Claude Evans

[Claude Evans]

Full Name: Claude Lumbis Evans
Nicknames: “Lummy” and “Laudy”, though he only accepts that from his sister.
Birthdate: December 27th, 1866.
Current Age: Sixteen. [ ? Years]
Occupation: He ran mail and parcels for his father who oversaw the inner workings of the postal service for a small branch of businesses in industrialized London. He has since lost that job.
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff.
Wand: Birch, 11”, flexible but resilient, three strands of unicorn hair: difficulty with offensive magic though not impossible, found great aptitude for healing and, as expected, herbology.
Blood Status: Muggleborn.
Social Class: Middleclass.
Family: ______ Evans, sister, two or so years older.
Appearance: Claude is a somewhat unimpressive man, save for his height; he stands at five-eleven, two inches and weighs about one-hundred and sixty pounds. His posture is standard, again nothing of great note. When alone he tends to drop his shoulders and doesn’t walk or act with any outstandingly masculine air, as he’s often too distracted by his own pursuits or his company to mind himself. His skin has a slight tan to it but it’s most commonly a pale caramel color. He doesn’t have any strong patches of freckles or other markings.

He is not overtly physically enabled but from what he does he has maintained some abilities. He commonly helps move plants and potting materials around the herbology greenhouse which can be quite heavy but that aside, Claude does not observe any standard exercising. His most impressive feature, or perhaps just the most unique, are his wide, large hands. His wand hand is his left.

Claude’s clothing is nothing ever fancy, or showy. The only expressions he wears of his own personal taste are his ascots and scarves, which often hold elaborate designs or colors.

History:

1866: Claude’s birth was traumatic. Due to natural complication, he was nearly lost and the doctors who helped deliver him warned his mother and father that he might have certain “deficiencies” due to his delivery. The nurses jokingly told her that he’d be “but a breeze” of a child due to his somewhat rough start. That was not anywhere close to the truth, unfortunately.

1866-76: Claude was a bright if somewhat peculiar child. He enjoyed a number of pursuits, most all of them analytical in nature; math, the sciences, games of logic and puzzle. He did express a somewhat obsessive nature for certain topics, namely botany and human anatomy. He was something of a parlor trick for Mr. and Mrs. Evans’s guests when they’d come over. They’d bring Claude out and have him recite in near-perfect clarity (this was relative to his age at the time, of course) the workings of a prized orchid or simple maple leaf.

Loud noises (but specifically their over-stimulating nature) set him off, however, and during many of the parties Claude’s father threw (that were well beyond the means of the modest middle-class family), he would throw fits and tantrums until he was let loose outside or to some place he could be to get away. Should he be denied these basic comforts, the tantrums would escalate and plates would tremble from shelves, silverware mysteriously slip from the tablecloth. These incidents however acutely bizarre they persisted to be were attributed to Claude’s particular nature, until he out-aged the excuse.

1876-Present: He took refuge often with his sister as she could step in and provide a maternal figure where his mother, perhaps eternally scarred by the “what could have been” of Claude’s birth, for both him and herself, failed to be. And so naturally when she “discovered” herself and her magical abilities, her parents assumed Claude was only trying to follow suit. But they were wrong, and he wasn’t, and so with his sister he was sent.

School was an interesting adjustment for Claude. He got along well enough with his classmates but he found the struggles of noise and over-stimulation that he had with his parents and their dinner parties maintained and strengthened with the innumerable new voices, eyes, and actions of his fellow students. But he quickly found refuge, though, like before outside and around the school grounds, particularly in the Herbology greenhouse and the library, though the former was the preferred place of hiding.

Socially, Claude is relatively well-liked as he can often be turned to for accurate answers to essay questions or assignments, and he is willing to give it assuming that he’s not too busy. Romantically, Claude has not outwardly expressed an interest for anyone, leading to some rumors amongst the bored regarding his sexuality (or apparent lack thereof).

Personality: Claude has a very calm temperament, perhaps to a fault. With other he outwardly may appear short or blunt in conversation, given that it itself is of a slow or shallow nature, but if needed to lend aid he is patient and mindful. The fault comes in him being slow to react to insults or abuse, be it verbal or physical, and maintains a “pot slow to simmer” mentality. When growing up, Claude’s parents weren’t uncommonly distant from him, but when he refused further expansion on what they deemed to be “respectable” pursuits (not flower splicing or cell theory), they lost interest in their stubborn child. And so in a way, Claude tries to express interest in those who ask it of them, assuming that their own pursuit is worthwhile. Claude sometimes lacks the understanding that he was robbed of, but he’s conscious of this fact and actively tries to be more understanding, more patient but there exists a certain barrier for him in understanding the unspoken intentions of others.

He has a somewhat dry sense of humor but he’s personable enough. The downside to this is when he doesn’t wish to meet or maintain your acquaintance, because you’ll know it when the warm greeting is spared of just you. And so it might be said that Claude has a strange social grace about him, which more modernly might be termed as “awkward”, but for what he lacks in consistent civil speech he makes up for in confidence of his self and his ideas—or perhaps just failing to know when he should be apprehensive.

Sample Roleplay Post: The sun was pale yellow. The sky up above the manor looked thin and white, and Claude saw it and reasoned that if he were a giant whose hand was large enough, he could swat it away and reveal the dark night which had retreated just this morning.

At six-thirty-five this morning.

But Claude didn’t express these details to his company. Miss Eliseth Proudemoor and Miss Margret Thatcher. Practice courtship, demanded of his benefactress who thought his skills of conversation were “lacking”. Claude knew they were different; his skills were just cut to fit different cogs, that’s all. They were just hard pressed and unwilling to turn this social machine.

“Well, I’m surprised that you don’t have much to say of that topic, Miss Eliseth,” Miss Margret began as the dining hall, which was wide and tall with white walls and gold leafing, began to fill with polite noise. Claude felt eyes on him and he looked up to meet Miss Margret’s. He ventured a slight smile. “What about you, Mister Claude? What do you think of Mister Thomas’s proposal to Miss Willa?”

“Untimely,” Miss Eliseth added and she had a certain drop to her tone, a certain flatness. Claude watched her as she stirred her tea, her shoulders back and dropped down, and he wondered if the dryness of her tone were palpable should he have keener eyes with which to see it. Miss Margret made a sound beside him and he turned back to her.

“I don’t think of myself as one in a position to make such a judgment—“
“Oh, stop being so exhaustive, Claude; this is common company, not the wizarding gambit now speak: do you or don’t you?” Miss Margret said with a certain edge to her tone, something else that Claude imagined might be palpable and as sharp and dry as Miss Margret’s company remained, even after Claude’s practiced pleasantries.

How do people purchase such inflections?

A sharp pain rapped between his shoulder blades before he could respond, and both women jumped some in their seats. His shoulders pushed back and his head up, the automatic respond to the Madame, who had served as their instructor for the seven weeks that took up their summer break, as she “corrected” and “instructed” Claude without having ever spoken. He watched a puddle of tea kiss the lip of the bottom of his cup, sealing the space between it and his saucer with an intimacy.

“I think of you trifle for dealing in such low manners, Miss Margret—who,” Claude said, his tone tight and mild until he bent over to her, brown eyes meeting an unknown reaction from her, but Claude thought it looked shocked, “cares, and who, Miss Thatcher, robbed you of the mental fortitude to decide as much for yourself?”

Claude was removed from the etiquette program, deemed “unmanageable”.

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Age: Twenty.
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