Atticus Arnold Ramsey

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HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Student Record

RAMSEY, Atticus Arnold

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Atticus Archer Ramsey
NICKNAMES: Atticus, Atti
DATE OF BIRTH: July 17th, 1974
HOMETOWN: Kent, England
HEIGHT: 6'
HAIR: Blonde, lengthy tresses
EYES: A soft, hazy blue
BLOOD: Muggleborn
HOUSE: Gryffindor, 5th year

APPEARANCE

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Atticus is a lanky youth with limbs that are far too long. His features are sharp and angular yet handsome in an almost classic manner, as if he exudes a farm boy persona. He is tall, though not overly so, only towering over most of the population and luckily not all of it. He remains hunched often, as if he is trying to fold in on himself. He has a soft set of blonde tresses which are sliced just below his ear lobes. It often is slicked back, but not pressed to his scalp, merely parted and pushed backward. It never stays back, however, preferring to leak into his eyes. He has a soft expression on his narrow countenance, a set of soft blue irises, not piercing but almost suffocatingly warm.
PERSONAL STYLE: He prefers to keep it simple, a set of white and black shirts. He enjoys jeans and since he grew up on a farm, he has little exposure to any fashion. On occasion, he likes to don a blazer or corduroy jacket. He isn't renown for his fashion expertise.

PERSONALITY

LIKES: charms class, english football, quidditch, pasta, food, white cotton shirts, cracker jacks, R.E.M., Pink Floyd, Billy Joel, Queen, Aerosmith, David Bowie, Eagles, Duran Duran, Daryl Hall & John Oates, literature, the newspaper, milk with his tea, wool sweaters, running, exercising, eating, joking around, drinking, tai kwan do, yoga, the city, Hogwarts, cooking
DISLIKES: green jellybeans, bertie bott's beans, tabloids, turtles, cabbage, argyle, satin fabric, vodka, cheap liquor, missing a morning run, abba, iced tea, black curtains, writing letters, not having access to a type writer, ink, having to wear reading glasses, the country, going home, burnt food
DEMENTOR:
'Marie! Marie! Hold on!' He yelped as the water splashed against the bare back of his neck. Yet the young woman kept on trotting forward, her feet skidding over the slick ice. Her polished oxfords scrapped violently against the grimy frost, her arms clasped tightly about her as if she were cradling a child. The young Atticus faltered, from behind his elder sister. The tall girl was abandoning him, leaving him behind. She refused to yield. her form was slumped slightly as if she had been bitten. Had she been bitten? Nipped so violently in the stomach.
That is where the blood was bursting from, the trail of blood splattering against the snow, searing into the ice. It steamed and he stared, attempting to comprehend the liquid. Hot, crimson... padding against the ice... water glistened but so did the red, all the red. He stared downward at the thin line of blood, etching through the ice. Yet as she fell forward, he barely heard the thud of her frame, making a solid contact with the frost.
He merely gazed at the hot blood, wondering if it was liquid ruby, like those on his mother's necklace.
BOGGART: He is terrified of who he might become, disappointing those around him. (he avoids pregnant women)
PATRONUS:
"Sugar... that is all you need." She chided softly as he frowned. Older, wiser and developing; these were the adjective her friends had once used for Atticus. Now they still lingered, though she had left. Cooking was not a talent of his, his large fingers to clumsy, to bumbling. He didn't bother to glance at measurements but the young women flitted about him, whirling about the kitchen. The space glowed, contrasting the bitter and dim blue lighting of snow revealed by the window.
"Gosh, I like that Val Kilmer. So, so cute!" Sherry, a red head giggled, softly. Atticus shrugged, nodding, but thought for a moment. He had an alright face, he supposed. He had never really applied a thought to it.
"No!" Lilian shrieked, her blonde curls tossling about her cheap plastic nails. She smirked with that bright red lip stick as the old farm house creaked underneath clear light up heels. "Emilio fucking Estevez!"
He flushed for a moment, blinking and then shrugging once more, "Yeah.. uh... Pinkie Hawn, I guess."
ERISED: To just be as athletic as possible, and complete his schooling with honors
GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
A quiet young man, Atticus is reserved, terribly sweet but certainly not naive. In fact, Atticus is perfectly skilled in debate and when he is called to do so, will move to defend the rights of others. He has been known to be diplomatic, preferring to make sure all events, games and even discussions are fair. He is not terribly outspoken but when he does speak, he speaks with a purpose, making interesting observations and asking only the important questions. A sense of justice is deeply instilled with him and sometimes, he has intense moral conflicts with his own inner desires and what he believes is right and wrong.

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

PARENTS: Atticus Merriweather Ramsey - 58 - Retired Military Colonel
Addison Maripink Ramsey - 62 - Pastry Chef
SIBLINGS:
Marie Melanie Ramsey - Formerly 16 - Deceased
Margaret Marissa Ramsey - 14 - Hufflepuff Student
OTHER FAMILY:
Addison 'Nanny Addi' Thomas - 83
BIOGRAPHY:
Atticus Ramsey Sr. certainly did not care for the rebellious nature of his peers. He refused to engage with those his own age, even in finishing school and eventually military training. He remained terribly quiet, devoutly religious and inquisitive in nature. Little did he know that Addison Thomas had a wicked crush on him.
Addison had inhabited the same small english suburb as him, in their youth. Atticus had not been a social child, preferring instead to eat off of the fine apricot tree in his backyard than mingle with the other children. The two had not been terribly close, nor even associated but as they grew, Addison's affections began to rest on the quiet conservative lad.

Even when Atticus had sauntered back into her life, opening the door to her pastry shop as a young man of twenty-four, she was still obviously smitten. The two sparked a fire with their quiet observations and soft conversations. They were both reserved and refused to speak of unnecessary problems. Swayed by the copper buttons of his military uniform, she agreed to a church wedding. The two remained happily married through the birth of their first child Marie, a beautiful brunette girl who adored pigtails.
Marie had a spark, a vivaciousness that neither of her parents could trace back to them. The young girl was bold and curious and wild, and most importantly, opposite to what her parents expected.

Atticus was more manageable, though certainly just as equally loved as Marie. He was soft-spoken, did as always as he was told and followed his elder sister around religiously, despite their large age gap of eight years. Though Marie was wild, she never found her brother to be a burden and allow him to follow her about.
Atticus never charmed as she did but earned admiration for his boyish looks and sweet face. He merely wanted to do as Marie did.

Yet there were issues in Marie's life that he would not understand. For instance, as to why she gained so much weight in her seventeenth year, as to why her parents suddenly shunned her presence from the dinner table. As to why she could never have her 'friend' Charles over anymore, as to why her stomach swelled, Atticus was painfully ignorant to. Until a day in which she decided to take him to the park.
It had been a frost bitten day and Marie had tucked 'Atti-kins' in layers. She had tugged along the eight year old boy, her stomach bulging yet firm and even allowed him to run a hand over her clothed torso. He was amazed, even more amazed when she began to leak, the blood trailing down her legs. So amazed that all he could do was stare, shocked as she spasmed upon the icy lake. She had lead them out for a stroll, where no could see her obvious pregnancy, where no one could hear her cries.

Atticus had stood wide-eyed until Marie had stopped moving, stopped crying out in pain. The swell of her chest had stopped and he had stared at the bulge, which still remained swelled. this surprised the boy, considering majority of his sister's inwards were sprawled out over the snow. They had located him a matter of hours later, still in the same position, staring at the now cold and lifeless form of a sister.
It was only weeks later, when he realized what had occurred and actually processed the thought. The guilt he felt was immeasurable and he never allowed himself to forget as to how he had idly stood in shock as his sister bled out. The doctors claimed that to die during birth was a rarity and her hemorrhage was unavoidable and just so happened to coincide with her labor. Yet he still couldn't forget.

Three years later, after immense therapy, Atticus received a letter, delivered by owl. His parents were perplexed by the presence of the creature in their home as Atticus ripped open the contents of the envelope. He still recalls the lovely swirl of the handwriting, and the formal cursive. It was off to Hogwarts for the young lad!

OOC INFORMATION

NAME/ALIAS: KT
ROLE PLAY EXPERIENCE: 7 years
REFERRED BY: Julia Connelly
OTHER CHARACTERS: None thus far
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