veni. vidi. amavi.

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THIS SECTION: BLOOD

full name ;; lorcan carlisle d'eath

age ;; 22

house ;; ravenclaw

boggart ;; as the boggart spills onto the floor in front of lorcan, he watches at it morphs... into himself. an almost identical reflection of lorcan, but this time - with blood dripping down his chin onto his shirt, having finally become the monster people tended to call him behind his back.

patronus ;; his patronus is a centaur: Half horse, half human, the centaur Patronus represents a harmonious merging of dual aspects.

favorite spell ;; Levicorpus (he thinks the results are funny) & Erecto (he thinks the name is funny)

amortentia ;; freshly baked peanut butter cookies, magnolias, and blood.

wand ;;  —- wood ; hornbeam | Hornbeam selected for its life mate the talented witch or wizard with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession - more kindly - vision, which would almost always be realised. Hornbeam wands adapted more quickly than almost any other to their owner's style of magic and would become so personalised, so quickly, that other people would find them extremely difficult to use even for the most simple of spells. Hornbeam wands likewise absorbed their owner's code of honour, whatever that might be, and would refuse to perform acts - whether for good or ill - that did not tally with their master's principles. A particularly fine-tuned and sentient wand. —- core ; Thestral hair | It was regarded as an unstable, if not the most difficult, substance to use in wand-making, though Veela hair was also described as such, but had been successfully utilised.[1] It was potent, but a tricky core to master; only a witch or wizard who was capable of accepting death could do so.[2] —- length ; 8 inches

playlist ;; [ HERE ]

pinboard ;; [ HERE ]

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THIS SECTION: Parental Abandonment / Discrimination

Lorcan was a mistake, no amount of people who told him otherwise would change his mind. And sure, the first response to hearing someone saying that is - no, what are you talking about? of course you weren't! - except, he was. But he didn't care. He was loved, and he was happy. Whether he was supposed to have been born or not was of no concern to him. It was, however, of great concern to his mother. Lorcan's father was forced to finally admit to the woman that he wasn't the human 'Muggle' she'd thought him to be. Guilt had eaten Carlisle alive every time he'd allowed the lie to carry on, but he had loved the woman more than anything, and the pain of losing her outweighed the guilt of lying to her.

A complicated delivery, however, forced him to come clean in the throes of labor, and the woman who'd had his heart for ages was gone. She fled mere moments after handing their son over to Carlisle, promptly stating that she couldn't possibly care for anything, or anyone, that descended from "such monsters". Worse yet was the knowledge that she had brought 'something like that into the world'.

So it was up to his father. His father who had to hunt while Lorcan slept to keep himself and the baby healthy. His father who was not a monster, not even slightly. How could anyone call him such things when he held Lorcan at night as the child cried in hunger that he couldn't allow himself to quench? It was torture for the man, hearing his son crave that which sustained him, but he was mortal enough to survive on human food. Carlisle was strict with himself - he would raise Lorcan to be as human as possible. To eat like humans ate, to dress as humans dressed, and to fit in so no one could ever look at him with the disgust in their eyes that matched that of the woman he had once loved. 

He did well, Lorcan grew up smoothly, aware of what he was but never ashamed of it, likely only because his father felt it was nothing to be ashamed of. To Lorcan, Carlisle was his everything - what could he do but believe the man when he promised him that he was perfect the way he was.

On November 11th, his birthday, a letter arrived for him, delivered by owl. Things started making sense. Like how the guitar sometimes played music even when it hung on the walls, or how the drawers opened when Carlisle needed a knife. Having lived on the outskirts of the Wizarding World, his father knew what it had meant - knew of Lorcan's mother and her powers. The disgust in her eyes, however, had left him wondering if his lineage had ruined any chance their son had of becoming a Wizard.

So imagine his pride when his little boy went off to the school of all schools. The absolutely happiness that flowed through Carlisle's empty veins when he received word that Lorcan had gotten into Ravenclaw. "That's the smart house," he had written.

As tensions grew in the Wizarding World, so did the concern his father held for his son. However Lorcan is older now, mature enough to understand how people like the purists viewed people like he and his father. As monsters, as people who matched the idea in his mother's head. But he was no monster. He didn't descend from evil beings. He was a son, a musician, an absolute fucking rockstar. Nothing would change the way he viewed himself.

After all, the monsters were those who labeled people as such based on their Muggle clothing or their sharp teeth. People were so much more than their labels.

O N E ;; The first time he produced a Patronus charm he couldn't help but find the irony in it being a centaur. He, after all, was a half breed so perhaps it was only fitting that his Patronus be one as well, especially considering the pride he felt in his lineage. 

T W O ;; On the subject of Patronus charms, he produces one by thinking of the first time he held a guitar in his hands. He strummed it, and even though it sounded like absolute shit, it practically shook something inside of him. He knew then that he wanted that. He wanted the sting of his fingers along the wires and the vibrations of the music in his veins. He signed up for lessons the next day.

T H R E E ;; Lorcan procrastinates (he really procrastinates), but he does very well in classes. His intelligence isn't doubted, simply his methods of staying up until 3 in the morning to finish papers. 

F O U R ;; He doesn't sleep, not well anyway. He makes jokes that it's because of "his dad's side" when in reality it is a case of insomnia - possibly brought on by all the late nights or his fascination with the evening or the fact that he was simply born to enjoy nighttime. No matter what, he's simply thankful that he doesn't feel the exhaustion that others with that condition have. 

F I V E ;; He didn't get into the music for the girls (or boys), but it definitely helped. He has endless ballads written in his song book, most of which are easy to switch names out for whatever person he is singing to.

S I X ;; His blood status was revealed by a former friend who had grown bitter after Lorcan 'stole' the attention of a girl they'd been interested in. Lorcan swears he had no idea about the crush (he really didn't), but holds no a little ill will towards the ex-friend. After a few growing pains - including fake blood being spattered across his door - he leaned into the mystique of it all. Playing into that personality with puns and self-effacing punchlines.

S E V E N ;; Unironically (& unfortunately) refers to himself as Bat Daddy. Somehow still gets action.

BANDMATES ;; Lorcan is the bassist in CVRSED, and his bandmates have become his found family within the walls of Hogwarts. Music has been an outlet for Lorcan for as long as he can remember, and finding a place in this home away from home where he can channel that has saved his sanity more than once.

SCORNED EXES ;; Lorcan tends to live by a 'love em & leave em' motto. He wouldn't call these people his partners, but they might have thought they were. Based on his flighty nature, he likely left them with little to no closure. Drama ensues? ( open to all genders )

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS ;; You know the drill, they chill, they chat, they do a little more than chat. No strings attached, but bonus points if there are strings attached. ( open to all genders )

JUST PLAIN FRIENDS ;; If you're nice to him, he's nice to you. Although he's a big old flirt, he needs some platonic friends, as well. Give him buddies!