Post by JACOB SAMUEL BLENKINSOP on Sept 29, 2014 5:32:59 GMT 8
Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME Jacob Samuel Blenkinsop AGE & BIRTHDAY Twenty, born 17-March-2004 OCCUPATION Dragon trainer & Farm Hand, Gryffindor Graduate BLOOD STATUS Half-blood. FACE CLAIM Kit Harington. WAND TYPE Thirteen and one quarter inches, billywig stingers, apple wood. PATRONUS Pygmy Dragon. PETS The animals on the Blenkinsop farm are too many to list and he adores everyone of them. ABILITIES Animal affinity that is strong with all animals including magical creatures, his control over wandless and nonverbal magic is adequate. Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style He is the middle child, born eleven months after his brother, Matthew. While unplanned he is far from unwelcome. Four years later a sister, Abigail, follows rounding the family off at three, two boys and a girl, and together they are raised on a farm, just as their father was. The farm is their blood, generations of Blenkinsop's have grown up there and he is no different. He was raised wild and free - his world vast, open, and limitless. He believes anything is possible and nothing will ever stand in his way. Raised on tales of the dragons his father worked with before settling with his mother, dreaming of working in the flames. He is uncontrollable just like the creatures of his dreams, he does what he wants when he wants, his head strong and his heart always yearning for adventure. At five he is sent to primary school, if a dragon can be tamed then so can a young boy. An attempt to socialize him and prepare him for life away from the farm, better now then in six years time. Not much was expected of him, this wild boy with dark messy hair and warm brown eyes, a boy wilder than any beast they had ever managed. But he surprises them all by adapting with ease to the structure of a classroom. Unlike most boys he doesn't tease the girls by calling them names or pulling their hair. He's quiet and reserved doodling mythical creatures in the margins of his books. He doesn't develop a love for math, or writing, or even reading. He much prefers his early morning chores on the farm. He never fails to wake up early to tend to the animals, helping to feed goats and sheep. They did their best to keep him away from the hippogriffs,but that doesn't stop him from climbing into the rafters of the barns to watch the majestic creatures. They are hardly the beasts from his father's tale but they are enough to ignite the passion in his soul. The first time he met her she was in a dress made of fabric much finer then his worn flannel. His dad tells him to show her around the farm while he talks to her mum. He wasn't sure what to make of this girl who looked so out of place against the farm and yet something in her eyes made her seem as if this was where she belonged, here at the the Blenkinsop Farm. Before he could figure her out she was whisked away. His father later asked what he thought of her, before going on to tell him that he'd soon be seeing a lot more of her. She comes around more and more and soon her decides he is quite fond of her. She fits nicely into his world. Ria is easily family, and soon it is hard for him to remember a time when she wasn't a part of his life. She learns from his father about dragons, just as he does. Soon she trades her dresses in for his shirts trousers and starts to accompany him on his chores. She works with him often, they are companions in comfortable silence doing rounds of the tasks that children such as themselves are capable of. Once, he caught her stopping to stare up at the sky as a hippogriff soared above, he took her hand and pulled her along to a place hidden among the hills, a place where no one could see them but they could see all around, here they watched the hippogriffs, of more he watched her watch them, hoping the entire time she loved them as much as he did. How his heart soared when she looked to him and smiled. At age nine his family grows a little more when his mother and father bring a new girl, Vera, onto the farm, she is nearly the same age as himself and his parents tell him that he is going to be his new sister. It didn't take long for him to realize she wasn't like his other two siblings, not exactly, his mother explains she is likely a squib but that didn't mean she was any less important. He didn't quite understand just why being a squib meant her other mum and dad didn't want her, but what he does understand is that he is now her brother and he wasn't going to let anything bad happen to her. A year later a Hogwarts letter comes for his brother, it wasn't really a surprise but that didn't make him feel any better about the idea of his brother being away for nearly a year. When Ria came for her lesson that day he was quick to take her by the hand and drag her away into the hills he was mad and she was the only one he wanted to talk to. But he didn't talk, he just sat there with her quietly watching the hippogriffs in the sky. He can't bring himself to explain he is scared about what life is going to be like with out his brother on the farm, scared to know what its like to wake up and not have morning banter, to not have Matthew looking out for him. Some how it felt like she knew what he was feeling though, even if he hadn't said a word. At least he would still have her. Another year passes in the blink of an eye and soon he holds his own letter in his hands. He waits for Ria to come for her lesson that day before opening it, its the most restraint he had ever shown in his life. That September was both exciting and terrifying. The platform was crowded but he still managed to find Ria who was there with her brothers. It was painful knowing he was going to be away from her, he hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek just as he had with his own sisters, after all their years together playing in the fields, mucking out stalls, climbing trees, and having adventures it was hard to think of her as anything less then a part of his family. The train ride was the longest he had ever experienced, even the ones to follow would seem shorter. His brother had tucked him away into a compartment with some other first years and promised to see him after the sorting. For the better half of the ride he stays quiet out of nerves, its only when he is asked about where he is from that he finds himself opening up. Its easy to talk about the farm and talk about what he does, its possibly his favorite thing to talk about. His companions wide eyed as he talks about the beasts that have been on the farm, but before he can tell any more stories they are shooed off the train and into boats. He didn't have to wait long to be sorted, not like the poor girl whose surname started with an X. When he hat is placed upon his head it finds him to be a difficult choice, he'd do well among all the houses but in the end he was sorted among the lions. He looks to his brother in the crowd, Hogwarts was finally real. That night instead of sleep he scrawls a letter to Ria telling her all about the train ride and the ceremony - its funny almost how he has barely been gone a day and he already misses her. But its more then her that he misses. The castle air is nothing like the air back home. The bed feels strange and its the fist time in his life that he has ever slept in a bed other then his own. But he manages, and in time he adjusts. The holidays would come and soon summer, and then Ria would be with him again. The first few weeks were the longest weeks of his young life. Its was not as easy for him to make friends in the castle as it was to make friends on the farm. But in time he grows closer to his classmates, his dormmates, and his housemates. Soon enough its almost as if he has known many of them for most his life. By the time finals rolled around he was rather eager to get back to life on the farm. He basks in the sun that beats down on the fields once he is home. It wasn't long before he received news from Ria of her letter to Hogwarts while it stirred something inside him there was another feeling he had. His sister, Vera, even though she'd never said it he'd known she had been hoping she would show a sign of magic, that some how she too would get the letter inviting her to come study in the castle. But it didn't happen. It was a hot night when he caught Vera sneaking out, the entire house was still except for the two of them. He sat with her for hours and talked about why she wanted to run away, about how she thought since they now were sure she was a squib she would no longer have a place in their family. He did his best to console her, held her close and stroked her hair, all the while reminding her that no matter what they were her family now and they were never going to shoo her away. He never told the others about it, it was their secret. September came again but instead of feeling nervous like he had last year, he felt confident. He'd taken Ria by the hand after their good-byes and hurried her aboard so they could find a compartment together. He went on about all the things he was excited to show her about the school and how it was going to be an amazing year. Having her there made him feel complete even though he was far from home. Making time for Ria is hardly a task that overwhelms him. They are each other's shadow just like back on the farm, only this time there are no chores. He spends countless hours going over books with her, though he is hardly qualified to be her tutor so he finds himself thankful she didn't actually find herself in need of one. Still, he takes every chance he can to go over her work with her. Before his third year his family grows once more, but this time they are dressed in black with red swollen eyes.They tell him it was an accident, that he was in the wrong place at the right time. His father's brother, a man who had spent many weekend at the farm when he wasn't tending his own. Dragons after all, can be unpredictable. Out of loss came Wyatt, a boy two years his elder; his cousin but now his brother. It was hard to understand that Wyatt had been motherless since birth, having grown up with Catherine as a mother he was unable to picture what life would be like with out her warm hugs, her filling meals, and her tender kisses before bed. He finally starts to understand his family is not like others, they collect those discarded by the world. They welcomed strangers and friends alike with warm arms and tender hearts. He finally understood just what it meant to be a Blenkinsop. Summer time and holidays become something he lives for. Family meals around a full table. Brothers and sisters throwing mash at one another. Strangers from around the world breaking bread and telling stories of their travels. Over the years farm hands have come and gone, some return when others do not. He had always had his favorites. The Russian brothers who smell so heavily of their drinks it makes him ill but they tell the best stories of the fantastical beasts they have encountered around the world. The woman from Iceland who looks as if she could break him in half with out even trying but who has the sweetest words and a song for every mood. He lives through the stories he hears from them, dreams of the adventures they have had. He promises Ria that one day they can be just like them. One day. Its never easy for him to leave Vera and Abigail. Each holiday he finds himself wishing to sneak them along. He knows soon Abigail will join him, she is a bright girl who showed promise early on. It is Vera who makes his heart ache the most. He coddles her, perhaps a bit too much according to their mother, but he has never been able to help it. Fifth year comes and eleven year old Abigail joins himself and Ria on the journey to Hogwarts. For years he has come to look at Ria as one of his sisters, but as he watches the two of them on the train he knows the way he looks at Ria, the way he thinks of her, it is different from how he see's Abigail and Vera. Very different. He first noticed a few years prior after another boy looked at her for too long. It had stirred something in the normally passive boy, it made him feel as if he was on fire. He'd assumed it was because he didn't think the boy was good enough for her, no one was good enough for her. He denied the rumors that they were together, brushing them off with a smile and claiming she was like his sister. Inside he knew it was a lie. Each day he watched her mature and each day it had become harder to deny that he saw her as the furthest thing from his sister. But no one was good enough for her, especially not a farm boy like himself. Back when she came in silk dresses he never understood who she was, she was just Ria, a pretty girl who looked out of place. He knew better now, she came from a world different from his. She was not born to muck out stalls and feed pigs; she was born of class. Its the whispers that remind him he will never truly fit in her world, his family blood is muddied up after generations of careless procreation, his name holds no power or wealth. No one is good enough for her, especially not him. He does his best to focus more on his studies than his feelings. His passion has been the same since childhood. He has always been captivated by animals. He never struggled to bond with most creatures. He knows one day he will be like his father was, he will work with the beasts so many fear, one day he will work with dragons. His mother is not pleased with the idea, she dealt with the pain of worrying about his father for years before they settled down and started having children and she is in no hurry to start worrying about her son in the same way. But can he really stay on the farm after school is over? Can he stay and watch Ria fade from his life? The future keeps him awake at night. Its no easy task keeping his feelings from Ria. He was a boy with a heart too big for his chest, a boy who could feel so confident and yet so small. She was the one who he wanted in his life forever but he could never have. He tells himself he can be content with what they have. That watching over her was enough. He sees her as a sister, nothing more. He never was much of a convincing liar. The summer before his seventh year his parents entrust him to watch the farm for a week. His elder brothers are off hiking the Swiss Alps. His mother and father have gone off on a much deserved holiday alone. But it is in this week when the unthinkable happens. One of the barns had caught fire and Vera was in it. While any witch or wizard would manage a way safely through the flames Vera was defenseless. It was Jake who ran into the flames to get her, the farm healer had not come that day which meant Jake's only option was to apparate to St. Mungo's as the floo was not quick enough. He had only been licence that summer and in his panic something went wrong. He was howling in pain as they apparated into the magical hospital. Blood soaked his singed shirt. Vera was taken from his arms and hurried away to be tended to and it was not long before his world faded to black. When he awoke he found Vera seated beside his bed. Though his shoulder ached like never before he found himself filled with relief, it was that moment that he realized just how terrified he had been of losing her. He didn't have to wait for the healer to learn what had happened, he knew he had splinched. All that mattered though was his sister was safe. His parents returned from their holiday early to tend to the mess of the barn fire. It'd had left Vera and himself both a little shaken. He had always tried hard not to think of Vera has helpless because she was a squib but he found himself feeling more worry about her working on the farm for the rest of the summer. He felt embarrassed as he recounted the event to Ria, even more so when he showed her the scar he would dawn for the rest of his days. He'd never forget the look in her eyes as her fingers ran along his red jagged skin. Seventh year was over for him as quickly as it had started. One day he was walking the halls with Ria by his side and the next he was packing his trunk to head home from the castle for the very last time. Except he was not heading back home for long. He had kept his plan from Ria, at least the whole plan. He knew he was never going to get over her. He had long since given up on denying the truth. Instead when the train pulled up to the platform at Kings Cross he held her back and held her tight to his chest before kissing her like he would his own sisters. Except, he didn't. She was his best friend. She was the one he loved. And in the morning he was leaving her behind. So when he kissed the side of her mouth it was not how he would kiss his sisters, it was nothing like that as it was so much more. His night was spent telling his family good-bye. He is sleepless as he knows dawn will come and he will be portkeyed away to South America where he will work on training Peruvian Vipertooths the Amazonian Wyverns. When he should feel excited he feels nothing but hollow. Why didn't he tell Ria? In some ways he had hoped to slip out of her life easily, she didn't need some silly farm boy anymore. But on the other hand he wanted to be a stain on her soul that could never be washed away. He wrote to her that night, what was meant to be a short good bye turned into page after page, apology after apology. It was meant to be a final good-bye. She would be better off with out him. The thin air of the Andes took getting used to. But the people who sit around the camp fire night after night with remind him of home. Everyone has their own story to share and no two stories are the same. It was there he met her. For so long his world had revolved around Ria he had never been able to look at anyone else the same way. But he'd come here to free himself, to free her of himself. She tells him of the north, of winters he couldn't even imagine. She is a force to fear and yet he finds himself drawn to her. She pushes him away but it only makes him all the more curious. He understands later that might have been just what she had wanted of him. She teaches him more about the beasts they tend to than his own father had. She is the only other woman to captivate him in a way he could hardly understand, and yet she is second in his mind after Ria. Its half a year of banter before she pulls him into her tent one night. With her fiery hair, her razor sharp tongue and exotic accent she is nothing like Ria and yet some how through it all his thoughts are with the girl back back home. He tries to forget her though sleepless nights, but it only leaves him feeling empty inside. What he feels for her is hardly what he could hope for. She is everything he could want in a woman, except she is not the woman he wants. When winter turned to spring and he knew it is time to take his leave. It'd been almost a year since he had written to Ria, a year since he had seen her, a year since he had kissed her. While he was content with keeping his distance he found himself back on the platform waiting for the red train to pull up. After a year of nothing he found himself home when he met her eyes. Of course after not writing for a year her greeting was to be expected. He took it with a laugh though. While he had not intended on staying home for long his father, Barnabas, had taken ill. What was meant to be a week visit quickly turned into a six month stay. It was strange to find himself working the farm, in some ways it was as if he had never left. Between the farm, his parents, and his siblings, he found himself busy; but not busy enough. Ria was slowly creeping back into his life, only this time he didn't feel strong enough to push her away. They were scared like the flesh of his shoulder, but all scars fade with time. They were not the friends they used to be, they never could be. That had shattered when he kissed her on the train. He wasn't sure what they were anymore, or even what they could be. When his father was well enough to manage the farm again, he found himself taking leave to go back to the dragons only this time Ria was with him. It was how they said it would be as kids, and he thought that maybe things were going to turn out. Maybe someone was worthy of her. Maybe he was worthy of her. But he soon found things to be more complicated than he had expected when he found himself looking into the blue eyes he had grown to know the year prior, his fiery dragon trainer from the north. He knew than things would not be as simple as he'd hoped. He knew Ria could tell that he'd been her's, that she knew there was more to them than what he had let on, that this woman from the north knew more about him that she should have. He wasn't sure how he could explain himself. Nothing he could say would be right. For a simple boy he found himself in a very confusing situation. He'd never wanted to hurt Ria and yet he had. He'd never wanted to love another, but he had. Maybe he should have listened to his mother and stuck with the life of a farm boy. Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. ALIAS: Bonzi AGE: 27 DISCOVERY: Paige ♥ and I basically live here CHARACTERS: ALEKSI NIKITA IVANKOV, ALTAIR MAE POYNTER, AMERY CATHAL CAMBELL, AMITY CATHLEEN PARRIS, ANTOINE MARQUEZ LETOURNEAU, APOLLO JAMES BORDEN, AUBREY CAMILLA SCIARRA, AUGUSTINE VENIA IFINOH, AXEL TOBIAS MEAGHER, BAILEY IVO MCCONNELL, BEATRICE ADELAIDE DURSLEY, BRYONY CATE BUCHANAN, CASPIAN DMITRI CROSSHEART, DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS, ELEANOR CORDELIA WORRALL, EMILLA PÄIVÄ AALTO, EVIN MIKHAIL GREKOV, GERONE CARLOTTA CARPETHOS, GIDGET ANABEL HALE, ICARUS ALAWN LLEWELLYN, IMOGEN NIAMH MERRITT, IRINKA AKSINYA XANTHOPOULOS, ISAAC RYDER MCAVOY-GREYBACK, JACOB SAMUEL BLENKINSOP, JACQUELINE AURORA TALBOTT, LACHLAN WALLACE MONTGOMERY, LENNOX ELASIS BRYNJAR WILKOŁAK, NATHANAEL ANTOINE CLEMENCE, NYX DIONE MOON, OROCHI TACHIBANA, PASCAL ARISTIDE BORGIA, PAXTON POLARIS PRESCOTT, PHINEAS AJAX PAKARINEN, ROBERT SHAY WAGTAIL-HOLDEN, TAWNEE RAE ADDAMS, TIBERIUS DEAN THREASHER, YŪKI SATŌ NOTES: made by paige |
