[Seth Boswell]

{ seth v. boswell }
we're all "has beens" and "never-were's"
and we're all in the back singing "roxanne"

THE LOOKING GLASS
you, yourself, and thou

name and or alias;

Ebony.

age;

Ancient.

contact information;

PM the monster, please. She can‘t remember her aim passwords to save her life.

how did you find memories lost?;

My former self told me.

other characters on site;

Nope.

other stuff / extra information;

It’s great to be backness, yo.

THESE LITTLE WONDERS
the basics, the credentials

canon or original;

Original.

house;

Ravenclaw.

full name;

Seth Valentin Boswell

nickname(s);

“None to speak of.”

date of birth;

January 3rd.

age;

Eighteen.

pet;

When he turned seven, his mom dragged him to a pet shop and declared that he must have a pet because that’s what any normal boy would want at such an age. Acadia shoved him into the store and refused to let him leave until he found a pet he deemed suitable completely disregarding the fact that he’d rather be at home. They shifted through aisles and aisles of reeking soon-to-be-pets before Seth settled on a dog, which he later named Alexis. At long last, Seth was finally allowed to leave with a pleased mother and drooling, black lab pup in tow.

wand;

Thirteen inch, vinewood with phoenix feather core.

broom;

n/a

allegiance;

Neutral - secretly rooting for the order.

HUM HALLELUJAH
mirror mirror, on the wall

eye color;

Milk chocolate brown - Seth’s eyes are but one of the many things he received from his dead father. And like his father, they are of an intense nature, never settling for just a mere look. If he chooses to gaze upon you, he will do so intently and thoroughly as is his nature. There is no mere glance with this guy. It’s all or nothing.

hair color & type;

His hair, on the other hand, is his mother’s handiwork -- wild and wispy like tendrils of smoke. It’s temperamental at best, choosing when it wishes to be agreeable or disagreeable. Worn in about a hundred ways, long and short and bowl-shaped, Seth’s settled for a short generic look that seemed to be more manageable.

height & weight;

Five foot, ten and a half inches. One-hundred and twenty seven pounds.

build;

Despite the fact that Seth eats about twice as much as a normal teen, he maintains a pretty wiry form - not thin or bulky, just lean. Mostly due to the muggle sports his mom “forces” him to partake in, Seth can easily be described as a teen with the seeker-build (although he’s not too keen on flying).

recognizable features;

He’d never admit, even at eighteen, how stupid he was that summer, playing with knives. However, the proof of his stupidity is clear as day - a permanent pinkish scar, about an inch long, on both sides of his left hand where the knife stuck through.

description;

Because sexy never left.

Seth Boswell, a tall lean piece of meat, standing at five foot ten with the weight of one hundred and twenty seven pounds - this man’s all the rage this season. He’s got a set of eyes, this one does, and it seems as if he can pierce right through your very core when he stares at you, his dark eyes drinking you in and processing your spirit with their unblinkingness and intense gaze. Emotions spread through those eyes like wildfire - promises of trouble, pain, and laughter, and as cliché as the phrase may be, they truly are windows to the soul. However, not only are you looking in, but this time, there is someone very attentive and watchful looking out as well.

Under a rather prominent nose, lies a set of lips - pink and tempting - seemingly always smiling at some nonexistent joke that’s been said that no one can hear. Twitching up, they speak silent warnings and plans to the watchful. They say “don’t cross me” and “I’m up to something” on most occasions. Traveling down a normal, average neck and muscled torso we meet a set of hands - smooth like the rest of his olive skin with one blemish. On the left, no matter whether it is palm up or palm down, you will meet the same unmistakable feature, an inch long scar almost dead center where the knife he had been toying with struck through - a memento of the foolishness of youth and a reminder to be more careful the next time he decides to play with sharp objects.

Perhaps what truly draws in a crowd is the way Seth dresses himself. Girls (and boys) always seem to dig the “I’ve been shagged” hair, and the result doesn’t seem to be any different for Seth’s own dusty brown locks of unruly wire he calls hair on most days. But in addition to his wonderful taste in hair care (or lack thereof), is his scene of dress. He doesn’t pay much attention to what he throws on before classes or at home - pulling on a shirt that feels the most comfortable or covers the most skin. He favors a leather jacket that was given to him by his brother for his seventeenth birthday and doesn’t mind making the fans lick their lips. The lips only twitch up a little more, and the eyes gleam a little brighter.

GOODBYE APPAREL
it's the inside that counts

likes;

mountains, oceans, swimming, orange marmalade, his mother, canines, pressed flowers, cigarettes, snow storms, hot showers, fencing, card games, Noah, Greece, Egypt, world history, fast cars, badminton, reading, nature, socks, necklaces, girls and boys, poetry, rebellion, teasing, cursing, being bad, mythology, orchids, crowded streets, nighttime

dislikes;

cooking, washing the dog, mushrooms, paper plates, flutes, sweets, onions, nail polish, cats, surprises, heroes, drunks, bananas, cheaters, consistency, roses, oranges, ham and cheese, high noon, toothpaste, divination, parking lots, birds, Romeo and Juliet

positives;

good at tutoring other students, gets along really well with kids, easy to talk to about problems, and doesn’t pay attention to stereotypes or pre-defined social lines

negatives;

doesn’t get along well with pureblood radicals who think they’re “better-than-thou”, uses violence to try and solve his problems, and doesn’t like to admit he’s done something wrong

quirks;

always sets his clock to a weird time like 6:03, eats about seven times a day, and cracks his knuckles when he has nothing to do or is about to start something important

hobbies;

studying history (muggle and magical), playing with Alexis and Noah in combination, avoiding Noah (only lately), fencing with his mom, and studying like the “good” little Ravenclaw that he is

amortentia;

cinnamon, cucumbers, sandalwood, rosewater, cigarette smoke, lemon grass

boggart;

Seth’s greatest fear since he was a child is loosing his mother or his brother or, heaven forbid, both. They are the center of his universe and without them, he isn’t sure life would mean so much to him.

patronus;

Like a fox, Seth has a natural need for waywardness. He doesn’t exactly have bad intentions, and his heart is generally in the right place. All he really wants is to spice it up and keep life from becoming dull and boring. Harming people, emotionally or physically, is never a goal he hopes to achieve consciously.

dementor;

“Hello?” eleven-year-old Noah had said into the receiver of the phone, glad to be free of his brother‘s clutches after being tickled so long without pause.

“Is this Seth Boswell?” a monotone male voice asked from the other end.

“Ah, no, this is his brother,” Noah said, “wait a minute.” Placing the phone into the hands of his older brother, the younger boy watched as Seth placed the receiver to his ear. His brother’s pleased Cheshire smile began to fade as the voice on the other end began to talk.

“Is she alright?” Seth asked hoarsely, looking as if he was about to cry. And Seth almost never cried, Noah knew. The voice on the phone began again, the younger son could hear, from the slight murmuring he heard coming from the mouthpiece. Seth begun to nod, looking slightly relieved but not much. And with a final nod and a clenched fist, Seth placed the phone back in its cradle.

“Mom’s in the hospital.”

secrets;

“Seth? Can I talk to you?”

Turning from his Potions book, the older man looked at his brother who was nervously wringing his hands and shifting his gaze from Seth to the wall. Being the eldest, he knew what sort of behavior to expect from Noah - the facial expressions, the speech patterns, but he couldn’t possibly think of any reason why Noah would be there, in his room, acting so nervous. Unless it was him, Seth thought, but that was a ridiculous conclusion. Why would his younger brother be anxious to speak to him?

“You haven’t broken anything, have you?” he asked jokingly, watching his brother’s face for the usual happy smile. It never came. Instead, the other looked even more worried if at all possible.

“It’s really important,” Noah muttered, stepping further into the room, “Won’t you listen?”

Somehow, he felt that by nodding he had signed over his soul to the devil. By then, he had completely come to peace with the fact that his normal routine of “be a goofball to cheer up younger brother” wasn’t going to work, and by then, he realized that something was very wrong with the situation. He moved from his desk chair to his bed, covered in a black and white checkered bedspread, and patted the spot next to him knowing that the best thing to do was to listen to what Noah had to say.

Hesitantly, Noah sat, still wringing his hands.

“Seth,” his brother paused, “have you ever loved anyone?”

Blinking owlishly, the elder brother looked at his brother - not sure where the conversation was heading and not sure he wanted to go there even if he did. Sure, he had loved someone, but he knew platonic love wasn’t what was on his little brother’s mind. “You interested in someone, Noah? You should just confess; it makes things a lot easier.” He smiled brilliantly, finally figuring out the root of the problem.

Noah seemed unconvinced, “You really think that’s…okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Noah frowned and then looked up at his brother - something foreign present in his shining, frightened orbs that Seth couldn’t quite distinguish.

What happened next was definitely not what he planned, and he could barely register what was happening when his brother scooted closer, wrapped his smaller arms around his shoulders and kissed him - eyes closed and hands shaking. That wasn’t what he meant at all.

favorite incantation;

Evanesco - “I vanish”

description;

Growing up had been a tough experience, not unpleasant or bad, just tough. His mom raised them alone - without the aid of any outside forces and had done what she had thought was best for all of them without hesitation. From his time as a child, Seth had gained a great many things he felt he would carry with him into adulthood - lessons about life as it were. He learned that it was better to accept the reality and stop hoping for good things to happen; if they did, rejoice, but don’t just sit their waiting for some divine spirit to cut you a break. His mom always encouraged him to do his best in school, to excel at whatever he tried to do. It would be better, she said, in the end; the results will always be better if you try hard from the start instead of just getting serious halfway. And never could Seth say he had ever done anything truly important halfheartedly, in Hogwarts or in the muggle world. His mother’s teachings much too important for him to disregard.

Growing older, Seth gained a reputation as the kid who didn’t take any shit from anyone. Fighting was something his mom was constantly called about, and the messages on their answering machine seemed endless - complaints from parents down the street and the kind “suggestions” from the principal to enroll Seth in an anger management program. But Acadia would merely laugh at their accusations and complaints, look him in the eye and say, “I was just like you as a kid, and I turned out alright.” Rough around the edges, Seth decided what he had wanted all along was someone to admit that it was okay to be different - abnormal. He hated cookie cutter families who never fluctuated from their daily routines, never took risks, and never tried to help someone because that would mean they would look bad in the eyes of society. His mom had told him they had been wired for rebellion, wanting something more from life that even they didn’t really know about. All Seth knew was that it was better than being normal, like everyone else.

His mom was hid idle - the one who had all the answers to all the questions. She never backed down from a fight and was quick to speak her mind when it came to her children. Seth couldn’t imagine anyone being more brave or assertive as Acadia Boswell - the personification of the picture perfect defender of justice. She left him to his own devices, only guiding him when he strayed to far off the path of life; he was free to experiment with things his mom had indulged in as a teenager herself - fast cars, smoking, and violence. There was no other person he held in the highest respects that that woman who could just look him in the eye and tell him what and why he was wrong. She respected him, and that meant everything.

Building up a resistance, Seth left little room for anyone except for family. And this family included three people - his mother, Noah, and their dog, Alexis. He would let go of the wicked, bad boy attitude for them. He would stop cursing and speaking roughly with them - taking softer, more lighthearted tones with them. With them, his heart was free to express itself; they understood him, loved him. He had no reason to be on the defensive around the people he held most dear. With them he could be just Seth - no strings attached.

What an affair Hogwarts had been, all teeth and no bite. Sure, he had been afraid - like any human would and should be if they were leaving their comfort zone to experience something new. But Seth felt like he had found it. That thing he and his mother had been searching for. His education at Hogwarts went more smoothly than it had gone in the muggle world, Seth feeling more free to express his abnormalities in the presences of those like himself. That, however, did not stop his true nature from leaking out now and then between his bouts of bookwormishness, and he caused mischief to keep himself and those around him entertained and “bubbly”. But he had mellowed out since his childhood, no longer picking needless fights (though he still did occasionally fight). When he wrote home asking why he was changing so drastically, his mother had called it “growing up.”

Being sorted into Ravenclaw implies many things - bookwormishness, intellect, and often, wit. Seth would like to say he was prone to all three. Of course, he worried about his NEWTS and OWLS like any other good student - muttered about failing and complained loudly about the workload, but he enjoyed learning about magic and the workings of it. His teen years drawing to a close, an anxious and excited Seth prepares to end seventh year with a bang - thoughts of war and family complications becoming an increasing large spot on his mental tapestry. The dark lord’s radical and violent ways are frightening, and Seth fears loosing his family - a thought that alone bars him from joining the Order of the Phoenix. His brother’s romantic love for him is confusing and worrisome, and Seth is not sure what to think. His hopes only for the strength to protect his precious family and the will to live on, and he plans to work to those goals without fail.

MEMORIES AND LEGACIES
let's open the history books

blood status;

muggleborn

nationality;

british canadian

parents;

acadia boswell
kristopher boswell (deceased)

siblings;

noah boswell - sixteen (sixth year)

most embarrassing moment;

“Apparently my mom thought it would be funny to call me up in the middle of summer from her job, disguise her voice, and pretend to be some fake girl I had knocked up. And apparently, it was funny as hell to hear me babble on and on about how it couldn’t be mine--practically spilling all the contents of my sex life to my mom. She still fucking teases me about it.”

happiest memory;

“A nice two week vacation to the Carribean. One of the only instances in which I enjoyed being dragged around in the sun.”

description;

“I lived? Will that cut it?”
“No? Damn.”

They started off normal different--she was the free ranging gang rebel and he, the college professor that had no social life to speak of. They met in a police station--she for doing what she did best, fighting, and he, for exceeding the speed limit for the fifth time. They didn’t have much to say to each other; their attitudes clashing and being, just generally speaking, too extremely different. If you asked, Kristopher Boswell would have told you that he had been scared as hell of the woman he had been imprisoned with. She didn’t look afraid of anything, not the policeman scolding her and telling her that she needed to pull it together, not the cell with it’s peeling paint and bulking, threatening occupants. She seemed so invincible, so untouchable.

“Like what you see, teach?”

Apparently, that would be the case. Because after her “reform” and release from the jail, Acadia could be found hanging around the reluctant man and his passion, school. Maybe that was why he liked her so much, she didn’t care. She didn’t care that people thought she was too pretty for him. She didn’t care if people though she was no good. She dated him because she said she liked him. She dated him because she wanted to. And Kristopher liked that, and soon he found that he could look past the cigarette smoke, flashy outfits, and shiny motorbikes and see the real woman reaching out to him--the woman who secretly wanted security, love, and a family.

“Cute guy, isn’t he, Krissy?”
“Ugh. That name again?”

Normal would never describe their tiny little family. He had a bookworm for a father, and a badass mother who secretly hoped her son would grow up and be like her just to scare the hell out of her husband. However, ironically enough, Kristopher Boswell would be unable to see the full legacy of his existence grow up and become like the woman he loved--dying from pneumonia the year Noah was born.

“Noah’s such a girly name, Krissy.”
“Heh. Yeah…”

Their mother was…different. A nonconformist and radical, she never did anything halfway; she was never deterred by the work of a single mother. When her son was called into the principle’s office numerous times in grade school, she would lead him to the care and discuss the event with him, tell him how he should have done it. However, she would always encourage him to be great, to be good in school and in life despite the seemingly callous outer appearance. Her sons had always been top priority, and everything they did made her proud to be their mother.

“Well, this is different.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say, mum?”

Most muggle mothers would scream or laugh at the Hogwart’s owl perched on their window panes, denying it with every fiber of their beings; however, Acadia had always been a little to strange for civilian living. She had no complaint when her son had been invited to Hogwarts, telling him that he should go and excel. With her support and the support of his younger brother, Seth entered into the world of magic, gaining a place in Ravenclaw with his intellectual mind; however, he was still Seth Boswell. When his brother entered the school a year later, he had gained a reputation as a “handful”, magic only making matters worse. Like the saying goes, old habits die hard.

“Why can’t you love me?”
“This is wrong.”

Change had been evident. His brother was getting older, more curious. At first he thought that, maybe, it had just been a phase; he thought that maybe his brother’s odd stares would cease and that they would be a normal pair of brothers again. However, cornered in his room by the younger he realized how serious things were; how mature and serious his brother was. He had practically jumped on the train to escape the awkward situation, not prepared to face matters such as these. And so seventh year was going to prove to be an interesting one.

WRAP IT UP
show us your skills

online time;

Depends on my school work, but I’m usually able to get on for at least an hour or so.

member title;

{heaven’s always a lie

roleplay example;

Lovely October. Perfect growing season for some of his favorite Halloween centered plants. Pumpkins were his current infatuation, and he loved the way the Great Hall looked, decorated with floating candles and carved orange globes of vegetation. It was one of William Lourdes’s favorite holidays since his childhood due to the fact that it centered around his father’s culture. Witches and wizards and ghouls and bats fascinated him and the holiday made him cheerful and more bouncy than normal with it’s exploitation of sweets and other things, many of which were muggle traditions. He had always loved trick-or-treating and other such fun since he was a kid, and his parents were quite active in their celebration of All Hallow’s Eve even now.

The weather had been a bit odd as of late, changing and toying with everyone’s minds, leaving everyone with a question or complaint upon their lips. Will’s spirits weren’t an easy thing to dampen, and even through the rather strange weather patterns he remained his cheerful and happy self. He had gone outside, equipped with the right kind of clothing for the weather they were supposed to have, but they say weather is God’s thing; you don’t know what he’s scheming until the clouds start rolling in. Dressed and unknowing he had wandered outside to go look at the pumpkins in the pumpkin patch down near the Forbidden Forest. He wore only a light tan windbreaker and a pair of dark blue jeans, and when the rain began to pelt down to earth he regretted his clothing choice almost immediately.

Will’s wand had been forgotten in his dorm room, and he knew that there was no way he’d be able to run into the castle without being drenched in precipitation. He glanced up briefly as the light drizzle began, and he frowned slightly at the gray clouds gathered above his head, pouring forth drops of liquid unto the occupants below. The rain attacked the ground and found its way onto any surface it could touch. Will was not an exception. Not wanting to get wet, Will ran for the closest thing resembling shelter. A tree. A tree currently occupied by one, very not-happy looking woman. He couldn’t blame her though, being trapped in the rain wasn’t a situation that one tried to get caught up in often. He slowed to a jog and then a walk as he approached. Tentatively, he stepped under the trees shelter and noticed how it seemed as though no water was filtering through the leaves. ‘Ah, oh smart William dear, magic.’ He smiled at her brightly.

“Mind if I share your tree?”

[Alex Groves]

your application is
pending.
i feel like you could elaborate on his appearance and even his personality a little bit. add some more description to those, and you should be accepted. :]

[Seth Boswell]

fixed.

[Alex Groves]

accepted.
much better. :]