless government, has sent me in circles every time I sought to look further into the legislation. Frustrating and ever more enticing.
Sample Third Person Writing:
The cobblestone path was ancient. The roughness of the melding of individual stones had been worn to a subtle inconsistency as the path carved its way through the lush green that spread over the Scottish country side. This particular branch of the pathway led to a small cottage tucked safely into the hills. Tradition seeped from the walls of the home-- from each brick that created its exterior. It was, quite simply, charming, and looked no more out of place than the trees that protected the pane glass windows from the midday sun.
It was those traits exactly that attracted Jewllien to the home. In fact, more than anything, he was attracted to the memory of a home that he once longed for as a child. It had been built some centuries ago -the house Jewllien desired- not far from the home his ancestors had built just outside of Salem. His mother thought it a foolish desire to long for something as inconsequential as a house as he did. He was not the only one, though. Jewllien and his sister lusted after a future in that house equally-- she with her fat children, which she never bore, and Jewllien… well his future had always contained much darker images.
The unrequited love for the cottage of his childhood was what drove Jewllien pursue the purchase of this house, though his fortune had grown menial after an exodus from his family. It would also be such a love that drove his young bride -the one for whom he endured such a turbulent exodus- to transform what she could of the home to what Jewllien had once described to her. The driving force behind her dutiful work was the desire to hear him speak of her with such love as a single word the cottage was given.
Hoarsely, the fence squeaked as Jewllien pushed it open. The pace with which he had walked from Hogsmeade with slowed, if such a thing were conceivable, as his eyes drifted to the flowers still blooming in the yard. He hated them. It was his young bride that managed to bewitch them into blooming until the first snow’s fall. He would just as soon as have them destroyed than look at them, but he let them be. The flowers in the yard were one of few things that Jewllien afforded her. Such an impressive gesture of charity would not save them from a menacing look, and the longing for winter, as he passed to the door.
Just to left of the meager entry hall, and past the small study, were the kitchens of the house. Their proximity offered the pungent aroma of herbs to the rooms nearby. In the summers, the herbs gave way to the fragrance of warmed clay and jasmine. It was, quite possibly, Jewllien’s favorite quality of the house. One might know that from the deep intake of the scent as he crossed the threshold every time.
“Jewllien?” A soft voice called from further in the house. “È quello voi?” It was the very voice that greeted him with every opening of the door, as though any other would inquire inside the house.
“Sì, Giada.” He answered blankly as he shrugged his jacket from his shoulders. He crossed the old wooden floors of the study nearly as silently as a shadow in his path to the kitchens. Inside, a kettle waited. He tested it’s warmth by wrapping his long, chilled fingers around it. The warmth felt good to his tired skin. After a few moments, when the threat of further chill was chased from his bones, he removed the kettle from the stove to the single cup resting on the mangled wooden surface of the island just behind him.
“Where were you last night?” Giada asked quietly, appearing in the southern entrance to the kitchen. She rested against the frame of the doorway. She was a small woman, lacking advantage in height, and skinny near to the bone. Dark, nearly black hair reached towards her waist which offered the slightest glance at her olive skin. It was that skin that had once enraptured Jewllien so genuinely.
She was not, however, the girl she once was.
“That is not your concern.” He said bluntly as he set the kettle aside. Letting his tea a moment to steep, he walked towards his wife. Her disposition changed quickly, pausing as a feeling of dread and perhaps hope swept over her. As he drew closer to her, the latter faded quickly. She stood up straight and stepped back as he reached around her.
Without further explanation, he closed the door.
His cup was retrieved before he left the kitchen, taking the long way through the house to the small greenhouse in the back. It had been built onto the house upon their return from France. There was once a time when the office just at the entrance of the house was his favored room, spending all his time amongst the shelves of books. That had shifted in recent years.
“It is my concern, Jewllien!” At the resurgence of her presence, Jewllien offered a marked sigh of frustration. “I am your wife-- dutifully, and I do only as you ask. Still, our bed is cold.”
The delicate china of his cup clattered as he set it roughly on the table amongst his plants. With hastened steps, he closed the distance between them, taking up her arm in a rough grasp. “If you are so concerned with its warmth, warm it yourself!” With that, she was nearly thrown from the doorway in which she stood, the wall opposite the greenhouse the only thing to catch her before she fell. The door before her was closed with a force that made the house itself shudder, and locked upon his will.
Jewllien retrieved his cup, and the plant for which he had hunted for in his path towards his the backmost room of the greenhouse. It was the last of her dismal complaints he would suffer today.