bagman, atticus ludovic (joy might play him)

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atticus ludovic bagman

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FULL NAME :
“Atticus Ludovic Bagman, which is quite possibly the most awesome name my parents could have possibly chosen for me. They vehemently deny that I was named after Atticus Finch, but I say I am, because that guy is my hero and also, a total badass. Anyway, if you ask them, it’s a family name, as is Ludovic, which is my uncle’s name. You’ve probably heard of him. Ludo Bagman. He was a pretty boss Quidditch player in his time, and worked for the Ministry for awhile before he gambled all his money away and then tried to pay off the people he owed debts with Leprechaun gold, so most people have at the very least heard of him. You know. Scandals in the Ministry. Besides that last bit, he’s a pretty decent guy, though. A good namesake. Bagman means traveling salesman, which, you know, isn’t what I do for a living, but whatever.”
NICKNAMES :
“Really, what can you get out of Atticus? Att? Cussy? Not a lot, and nothing I’d really like to be called. It’s three syllables, I’m sure you can managed without a shortened version. I do just get called Bagman a lot. It’s an unfortunate surname, I know. That’s why I’d really like it if you could just call me Atticus.”
AGE :
“Twenty seven, but I feel a lot older. I’ve… been through a lot, I guess you could say, especially in the last few years, so they drag on for what feels like forever.”
BIRTHDAY :
“April ninth. Nothing special or exciting. I’m an Aries.”
WAND :
“Twelve and a half inches, cedar, and phoenix feather. It’s my third wand, and works slightly better for me than the second did, but it still feels odd in comparison to my first. It’s good for charms, which is mostly what I’m doing nowadays anyway, but still, I regret that my first wand was broken. Occupational hazard, I guess.”
FORMER HOUSE :
“I was a Ravenclaw, I guess because I think on my feet and whatnot. I wouldn’t really call myself book smart, but I’m good at a lot of stuff and have a steep learning curve, so maybe that’s why I got put where I did. In any case, the Ravenclaws were a great social circle to be a part of. Mostly they’re crack ups, that kind of person. I really loved everyone in my house and year, I don’t think any of us particularly disliked each other. It was kind of like a little family.”
OCCUPATION :
“I used to be an Auror, but an injury essentially put me out of work. Now I’m about to start my first year teaching defense against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. I’m not really thrilled by this, because, I’ll be honest with you, my work was my entire fucking life. You can ask my ex-wife, she’ll happily confirm that. And, actually, I don’t really like kids that much, especially teenagers. They whine about everything. But, it’s pretty much the only work I’m really qualified to do anymore, so I guess it’s better than bartending or store keeping. Marginally.”
BLOOD :
“I’m a pureblood, but I’m sure I’ve been disowned as a blood traitor by pureblood society in general. They’re not an overly tolerant bunch. Don’t like socializing with blood traitors and mudbloods and things like that. Odd bunch, that lot.”
ALLIANCE :
“I’m with the resistance. Have been since the beginning, will be until the day I die. I’m not the kind of person to change his mind once I have an idea about something, especially when I know I’m right.”

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PLAY-BY : Reid Prebenda
FACE :
“I’ve been told before that I have a very strong face, whatever that means. Other comments I get frequently are angular, boyish, and attractive jaw line, but I don’t see any of that. I guess I just tend to see the things I find unattractive about myself when I look in the mirror. I could tell you all about that. My eyes are too wide set and my nose is fucking gigantic, my eyebrows are bushy and unmanageable (although I refuse to pluck them, that shit is for girls) and a lot darker than my hair. My hair is a kind of reddish darkish blondish brown. Really depends on the light. I guess it’s not a bad color or anything. Just weird. My eyes are regular and blue. Nothing stunning. I look somewhat like a serial rapist when I don’t shave, so clean shaven face for me. I keep my hair shortish. I used to have it grown out long, and I would have to tie it back, and I used to think that looked really badass but Em liked it long. Plus, I looked like a trendy jerk, in retrospect.”
BUILD :
“Well, for work I had to be really in shape, so I was always working out all the time. Seriously, I’d get up and go running in the morning, and then I’d work out with my gym buddies, and then we’d go to work and that could be physically invigorating sometimes, and it was just all about being in shape, being the best you could possibly be. Plus, having a hot body wasn’t a bad perk either. Now though I can’t really exercise like I used to, or at all, but I do eat well and do what I can, so it’s not like I’m a fat lazy bum or anything. Although the alcohol, definitely not helping with that.”
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES :
“My left ear is pierced once, again from my badass punk days, when I thought it’d be the coolest thing ever. Now I’m just kind of used to it, and I wouldn’t even call it distinguishing, but I guess if I had to pick something that’d be it. Otherwise I’m pretty average looking. I have a lot of scars all over my body, but I’m not exactly showing those off on a daily basis or anything.”

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DEMENTOR : DEATH / WHEN EMMELINE FILED FOR DIVORCE
“Death might be a clichéd fear, but it really does scare the shit out of me. Or it used to, at least, when I had a lot to live for. Don’t take that wrong – I’m not suicidal now, but I am… coming to terms with my mortality. It seems like I’ve done most everything useful I can do with my life. Death would be the next adventure. I can see how some people might not fear it, but I still do. My worst memory would be when Em filed for divorce, shocker, right? Not when that bastard injured me beyond repair and I found out I couldn’t do my job anymore? Well, no. That did suck, but I was expecting it from the time I was injured. It had set in slowly, it wasn’t some really horrible shock like Em telling me she wanted a divorce. I seriously didn’t know our relationship was on the rocks. That’s why she was mad at me.”
PATRONUS : IT’S A BLUE HERON / MOST OF HIS TIME IN AUROR TRAINING
“It changed after my accident. It used to be a bear, now it’s a blue heron. I don’t know, you can read into that however you want to. I try not to. In any case, the memories I use to conjure it are most frequently from my days training as an Auror. It was around this time that Em and I were in the only really happy times of our relationship, too, so it wasn’t just work like she always said it was… whatever. Anyway, those are what I consider to be my glory days, although it’s a little depressing to think of them now, even though they’re all such happy memories… my best ones, really. But now that I’m out of work and Em’s gone, they’re just reminders of what I don’t have any more. Maybe that’s why my patronus changed form.”
MIRROR OF ERISED : BEING HEALED, BACK IN WORK
“Alright, so, it’s never going to happen, I know, but you have no idea how much it fucking sucks to be over the hill at twenty seven. I should have had another ten, fifteen really good years left in me and instead I’m a drunk bastard moping around because I’ll never be able to do what I’ve always wanted to do with my life again. But that’s all I want. That’s really the only thing I want. Which is too fucking bad and I guess means the rest of my life is going to be miserable. And probably lonely, too, because I managed to drive my wife away. I want to be able to work again more than I wanted Em back, though. That was part of the reason I lost her in the first place.”
AMORENTIA : CIGARETTE SMOKE, EMMELINE, PUMPKIN JUICE, RUM, VARIOUS SPICES.
“Just a compilation of things I like, I suppose. Not a lot to it. I’m not a really complicated person when you get right down to it.”

LIKES :
- Emmeline Shacklebolt.
- being an auror, or having been one anyway.
- smoking, drinking, sex, all those vices.
- adventures, anything dangerous, adrenaline.
- lying, especially when he gets away with it.
- his friends. They’re probably why he’s not crazy.
- gloating, showing off.
- talking, being the center of attention.
- the ocean, sailing, swimming, lakes
- being outdoors, camping
- quidditch, but only watching
- sleeping, which he’s been doing a lot of recently.
- getting in fights, verbal and physical
DISLIKES :
- being told he’s incapable of doing something
- (especially when he is)
- playing quidditch, mostly because he sucks at it
- them revolutionaries.
- people who remind him of himself
- rumors, gossipers, people who assume things
- working on deadlines, desk jobs, paperwork
STRENGTHS :
- extremely good at reading people.
- telling when people are lying, and lying himself
- able to think on his feet, very adaptable.
- extensive knowledge of charms, dark arts.
- fiercely dedicated to his friends, protective
WEAKNESSES :
- obsessive and a perfectionist, focuses on things too intently sometimes.
- sort of stuck in the past, definitely not living in the present in any case.
- somewhat functioning alcoholic.
- at the moment doesn’t have a purpose in life, and is therefore depressing to be around.
- can be distant at times.
- physically disabled.
PERSONALITY :

In his younger years, especially during his time at Hogwarts, Atticus was something of a rebel and jokester. He like to break rules just for the hell of it and chose his actions based solely on what kind of a reaction it would get from others. He was always in trouble and never gave a shit about it. In retrospect, he realizes he was really lucky that he even graduated with the marks to become an auror in the first place, which he accredits to sixty percent raw talent, five percent hard work, and thirty five percent sheer stupid luck. He was always blowing off classes to do things he found to be more pleasurable, like exploring the forbidden forest with his friends or playing Quidditch, which he kind of sucked at but played anyway because his mom was a famous Quidditch star and people expected him to as well. He cared about what other people thought of him more than his happiness and always strove to be popular and accepted, which he was, for the most part.

As he grew up, he became less outlandish and definitely more conformist. After he went into auror training, his teenage rebel years were officially over. Even though he played by the rules, he was still loud and noisy and very physical, always getting into fights and usually getting the crap beaten out of him, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He was very sociable and usually in an infectious good mood, especially during the time he was married to Emmeline, who he loved very much, even if he wasn’t good at showing it. The biggest flaw Atticus had at this point in his life, and still does really, is his fierce dedication and love of his work.

Ever since he was a young’un, Atticus has known that he was meant to be an auror when he grew up, so when he finally got into auror training, he put his entire mind and heart to it. He was so intently focused on becoming an auror that he was best in his class, and considered to be best in the field for quite some time, even though many viewed him as a workaholic, including his wife. It was because of this that Emmeline eventually filed for divorce, which shocked and depressed Atticus, but he felt as if he could go on. That was before his accident, though.

Now, because he has neither his wife nor the true love of his life (his job), he’s become slightly distanced from his friends with whom he was once very close. He’s still noisy, and talks a lot, in fact, he almost never shuts up, it’s just now instead of making jokes like he used to he’s mostly whining and being a grumpster. Whenever he has a complaint, you can be sure as hell he will voice that complaint, and then continue to voice it until the problem has been rectified. He knows it’s annoying and really doesn’t care, because in his mind, he’s been through a lot, so he deserves to be able to complain once in awhile now. He’s becoming slightly alienated from his friends because of this and also because suddenly everything puts him in a bad mood, even people he used to like. As well as constantly moping, Atticus has recently developed a drinking problem. It’s sort of a form of escapism for him, naturally, and he refuses to admit that it’s actually a problem.

Despite the dramatic changes in his personality, some of it remains the same. For example, he is still incredibly good at reading people and a phenomenal liar, a trait which helped him out when he was an auror. In fact, except for the fact that he is physically disabled, he is still very well suited for the job, which is why he makes a good teacher for the subject. Because he was very dedicated to his job he was very very good at it, although part of his proficiency in the field comes from natural talents. He’s very good at profiling criminals and figuring out motives, desires, and anxieties of others. He is also a phenomenal liar and by extent a good actor.

Despite being distanced from them, Atticus is very protective of his friends. He never had any younger siblings to dote over, so he’s always had a habit for having large numbers of younger friends who he is extremely overprotective of. He always says he’s really bad with kids but that’s not true- he’s actually very good with children, when he’s not drunk. He likes having people to protect and take care of because it makes him feel important, which, for the most part, he doesn’t frequently.

and one day we will die

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MOTHER :
“Gwenog Jones. She was quite the Quidditch player in her time, and captain of the Hollyhead Harpys for some time as well. After she stopped playing, she signed on as their coach, and still works with them. She’s probably the coolest women alive, no lie. We have a really good relationship, we’ve always been very close. I guess I’m a little bit of a momma’s boy, so go ahead, laugh it up, but I love her.”
FATHER :
“Otto Bagman. Well, he was never around when I was a kid, and I still don’t know him very well because now I never go to visit my parents, which I probably should. I write him letters sometimes, but he’s practically a stranger to me… I mean, I know him better than I did when I was a kid, but we’re just not that close.”
SIBLINGS :
“I’m an only child, but only by blood. I look after all these kids in the resistance. I swear, some of them would get themselves killed if they didn’t have somebody to look after them.”
OTHER FAMILY :
“I had Emmeline. Well, no I didn’t. I never really had her. She wasn’t ever mine, even when we were married… but I don’t anymore, in any case. We’re divorced, for almost a year and a half now.”

HISTORY :

When Atticus was very young, neither of his parents were around frequently. Shortly after his birth, his mother went back to work training the Hollyhead Harpys, which took most of her time, and his father was always traveling because of his work as an Ambassador for the Ministry. He was raised mostly by various nannies and babysitters, and any time he got to spend with his parents was a rare treat. He madly adored both of them, but when they weren’t around he was lonely. He always begged them for a younger sibling, but they felt like he was already too much of a handful considering that they had so little time for family, so Atticus remained an only child. He grew up without any friends except for his nanny, and took to reading and playing games of imagination on his own.

In his older childhood years, his parents decided that he needed to be exposed to other children of his age and they hosted a small, private tutor group of other pureblood children from the area. Atticus found that despite having been alone for most of his life, he really liked other people and he wanted those people to like him as well. This started out his obsession with fitting in and being popular, and overall probably wasn’t all that of a positive experience for him, as he abandoned his love of learning for socializing. He continued with these lessons until he was ten, at which time he was accepted into Hogwarts.

He may have forgotten his love of learning, but the Sorting Hat saw it in him and sorted him into Ravenclaw. He was initially disappointed, because he had wanted to be in Slytherin, as his pureblood friends had implanted the idea that this was the only proper house in his head. He soon found, however, that his housemates in Ravenclaw were more than acceptable company. Even though his pureblood friends no longer spoke with him as he hung out with muggleborns and blood traitors, he found himself to be happy in his new social circle. He fit right in there and made many friends even in his younger years at Hogwarts.

As the years went on, he became louder and even more unruly, if that was possible. He was something of the class whore and had been with almost every girl in their year, save for Emmeline Shacklebolt, who he had a very public fascination with. They started going out at the beginning of their seventh year and dated on and off throughout it, having frequent fights over petty topics. In retrospect, it was a relationship that was doomed to fail from the beginning. He mellowed out in his final year of school enough to get good grades on his N.E.W.T.’s, which allowed him to get into auror training, which had been a dream of his since he was young. When he was a child, he had often read stories of aurors in the newpapers and played at being one himself. It had been a pipe dream for a long time, but dating Em, who’s no-shit attitude made him think a little more seriously about his life, had allowed him to pull through and make the grade.

After he graduated, he and Emmeline settled down and though they still fought, they stuck together in their relationship while he went through auror training. He became highly focused in his work, but at this point in time still paid enough attention to Emmeline that their relationship was mostly good time and fewer bad ones. Atticus fit right in with the others in his lessons, and became fast friends with all of them. He found that being close friends with a small group of people was preferable to being casual friends with a whole lot of people, and for awhile he was really truly happy. The epitome of this happiness was when he asked Emmeline to marry him and she said yes. This was just before they turned twenty and they were married the following spring.
Shortly after his marriage to Emmeline, he became an auror for real, and after that their marriage went downhill, but at a very slow pace. For about five years, things progressed like this: year by year, Atticus became more and more involved in his work and spent longer hours at his job, and less and less time with Emmeline. She pretended things were okay because she wanted their marriage to work, when in truth she knew they weren’t. He was completely oblivious to their relationship problems because he spent so little time with her. As she slowly began to push him away, he happily spent more time working, and eventually it got to the point where he was just spending nights at the office, only coming home to shower, and seeing Emmeline only four or five days out of the week.

Still, he didn’t see it coming when Emmeline filed for divorce. He was shocked, and had regrets, of course, but for the most part he really just wanted her to be happy, and if she wanted a divorce, he wasn’t going to fight it. As it turned out, this just pissed her off even more because she thought he didn’t care about their relationship at all, and she ended up going through with the divorce. After she broke it off with him, he was extremely depressed, but that just meant he focused on his work even more, and it completely consumed his life now, and with work to distract him he was able to manage.
Unfortunately, about a year after Emmeline divorced him, he was hit with a bad curse while working the field and it was several hours before anybody found him. By that time, he had lost feeling in his entire left side. Although with extensive therapy he was eventually able to walk again, he wasn’t able to regain enough fine motor control to continue working in the field, and the idea of just doing the paperwork portion of the job he loved so much was unbearable for him, so he quit. As fortune would have it, a position teaching defense against the Dark Arts and he was hired to teach there next year, which he has mixed feelings about. For the meantime, he’s just moping and being a drunkard, which isn’t good for any party involved.

but for now we are young

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