Post by Gunther Hansen on Jun 19, 2015 0:46:20 GMT -5
Gunther Albert Hansen
B A S I C S
Nicknames: None
Current School/Alma Mater Hogwarts - Slytherin
Birthday: June 8, 1997
Birthplace: Berlin, Germany
Current Home: None
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Russet
Skin Tone: Cream
Distinguishing Features:
A serpent tattoo with venom visibly shooting out across right chest
Perpetual sideburns
Height: 6’0
Blood: Pure
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
P E R S O N A L I T Y
The Good: Versatile, Innovative, Forthright
The Bad: Stubborn, Cantankerous, Impulsive
The Ugly: Insolent
Likes: Card games, potion brewing, and wrestling
Dislikes: Intimacy, a stiff bed, unicorns, and silence
Fears: Underground, commitment, and the future
M A G I C I N V E N T O R Y
Wand: Hemlock, doxy wings, 10 and 1/4 inches long, rather springy. It is very darkly colored and is roughly carved.
Pet: None
Patronus: Boar
Boggart: Bottomless pit
F A M I L Y
Immediate Family Members:
Gerulf -- Father -- Forty Three Years -- Pure -- Slytherin -- Unemployed
Carla Shriver -- Mother -- Forty One Years -- Pure -- Gryffindor -- Welcome Witch
Brief History:
In 1995, Harry Potter claimed Lord He Who Must Not Be Named had returned to power. Many wizarding families did not take heed, but in Berlin resided a community of poor families, Gunther’s parents included. Poverty can make a group much less likely to believe the lies of government, and many began to prepare. With no resources or strength, they knew they had even less protection than most wizards.
There was nothing genuinely good or bad of either Gerulf or Carla. Both were pure, but were more or less indifferent to the blood debate. Gerulf had been a Slytherin from a forced need to be resourceful, learning to hold his own early on. He could be crude, gruff, and sleazy with women. He could not easily see a future for himself, thus lacking a strong drive to do better.
Carla saw the future, and her own independence and bank account was in it. However, her situation made her feel stuck. She didn’t know how to escape all she ever knew, these were her people, and her family needed the mere extra knuts she could provide from a low end job. The two had the further misfortune for easy addiction, and the number of alcohol and mysterious potion brews consumed was endless amongst recent graduates of this small community who partied and rampaged Berlin in their early twenties, escaping their bleak lives.
Parents of the neighborhood were having their own gatherings, these being discussions. Gerulf and Carla’s parents arranged plans for them. The parents not only feared their children's safety if Lord He Who Must Not Be Named had truly come back, but knew there was not much out for a child of a poor family. Thus, the only thing to do was force the two young kids together. This would ensure protection and stability as well as force them into creating a life. If the dark side were to rule, they would have their solid bloodline and associations to lean on.
Carla saw her future spiral out from her, and Gerulf could not grasp how to keep it in his pants for one woman. They were childhood friends, sure, but polar opposites in understanding each other when living together. They only accepted they must marry each other when Carla became pregnant barely a year later. Once more she spiraled, going cold turkey for her child, while Gerulf struggled to learn his new position. He attempted jobs, none lasting more than a few weeks when he returned to his binges. He lost sight of faithfulness, of how to love, and of how to surrender his independence.
When Gunther was born, neither knew how to parent, to provide, or avoid their cravings. A long period had neither parent working; they camped in both grandparents residences for up to a year. Not until their child was four did they both manage to find some steady, bearable jobs and try again. They never interacted as a loving couple. Carla was hopeless - how had a future driven, good Gryffindor wind up in this mess? Gerulf was lost - how had he made it into the future with a family, and how could he be expected to fulfill his duties when he had never wanted it nor knew how to possess the necessary qualities? Meanwhile, their child was neither ignored nor truly acknowledged and ran amuck dirt stained with clothes full of holes.
Gunther caught the addiction gene. His return home for Christmas in third year he found himself full of anger. He had been exposed to children of loving families, full of stories of what they were to do for the month. He received no more than pats on the back and a special poor meal on Christmas of sliced salami. When dad passed out, he slipped the firewhiskey from his side as mom retreated to reflect on the dark tunnel she lived in. For the rest of his school career, Gunther participated in black market trades of hard alcohols.
Now graduated of this year, he was turned out. Gunther had only ever had a vague idea of the oddity of his family, but when he returned home from his final year, his parents had finally decided the gimmick was up. His drunk father, without looking at him, informed him he could no longer be supported. His mother, suitcase in hand, was free to escape the past twenty years and return home.
Gunther, homeless with an addiction, is a potion tester in a shifty shop of Knockturn Alley. Sometimes these are decent batches, sending him into escapes from reality. More often, however, they result in awful discomfort and sickness. He bums around either Berlin or Knockturn Alley for as long as one place will allow him in a given period.
Future Plans: Work seriously and credibly within the Potions business
Play-by: Daniel Brühl
Roleplayer: Issy