Hillard Hemlock

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HILLARD BENJAMIN HEMLOCK

Basics;;

FULL NAME: Hillard Benjamin 'Benji' Hemlock
NICKNAME(S): Hilly (ONLY by his Uncle); Benji (his preferred name)
AGE/D.O.B.: 17, 01/01/1994
Year: 7th
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
IDEOLOGY: hatred. Hillard feels a great hatred towards Purebloods but also Muggles, being what he is has garnered a dislike from both sides: disowned by his unmagical Muggle family because he is a Wizard just to enter a world where the elite pure blooded hate him for being born between two Muggles. He honestly is so arrogantly blind to the struggles of creatures due to his own problems.
WAND: Aspen, Phoenix feather core, 9", supple and ordained with intricate carvings
BROOM: CleanSweep 2010
PLAYBY: Benjamin Wadsworth

Personality;;

LIKES: wizards chess, quidditch, goats, cheese, duelling club, folk music, rain, snow, charms, dada, transfiguration
DISLIKES: his family, fellow peers, rejection of any sort, being proved wrong, tea, winter/cold , potions, cheaters, pure blood elite, ministry of magic, history of magic
STRENGTHS: highly individualistic, witty, intuitive, duelist, strategic, sharp dexterity/agile
WEAKNESSES: arrogant, withdrawn, day dreamer, condescending, cold, wreckless
AMORTENTIA: ink, sugar, stormy nights
PATRONUS: Hillard has yet to produce a full corporal patronus
BOGGART: darkness/restrictions of a confined space; Hillard's boggart takes the form of Hillard in a coffin screaming and banging on the inside
MIRROR OF ERISED: Hillard has power: it could be the power of Hogwarts headmaster, the Minister of Magic...or the power to press them both under his boot.

Personal Life;;

NATIONALITY: English
BIRTH-PLACE: London
PARENTS:
Percival Calvictus Hemlock the Third (Father) *muggle
Margaret Silvyus Hemlock (ñee- Pendragon) (Mother) *muggle - deceased
SIBLINGS: Percival Calvictus Hemlock the Fourth (younger brother) *muggle
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY:
Uncle Adder Hemlock (great-great-great Uncle; Wizard Muggle-born)
HISTORY: Hillard had lived a very ordinary life, as normal as perhaps a spoiled rich child could live. He was the first born to a long line of Muggle technology fanatics but something about their first born son always sat between mad and perpetual disappointment, in fact so much disdain is the reason he was named Hillard and not made the fourth Percival Calvictus Hemlock of his name. He was dubbed Hillard or just 'the odd boy'. Ostracized since birth Hillard was raised by the nannies and the maids and butlers of the estate and the only other odd ball of the family, great great great Uncle Adder when he was allowed a visit, the wedge was driven further when his younger brother was born the heir to the Hemlock fortune and name.

Upon his 11th birthday a Ministry worker, Hogwarts teacher, and Uncle Adder arrived in full blissful regalia to deliver the news to young Hillard that he was a Wizard just as was Uncle Adder. The sheer disappointment of his parents suddenly turned to joy as they found a loop hole of getting rid of the Odd Boy. Adder became the boys full legal guardian and thus would return to Hogsmeade during breaks, holidays, and summers. Departing with just the clothes on his back and a suitcase with a few fancy heirlooms Hillard set off for his first year at Hogwarts.

Hillard, like Uncle Adder, was sorted into Ravenclaw where he was met with a wall of cold and distant peers. When he wasn't dealing with the prideful cheer of his housemates Hillard was on the end of bullying, constant ridicule, and beatings at the hands of Pureblood for his status as a Muggle born student. He didn't care to ruffle feathers in his second year to join the Quidditch team, so he did. Hillard has fought and earned his spot on the house team ever since.

When he isn't enraptured by Quidditch the boy enjoys a good magic dual, legal or not, the sort of carelessness that cost him the year before. Three games, two of which were most important and a bungle of detention. To make it up to Uncle Adder and his small amount of respect amongst fellow Wizards and Witches, Hillard works in Hogsmeade during the summers at Three Broomsticks as a waiter.

This lovely character is being played by @mbaku! @mbaku has been roleplaying for 4 years. @mbaku lives in the EST! time zone, and you can reach them by pm here on site or Discord

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
It was a few days before they would return to Hogwarts, Hillard was in his final year, finally it would all be over the limitations and boundaries of Hogwarts. No more driveling and dragging classes where he had to fake it until the end.

"Hilly," the sound of hearing his nickname brought Hillard out of his silent reflections, it was late and the Three Broomsticks was winding down which meant in fifteen minutes Hillard was off but standing in the entrance bent over like a crooked number seven was his Uncle. The man had a whimsical smirk and his eyes were the only things untouched by his dwindling age, magical folks somehow had oddly semi-longer lives but Uncle Adder was 107 years old so Hillard wasn't a fool of the inevitable.

"You got fifteen minutes my nephew, I'd like a drink if it pleases ya," Adder echoed into the nearly deserted space his cane wrapped against the floor as Adder slowly made his way to Hillard. As the old man neared and Hillard grabbed a wine glass and bottle he saw something alarming etched into the old mans face, "You look troubled Uncle, is ever-" Uncle Adder sunk into a low uneven wooden chair, "Grab ya' a glass too boyo, I came bearing ill tides Hilly. Yer Mudder'," Adder cut his nephew off just be mere mention of his Mother made Hillard take advantage of the offered drink. Pouring them both a glass of wine Adder tipped the bottle a little heavy in both glasses with the handle of his cane, "She took ill week or so ah'go.... Passed las' night."

Deafening silence filled Hillard's ears and for a moment a passing blur of tears breached his vision. So brief and so quick and so fast was the one emotion that the tears dried before they broke his bottoms eyelid. He did drink. Hard. Just for the night. To deal and Uncle Adder understood he understood so well he just natured the boys man drunken emotions...

....and he safely got the boy home. In bed. Hopefully tonight's advent coaster of emotions would drag the boy to be better focused in the morning. In the morning when Adder would drag him home for the funeral despite the boys not so gentlemen remarks.