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Robert McCullough

Ferre - Fifth Year

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a character in “Witchcraft And Wizardry”, as played by Pimp Biscuit


Robert Atlas McCullough


Basic Info

Name: Robert Atlas McCullough
Age: 15
Gender: Male
House: Ferre
Pet: Mixed breed Maine Coon (Named Faust)
Birthplace: Portland, Oregon
Nationality: Pureblood
Wand: Dogwood W/Unicorn Hair Core, Thirteen Inches, Spingy

  • Being called Atlas, or Robbie.
  • Muggle Culture
  • Social Events
  • Good Natured Teasing
  • Loyalty
  • Cats

  • Being called Robert.
  • His Parents...
  • Being Stereotyped
  • Stressful Situations
  • Rodents
  • Elitists


Robert may not be intelligent as others, and he may not be as interesting, but the one thing that makes him who he is the kindness in him. A loyal friend to the end, there isn't a bone in his body that would make him turn against a friend. Always the first to offer help, or even a shoulder to cry on. His own sensitivity may be masked behind a wall of indifference, but he is empathetic enough to show sympathy when need be. He can be a little strange or even seem stand-offish to anyone who doesn't know him. With friends he is always laughing and smiling, never one to bring a situation down.

Unfortunately he can still be somewhat of a jerk in his own way. Mostly because he is a blundering idiot with a way of saying the wrong things at the wrong time or making a joke when its inappropriate. He tries his best to stay on good terms with people, but sometimes just the way he is makes people turn away from him. He can be annoying at times, but that is usually due to his determination when it comes to getting what he wants. Unfortunately he can be overwhelming to most people, which is why his pool of friends is rather small. The thing about him that most can see right of that he is adaptable and brave. Change doesn't effect him in the slightest, in fact he often embraces change when it comes his way.

Sometimes he can be a little snarky or sarcastic, but he rarely gets angry. Although if he ever does his anger is usually volcanic. He has an inherited habit of crying when he is angry. Which in turns makes him all the more angry. He is usually a little reckless when it comes to his anger, and if an argument comes to blows its usually his fault.


Roberts parents are both Pureblood, and both of them are extremely prejudiced. Despite raising Robert in an area with a high muggle population. He grew up playing with the neighborhood kids, who were all muggles, without his parents ever noticing. As he got older though they put more restrictions on him. When they found out he had an innocent crush on a young muggle girl they became enraged. They tried to drill the same prejudiced views into his head, but he only came to resent them more for it. Eventually his acceptance to Magnus Grexx got him out from under his parents thumb, allowing him to finally be free from them for a while. Though during the holidays he is always stuck going back to them. He knows if he ever professed to his parents that most of his friends at Magnus Grexx happen to be halfbloods or muggle borns they would likely pull him from school. So he keeps his school and home life separate from each other.


Do you know much about the Harry Potter Universe?:
Read the books and watched the movies as they came out (Yes I am that old.)
So I know quite a bit.

How often do you get online?:
I pop in every day to check things out.

How often can we expect you to be able to post?:
Every other day at the least, everyday at the most.

Password: Copper Cauldron!

So begins...

Robert McCullough's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Natasha Daggerman Character Portrait: Waylon W. Wolfsbach Character Portrait: Stephen Schwarz Character Portrait: Bobby Burkinson Character Portrait: Nora Selene Gray Character Portrait: Abraham Delavergne
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Bobby Burkinson, The boy who had it all. He was everything a luscious pureblood family would want. To achieve, a feeling of accomplishment. To rule, a feeling of entitlement. To feed, the crave of hunger. These things are what made him who he aspired to be in the wizarding world. "Why would they leave me? Why would they put me away as if I was useless? Imperfect? a complete and utter nothing.." His thoughts reconciled. The air was filled with magic, chocolate cards and flavored beans being stepped on at the second, and the smell, like strawberries in the summer. He could just taste the sweet treat on his tongue, if only.

Bobby grabbed his luggage, followed by tugging lightly on his pet owl Pola."Oh come on you dumb twig! I didn't spend my last galleons on you for this!" He mumbled a slight curse under his breath entering the cruise as he walked forward, entering what appeared to be simply magnificent."Holy.." His mouth dropped in awe, nodding to himself in secret of the compartment room. He sat his luggage down, cracking his neck with a short sigh as he crossed his leg over the other.

"Now..if only I had a little mudblood to keep me company." He chuckled to himself, watching as fellow students passed by into there rooms. Bobby would have three others join him, and he wasn't one for a great conversation about simply anything so to himself, he was all that'd be needed. He pulled out his wand sitting it on the table next to him, slouching in his seat as he stared at the pouring rain, dripping and dropping against the hard steel glass. "It'll break..eventually." His snickering became depressing and his urgency to walk in such a close space became disturbing.

His ramblings came to a holt, as the woman opened the door. "Anything off the trolley dear?" He responded hastily, grinning with a slick smile that could break a mirror, shutting the door fast in the poor woman's face."I don't need anything from the fowl likes of her."He thought to himself in delight. Bobby was on the verge of being completely out of it. He was a mental nutcase that was entrapped inside, waiting to talk to someone other than himself. With no time needed he exited, walking to the back where a small crowd of student's were.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Natasha Daggerman Character Portrait: Natalie Dumonte Character Portrait: Waylon W. Wolfsbach Character Portrait: Stephen Schwarz Character Portrait: Isabella Gray Character Portrait: Gideon Caulfield
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Bobby stood at the front of the cruise, looking on at the sight of Magnus with awe and aspiration within. He couldn't control how much his lust for returning outpaced itself. "Ah, fresh air indeed.. He thought silently to himself. He fixed his posture and licked his lips, followed by untying the knot in his freshly green tie. Bobby sniffed, once and again, finding himself uncontrollably sneezing at that. He whipped his nose with his arm, shaking his head as a sign of relief as he peaked over, noticing something strangely odd, grotesque rising to the top of the ocean losing all hope as his face changed from relief to horror within seconds.

They were humongous, rising in the league of hundreds, mermen and maid alike. All holding on tightly to their tridents and pitchforks. But they were waiting, almost as though they had been signaled. With shock came blood, as the skies lit up in a dash of multiple colors, snakes in fact, swirling around the other, almost hissing like a python in the Egyptian deserts. He gripped tightly onto his wand, turning left to face the cold that awaited him.

Men, covered in masks and smoke. Demons he thought? But he knew all too well for what was to come. Screams filled the air, followed by laughter and spells shouting left and right from one another. He fell down, watching the death eaters board the cruise one by one, filling what joy the students had with coldness, rain and death.

He pulled out his wand, breathing heavily with short pauses to catch his breath. Where were the others? Were they safe? Secure? His thoughts mesmerized and changed, crossing his arms as he hid under the cupboard by the deck, surrounded by spells shooting back and forth. "We're at deck! We're at deck!" The captain cried, stopping the cruise to a halt as Bobby exited. Pushing, following and running for his life.

"Dementors! Dementors!" A poor young girl screamed, pointing to the skies as they fell like rain. Bobby could see the carriages in clear view that would lead him to the school, safe and unharmed. He sped up his pace and ran, turning his back to see an all out war still on the cruise. "Faster, I must.." He repeated by the dozens. He could see it, the carriage just a few distances away, finally, he had made it.

Too soon the boy had hoped. Bobby clenched hard onto the carriage door, unknowingly realizing his fate would be decided right there. A word came..followed by a flash of green light. Bobby hit the floor with a face that had been filled with pink now cold like ice. He was dead.