Zeke Maxwell

[ZEKE ANTHONY MAXWELL]

Zeke Anthony Maxwell ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Zeke Maxwell
( NICKNAMES ) : None.
( SEX ) : male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pure-Blood
( AGE & DOB ) : 17; November 2nd
( YEAR ) : 6th year
( HOUSE ) : Slytherin
( AFFILIATION ) : Neutral
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( WAND ) : 12 inches, Ebony, Dragon-heart string

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) : Quidditch, Transfiguration, Competition, Wizard Chess, Power
( DISLIKES ) : Gryffindor, Potions, Arthimacy, Losing, his Grandparents
( STRENGTHS ) : Transfiguration, Charming, Very Strategic
( WEAKNESSES ) : Potions, a little too competitive, short temper
( AMORTENTIA) : I’m not sure what to put here… so four smells are: Bacon, Aussie Shampoo, New Car Scent and Vanilla
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Being Alone
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : Receiving his Hogwarts letter and having his Father tell him that he’s proud of him
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Being tied up and left in a bathroom for a week as a first year.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : To be the minister of magic
( PERSONALITY ) : Zeke is a very talent young-wizard, the only problem is that he already knows that. Zeke worked incredibly hard his first four years and was studying beyond most fifth years as a fourth year student when he realized how much talent he had. Zeke began to slack off and stop caring, while he still only receives O’s in all of his class, except for potions, the professors are annoyed by his lack of effort, but that does not affect Zeke in the slightest.

Zeke comes from a pure-blood family and his parents are very concerned about keeping it that way, and have instilled an arrogance in Zeke. While he has no issue with half-bloods, however he does not like full-muggles. Zeke knows how to charm people into doing what he wants with a smile and a wink and jokes with his friends that his smile is more effective than any imperius curse.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : Zeke obesses over his hair, and tends to make sure it is perfect. It is a redish brown, and is a little longer than finger length.
( EYES ) : Zeke has deep auburn eyes that he loves to use to stare into people, but they show his true feelings more than he would like
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : See play by
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Zeke is 6’0 even and weighs about 190-200lbs. He is kind of lean and lanky but very muscular underneath it, he just does not have big muscles.
( ATTIRE ) : Zeke tends to wear dress clothes, button up shirts and ties but is not a huge fan of suit jackets, and almost always has his sleeves rolled part way up his forearms
( PLAY-BY ) : Robert Pattinson

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) : Anthony Maxwell, 45, Works for the Gringots Bank
Michelle Maxwell, 37, House wife
( SIBLINGS ) : Only Child
( OTHERS ) : None.
( HISTORY ) : Zeke was born into a well-established family, meaning they were filthy rich. His Father however, has never made it a secret that he did no want children, and only had Zeke to make his mother happy. Zeke showed magically ability at a very young age and it was no surprise that he would be getting various offers from wizarding schools. His Father always said that if Zeke didn‘t get into Hogwarts that he would disown him. The day Zeke‘s hogwart‘s letter came was and still is, the greatest day of Zeke‘s life. It was the only time his Father has ever told him he was proud of Zeke.

When Zeke arrived at school he studied as hard as he could, but was labeled a nerd for doing so and as a first year was notoriously the target of several pranks, the worst being when he was magically bound in a bathroom and left there. It was several days before he was found. Zeke decided in his fourth year that he was going to focus on making friends more than studying, and slowly started to become one of the more popular students, but he really became popular during the start of his fifth year when he hit puberty. Zeke, for lack of a better term, became a man, his complexion cleared up and he became attractive, and he knows it. Zeke has learned how to use his smile and charms to get what he wants from people now and considers himself to be able to manipulate anyone into anything that he wants.

During the war last year, Zeke had sided with Snape and the Carrows, which he was now regretting because he had made some enemies in the process. Zeke was willing to try to grit it out, he still in heis heart believed that Lord Voldemort had been fighting for Wizarding rights, but he was now simply questioning his tactics. Zeke has slowly started polishing up on his muggle history, studying the dictators that were able to rise to power through politics as opposed to military force.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : Robbie
( AGE ) : 23
( EXPERIENCE ) : too long
( CONTACT INFO ) : just pm me
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : I was lead here by a veela
( CODE WORD ) :Alohomora (sorry if I mis-spelled it)
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

Bradley flashed her a smile as he watched her eyes twinkle, she was just as excited as he was; she could try to lie and cover that up but he knew better, her body was giving her away. Bradley debated calling her out on it, but decided that now was not the time. As she handed him an ink-less quill he noticed that she was once again fighting back a smile, he simply snickered to himself and shook his head as he looked down at the napkin, jotting down his address “You know… you are allowed to be excited about this. I won’t hold it against you.” Bradley finished and left a small winking smiley face. He slid the napkin and the quill back over to Septima and gave her a slightly arrogant smile

Bradley smiled and just simply shook his head, “Yes, you are a terrible liar and let me prove it to you.” Bradley smirked because he knew that he had caught her, “You’re first class is at Seven AM sharp, which means you START at seven am, so in other words, if you arrive at seven, you’re late. Am I correct? Bradley inclined his head, the question was rhetorical of course, but he figured the brief pause was a nice touch for dramatic effect. “Therefore a student must arrive at Six-Fifty to be prepared for the start of class, which means you would need to be there by six-forty. But, that would be cutting it too close for you. You like to be early to everything. So you would arrive no-later-than six-thirty. You’re chambers, as you’ve stated before, are precisely twelve minutes from your classroom, which would mean you would have to leave at Six-oh-eight. Let’s go light on the amount of time it takes you to get ready and say it only takes you thirty minutes from the time you wake up until you leave for your class. That means you would wake up at Five-thirty-eight.” Bradley stopped to breathe for a second, he was building to his point, although he probably had Septima wondering if he wasn’t stalking her by this point. “My detention that night was supposed to be three hours, from Six until Nine. We cut it short half-way through. However, you had originally planned on me being there until Nine o’clock. Which meant, I would have been allowed to leave at Nine. You would have then stayed and cleaned your classroom, because you absolutely cannot stand for your classroom to not be tidy. Therefore, you would have stayed until Nine-Ten, to clean. So let’s say you left exactly at Nine-ten to go meet Professor Kettleburn for your ‘Date’” Bradley made air quotes with his fingers, his smile growing larger by the word, he knew he had Septima trapped in a lie, and what was even better, he was going to be able to use Numbers and Math to prove his point. “You wouldn’t have your date at Hogwarts, you would find it vastly inappropriate for the students to see two professors having a romantic dinner. So you would likely come here to Hogsmeade; Which is precisely twenty-two minutes from the gates of Hogwarts, which are twelve minutes away from your classroom, giving you a one-way trip of thirty-four minutes. Putting you in Hogsmeade at Nine-Forty-Four.” Bradley smirked once again, “Seeing that there is a lack of restaurants to choose from here in Hogsmeade you would inevitably eat here. An additional six minutes away. Which would put you here at Nine-Fifty. Which conveniently gives you you’re ten minute buffer that you require.” Bradley smirked one last time as he picked up a piece of asparagus and bit the head off of it, chewing it thoroughly before swallowing it. He had built up to this, and he was sure she was trying to anticipate why he was explaining all of this in such great detail. Detail that would be second only to…well… her. Bradley smiled and took a slight breath before reaching his grand finale, “So your date, that you claim to have gone on, would have been set to start at ten. However, after being forced through three years of Professor Kettleburn’s care of magical creatures class, I can assure you with one-hundred percent certainty that he did NOT arrive at ten, but at ten after ten. The three broomsticks would however be virtually empty being as the students are only allowed here during the day. So your food would have arrived quickly, but your dinner still would have lasted at least an hour, because to leave immediately after you ate would be considered rude and even with his ill-manners of being late, you would never permit yourself to be rude, so if you left after one hour, you would not be leaving until Ten after eleven. You would then still have another forty-minute trip back to Hogwarts, however, this time you would have Professor Kettleburn with you, because he would insist on you not walking alone. He is a much slower walker, and would slow his pace even more to try to lengthen the amount of time he spent with you. So let’s say that your pace forced him to go a little faster than he wanted, he would have still slowed you done at least an addition ten minutes. Putting you back at your classroom at Twelve, midnight. You would then have to tell him good night which, even if you were brief and short with him would take an additional five minutes. Add to that your additional twenty two minute walk that you would have to your chambers, you would have arrived back at Twelve-Twenty Seven. You would then have to get yourself ready for bed, let’s low-ball that estimate at ten minutes? That means you would be ready for bed at Twelve-Thirty-Seven. Which, even if you fell asleep the moment your head laid on your pillow you would only be getting Five hours and one minute of sleep.” Bradley smirked, “You feel that your job is the most important thing in your life, you would not compromise a class by being tired due to lack of sleep. ESPECIALLY, not your hardest class, which is, of course the one that you most look forward to.” Bradley smirked, his logic was infallible and he knew it. “So in conclusion, I know you didn’t do that because you would have mapped out the numbers in your head, just as I did. You would have realized that mathematically it was illogical and you would have deferred to another day, if you would actually reschedule with him at all.” Bradley took another bite of his asparagus before adding, “And furthermore, you wouldn’t have gone on the date because Professor Kettleburn is a tool.”

Bradley tried to suppress a laugh, “I’m so sorry, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just… well, You realize that you just said you enjoy the things that muggle parents punish their kids with? Snow shoveling and cleaning?” He shook his head slightly, “I guess it’s just a different lifestyle growing up in a wizarding family. To you, it’s interesting and fun to do things by hand, whereas to us, we dream about being able to have the power to just flick a magic wand and have it done instantly.” Bradley continued to process, “My grandfather collected stamps, if I remember correctly he had quite the collection.” Bradley smirked and waited for her response, he wasn’t about to let her off the hook and her look reminded him of the muggle phrase ‘Deer caught in a headlight’ her eyes were wide and she was stuttering, “Because you…” He waited patiently, trying to see if she could figure out a clever response to get herself out of this trap.

Bradley kept taking glances down to their hands, almost as if he was trying to make sure her hand was still there. Bradley had dreamt about holding her hand, but even his most vivid dream hadn’t felt like this. The warmth of her skin seemed to radiate as he brushed his thumb against the smooth contours of her knuckles, Bradley felt like he was holding a live outlet and could almost sense little bits of electrical current running through his body coming from her hand. Bradley tried to focus hard on her words, and as she mentioned a one-on-one scrimmage with Bellatrix he felt himself snap out of his trance. ”Good Merlin, No.” Bradley said a little too quickly before he recollected himself, “My entire reasoning behind recruiting her is so that I don’t have to play against her…ever again. I still have nightmares about that woman.” It was true, Bradley was still terrified of Bellatrix’s killer right arm and the thought of being the only available target with none of her teammates to weave in and out of… Bradley shuttered at the thought. “There are models that would swear allegiance to you-know-who for your face. Have you seen how perfect your check bones are?” Bradley flashed a quick wink and then gave her a warm smile as she told him to call her Sept. “Ok, then Sept it is… You, of course, can call me whatever you wish.”

Bradley kept the distance close, but still allowed her to back up slowly, giving her enough space to feel comfortable. “One night can also be worth all the risk in the world. With no risk comes no reward Sept.” Bradley lightly reached up and delicately ran the back of his middle finger across her cheek. “One night can change a person for the good just as much as for the bad. But sometimes, One Night, is all that you need to permit yourself to find out who you truly are and always have been.” Bradley’s voice was soft, not much above a hushed-whisper, as he kept his eyes trained squarely on hers, letting the seriousness of the moment take over.

He was stunned. There was no other way to explain it as she shoved away from him, she had slapped him hard across the face, he reached up and put his own hand over his wounded cheek. He gave her a look of a whipped puppy, he hadn’t quite figured out why she had slapped him yet, he was still in a state of shock. “I… I…” Bradley stopped, closed his mouth and stared at her, physically he was ok, but emotionally… he was damaged. He had never seen Septima act so violently before, he was shocked and surprised all at once; “I’m sorry… I…” words were still not coming to him as he tried to figure out what had just happened. First, she was kissing him and then suddenly she was slapping him. Bradley listened to her words still in a complete state of shock before he finally put together a string of words that might be appropriate, “Professor Vector, THIS he made the same gesture between the two of them, “Is only what you want it to be. I have not forced myself on you… if I remember correctly, which I may not after the brain trauma I just experienced, it was you that had just kissed me was it not?” Bradley gave her a questioning look as he lowered his hand from his cheek, it was read and swollen with small lines of blood coming up to the skin around where her fingers had made contact. Bradley took a breath and then stepped closer to Septima, he placed his hands on either side of her cheeks looking at her softly, his emotional bruising showing even more in his eyes as he stared into hers, “Septima, I’m not him. I’m not going to do what he did to you. You can trust me… I’m still the Bradley Parker that you knew. The fiercely Loyal Gryffindor that would die before he betrayed his loyalties. You don’t have to fight me off… you simply have to tell me to leave…Just tell me to go and I’ll walk away from you forever without question.” Bradley’s eyes never left hers.

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