Post by Jethro Hunter on Mar 2, 2014 13:53:22 GMT -5
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jethro darius hunter
 Jethro Darius Hunter was born into one of the wealthiest Pureblood families around. The origins of the Hunter family were more or less lost in obscurity, although there are myths that hint at a dark and violent history somewhere in Italy – it is said that their name was originally Cacciatore (literally ‘hunter’ in Italian) and that it was changed some time in the nineteenth century, to distance themselves from their past. Today, the family are rich and respected in British Pureblood society. However, it is undeniable that there is a streak of instability in the family, and it is said to have come out in Abdiel Hunter, Jethro's father. Abdiel was always odd and unpredictable, with a wild temper, strange obsessions, and some very skewed morals. Sorted into Ravenclaw at school, his thirst for learning was unquenchable, and he had a definite taste for forbidden knowledge, a fascination which led him to the dark arts. His interest in them was almost entirely academic; he wanted to know how they worked, how to use them, and what their history was. He did not particularly want to use them in order to hurt others. In character, he was high spirited and enthusiastic, sometimes overly so, and a little wild. It was that, along with his unusual brain, which attracted Imogen Vaughn to him. The Vaughns were a different sort of family. Imogen’s father was an Australian from a relatively small and obscure Pureblood family, who had married into the fringes of the elite British Pureblood circles. They were lacking most of the snobbery notable in the Hunters (who were not quite Pureblood supremacists, but definitely considered themselves better than most others), although they were relatively well off. Imogen was also a Ravenclaw, a neurotic, brittle girl, who lived in her books and her studies and had no real idea of how to deal with the real world. She, like Abdiel, was extremely clever academically, but was much better at theory than actuality. Somehow, however, the two hit it off. Neither family was entirely happy. The Hunters had planned to find a more suitable match for their only child and heir, and the Vaughns disliked the Hunters' attitudes. In the end, it was almost an elopement, both families agreeing to the match only very grudgingly. In fact, the Hunters adapted better; Imogen was well-off, Pureblooded, clever and beautiful, so it could have been a lot worse, after all. Imogen’s father remained suspicious (her mother had died when she was eighteen, three years before she married) and never entirely liked his son-in-law, whereas Imogen, once married to Abdiel, was welcomed into his family. Whenever Abdiel thought of his family, he included the Angleseys in this, although they were no more closely related by blood than any other Pureblood families. The friendly connections between the two families went a long way back, however, and Abdiel and his sisters, Leslyn and Laella, spent a lot of time with the Anglesey brothers, Julius and Kaius. Both families had origins outside the British Isles, which meant that they were never quite part of the ruling elites, although they moved in the same social circle. Neither did they share some of the political ideals of many of the traditional Purebloods. Although they dabbled in the dark arts, and took it for granted that Purebloods were inherently superior to everyone else, they never subscribed to the idea that Muggleborns did not deserve to be taught magic, or that Muggles should be enslaved; as far as they were concerned, Muggles and Muggleborns were perfectly fine in their own places – so long as their places were not too close to the wealthy Purebloods. Money and social standing were as important to them as blood purity, and they looked on poor Purebloods in much the same light as poor Muggleborns. As a result, neither family chose to follow Voldemort; although they were in sympathy with some of the Death Eater ideas, they considered their methods crude and their aims misguided, and Lord Voldemort himself a suspicious character, given his obscure origins. Abdiel remained as close as brothers with Kaius and Julius Anglesey during his years at school, although as he got older, his friendship group became wider and more varied. His known liking for the dark arts and his family’s reputation made some people wary of him, and the inbuilt snobbery he had inherited from his parents meant that he associated mostly with other Purebloods. However, he respected knowledge and learning above even blood purity, and so the friends he made in Ravenclaw were not all the wealthy Purebloods he had grown up with. The Angleseys were in Slytherin, and stuck more closely than Abdiel to the traditional lines. Abdiel had already left school when the Second Wizarding War began in earnest. He had followed Voldemort’s rise with interest, but never expressed a desire to join him; indeed he declared himself to be in opposition to Voldemort’s brutal policy of Pureblood supremacy. By the time of the Battle of Hogwarts, Abdiel and Imogen were already married with a baby son, and they played little or no active part in the war. Jethro was born on the fourth of June 1997. Imogen, never entirely emotionally stable, struggled to hold it together after the birth of her son, and it fell to Abdiel to keep the family going. He managed this surprisingly and admirably well, for the first time putting something (his family) ahead of his quest for knowledge. Always there to provide a strong support for his wife, he also took charge of his small son and was the best father he could have been. His daily descent into his study in the cellars to conduct research and experiments into the dark arts made no difference to that. As Jethro grew up, he grew used to the fact that for several hours a day, his father would be unavailable, and that on no account was he ever to attempt to enter the study. The rest of the time, Abdiel more than made up for this; he was full of fun, crazy games, and ideas for mad but exciting trips and adventures. Sometimes Imogen joined them on these, but more often she did not feel well enough, although she was always there with a smile and a pair of welcoming arms to greet them when they came in, and hear all about their day. Abdiel was a keen mountaineer, and introduced his son to the joys of climbing, something Jethro took to instinctively, loving nothing better than getting to the top of the nearest cliff or mountain. In fact, in many ways, Jethro had an idyllic childhood; he certainly never felt deprived of anything he needed. With plenty of money and parents who doted on him, he was slightly spoiled, both emotionally and materially. He had his father's wild, adventurous spirit (although less of his love of academics), and threw himself into whatever he did. He loved to be active, to be having adventures, and as he grew older, discovered the thrill of risk-taking. However, although he took everything he had for granted, he also had a loving and generous nature, always ready to share and to befriend those less fortunate than himself, not that he encountered them very often. The Hunters still spent a considerable amount of time with the Angleseys, and the families were tied more tightly together when Laella, one of Abdiel’s sisters, married Kaius Anglesey. Their children were just a few years younger than Jethro, and he spent quite a lot of time with them. His other cousin, Kaycee O’Malley, and Julius’s daughter Letty (whom Jethro thought of as another cousin), were a little younger again, but as a young child, Jethro enjoyed being the oldest, and was good with the little ones. Abdiel’s researches into the dark arts continued, but Jethro had no knowledge of what his father was doing; Abdiel rarely talked about it, even to Imogen, and kept his son entirely in the dark. When Jethro started Hogwarts, he was sorted into Gryffindor, where he fitted in immediately, despite being mildly disappointed not to be following his parents’ footsteps in Ravenclaw. He was friendly and outgoing, and talkative to the point of being a complete chatterbox - he was well known for being able to talk utter nonsense at great length (he made the most of this trait to get himself out of trouble on frequent occasions). He made friends easily, and his parents seemed happy with his sorting, so Jethro left his regrets behind and lived for the moment. He had a curious brain, which meant that even though he wasn’t hugely dedicated to his school work, he did reasonably well. He loved to find things out, and he had what might be termed the ‘gift of the gab’ – for all he talked a lot of rubbish sometimes, he also had a way with words, and an ability to manipulate people through words that seemed more Slytherin than Gryffindor. At the end of his first year, however, everything changed. One night in the summer holidays, not long after his twelfth birthday, he was woken by his mother's scream. Shooting out of bed and downstairs, he located her in a place he had never been before: his father's study. She was dressed for bed, her hair loose, but in the study, his father was slumped over his desk, dead. It was the first time Jethro had been in the cellars, but at the time, he hardly took in the things in it, which were all clearly and sinisterly dark; all he felt was panic. His father would not wake, and his mother had gone to pieces, collapsing on the floor. It was Jethro who, sobbing wildly, finally had to floo for help in the form of the Angleseys. Jethro was given no real answers as to how his father died. The adults cleared the evidence of Abdiel’s researches, so Jethro never knew more than he saw that night. By the time the Ministry appeared to investigate, all traces of dark practices were gone. However, it was clear that Abdiel had been killed by person, or persons unknown. Jethro overheard dark mutterings among his father’s friends about enemies of their families, but nobody was ever caught, and the investigation was eventually closed as unsolved. The shock, the grief and the loss changed Jethro completely, from a happy, gregarious little boy to an angry, feral young man. The Angleseys rallied round to support the family and try and pick up the pieces; they welcomed Imogen as one of their own and offered her every protection and support they could, even as she fell apart, but Jethro rejected all help. He was looking for answers, for someone to blame, and he was also dealing with the gradual realisation of what he had seen in his father's study, and the way it tainted his memories. He blamed himself for not being able to save his father, he blamed Abdiel himself for dying, he blamed the authorities for failing to find his father's murderer, and he even, in some obscure way, blamed the Angleseys for not using whatever they had known to prevent it. In his pain, he would lash out at anyone who came near him, both verbally and physically, and he became almost totally unmanageable, a constant ticking bomb ready to go off at any moment. Having been a popular boy previously, people now avoided him, afraid of his unpredictability. He started fight after fight, careless of whether his opponent was bigger and stronger than he was; he constantly wore scabs and bruises, and there was not a week went by the hospital wing did not treat a bleeding nose or split lip, courtesy of Jethro Hunter's fists. He attended fewer than half of his lessons, was rude and disruptive in class, and when he was told off, would explode in a string of screamed expletives and curses, and storm out of the room, frequently overturning desks or flinging books around before he went. His teachers, of course, knew what had happened and at first tried to cut him slack and talk him through it, but it was to no avail, and he refused all attempts to help him. At home, he closed himself off and spent as much time as possible out of doors, doing hard physical exercise. The only people he showed any softness to at all were his mother and little cousins. His mother was gradually recovering from her loss, but she was unstable and emotional, and with her, Jethro became gentle and protective. He no longer chose to play games with his cousins, and frequently chose to go off by himself, but if any of them did approach him, it was the only time that a glimmer of the old Jethro could be seen. This state lasted for two years, until several things came together to pull him out of it. In the first year after Abdiel had died, tragedy had also struck the Anglesey family, although Jethro had been in such a state that he’d hardly been able to take it in – baby Kavanagh, Julius’s younger child who had been born in the autumn after Abdiel’s murder, was abducted. The devastation caused by this had been huge, but to Jethro, it had just been yet another way in which his world had fallen to pieces. However, a couple of years later, Julius’s wife Ann gave birth to another child, but massive complications caused her to give birth very prematurely. She then suffered a haemorrhage, and neither mother nor child survived. This blow hit Jethro harder, for he had known and loved his aunt. As a result, he slowly began to become closer to his family again. Then, at the end of his third year, he was seriously threatened with expulsion if he could not clean up his act within a term. His response was to swear vocally at his Head of House, and stalk out of the office. The school wrote to his mother (not for the first time) but Imogen’s mental health was still poor, and she did not have the resources to deal with her wayward son. At this point, Kaius Anglesey stepped in. If it had not been for Kaius, Jethro is sure now that he would have ended up expelled, because he was in a place he couldn’t get himself out of. Kaius dragged him out, with a combination of tough talks and kindness, and gradually the anger became manageable, and the old Jethro began to emerge again, steadier and more mature than before. He was not expelled; he started attending lessons again, and his grades slowly picked up. He regained friends, and his smile and easy chat started to show again. It was not all plain sailing though. A lot of resentment and anger was still there, he just learnt to hide it better. The grief for his beloved father would never go, and the uncertainty over his death left a wound that would not heal. What was more, he found himself morally torn; his friends in Gryffindor (and indeed in the other houses) generally deplored ideas of blood purity, but he was also aware of how much he owed the Angleseys, who still believed in Pureblood superiority, and who were as close as family to him. He could still be somewhat wild and unpredictable, and still had a tendency to lash out if someone annoyed him. In his fourth year, he also had his first girlfriend. He had been too busy being angry before that point to even notice developing hormones, and this was his first crush, and turned into his first love. She was also more than two years older than him, a sixth year to his fourth, and considerably more experienced. To her, it was a game; to Jethro, as was typical of him, it was an infatuation bordering on an obsession. He lost his virginity to her before he turned fifteen, and although deep down he knew that it was nothing serious to her, he allowed himself to hope that she felt something for him. It was false hope, of course, and Jethro suffered the second loss in his life when he discovered, half way through fifth year, that she had been cheating on him for some time. He cared enough about her that he’d probably have forgiven her, but she merely laughed at him, and told him carelessly that he had only ever been a distraction for her. That was the end of it, because the humiliation of being laughed at was too much for him. She left at the end of the year, and Jethro hasn’t been in touch since, but the hurt didn’t leave overnight, whatever he might have pretended, because he had been genuinely in love with her – and continued to be, even after they’d broken up, though pride kept him away from her. He didn’t entirely break free from the spell of her until after he’d left school, and even then, it took a long time for him to be able to love again. Outwardly, however, he had things more or less together. He returned to being outgoing, talkative and something of a charmer, and developed an impressive talent for flirting. He learnt to be in control of and to hide his emotions, presenting an easygoing, friendly persona. The wounds healed, although the scars remained. He finished Hogwarts with a decent set of NEWTs – decent enough to allow him to walk into a junior position in the Department for Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry. He excelled at Transfiguration, and at the age of twenty succeeded in becoming an Animagus. He takes the form of a peregrine falcon, although he doesn’t broadcast his ability - not that many people are aware of it (he is, however, fully legally registered), even though he has a tattoo of a falcon across his shoulder blade. Although he enjoyed going out, drinking, partying and having fun, there was a thoughtful, gentlemanly side to him as well. He loved to flirt with women, and often more, but he was never exactly a player – one night stands were rare things for him, and if he seriously liked a girl, he’d do the thing properly: dinner dates, wine, flowers, the lot. He was wary with his heart though, and he was twenty four before he fell in love again, entirely accidentally, with a (then) barmaid at the Three Broomsticks, Saoirse Flynn. She was several years younger than him, a Muggle-born from a poor background, and definitely not the person his family expected him to end up with. Their light flirtation turned into more so gradually, however, that he was head over heels in love with her before he really realised what was happening. It was quite a long time before he plucked up the courage to tell his family, and their reaction – at least among the older members – was one of dismay. The exception was his mother, who in fact was pleased, and as she saw her son happy, seemed more cheerful and engaged than she had been for many years. The elder Angleseys, however, refused to acknowledge that the relationship with Saoirse could be anything more than a casual fling (which they would have been indulgent about), and indeed are still somewhat in denial about it. Although it irks Jethro, he hasn’t gone out of his way to correct them, but simply carries on his way and lets them believe what they want. It has caused him to be very torn, however, since loves them and feels he owes them a great deal, but he has been forced to recognise a less pleasant side to them. His own feelings about blood purity were fairly confused until he met Saoirse – he now knows that he could never agree with any kind of Pureblood snobbery. Jethro has buried a lot of the old pain and anger, and with Saoirse around, he feels it less. He still has a tendency to talk nonsense a lot of the time, although it's a 50-50 chance on whether he's talking nonsense out of genuine light-hearted fun (which he enjoys) or to hide his real feelings (which he's not good at expressing) - only those who know him extremely well stand any chance of being able to tell the difference. He loves a good argument, and will never back down, even when in the wrong; he is skilled at debate, and could convincingly argue that black was white if he had to. His temper still exists, although he has it tightly under control the vast majority of the time these days. If something happens to tip it over the edge, though, it is still furious and violent. Generally, though, he works his annoyance out by going and flinging himself up dangerous cliffs (he has never lost his taste for risk-taking) and then throwing himself off the top - falling off cliffs doesn't pose quite the same danger when you can transform into a bird in midair. He has a protective nature, and will always instinctively protect those weaker than himself, particularly his mother, who relies on him a great deal. He still works for the Ministry, and has worked himself up the ranks into a relatively senior position in the Department for Magical Law Enforcement, considering that he’s only just turned twenty seven. Although he gives a lot to his job, he isn’t entirely contented with it – he finds a lot of it dull, and frequently considers giving it up to do something else. Unfortunately, he isn’t sure what, and although he has a lot of inherited wealth (he came into his father’s full fortune when he turned seventeen), these days that isn’t enough to mean that he doesn’t have to work at all. And his job does sometimes have its uses – he is able to threaten his younger cousin, Kaycee, with random inspections of his Potions business, and occasionally he is able to access records not usually accessible to the public. This last point was one of the main reasons Jethro took the job in the first place. He has never quite given up on the idea of finding his father’s killers, and has become quite good at doing bits of his own detective work on the side. He has never had any luck with investigating Abdiel’s murder, but recently he stumbled on some answers to a different mystery. After spotting a boy on King’s Cross station with an uncanny resemblance to the Angleseys, Jethro made a few investigations and discovered that the boy was Kailen Irving, and that he had grown up in a Muggle Children’s Home. Kailen was the same age that little Kavanagh Anglesey would now have been, had he not disappeared. Unable to believe that this was a coincidence, Jethro secretly visited the Children’s Home and used some bits of slightly illegal magic to convince them to let him see Kailen’s records. After looking over the old records kept by the Ministry of the case, he realised that everything matched up – Kailen Irving could be nobody else other than Kavanagh Anglesey. Jethro met with the boy, who already knew Kaycee, and was further convinced. Official documents had to be produced, of course, but magical DNA tests were conclusive, and Jethro is now attempting to help Kailen – or Kavanagh – deal with the knowledge of his identity. The Anglesey family is delighted, and has welcomed the boy with open arms, but expects him to be equally delighted, and to conform and become their idea of a proper Pureblood. Jethro is a little more aware of how difficult this must be for Kailen, and feels somewhat protective over him – partly because he is the one responsible for this complete upheaval in the boy’s life, and partly because he sees something of himself in Kailen; he knows what it feels like to be a confused teenage boy. This matter is his main preoccupation at the moment, and worries him considerably – although he is also mildly worried about his cousin Kaycee, who has inexplicably turned into a recluse over the last year, and constantly seems to be in a bad mood. He is very glad that he has Saoirse to talk to about things, and relies on her to give a more sane perspective when he’s spent too much time with overdramatic Purebloods. becca 25 gmt |
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