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 Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 9:17 am
Name : Archer Aldridge
Gender : male
Age : 16
Year : sixth
House : Hufflepuff
Ethnicity : Mixed (Italian and Scottish)
Hair/Eye Color : Archer’s hair is a dark brown, nearly black, scattered with lighter hues. His eyes are a bright hazel.
Pet : Great Horned Owl named Chamrosh
Home Life : The Aldridge family resides on a large, resplendent estate in Scotland (and has for centuries, of course), complete with a four story, sprawling mansion and hundreds of acres of land. Despite being given everything he had ever asked for, Archer’s home life was a lonely one that was spent in the company of the many house elves owned by the family as his parents schmoozed their way through high-class society. Callum and Tristessa Aldridge embody the term socialite, attending parties every night to see and be seen. They hardly ever have time for the son they have, therefore they have no other children.
Diving deeper : Archer is a piece of work. He’ll be the first one to admit he’s handsome, smart, and talented. He was born into money, and it shows. His clothing is expensive, his books are always new, and he radiates an air of confidence and splendor…at least on the outside. Arrogant thought he is, Archer is a rather troubled individual. He has always resented his parents for leaving him to be raised by house elves, robbing him of the parental affection for which he so longed. Over the years, his arrogance has become his shield, keeping people far away and personal relationships even farther. Rarely has anyone been able to breach his defenses, but when they do, when they can truly say they know him, the difference is shocking. The arrogance melts away to leave a lonely young man, embittered and hardened. What Archer needs and desires most, though he’d never admit it to himself or to anyone else, is someone to love and care for him just because they want to…not because it is expected of them.
As a child of a wealthy family, Archer was instructed in many areas. He was taught the age-old art of fencing and excels at it. The sport is something he enjoys immensely, coming in second to learning. He has an insatiable drive for knowledge, especially when it pertains to history. The more he can learn, the happier he is and he’ll use any means he can to attain knowledge. Many people consistently question the Sorting Hat’s decision to place him in Hufflepuff, assuming he’d suit Ravenclaw or even Slytherin much better. Archer’s case, however, is one where the Sorting Hat saw something in him that no one else can: the potential to be a person worthy of Helga’s house. All Archer has to do is find it within himself.
Taking a closer look :
“Archer, be a dear and find Libby for me. I don’t know how I’ll ever be ready in time for this party,” a beautiful woman, tall and statuesque, commanded from the doorway.
Archer cringed at the sickeningly sweet voice of his mother, all sugary and entirely fake. Pulling himself off his bed as he angrily slammed his book shut, Archer got up and followed her out the door. ‘Why don’t you find her yourself, you great hag,’ he thought viciously, before shaking his head. He really shouldn’t let his anger get the best of him. She was his mother, after all. His heart tightened in his chest at that last word...mother. In his eyes, he'd never really had a mother. With an enormous sigh and an aching heart, Archer wandered down through the lower levels in search of Libby, their oldest and most loyal house elf. Stumbling upon her in the west wing, Archer conveyed his mother’s request, tugging gently on Libby’s ear with a laugh as the house elf rolled her large, blue eyes.
“Can’t Missus do anything for herself? She is always needing Libby to do such silly things when there is real work to be done, like caring for Master Archer,” the elderly elf grumbled as she went to find Tristessa, knowing full well that she’d never get in trouble for voicing her opinion in front of Archer.
The teen grinned as he made his way back up to his room. Libby, in all her unusually disobedient glory, never failed to put a smile on his face. Flopping indecorously onto his bed, Archer grabbed his book and flipped it open to the page he’d been reading earlier, immersing himself fully in the history text. Now this he could enjoy. After all, this reality didn’t include a lonely boy or a mother and father who didn’t care.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 9:31 am
You have been Accepted
to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
So much, so much, can happen with this character! The possibilities
for where you take him are abundant and I'm terribly interested in where
exactly that will be. I've just got to quote my favorite part of the entire profile:
"Archer is a piece of work." That single, simple sentence says so much
right off the bat. Well, as you can tell, I'm excited for you do begin! So
without further rambling or delays....GET TO POSTING! <3
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