Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2018 18:53:56 GMT
DIONYSUS ROBIGUS JACKSON IV
** 26 -- PRO CHASER FOR PUDDLEMERE UTD -- BRITISH -- SINGLE **
"I am brave, I am bruised
I am who I'm meant to be, this is me"
Honestly, Dionysus. The fourth. It’s bad enough to have a ridiculous name but it’s worse to be reminded that it’s part of a family tradition going back generations; your father is Zeus and your brother Hyperion and your cousins are Hestia and Chione and Persephone.
You’ve been asked in interviews - by absolute idiots - if your name is another example of pureblood traditions, and how they differ where you come from. You always respond with a raised eyebrow and tell them that you wouldn’t know how different pureblood traditions are, because you grew up in Chicago, in a Muggle family.
That usually shuts people up for a bit.
You think your parents would have made excellent purebloods, though. They’re both traditionalists, with high standards for you and your brother. You’re to go to Lake Forest Academy, and then Andover, followed by Yale, where you’ll rush Alpha Phi Alpha. You’ll graduate college with a 4.0 and then continue at Yale, most likely for Law, but maybe medicine - the same as your family has been doing since the early 1900s. Your father expects you to do a stint in the military like him.
You’ve known this for as long as you can remember.
You've never wanted it though, never wanted to be like your father and your brother and your cousins. You thought when you were a kid you'd just go somewhere else for college and went right back to planning your latest prank, knowing you didn't want to be the son they wanted.
Then, of course, it turned out you had magic.
Your parents packed you off as quickly as they could, not wanting to deal with your apparent abilities. You were happy to see the back of them, and off you went to Ilvermony, where you were sorted into Thunderbird. You didn't much like Ilvermony, in all honesty - it was lonely, and overwhelmingly white. But you met your best friend there, met Raj, with his stupid laugh and his brilliant mind and skin half as dark as yours.
The two of you were troublemakers from the start, pulling pranks whoever you could and being disruptive as hell. The only thing that would stop you was threats of cutting you from the Quidditch team - because you love Quidditch, love it more than anything else you've ever done in your life. You spend every Christmas and Easter and summer holiday with him and his family, and you barely see your family for the whole of your seven years there.
Sometimes you do, though. When Raj's family are going away, or something. You have to go home, hear about your brilliant brother and his successes, and keep shut about everything you've done in the last year, because explaining why you're not at Andover is hard enough for your mother, she doesn't need to hear about your freakishness too.
Even then, that's not enough for your father, and he reminds you of the fact frequently. Usually with his fists, but sometimes with a belt. You bear it in stony silence.
When you're sixteen, though, it reaches breaking point, and you pack your bags in the middle of the night and catch buses and trains and taxis to get to Raj's place, desperate and lonely and bleeding through your shirt. His mother tells you that you're not going anywhere, you're staying with them, and you never see your family again.
When you finish school, a friend of a friend of a friend of Raj's dad approaches you. He's an agent, wants to represent you - and he sets up tryouts for you for Quidditch teams. You end up signing with the Fitchburg Finches barely three months after graduation, and you're immediately thrust into a world of celebrity after making your first-string debut as a last resort against the Sweetwater All-Stars.
You love it. God, how you love it, being the centre of attention for doing the thing you love most, whizzing around the pitch. You've never more focused than when you're playing and you love your team fiercely, spending almost all your free time with them - when you're not with Raj, of course. But then he gets transferred from MACUSA to the British Ministry, and you don't hesitate for a moment before calling your agent and asking if you could transfer to a British team.
You wind up with Puddlemere. That was three years ago now, and you've made waves on the British Quidditch scene for your easy-going smile and your reputation for pranking your teammates. It's a quieter pace of life over here compared to the States, but you're getting used to it. You're first string for Puddlemere, best friends with your fellow chasers, and you just made the reserve squad for the American National Team. You still live with Raj, in an oversized bachelor pad, and you've adopted a cat that turned out to be half-kneazle.
Life is good.
So what if you still have nightmares about your father from time to time?
OOC NAME: bea
