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Lukas Chance Burchard

"Clever people will recognize and tolerate nothing but cleverness."

0 · 751 views · located in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

a character in “Hogwarts - Memories of the Past”, as played by Starlight77

Description




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{ "People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within." }
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Theme

Death Cab for Cutie || I Will Follow You Into The Dark
Lana Del Rey || Young and Beautiful
Fall Out Boy || Alone Together
Aj Rafeal || Jetsetter


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{ Name }
Lukas Chance Burchard

{ Nickname }
Luke, Chance

{ Birthday }
December 19

{ Age }
17

{ Sexuality }
Pansexual

{ House }
Ravenclaw

{ Year }
6th

{ Face Claim }
Dean Geyer




{ "Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion." }



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{ Likes }
Flying Swimming Animals Magic Sweets Singing Video Games Sparring The Color Blue Cleverness Beauty

{ Dislikes }
Hatred Death Blood Ignorance Thunderstorms Loud Noises Sexism Bullying Stereotypes Public Speaking The Cold

{ Strengths/Talents }
Flying Singing Dueling Magic Making Friends Playing Guitar Memorizing Sparring

{ Weaknesses }
Anything Sweet Public Speaking Anything Cute Astraphobia Blood Short Temper ADHD

{ Personality }
Charming
Luke has charm to spare. His smooth, deep voice, playful tone, and mischievous smirk can hypnotize the strongest of wills.
Clever
There’s a reason why Luke was put into the house well known for its cleverness. He’s rather intelligent, but adding quick-wittedness to the mix only increases his shrewdness.
Playful
Luke’s extremely playful and can be very childish sometimes, always cracking jokes and making clever puns. He’s a very touchy-feely type of person who loves hugs and wrestling.
Hot-Headed
Luke is extremely impulsive and hot-headed. His short temper is perhaps his most prominent feature. Get him angry enough, and he’ll slip into a feral mode, attacking the person who angered him mercilessly.
Over-Protective
Luke is very over-protective, especially of his family and friends. Combine his protective nature with his short-temper, and you’ve got one dangerous mix.




{ "It's really important to share the idea that being different might feel like a problem at the time, but ultimately diversity is a strength." }




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{ Hair Color }
Chocolate Brown

{ Eye Color }
Sea Green

{ Skin Color }
Lightly Tanned

{ Height and Weight }
6’1’’, 186 Pounds

{ Build }
Stocky

{ Scars, Tattoos, Piercings }
~Lukas has a tribal dragon tattoo on his left shoulder. Its about seven inches long.
~There is a long scar that runs down Lukas’ back. It starts on the right side of his neck and ends on his left hip. He is very self-concious about it.

{ General Clothing Style }
When not wearing his robes, Luke’s style tends to be very laid back. He prefers to wear loose, comfortable clothing. He’s generally seen wearing jeans, t-shirt, and sweatshirts. He likes running sneakers and skater shoes. He also likes to wear caps and snapbacks.




{ "Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong to live as well as think." }




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{ Patronus }
Luke’s patronus is a dragon. Truthfully, no one is more proud of their patronus than Luke. He has affectionately named him Ladon, after the one-hundred headed dragon that protected the golden apples in the garden of Hesperides.
Ladon is about six feet tall at the shoulder, being more than 10 feet tall all together. He’s more than 20 feet long from head to tail, however his tail makes up for almost a third of his body length.

{ Patronus Memory }
To some, Luke’s Patronus Memory seems rather ordinary, even silly, to be considered one of his happiest memories. It was a sunny day, about four years ago. Luke and his mom, dad, and older sister were driving to a local ice cream parlor. Luke had scored the winning goal to end the local soccer-league championship. He ordered his favorite ice cream, Strawberry with chocolate fudge, and the entire family ate their sweet treats together. They were all so happy. Luke remembers his sister laughing and almost dropping her ice cream on her lap. He had gotten some fudge on his nose and his mom wiped it off, with protest from Luke. In the moment, everything seemed perfect. Even though this is one of his happiest memories, Luke can’t help but grow teary eyed when thinking of his life back in Germany.




{ "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it." }




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{ Place of Origin }
Munich, Germany

{ Happiest Memory }
One word: painting.
Luke has never been good with any other form of art besides music. His older sister, Diana, use to be his best friend. She was born of two pure-blood parents, but ended up with not a single drip of magical blood in her body. Instead of wallowing her sadness regarding her muggle-ness, she pursued a career in the arts, mainly painting and drawing. One day, when she was eighteen and he was fourteen, she decided that she would teach Luke to paint. So, for the entire day, the two were shut up in her room. When Luke thinks back to that hot summer evening, he can envision it perfectly.

The two went through countless canvases, all of them holding Luke’s... attempts at painting something. Diana guided Luke’s brush-clutching hand across the white canvas, quietly muttering words of encouragement into his ear. With a cry of frustration, Luke threw the paintbrush on the ground. It was good thing Diana had covered the floor with a tarp. He’d shout about how pointless this was and how hot the room was. And instead of trying to calm him down, Diana started arguing back. In ended up in a full-out brawl between them, which led to the two grappling and rolling on the ground. Diana’s back had bumped into a table, and with a loud splat, a container of thick, yellow paint drenched Diana’s body, some of it splashing onto Luke.

They both immediately broke into a fit of giggles, rolling around on the ground once more, now in laughter. Once they had calmed down, they went back to painting as if nothing happened. At the end of the day, the finished product was a crude painting of a bowl of fruit and a stronger bond between siblings. Short moments with Diana clutter Luke’s memory, filling him with different emotions, happiness and sadness alike.

{ Saddest Memory }
It was dark, gloomy August day. Luke was not born with Astraphobia, he developed it because of this day.
Thunder boomed overhead, making the house shake each time lightning struck. Luke was home along with Diana. He had always hated lightning storms, but Diana feared them. Diana was born with Epilepsy, and her going into seizures was not an uncommon occurrence.

They sat on the couch together, watching tv. Both would flinch when a clap of thunder sounded. Diana more so. But then, the inevitable happened, and she began to have a seizure. This wasn’t the first time something like this happened around Luke. He was always prepared. Within seconds he had dialed for an ambulance. There was a tightness in his chest as he held her head in his lap. Something seemed off this time. Once it ended, Diana grew still.

Luke sighed, glad that it was over. He stared down at her, and his eyes grew wide. Her chest wasn’t rising and falling. Luke pressed his hand over her heart, panic spreading through his body as he felt a very faint beat. He began to hyperventilate as the beat simply stopped. Luke screamed her name, held her shoulders and shook her, as if trying to wake her up. He was crying so hard, he couldn’t see or hear anything. He remembered the paramedics having to tear him away from her. A few hours later, his parents came back from their business trip. The doctor said that Diana had suffered from SUDEP, otherwise known as sudden unexpected death in epilepsy. They were unsure of what had actually killed her, they just knew the seizure had triggered it.

To this day, whenever there is a thunderstorm, Luke can be found cowering in a closet, images of his sisters death body flashing before his eyes.

On normal days when Luke has completed his homework, he can be seen drawing in a sketchbook. If one were to look in the sketchbook, they would be rather confused by their findings. All of the pages are cluttered with one crudely drawn girl, over and over, getting progressively better as the pages go on. The girl is Diana.

Many would say that Luke and Diana’s bond was too close, but they were best friends. When Luke had returned to Hogwarts, one boy made a comment how Diana’s death would only do the family good. Two teachers had to pry Luke off of him. The boy was in the infirmary for more than a week. If not for Luke’s father’s way with words, he probably would have been suspended, or worse, expelled.

Not many of Luke’s friends know about Diana, and he wishes to keep it that way.

So begins...

Lukas Chance Burchard's Story

ImageThe Great Hall was filled with light, food, teachers, and all of the students except for the first years, who were just entering now. Various things from pumpkin juice to chocolate cake adorned the platters on the tables. Each house ghost, excluding the Bloody Baron, were there as well. The Great Hall was just that. It was great in size, in standards, in supply if food, and just it's overall Imageaura. The ceiling was high above, and floating in the air were various magical candles and floating orbs of light.

Above each house table was its banner. Gryffindor's lion, Ravenclaw's eagle, Slytherin's snake, and Hufflepuff's badger, all in their house colors. Each one filled with the students who had been sorted in the previous years. Each bustling with people. As the first Imageyears walked down the long path between the tables, anxiety and whispering could be heard throughout. "What house will I be?" "Who are they?" "Is that who I think it is?" "I wonder how many of them are mud bloods this year". The whispers were obviously there, though not all were clear. Nearly Headless Nick swore he had forgotten something again, before adjusting his head so it wasn't hanging off.
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The sorting hat sat there, the one thing who would choose what house they would be. This hat had seen more anxiety, anger, and disbelief then any other being alive. And now, it would reach into the minds of these students and place them where they belong. The first name was then called forth. Liam Porter.
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As Liam sat on the stool, the sorting hat was placed on his head. "Liam Porter, eh? You have quite a few brothers, at least two I believe still attend here. Another Porter. You are very loyal...but, you are also very brave. Courage runs strong in you like your brothers. Maybe Hufflepuff....but I think I know a better place. Among your brothers. GRYFFINDOR!!!" The Gryffindors cheered and then chanted together. "You belong in Gryffindor where dwell the brave at heart! Our daring nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart!"
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The next name called was Octavia O'Conner. She approached the stool, slid on then the hat was placed on her pale hair. "Not much wit in the head but there is bravery but more than that, loyalty. You aren't afraid of bad things to come and I believe your brother was quite the same. Well Ms. Octavia. I believe you belong in.... HUFFLEPUFF!" Again there was cheering and yet another chant. "You belong in Hufflepuff where they are just and loyal! We Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil!"

The other students were sorted and then the feast began. It is a happy time at Hogwarts as the young first years meet new friends in their houses or even, new enemies.




[ OOC: Not trying to be rude by not including the Ravenclaw and Slytherin first years but I have nothing to go off of as a name thing. Truly sorry if I offend anyone. ]

Liam wasn't surprised. Every Porter who ever went under that hat seemingly became a Gryffindor. He was more worried about people knowing who he was. After all, his story made the front page twice. "Ministery Official's Death and Son barely survives after a few days alone in the snow filled forest" still rang into his ears from others voices, despite the lengthy name. It was a big story, his father dying, and Liam managing to reflect a curse out of pure luck. But to him, every time he heard was just another reminder his father was dead, and he watched it happen. His family was all affected, but he witnessed the death himself. And he was the closest with their father. It bothered him more then others. And people tended to treat you differently already when your mother was as high up in the Ministry as his.

That didn't mean he showed it though. He hid behind his normal self, full of jokes and courage and loyalty. As he sat down at the table around fellow Gryffindor's, a familiar face caught his attention. It was his brother, Daniel. "Welcome to the club Liam" he mentioned, messing up Liam's hair. Liam smiled somewhat, but also was annoyed.

"I thought I told you to stop doing that!" Liam mentioned, as his other brother Tristen added "Now you are stuck with us. Also means you can stop using my bed at home since you're here now".

Liam looked towards the other Gryffindor's nearby. "Please tell me they are less annoying here then at home. And Tristen, ground rule, no messing with me before a test or I start mentioning certain stories. Understood?" At least they stopped calling him "The Boy who Survived". Granted he did survive three days alone in the woods wounded, but he hated the idea of being like Harry Potter. While he did have this great history, Liam wasn't a big fan of that spotlight, and it implied he was prone to danger. Which, while he denied it, he was.

He just hoped the school year wouldn't be as disaster out, or that he would get so much "special treatment". But he would brave it all the same, no matter what.

(NPC Porters, activate! Anyways, if anyone wants to make one of them as an actual character I wouldn't mind).

(Also, the similarities between Porter and Potter is coincidental. I just noticed it myself in this post).




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The Great Hall buzzed with excitement while the children of the houses ate their food.
The Headmaster was quietly conversing with some of the other teachers while sometimes
locking eyes with a child. The first one he locked eyes with was Octavia. She turned to her
brother, inquiring. "Brother... Who is that man in the middle of the teacher's table?" She
questioned as Miles moved on to look at some of the other children. He turned to his
fellow teachers and had slight conversation as did Octavia before the Headmaster stepped
up to the podium. The lights flickered to get attention but then he began speaking. "I would like
to extend a hand of welcoming to the first years. May your future be bright and prosperous.
Now. I must inform everyone that entering the dark forest is forbidden, unless you want to
live like Sir Nicholas here."
He motioned to the ghost who took his head off which received a
few Ewws and some people mentioning that it was cool. Miles continued on. "Now, Prefects
will escort the first years of their house to the dormitories and then tomorrow you will be able
to explore the grounds."
I wish all of you happy dreams and wonderful friendships. With
that, most of the people in the hall got up to leave towards the dormitories. Octavia looked at
Kieran. "Do I have to go with the Prefect brother?" She questioned hesitantly.