LOVEJOY, ETHAN CHARLES

[erin]

* ethan c. lovejoy ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Ethan Charles Lovejoy

NICKNAMES N/A

DATE OF BIRTH July 30th

AGE Eighteen

GRADE/YEAR Sophomore

ELEMENT Water

SEXUALITY Homosexual

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Darren Criss

EYE COLOUR Hazel

HAIR COLOUR Curly dark brown, almost black

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5’9, 150 lbs

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Ethan’s smile is always the first thing people notice about him. It tends to favor his left side, making more of a smirk. A gap stands between his two front teeth and is easily noticed. He refuses to correct the flaw because he likes the little quirk about him.
CLOTHING STYLE Ethan likes to look nice most of the time, but still will throw on sweats when going to class. He’s got a wide variety of clothes anything from a flannel to a button-up and bow tie. Whatever he’s wearing he’s usually conscious of the fact that it looks good.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• outgoing

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NEGATIVE TRAITS

• goofy

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LIKES

• theatre
  
• coffee
  
• the ocean
  
• his guitar
  
• concerts

DISLIKES

• rude people
  
• bullies
  
• needles
  
• spiders
  
• feeling out of place
  

STRENGTHS

• musical/acting ability
  
• strong sense of self
  
• loyal friend
  

WEAKNESSES

• opening up to others
  
• has little athletic ability/physical strength
  
• problem with focusing/staying on task (has ADD)
  

FEARS

• never being accepted
  
• living the rest of his life alone
  
• never feeling like a part of the family
  

BEST MEMORY The day Ethan discovered that he could control the element of water was the happiest day of his life. After spilling a glass of water, he went to mop it up with a paper towel. The water began to stream from the spill into the paper towel. He finally felt like there was a reason he never felt truly comfortable around normal people.

WORST MEMORY Waking up in the hospital after he attempted suicide. The worst part was that he thought for once in his life his father would show him some sincerity but instead he seemed ashamed, and then told Ethan he was being selfish in his actions.

LONG-TERM GOAL Ethan dreams of finally being accepted by his dad. He wants to be successful in his life, finally making it to Broadway and living out his dream.

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* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Rosalina Susan Lovejoy (Nichols), Politician (deceased)

FATHER Robert Marshall Lovejoy (45), Senator

SIBLINGS Bobby Richard Lovejoy (25), Lawyer

OTHER n/a

HISTORY
Robert Lovejoy married his high school sweetheart and seemed on a good path to achieving his political goals after graduating from Harvard Law School. The couple had two sons, and everything seemed picturesque until Rosalina was killed in a fatal car accident when the boys were just two and nine. Ethan grew up without ever knowing his mother besides pictures and home videos. And on top of that, he never felt truly home in his house.

It was clear Ethan was a little left of center from a young age. As much as his conservative father wanted to ignore it, Ethan was never the typical boy. He played with dolls, pranced around the house singing, and failed miserably at most athletic opportunities. As a child most of his friends were girls and many of the boys in his class ostracized him. He never thought he was different than the rest of the crowd; he merely did what pleased him. On top of everything, Ethan never did well in school and eventually was diagnosed with ADD. Much to his father’s disdain, Ethan was nothing like his older brother, Bobby. A star athlete, honor roll student, and well-known around town, Bobby never ceased to make his old man beam with pride. Whereas Ethan’s nascent musical and theatre talent went largely unnoticed by him.

By the time he was thirteen, Ethan began to realize his personality and attributes were different than most boys his age. When most of the pubescent boys around him were completely focused on playing sports and talking about girls, Ethan was fully honed in on learning music and being involved with his local theatre. It was also around this time that he enrolled in the Academy. He had thought the disappointment that his father always showed him couldn’t get worse, but his discovering of his powers proved him wrong. His son was even more out of the norm. Ethan, however, was ecstatic to escape his home. He felt tired of never making his father happy and always being compared to Bobby. Sure, his father supplied his sons with a massive home and the family was very wealthy. But Ethan hated it all. He hated the wealth and the type of people they associated with especially since his father was running for senator at the time. He hated how uncomfortable he felt in his home and how his father never failed to let him know how he should be more like his brother. He was ready to leave.

And the first two years at the Academy proved to be more life-changing than Ethan had expected. He finally came out to himself that he was gay. And the self-realization had proved to be rather simple. Ethan felt as if he had always known and his self-confidence was strong enough to accept himself. But coming out to his father was a whole other thing. The summer after tenth grade, Ethan finally came out to him and the result made him wish he hadn’t. Instead of being outwardly angry, his father was ashamed. He pretended as if Ethan was just going through a phase and ignored him more than before. And that was also the summer Ethan attempted to kill himself by overdosing on his ADD medication. His father had driven him to the edge, to where he could no longer take it. His depression took over and pushed him past his breaking point. But, Bobby had found him in enough time to save him and Ethan woke up a day later in the hospital. Instead of being worried, his father made sure his shame was seen, angry at him for pulling such a stunt. His campaign for senator was in full swing and being a strict Republican candidate, something like this certainly wouldn’t help him win. And the attempted suicide would only call more attention to the fact that Ethan was gay.

Ethan returned to school with a new attitude. He realized that he had been given a second chance for a reason. He was tired of letting his father constantly put him down. He accepted and loved himself and that was all that mattered. The years passed and he graduated high school, deciding to remain at the Academy for college. Now a sophomore, Ethan is a musical theatre major and works at a music store, giving guitar lessons.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME erin

YOUR AGE seventeen

RP EXPERIENCE about 4 years

HOW'D YOU FIND US? ad on other board

SECRET WORD silver bullets

RP SAMPLE

The wind roared outside the castle’s tower, snow covering every inch of vision. The room slightly shook with the wind as the howling outside grew louder. Under the covers of his four-poster bed, Neville curled his legs in tight, hoping to get warmer. He pulled the sheets over his head, in an effort to muffle the sound. No such luck. The other boys in the dormitory had dozed off hours ago, snores echoing throughout the room. The room was pitch black. Any source of light from the moon had been extinguished by the growing storm. Rolling over, he tried to fall asleep but to no avail. He rubbed his eyes knowing sleep wasn’t going to come easily. He figured he ought to get out of bed and take a trip to the common room. At least there he wouldn’t have to put up with the deafening snoring.
He scratched the back of his head and sat up, rather annoyed with his body’s refusal to sleep. Sliding his feet into a pair of slippers, he tugged his robe tighter around him and snatched his wand from his bedside. While doing this, he stubbed his foot against the table.
“Ow!” He winced, biting his lip. Then something fell off the table, landing with a loud thud. Under his breath, he muttered “Lumos” and the tip of his wand lit. He inspected the floor and realized his book Goshawk’s Guide to Herbology had fallen when his foot hit the table. He quietly picked it up and tucked it under his arm. He paused for a second to make sure no one had awoken and then continued out the door.
Neville crept down the stairs emptying into Gryffindor’s common room. Not to his surprise, the room was deserted. However, the small remains of a fire still crackled in the fireplace. He nestled himself into a squishy armchair right beside the fireplace. The room was completely black besides the warm orange glow emanating from the fire. The heat felt good on his face and Neville found himself smiling. He cracked open the book he had brought out, but as he did so, a picture fluttered out from it and onto his lap. Curiously, he picked it up and flipped it over. Smiling back at him was Ginny Weasley and himself at the Yule Ball in his fourth year. In the picture they were laughing because Neville had consistently stepped on Ginny’s feet nearly every song, he remembered. He was suddenly filled with a warm feeling and not because of the fire.
Sighing, Neville found himself suddenly full of thoughts. The issue of ‘girls’ was one he preferred not to delve into. In the case of Ginny, he had decided, was one of just friends. He knew perfectly well that his feelings for her stayed in the limits of good friends; not that a girl like her would fall for a guy like him anyways. No, Neville had little luck with the other sex. Not that he cared to, or at least that was what he told himself. Girls were practically of another species to him. He found himself tongue-tied and red-faced around them. Either that or the girls he knew would never even begin to consider him in that sense.
Neville tucked the photo back in the book. He rested his head back against the chair, figuring with his mind running like this he would never get to sleep. But in a matter of minutes, Neville had dozed off, confused by the inner workings of girls.

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[TAYLOR THE CANADIAN]

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