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Lucas Howard Price
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AGE: Seventeen
FACE CLAIM: Jesse Spencer
YEAR: Sixth
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
BLOOD TYPE: Halfblood
WAND TYPE: 10'3, Unicorn Tail Hair, Ivy
PETS: None
ABILITIES: Bitten werewolf
freestyle
This is exceedingly long 
I apologize; it's mostly for me to figure out how the character ticks.
Lucas Price -- Luke, to his friends -- was a very typical boy in the wizard world. He lived happily with his parents, attended school, made wonderful friends, and anxiously awaited the arrival of his baby sister. While his skills as an athlete and as a magician were nothing to preen over, his parents were fiercely proud of their son. They bragged about his charms to other wizarding couples, who could clearly see the born diplomat in the young, good-natured face who greeted them warmly and conversed with the wit and wisdom of someone many years his elder. Luke dove into his schoolwork with a furious passion, precociously motivated. This was undoubtedly a product of the support from his parents, who kindled his one, noble dream: to one day speak in front of millions of wizards as a Ministry official.
However, as he now sometimes somberly reflects, life often takes an unexpected course, and more often than not, it is a single, terrible day that forces fate's hand.
There are rules that every wizard comes to know over the course of his life, and each has its day in the sun at one time or another. Always follow a potion's directions closely and carefully. Don't leave your wand out of your sight for long. But the one rule that became prominent to a young Lucas Price: Never offend a werewolf.
It was a disgusting little boy who was the first target of Luke's aggression: Fitz. He was never good in school; the name Fitz, too, was overwhelmingly appropriate to herald the tantrums he threw at the slightest provocation. Moreover, he was an incurable bully. It was a self-appointed position that Luke took to oppose the boy's tirade against his classmates, but nothing changed, and his lectures only served as provocative at best. The rivalry grew more heated over the course of years as each side developed a devoted following.
The quarrel became a war not two days before it was to be forever silenced. It happened quickly: a display of a newly-learned fire technique, a girl's burning hair, a boy's project, neatly penned over weeks of hard work and thought, ablaze. By the time the teacher arrived to quench the sobbing girl's ravaged golden locks, the two nemeses were at the other's throats. It was the first time Luke resorted to physical violence in a world he imagined was above that barbarity, and too was the first occasion on which he turned his gift for words into a piercing weapon. By the end of the day, both boys had been sent home bloody and seething.
Of course, even disgusting little boys have parents, and all too often, a little monster's vile nature can be traced to the putrid source.
Never offend a werewolf. Much less the son of a werewolf.
These lessons collided with Luke one full-moon night, ambushed him, bloodied him, tore into him, in the form of a shadowy beast on a lonely corner as he made his way home. Once subdued and exposed, Fitz's mother was taken captive and chained. The medical wizards had promised that the wolfsbane potion would render the cursed souls harmless, safe from the influence of their aggressive, hateful instincts. The witch pleaded for her freedom, protesting that the enraged wolf, peeking through the haze of wolsbane and yearning to protect its kin, had overwhelmed her and brought on the rampage. Perhaps that was why the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures carried out the execution themselves.
The medical wizards, too, promised that Luke would not recover. When he did, after the doctors' diagnosis, he was unsure of which outcome would have less devastated his parents.
His return to school was less than reassuring. Sure, his name had been left out of the Daily Prophet coverage of the attack and arduous trial, but the name Fitz was now infamy, as was the revealed maiden name of his mother: Greyback. Furthermore, his month-long absence from school had not gone unnoticed, and as Luke looked over the faces of his once-friends, he realized that neither would the aftermath of the battle that ravaged his arms and neck.
Few things force a child to grow up as quickly as does exile.
It wasn't long before the pressures of their new lives forced the Price family out of sight and under the radar. Gossip was becoming unbearable at Howard's workplace about the once-radiant boy who now shied from all company and whose condition was no secret to many -- soon all -- of Howard's Ministry coworkers. Poor muggle-born Bethany Price, who had never been quick to adjust to life in the magical world, was quickly going gray, ravaged by the stress of raising a werewolf son, and soon adopted the habit of locking herself in her room, consumed by the compounded sorrow of miscarrying her baby girl. And Luke, at the age of nine, was learning not English and History, but how to suppress his newfound appetite for raw meat, how to draw the eye away from old scars, and the implications of the foreign word called "prejudice."
The strains of living as outcasts in the world they knew was too much for the Price family. They drew away from the world of wizards and retreated back to the forgiving, ignorant society of Muggles from whence Bethany came. Luke returned to his studies without the vigor of his youth, for he was now anything but young. He busied himself with picking fights and watching old American werewolf flicks, for his Ministry dreams had died. The old films solidified what he had already seen: nobody could love him for what he was.
Over time, the torn family started to rebuild. Mr. Price solidified a new government position; Mrs. Price started painting again; Luke lost his appetite for senseless violence and resigned himself to a quiet, humble existence. They practiced magic secretly, but that was the only tie to their former life, except, of course, for their son's unique condition, which nobody would speak of unless they were prepared to raise a fit from a furious Bethany Price. Luke was a pitifully average student, and when the Hogwarts letters came (much to their surprise), they were declined. It was clear that Luke was not ready to rejoin his wizard peers, and it was arranged that this day would come at a later date.
Where to put Luke during his "episodes," as they called them, was the largest issue, as Howard's government job forced them to settle deep within London's urban sprawl. They tried basements, storage units, and eventually settled on a lakehouse, where Mrs. Price would take her son each month and chain him deep in the woods. It was a relatively painless solution, though the handcuff-shaped scars would forever remind Luke of his prisoner nature.
The only incident occurred one night when Mrs. Price and Luke had a fight during the drive to the lake house. He pleaded to be put under the wolfsbane drug. Bethany refused, revealing her own reasons: she wanted to maintain the clear line between her son and the wolf, which she feared would deteriorate if he were to awaken in a separate, animal body. This only served to fuel the tenuous argument, and, eventually, Bethany cast Luke out into the woods to tie himself. She would take no part. This was the only occasion on which the binds came loose, setting a frenzied werewolf loose on a couple of lovebirds on a midnight drive. Bethany was never sure if this was a true accident, or if Luke was acting out of anger.
Luke never really knew, himself.
Of course, sometimes one incident is just enough, as Howard realized when he was forced to return to the Ministry for the first time in three years to collect his son, who woke up, underground, shackled by the neck to cold stone walls. Luke's childlike physique was fortunate: even the two tenderfoot aurors who had happened to be traveling the outskirts of London that night might have had difficultly subduing a fully grown werewolf.
Though the lovebirds had escaped unharmed (with very slightly altered memories), it was quite the ordeal to arrange for the same thing for Luke. This was to be his second time to miss a month of school as he awaited trial. Due to the circumstances, along with Howard's good standing with the Ministry and the partial emergence of Luke's old charisma, he got out relatively unscathed. However, Luke felt that the course of his life was again changed: his purpose had been revitalized.
He wasn't the only werewolf in the world. He wasn't the only one dealing with this hardship, or any hardship, for that matter. He wasn't the only one that nobody understood. Perhaps this was his new purpose: to make them understand.
His parents were surprised to find that the model student they once knew was now back in their presence, speaking with conviction and working with discipline. They resolved to again answer the letters that once littered their fireplace. Luke was ready to re-enter the world that had rejected him, as much as he still feared it -- or feared that it still feared him.
He entered Hogwarts as a remarkably old first year: twelve going on thirteen. Luke remained relatively quiet for the first few years of his studies, only speaking out to defend his fellow students, as was his old way. He returned home to the lake house for his monthly transformations, which proved to be an extreme inconvenience, and used the excuse of a sick relative to explain his absences... without knowing that another great werewolf wizard once used this same scapegoat.
His dream to be an ambassador for the lost, misunderstood souls of the Wizard World stayed alive. As an incoming sixth-year, Luke hopes to address his fears and finally present himself to his peers as the charismatic, witty wizard that he always imagined he'd like to be.
I apologize; it's mostly for me to figure out how the character ticks.Lucas Price -- Luke, to his friends -- was a very typical boy in the wizard world. He lived happily with his parents, attended school, made wonderful friends, and anxiously awaited the arrival of his baby sister. While his skills as an athlete and as a magician were nothing to preen over, his parents were fiercely proud of their son. They bragged about his charms to other wizarding couples, who could clearly see the born diplomat in the young, good-natured face who greeted them warmly and conversed with the wit and wisdom of someone many years his elder. Luke dove into his schoolwork with a furious passion, precociously motivated. This was undoubtedly a product of the support from his parents, who kindled his one, noble dream: to one day speak in front of millions of wizards as a Ministry official.
However, as he now sometimes somberly reflects, life often takes an unexpected course, and more often than not, it is a single, terrible day that forces fate's hand.
There are rules that every wizard comes to know over the course of his life, and each has its day in the sun at one time or another. Always follow a potion's directions closely and carefully. Don't leave your wand out of your sight for long. But the one rule that became prominent to a young Lucas Price: Never offend a werewolf.
It was a disgusting little boy who was the first target of Luke's aggression: Fitz. He was never good in school; the name Fitz, too, was overwhelmingly appropriate to herald the tantrums he threw at the slightest provocation. Moreover, he was an incurable bully. It was a self-appointed position that Luke took to oppose the boy's tirade against his classmates, but nothing changed, and his lectures only served as provocative at best. The rivalry grew more heated over the course of years as each side developed a devoted following.
The quarrel became a war not two days before it was to be forever silenced. It happened quickly: a display of a newly-learned fire technique, a girl's burning hair, a boy's project, neatly penned over weeks of hard work and thought, ablaze. By the time the teacher arrived to quench the sobbing girl's ravaged golden locks, the two nemeses were at the other's throats. It was the first time Luke resorted to physical violence in a world he imagined was above that barbarity, and too was the first occasion on which he turned his gift for words into a piercing weapon. By the end of the day, both boys had been sent home bloody and seething.
Of course, even disgusting little boys have parents, and all too often, a little monster's vile nature can be traced to the putrid source.
Never offend a werewolf. Much less the son of a werewolf.
These lessons collided with Luke one full-moon night, ambushed him, bloodied him, tore into him, in the form of a shadowy beast on a lonely corner as he made his way home. Once subdued and exposed, Fitz's mother was taken captive and chained. The medical wizards had promised that the wolfsbane potion would render the cursed souls harmless, safe from the influence of their aggressive, hateful instincts. The witch pleaded for her freedom, protesting that the enraged wolf, peeking through the haze of wolsbane and yearning to protect its kin, had overwhelmed her and brought on the rampage. Perhaps that was why the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures carried out the execution themselves.
The medical wizards, too, promised that Luke would not recover. When he did, after the doctors' diagnosis, he was unsure of which outcome would have less devastated his parents.
His return to school was less than reassuring. Sure, his name had been left out of the Daily Prophet coverage of the attack and arduous trial, but the name Fitz was now infamy, as was the revealed maiden name of his mother: Greyback. Furthermore, his month-long absence from school had not gone unnoticed, and as Luke looked over the faces of his once-friends, he realized that neither would the aftermath of the battle that ravaged his arms and neck.
Few things force a child to grow up as quickly as does exile.
It wasn't long before the pressures of their new lives forced the Price family out of sight and under the radar. Gossip was becoming unbearable at Howard's workplace about the once-radiant boy who now shied from all company and whose condition was no secret to many -- soon all -- of Howard's Ministry coworkers. Poor muggle-born Bethany Price, who had never been quick to adjust to life in the magical world, was quickly going gray, ravaged by the stress of raising a werewolf son, and soon adopted the habit of locking herself in her room, consumed by the compounded sorrow of miscarrying her baby girl. And Luke, at the age of nine, was learning not English and History, but how to suppress his newfound appetite for raw meat, how to draw the eye away from old scars, and the implications of the foreign word called "prejudice."
The strains of living as outcasts in the world they knew was too much for the Price family. They drew away from the world of wizards and retreated back to the forgiving, ignorant society of Muggles from whence Bethany came. Luke returned to his studies without the vigor of his youth, for he was now anything but young. He busied himself with picking fights and watching old American werewolf flicks, for his Ministry dreams had died. The old films solidified what he had already seen: nobody could love him for what he was.
Over time, the torn family started to rebuild. Mr. Price solidified a new government position; Mrs. Price started painting again; Luke lost his appetite for senseless violence and resigned himself to a quiet, humble existence. They practiced magic secretly, but that was the only tie to their former life, except, of course, for their son's unique condition, which nobody would speak of unless they were prepared to raise a fit from a furious Bethany Price. Luke was a pitifully average student, and when the Hogwarts letters came (much to their surprise), they were declined. It was clear that Luke was not ready to rejoin his wizard peers, and it was arranged that this day would come at a later date.
Where to put Luke during his "episodes," as they called them, was the largest issue, as Howard's government job forced them to settle deep within London's urban sprawl. They tried basements, storage units, and eventually settled on a lakehouse, where Mrs. Price would take her son each month and chain him deep in the woods. It was a relatively painless solution, though the handcuff-shaped scars would forever remind Luke of his prisoner nature.
The only incident occurred one night when Mrs. Price and Luke had a fight during the drive to the lake house. He pleaded to be put under the wolfsbane drug. Bethany refused, revealing her own reasons: she wanted to maintain the clear line between her son and the wolf, which she feared would deteriorate if he were to awaken in a separate, animal body. This only served to fuel the tenuous argument, and, eventually, Bethany cast Luke out into the woods to tie himself. She would take no part. This was the only occasion on which the binds came loose, setting a frenzied werewolf loose on a couple of lovebirds on a midnight drive. Bethany was never sure if this was a true accident, or if Luke was acting out of anger.
Luke never really knew, himself.
Of course, sometimes one incident is just enough, as Howard realized when he was forced to return to the Ministry for the first time in three years to collect his son, who woke up, underground, shackled by the neck to cold stone walls. Luke's childlike physique was fortunate: even the two tenderfoot aurors who had happened to be traveling the outskirts of London that night might have had difficultly subduing a fully grown werewolf.
Though the lovebirds had escaped unharmed (with very slightly altered memories), it was quite the ordeal to arrange for the same thing for Luke. This was to be his second time to miss a month of school as he awaited trial. Due to the circumstances, along with Howard's good standing with the Ministry and the partial emergence of Luke's old charisma, he got out relatively unscathed. However, Luke felt that the course of his life was again changed: his purpose had been revitalized.
He wasn't the only werewolf in the world. He wasn't the only one dealing with this hardship, or any hardship, for that matter. He wasn't the only one that nobody understood. Perhaps this was his new purpose: to make them understand.
His parents were surprised to find that the model student they once knew was now back in their presence, speaking with conviction and working with discipline. They resolved to again answer the letters that once littered their fireplace. Luke was ready to re-enter the world that had rejected him, as much as he still feared it -- or feared that it still feared him.
He entered Hogwarts as a remarkably old first year: twelve going on thirteen. Luke remained relatively quiet for the first few years of his studies, only speaking out to defend his fellow students, as was his old way. He returned home to the lake house for his monthly transformations, which proved to be an extreme inconvenience, and used the excuse of a sick relative to explain his absences... without knowing that another great werewolf wizard once used this same scapegoat.
His dream to be an ambassador for the lost, misunderstood souls of the Wizard World stayed alive. As an incoming sixth-year, Luke hopes to address his fears and finally present himself to his peers as the charismatic, witty wizard that he always imagined he'd like to be.
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