MCTAVISH, KEATS SAIDON

[keats]

Player's Name: Cat
Other Characters: Molly Prewett/Bellatrix Black
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Name: Keats Saidon Mctavish
Alias: Just Keats
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: 22nd of December
Gender: Male
Blood: Pure
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Wand: Vine wood, 10¾ inches, Phoenix feather
Pet: An owl called Lucky
Special Ability: N/A
Year: Seventh
House: Slytherin

Best Subject: Herbology
Worst Subject: Charms
Quidditch: Chaser on the Slytherin House Team
Patronus: Keats cannot produce a patronus
Hair: Long for a male, jet black and straight
Eyes: Cold, dull and dark brown.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 151lbs

Keats is an outcast. He has little to no friends and no family that give a damn about him. As a result, Keats is a very cold and suppressed person. Like most children growing up in Hogwarts under his circumstances, Keats turned to the Dark Arts as an alternative for feeling useless and weak. If he was powerful, surely then would people finally notice him.

Since he rarely receives compliments, Keats has a very low self esteem. He also has never known to show affection to anyone other than his mother. Although he appears to be un-edged, disturbed and mistrusted, Keats has very good social skills. He is very good at using his words to manipulate situations to work in his father. Thus, he is extremely cunning. Keats believes he would have inherited his social skills from his father, but hates to admit it. Although Keats may be brilliant with his words, he is a very average student. He has little motivation for his school work, and nearly no motivation for anything at all except Quidditch and a certain blonde girl. Keats couldn't care less if he was loved or hated by the entire school, for other peoples opinions on him died a long time ago in his mind. Keats just hopes to graduate in peace, find a job he is comfortable with and live a lonely life until he decides his own time is up.

Indus Mctavish was on the verge of a breakdown. She could feel it, like a lump in her throat or a migraine between the eyes. She needed to break free. It was her mother’s idea to marry Marquee, for he was rich and handsome with generations of pureblood against his name, and Indus was an ideal candidate. The Mctavish family, a very aristocratic family, was a well-known and popular name in the wizardry world. Indus was introduced to Marquee when she was sixteen. Her petiteness attracted him, with her dainty wrists and tiny waist which made her an impressionable weak female. She was to marry this man, entitle herself to a percentage of everything he was worth and to have children with him. Then she would raise her sons to be fine like their father, and her daughters as useful and obedient as herself. Indus Mctavish had no say in the life that she lived, for it was her only option except to abandon her family and flee. But Indus wasn’t strong enough to stand up for herself, no, it was much easier just to be a good wife. After all, what else was she good for? As much as she wished she could taste freedom on the tip of her tongue, she knew she would die as miserable as she had been on her wedding day. This was the only life for her, and nobody cared to notice. She was a prisoner stuck in her own reality.

Indus bore Marquee a son when she was just nineteen, just less than a year after she’d wed. Marquee was most satisfied with this, and he boasted to all his important friends and contacts about the birth of his incredible son. He was named Tarquin, deprived from the Roman name Tarquinius, and he was most important for carrying on the Mctavish name. Tarquin grew to be incredible attractive, with luscious blond locks that fell above his shoulders with startling blue eyes, he was a replica of his father in his youth. When he was five, he was already displaying his magical abilities and by age nine Marquee was already teaching his curses from his own wand. Though Indus disapproved of this, she said nothing. Her opinion was invalid. Marquee loved Tarquin, and valued his presence much more than his wife’s. Tarquin was his pride and joy, for he had molded him with values he held himself. Knowledge was power, and power was control. Tarquin grew to be cunning, witty and sly and just before he left for Hogwarts, Indus found herself pregnant again.She knew Marquee did not desire to have anymore children, but she had let herself fall pregnant on purpose. Now that her only son was about to leave for a boarding school, she needed something to distract herself from always being around her husband. She longed for a baby so much, that she was willing to lie to Marquee in order to do so. She did not tell him for several months that she was pregnant until she was forced to once she started showing. Marquee was furious, and severely beat her for deliberately disobeying him. As heartbroken as she was that Marquee would abuse her so ruthlessly, she kept her baby and Keats Saidon was born into the Mctavish family.

Keats grew up in the wealthy area of Chelsea in London, in a handsome house that was more than accommodating for his averaged size family. Though his life may have looked as though it was filled with riches, there was no love in his family except from his desperately lonely mother.Unlike his brother, Keats was not loved by his father as much as his mother. Coincidentally, Keats also took his looks after his mother, with brown straight hair instead of blonde, but still had the same bright blue eyes as his father. Keats barely saw his brother while he was growing up, only on holidays and special occasions. Not that it mattered anyway; Tarquin wouldn’t give Keats the time of day, brother or not. To him he was a nuisance, a younger brother who wasn’t up to his standards and cramping his style. It did not surprise Keats that Tarquin would tell his friends that he was an only child. Only those who recognized Keats surname would often make the connection, but Keats wasn’t all for making impressions anyway. The non-existent relationship he had with his brother was the least of his troubles. It was the abusive relationship his father had with his mother that would keep him up at night. His father, however, never touched Keats, possibly because he was scared of the outcome in his coming old age. He knew his father had made many enemies, and was famously known to associate himself heavily with the dark arts. He had bad karma coming, and abusing Keats wasn’t going to help it.

When Keats was accepted into Hogwarts, it was bittersweet. He would have a chance to leave his father and brother and start his magical education at the school he’d heard so much about, but he’d also be abandoning his mother. She was weak, now, both physically and emotionally. He knew she needed to escape the wretchedness she called her life and find herself again, but Keats was worried she was already too far gone. He was sorted into Slytherin, like the rest of his family had been but he had secretly hoping not to be. He knew by being sorted into any other house would piss his father off even more, actually giving him a reason to hate Keats instead of holding a grudge against him that was unavoidable. But he found himself comfortable in Slytherin, and made friends easily. His worries about home soon left him, and he found a new home in Hogwarts.

The worst day of Keats life occurred on his 14th birthday. His father sent him a letter by owl, which arrived at the breakfast table with a small amount of cards. He was surprised that his father had bothered to send him a birthday greeting, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. A short, brief message had been scribbled onto a piece of parchment. It read: “Your mother is dead, she killed herself last night. Don’t come home for the holidays, there will be nothing here for you.” Keats couldn’t sleep right for weeks after he read those words. The only person who ever loved him was dead, and now he had no home or family to go to. It took him a few weeks, but he eventually masked up the courage to speak to the headmaster about his condition. After a long in depth conversation, where Keats was forced to explain the situation of his family life, that he now had no contact with neither his father nor brother, Keats was offered two solutions. He could sign himself into an orphanage, or stay with his distant Aunt Mersia, the sister of his father whom he had not met since he was an infant. Deciding on the better of the lather, Dumbledore contacted his Aunt and the following summer he was shipped off to her mansion in Northern Ireland. He rarely saw or spoke to his Aunt, for she was always on important business. This suited Keats perfectly; for he was under the impression his aunt despised him anyway, and was grateful for the huge house she lived in with cooks and maids to keep him company while she ignored him. She did, however, slap him across the face one evening after dinner when she thought he had been stealing from her. Keats ignored the horrible and abusive names she called him and his dead mother; his tolerance to this kind of mistreatment was so thick he barely flinched at her attempts to upset him.

Around the same time his mother died, Keats met Annie Holliday. Like him, she was a second year but she was a Gryffindor, but a muggle-born. If anything his father ever taught him besides what a cruel, heartless old man he was, it was to never trust a muggle. Mudbloods, as his father would say, were the scum under the earth’s fingers. They were weak, pathetic, vulnerable and ignorant to the power purebloods hold against them. They were vile, horrible excuses for human beings who dared tried to banish all kinds of magic in the 18th century, and since then witches and wizards around the world have not forgotten. Keats father, whenever he was drunk on whiskey, would rant to him for hours, bragging about the torturing he performed on muggles in his younger days as a rebellious wizard. It was about the only time his father actually took notice of him, when he was going on about muggles. Annie, however, wasn’t like the muggles his father had described to him. She was pretty, nice, sweet and popular. Keats noticed she was often teased for being a muggle-born witch, which his fellow classmates in Slytherin had the same attitude as his father, and for many terms Keats played along with them. Annie learnt to despise Keats, for he became a ringleader to a group of Slytherins who were also born and raised to hate on muggle blood. Because Keats felt accepted, he kept mocking Annie for who she was and soon became her biggest known enemy. But when he wasn’t taunting her, he watched her and admired her from afar. She, too, looked as misunderstood as he had been, and the resemblance they shared was enough to draw Keats into her. He became obsessed with her, terrified to show his true feelings for her and went to extreme lengths to make her life at Hogwarts a personal hell. He sabotaged her possessions, murdered her owl and stole things of value to her. All these things he achieved with great difficulty, and managed to keep in secret against her, but still managed to take advantage of her misfortune by making it his own.

In his sixth year, Keats learnt that his brother had recruited himself into Voldemort's army and became a death eater. Keats couldn’t have been any less surprised. With his family history, prejudice against muggles and fascination in the dark arts, he could have only guessed Voldemort would be the first person Tarquin turned to. He also found out the same year that his aunt was a Voldemort supporter too. He suspected his father might have ties with him also, or perhaps he was too old to care. With any luck, he might be dead, but Keats couldn’t know for sure. The expectations on him to follow in his brothers footsteps were there, but nobody cared if Keats went through with it. So his attitude changed. He suddenly stopped teasing Annie, and he suddenly stopped being so obsessed with the dark arts. He realized he was infatuated with Annie, and he always had been, but knew the possibility of her ever liking him now was almost nonexistent. So one evening, when she was returning from the Library, he followed her back to the Gryffindor tower and stunned her, kidnapped her and took her to Moaning Myrtle’s Bathroom. She was hysterical, begging for him to release her and whatever his intentions were to leave her unharmed. Keats was horrified with himself; he wasn’t trying to scare Annie, In fact, he was trying the do the very opposite. Confused at himself, finally seeing his psychotic tendencies he had once seen in his father, he let Annie go and she reported him immediately to her head of house.

Keats faced expulsion the next day, but he was not expelled. After he begged and pleaded with Dumbledore not to be expelled, he granted his wish and was given a months detention. Keats has explained his affection for Annie, and that he thought the only way she would speak to him alone is if he took her by force. In hindsight, the idea seemed crazy, but it felt as if it were the only way. A letter was sent home to his aunt explaining what he had done. When his aunt was aware of the situation, she was furious. Not at the fact that he had been unlawful at Hogwarts, but the fact he had feelings for this muggle-born was outrageous news. Under no circumstances was Keats to ruin his family’s reputation by associating himself with a Mudblood. She threatened him with his life, swearing she would notify his father of his actions and he himself would take great pleasure in disposing him. His aunt wept for him, for the disgrace he had set on the Mctavish name and for several generations of pureblood superiority about to go to waste. She would not let someone as worthless as Keats tarnish the family’s name. Scared and more of an outcast than he'd ever had been before, Keats returned back to Hogwarts for his seventh year and promised himself that he could never speak to Annie again; if he wanted his father to stay well away from him. But it seemed impossible, especially with the way she captivated him in a way he knew he couldn’t have her… but wanted her more than anything in this entire world. Since the start of this year, Keats has been completely neutral with Annie, very occasionally having the opportunity to speak to her in passing, but yet has to admit his true feelings for her, and his immense apologies for everything he has ever done for her. He knows his chances with Annie are bleak, and even now more dangerous if his family were to know of his intentions, but the very least he can do is try.

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