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Orion Abernathy

β€œGreatness is a choice.” (NPC)

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a character in “Hogwarts: A Dark New Age”, as played by partially-stars

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F U L LXN A M E
Orion Abernathy

N I C K N A M E (S)
Ri, Calderon

B I R T H D A Y
January 2

A G E
18

Y E A R
Seventh Year

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
White English

H O M E T O W N
Cambridge, England

H E X
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S T Y L E
Orion is the type of person that makes even the same old Hogwarts uniform look a little more classy. Sleeves rolled up and a slightly askew tie is stylishly undone as opposed to messy. Even in his pyjamas, even at his least glamorous, he looks put together. But his family is the type of family that doesn’t dress down. He’s pretty much always in a button down and slacks at the least, layering it with a jumper or jacket when it’s cold or simply rolling the sleeves up when it’s warm. It's gotten to the point where he feels uncomfortable in even a t-shirt. He's got no tattoos or piercings, his family deeming both unsavoury.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'0", 155lb

A P P E A R A N C E
Orion is, undeniably, attractive. With a jaw that could cut glass and big dark eyes, he's a natural charmer. Everything about him is frustratingly effortless- that easy, charming smile, dark, soft brown hair that always falls just right, long dark lashes that frame those eyes perfectly for seduction... His whole body is scar free, unmarked by everything but a small birthmark on the right side of his right thigh.



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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Orion is far from the most popular of Gryffindors. Arrogant, stubborn, entitled, he seems to represent all the negative traits associated with the house, and very few of the good. He believes Gryffindor to be the superior house by far. He’s a constant source of frustration to the teachers, because he excels in the classes he deems interesting and relevant, and slacks off in the ones he doesn’t. And despite apparently not caring about those classes, he passes them easily. He’s a master Dueller and seems to have mastered non-verbal magic already.

The Abernathy dynasty is an old and proud family, and Orion is a pillar of that family. He’s the oldest son and heir, the son with a special gift, the son chosen for great things. Hearing that from the moment you were old enough to understand what it meant tends to have an effect on a kid, and Orion is no different. It’s no wonder he’s so arrogant, really, being built up for greatness from the moment he showed the first signs of being a little bit different. It’s also a lot of pressure too. He feels he doesn’t have any other option other than greatness- and his family wants him to believe that. Orion has been blinded by his family and his arrogance and he can’t see when he’s being manipulated. And even if he ever began to suspect that, the message is clear. Family comes first. No matter what.

Orion’s never really had anyone to tell him no, to tell him the truth, or to tell him that he doesn’t have to be great. He’s never had a friend that his family hadn’t chosen specifically for him. If his arrogance doesn’t keep people at arm’s length from him, the fact that he doesn’t know how to be a good friend does. For years, he’s been surrounded by people clamoring for greatness, who want to be associated with him. The only people that are anything like friends to him are the people who tell him how he’ll achieve greatness, who are working within the school for that greatness, even if it seems... well, wrong. His family has zero morals and Orion is no different, but there’s a nagging feeling telling him that something is wrong.

The ironic thing is, Orion would probably be less insufferable if he had a decent group of friends around him who would call him out on his behaviour and who could balance his family’s negative messaging. But it’s that behaviour that pushes everyone away and leads him to a vicious cycle. He believes himself to just be better than them. Really, he was the perfect candidate to tempt towards the Dark Arts. He’s got delusions of grandeur, a lack of a support system to tell him no, a family that already had blood supremacist leanings, a hell of a lot of talent, and a complete lack of awareness with regards to his own manipulation. His β€œfriends” have continued to do what his family has been doing his whole life and he’s completely unaware that he’s being used.


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H I S T O R Y
Orion’s family is an old pureblood family, the type that can trace their roots back for generations. His family comes from a variety of houses, but Gryffindor and Slytherins have always been the most prevalent houses. Both of Orion’s parents were Gryffindor and expected that their son would end up in the same house. He was their only child and their golden boy, and they raised him to know he would inherit their greatness. And then his retrocognition became evident at the age of seven, and they believed it was a sign that he was destined for greatness. His grandparents also saw his ability as a tool. They began using it, using it to enforce their blood supremacist views. Orion’s parents didn’t totally agree with this but didn’t dare argue with them. They echoed the message that his ability showed he was meant for greatness, even after an accidental touch of an artifact at a museum terrified and traumatized him.

By the time Orion’s Hogwarts letter came, he was brainwashed into believing that purebloods were superior and that he was going to be something great, something memorable. They had brainwashed him into believing lies about his own family and Orion never had any reason to question it. If he’s insufferable now, he was even more so then. He was the worst type of Gryffindor, arrogant, proud, and entitled. He drove away anyone who had potential to be a β€œreal” friend and ended up with a group of friends who ended up being little better than his family.

But against the odds, he somehow managed with one or two genuine friends. Most of them started out as hookups, nothing more, and yet Orion found an actual friendship brewing. The casual hookups and friends-with-benefits seemed to be the only relationships that seemed to challenge him, challenge what he knew. For six years, he’s followed his family and their plans without question, believing everything he was told. But now, something in his head is beginning to question that. He’s beginning to wonder if what he’s been told is true- and what that means for him and his β€œdestiny”.


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B L O O DXS T A T U S
Pureblood

W A N D
Elm, Phoenix feather, 10.5”, unyielding

P A T R O N U S
Leopard

H O U S E
Gryffindor

B O G G A R T
Himself, bloodied and in a Muggle military uniform like he saw when he touched the helmet

F A M I L I A R
A white Persian cat named Merlin

S P E C I A L I Z E SXI N
Duelling

F A V O R I T EXC L A S S
Defense Against The Dark Arts

R E T R O C O G N I T I O N
Nobody knows why Ri has this β€œgift” or where it came from, but it’s made him the pride of his family. Touching an object can bring back memories of its history, ranging from just the emotions associated with it to vivid flashbacks that make him feel like he’s there. The intensity depends on the emotion associated with the memory and the strength of the memory itself. Touching a helmet from WWII gave him the most vivid flashbacks he’s ever had, and the fear and the anxiety associated with that persisted for days after. Visions often leave him with headaches and exhaust him..


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So begins...

Orion Abernathy's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jessie Carter Character Portrait: Eden Thomas Character Portrait: McKenna James Character Portrait: Professor Cameron Leahy Character Portrait: Shane Montgomery Character Portrait: Roan King Character Portrait: Cassie Lightborn Character Portrait: Harvey Gibson Character Portrait: Orion Abernathy
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McKenna James // Gryffindor// 7th Year Animagus // Location: Great Hall
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Mac hated Christmas. Not a popular opinion to have among her peers, but it was true. It had nothing to do with the weather, or decorations, or an abundance of grinchy tendencies, just that the holiday season hadn’t held a lot of cheer for her since Mac was ten. Christmas meant either empty halls in a too quiet castle, or awkward stilted silence with her mother in her boyfriend’s new townhouse. Living in the muggle world was like trying to fit herself into a skin that was too small, too itchy to keep on for long. It was claustrophobic, not to mention exhausting trying to play act at being something she wasn’t. It was a farce she’d never been able to keep up for long, and there lay the problem. Her mother never said it aloud, but Mac knew magic made her uncomfortable. Andy, Mac’s step father to be if she was reading the signs right, was a nice man, as average and muggle as they came. He had no clue what Mac was, nor had they ever really made it past the stilted pleasantries of near strangers enough for her to believe that was ever going to be a wise thing to change. Magic had ruined one chance at love and happiness for her mother, the least Mac could do was not sabotage her second. So mostly Mac just stayed at Hogwarts for the holiday, and no one ever protested too loudly, if at all. It was just easier for everyone that way.

Mac wasn’t alone at Hogwarts exactly, there were others even in her own house, like Coal and Shane, who usually stayed as well. But Shane was well…Shane, no amount of holiday misery bonding was really going to change that, and even Coal tended to be unusually...quiet. It was the only time of year Hogwarts felt cold to her, though Mac infinitely preferred staying in the only place that had felt like home to her in a very long time. Still, it left her antsy, anxious for a return to the usual noise and bustle of students in the castle. Excitement pent up during the weeks of their absence. So if Mac went a little overboard once everyone returned well...who could blame her really? Harvey apparently, as he gave her an impression of his best β€˜disapproving prefect’ stink eye as he blandly ate his oatmeal. They both knew who was behind the army of purple origami otters currently running amok across the Hufflepuff table, and her smug glance as she watched a few of her brave little minions nestling up into the dark curls of Roan’s hair did nothing to dissuade her friend's suspicions. Mac had been on something of a tear lately, not unusual for the first couple weeks back, but considering they had a game today, her focus was usually more single minded toward quidditch.

β€œFor the love of Merlin, please tell me that’s all you did.” Harvey groused with a sour look, watching as some of the otters started swimming figure eights in some of the goblets of unsuspecting Hufflepuffs, including their Care of Magical Creatures Professor, who had picked up a few to take with him to the staff table so he could examine them more closely. The far more amiable of the Leahy Professors seems to have befriended her little creatures, which...wasn’t really surprising given what she knew of the man. β€œNow?! Really?! We have a game today Mac, I think Professor Leahy might actually murder me if we lose.” Harvey hissed, appearing genuinely nauseous at the thought of reporting into their head of house should they not perform at their absolute highest caliber today. A quick glance at their DADA professor and her sharp green eyes burning a hole in Mac’s back was all it took to know that the head of Gryffindor had also pinpointed very quickly who was behind the lavender otter hoard menacing the Great Hall, though so far she’s made no move to stop it. Mac shot her a cheeky grin, which earned a golden brow raised in return. β€œGibs, I am shocked and offended by those hurtful accusations. How could you ever think me capable of such a thing?” Mac shot back a transparent denial. Coal’s snort was immediate, but he didn’t comment further.

β€œI would never-” Mac’s defense was suddenly cut off by a loud series of popping noises emanating from farther down the Gryffindor table, pink glittery foam bubbling forth from Orion’s bag, sticky and clinging stubbornly to anything it touched, namely the boy in question as it grew larger and began spreading out and up. β€œDo any such thing to someone we're playing against today…” Mac finished with a sour look of her own. She was going to have to tinker with the formula there a bit. That little present wasn’t supposed to go off until potions class.

β€œThe sparkles were a nice touch.” Coal added mildly. β€œMaybe a pinch of itching powder next time though to really give it some flare..” Mac’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. Now that was some helpful feedback, so not a total loss it seemed.

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Harvey Gibson // Gryffindor// 7th Year // Location: Great Hall
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Harvey’s eye honest to god twitched. This was it, today was the day they drove him over the edge. There was a nice padded room waiting for him in St. Mungo’s, because reining in this bunch was driving him insane! Between Mac’s antics, Coal cheering her on, and now Shane actively antagonizing the Slytherin quidditch team, there was never a moment’s peace. Cassie retorting back at the Slytherin team’s heckling was fair enough, but that was all it took for Cal to jump up in his seat no doubt prepared to start spouting a litany of taunts all his own, and Harvey had to physically yank him down by the shirt tail. β€œSit down and eat your breakfast. Protein go!” Harvey barked, and the younger Gryffindor chaser grudgingly complied, shoveling a whole slice of bacon in his mouth as he chewed with a pointedly grumpy look at the Slytherin table. Cal was a good kid, but a little excitable sometimes. Harvey didn’t need him doing something stupid to get tossed out of the game before it had even started.

As Cassie turned the subject to the tournament, Harvey’s demeanor became a bit more uncomfortable. Of course he’d signed up, how could he not? It was a proving ground only a handful of witches and wizards each generation were chosen worthy to even compete in. And there was the problem. Signing up wasn’t the same thing as being chosen. There was a part of him dreading the upcoming ceremony, that knew what the goblet’s decision was going to be. Harvey had never exactly measured up to the Gibson name, his famous siblings each shining stars in their respective fields. How was he ever going to look any of them in the face again after so public an admission of his inadequacies? Part of him didn’t even want to admit having signed up, plausible deniability and all that, but Cassie had asked, and he wasn’t going to lie about it either, so instead he just nodded, pensively taking another bite of his oatmeal.

β€œYeah, did you?” Mac replied to Cassie’s question cheerfully, and Harvey was glad to let her take over the conversation from there.

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