izarding
izarding
Realm
Realm
It's summertime in Scotland; the weather has begun to clear, and the flowers are in full bloom! Now is a time for bonfires, stargazing and long nights spent with friends and family! Welcome to Wizarding Realm- an AU Harry Potter role play set in current day hogwarts!
WR
 
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll

 Wolfgang Quernmore, 01.08.2018.
Leo Benjamin · 16 · 6 · · Single · 178 cm (5'10")
Ravenclaw
Offline
3043
9
Awards:
Awards: None
Aug 1 2018, 10:30 AM   Link Quote
Name: Wolfgang Quernmore
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Bloodline: Half-blood
Do you have more than one character? If yes, did you get permission to make this one, and from which admin?: I deleted Jonathan, and Stells confirmed that my previous request is still eligible.


Appearance:
Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin riddled with faint brown freckles on his cheeks. Strong, triangle shaped jaw with a narrow chin. His nose is straight, with a rounded triangle shape at the end. Strong eyebrows. Wide forehead, covered by his hair.


Personality:

In Latvian, there are two words that are very close to eachother - ziņkārīgs and zinātkārs - where one means eager to know, and the other - eager to learn. Most people don't know the difference, and when it comes to Wolfgang - his own personality doesn't know either. Half of the time his nose is in a book, the other half - in other people's business. He likes to pry into other people's privacy, he wants to know - with no malicious intent. He just really, really likes to know. He wants to know what makes the world go 'round in more ways than one.

Perhaps a sign of immaturity - or maybe, just maybe, hidden genius, nobody can tell. But he will gladly share the previously mentioned language fact while balancing about three different sized dictionaries that he'll never open a second time, because there will be something else occupying his brain.
Akin to a crow that needs to gather the shiny thing it sees, he collects random facts and knowledge.

As the second of three sons, he didn't have the need to be serious and stuffy like his older brother Ludvig, and he didn't develop inferiority complex like his younger brother Johan, he was left to his own devices, which helped him become independent. His grandparent's houses held curious boxes, and his parents nighttime conversations held alluring secrets. He learned to not be direct about his inquries, looping in circles around the subject matter and sneaking out of bed to listen about how his cousin Agatha sold a singing teapot to an unsuspecting muggle on last Thursday.

When he doesn't spend his time sticking his husky-like nose in other people's business or the library's forbidden section, he reads muggle fantasy books. He absolutely loves fantasy, and even more so when it's his own life. In summer he spends a lot of time on the internet, writing little stories. His internet friends praise his thought out descriptions, and he laughs to himself, because he knows it's all real. But they will never know, and that's the beauty of the game.

Speaking of friends, he thinks he has many. But as it is often said - a friend to many is a friend to no one. Wolfgang doesn't know that either as he has never experienced serious betrayal and feelings of loneliness are something alien. He'll start a conversation with just about anyone he finds mildly interesting. Gregarious, in one word.

There aren't a lot of things he could say that he straight-up hates, but killjoys are right on top of the list. He doesn't like being around stuffy, brooding people. Not only because they ruin the fun, but because they are notoriously hard to get information out of.

At the extreme event of when getting information would be absolutely necessary for whatever goal he had, he would be capable of not only honeyed words, but blackmail too. He has never had the need, but you can never know what the future will bring.

As much as a gossiper as he is, he also loves to hoard knowledge of the other kind. Books, ancient tomes, theoretical skills, useless facts that he will never need... Yet in his constant pursue of information, his academic work falls behind, and, sooner than you can say "Et ipsa scientia potestas est", he finds himself pulling an allnighter in the common room to catch up with a month's load of homework. Not always successfully.

In the future he would love to be a high ranking member of the Department of Mysteries, but a wizard reporter's carrier seems much more likely.



Character Background:

Wolfgang Albert Quernmore was born on a cloudy spring's day 16 years ago, and from the very beggining of his life was just like the playful breeze that had tangled his father into the Quernmore residence's living room blinds as he ran to see his wife after the birth. He was the second of three sons to Alfred Quernmore, a pureblood wizard of a minor wizarding family in the Lancaster area and Diane Malton, a muggle-born witch. He's three years younger than his brother Ludvig and two years older than Johan.

As old wizard families go, they were slightly odd. Just very slightly. His grandfather claimed that they had descended from a branch of a great wizard family in south Germany and insisted that his descendants be given German names that to everyone else felt some 50 years too old, but whenever Wolfgang would try to get his grandfather to at least tell him the last name of this "oh-so-great" family, the old man told him to play with his toys.

His grandfather died when he was five. His brothers grieved and did it outwardly, but Wolfgang never expressed such feelings. They were repressed in his little mind, hidden behind colorful fairy tales, coloring books and the old magazines he found in grandfather's things when they were carried out of the house. His parents were concerned about his absolute ignorance of the event, but time passed and everyone stopped caring about such trivial things.

His mother, Diane, refused to let go of her muggle lifestyle even after all the years she'd lived as a witch. A ravenclaw in her time, she insisted, that her children had to know not only the wizard world of their father, but the muggle of her's. For his 12th birthday, Wolfgang recieved a laptop of his own, after whining that his older brother had had one for several years and that he never even used it. He wasn't wrong - Ludvig expressed little interest in the muggle world. Johan though, was a squib, who was destined to spend his days as a muggle.

His father worked as a curse breaker, and spent most of his time educating his older brother, so they never really developed a strong bond. He didn't resent his father, not at all, rather he accepted that this is how things were. On the other hand, his mother, who worked at home, spending hours sealed up in her alchemy research laboratory, ended up spending much more time with her poor little Johan. Wolfgang had no other choice than to spend time on his own, quenching his thirst for information any way he could. Which might have involved breaking into his mother's safe at least once. To read research scrolls, of course!

This habit of his, sneaking and breaking in, persisted in Hogwarts. In his fourth year, he had to spend most of the year helping to clean the library after being caught in the Forbidden section. Three times in a row. From that day forward he started planning his trips to there much more carefully, and does it only once a year. So far, so good. As he grew older, he realized, that his time at Hogwarts was quickly coming to an end, but there were still so many things he hadn't discovered. Hell, he hadn't even sneaked into a common room of a different house! Hogwarts was full of wonderful secrets and he'd be damned if he didn't uncover at least a part of them while it offered its roof to him. Only time will tell how successful he will be, but it's never smooth sailing for the mischievous.



The Sorting Hat is placed on your head. What are you thinking at that moment?:
He was absolutely delighted when he recieved his letter. Hogwarts! The biggest treasure chest he could ever find!
"Oh, wow!" he thought, his eyebrows arching up and eyes full of wonder. "I wonder how come a hat can talk!" He wondered if there was anyone who could answer his question, was it his parents, a teacher, or the ancient stone walls that would be his home for the next 7 years.


Special Request (available at Novice**) (Do NOT request to be placed in a specific house in this section. House requests in this section will NOT be honored.) n/a

OOC Name: Leo Benjamin
Your Pronouns: he
How did you find out about Wizarding Realm? Lemme google that for you

--------------------
user posted image
Leo Benjamin · 16 · 6 · · Single · 178 cm (5'10")
Ravenclaw
Offline
3043
9
Awards:
Awards: None
Aug 2 2018, 11:26 AM   Link Quote
Name: Wolfgang Quernmore
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Bloodline: Half-blood

Appearance:

At first, people see a taut young man with dark hair, darker eyes, pale skin in contrast, and a charming smile to finish the look. Standing at 178 cm, that is, 5 foot 10, he's well built for his age, exercise in the Quidditch pitch and beyond keeping his body in check. His back is straight, chin is up and eyes sparkle with curiosity. He walks at a quick pace, his movements elegant and firm. His smile is wide, but not obtrusive as if it was a silent invitation - "Come, let's talk, if you'd like to!". Always dressed in blazers and button-up shirts, preferring muggle clothing, Wolfgang looks like he wouldn't be amiss in a high society party in the non-wizarding world. He knows this and is proud of it, and it is his main tool whenever he gets bored and wants to have some fun of the earthly kind.

In addition to dressing smart, he also likes to wear cologne. None of the “dark, mysterious and manly” perfumes that are described by words that only the Herbology professor would know the meaning of. He prefers a light perfume that smells of oranges. Even his laundry detergent smells of oranges, but it is never, ever overwhelming. He has no desire to smell like a livingroom on Christmas eve.

His face reminds some of a raven, some of a fox, and yet others - of a German Shepherd. He saw nothing of the sort, but it wasn't for him to decide. Either way he would have liked it much more if someone had decided to call him "statuesque".

Wolfgang cares about his appearance. His dark brown hair is soft, tended to with the best shampoo he can afford, washed daily. The only oil that ever gleams on his hair is his hair gel, and then only on days when he adds more than necessary for one reason or another. He prefers to keep it long enough for it to be able to be swept over and parted at the side, unless it's the day of a Quidditch match. It is his little ritual - cutting his hair short the night before and in the morning spiking in up with that same gel. It would grow back overnight - he is a wizard, after all.

The next thing that catches people’s attention are his eyes. A warm dark brown with a shade of red to it, most accurately compared to a dark amber. They're almond shaped, not too big nor small, albeit with a tendency to squint. Nature hadn't gifted him with very dark eyelashes, but had made it up with his eyebrows. His are as dark as his hair, straight, giving his warm gaze an alluring quality.

Nestled comfortably in between his eyes is his long and narrow nose, with a rounded triangle for the tip. From a distance it looked chiseled, but upon closer inspection a slight curve to the right (or left, if you were him) is noticeable. And if you got uncomfortably close, you'd see that his nose is peppered with faint pockmarks. That's the one thing he doesn’t like about himself, but magical diseases left marks that were hard to get rid of. And not like people care very much for his nose anyways.

His lips - narrow and on the thin side, a muted shade of pink that fits nicely with his pale skin, though often they have small indents from biting and in winter the corners would get painfully chapped, since he has an unconscious habit to lick them.

All of this is framed by a strong, wide jawline, shaped as a triangle with a rounded end, as if it was mimicking his nose on a larger scale. Above it, a wide forehead that's usually on full display underneath the waves of his hair and a small, dark brown freckle on his right cheek, aligned with both the middle of his eye and his nose. It's very rare that Wolfgang would sport a beard - he is just 16 and he's a couple years away from being able to sport a full blown beard. And nobody likes those terrible moustaches, right?

One last bit to remark about him is his voice. If he could sing, he would be a baritone. He knows how to control his voice, but usually it has a pleasant tone, one any manager in client service would love to have for an employee. Yet sometimes every word can sound like it’s covered in honey, and too much of a good thing can be bad.

He’s a native English speaker, but, since his father and grandfather had a strong German accent, it has slipped into his own speech just a little bit. It’s the little things that don’t happen often, a “w” turning into a “v”, “th” to “z” and some diphthongs turning into simple vowels and syllables stressed the wrong way.


To Be Continued

--------------------
user posted image
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

Topic Options
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll


 


 



ADMIN MOD