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THÉODORE CASSIUS ROCHFORT
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OVERALL PERSONALITY: Théodore is sly, understated, and prefers to stick to himself for the most part. Despite this he's incredibly attached to and protective of those he considers his family – this includes all the Rochforts, whether from the Irish branch or the kin closer to him from his own French family line. His wicked temper can come out in various forms when these people are threatened, and those who have suffered his wrath can attest to the fact that, at times, it is best to bite your tongue in his company. He offers his respect to everyone until they prove to be undeserving of it, and once it is lost it is nearly impossible to gain it back.
Théo has a tendency to bit too tense at times, but he does know how to let loose and have fun. His job is a sport to him, one he takes quite seriously, though he does enjoy it and during the course of his few short years with both the Ministry and the Death Eaters, has begun to make a game out of it. Still he's focused, determined and doesn't stop until everything is perfect. If he's not careful he can become somewhat obsessed with what he's doing and can let it dictate his life, something those who care for him look out for but can often fail to prevent.
Despite his nature Théodore can be nurturing, kind, and is a good friend to have when he's contant, thanks to his generally level-headed personality and good sense of humor. He loves children despite all odds, and is much warmer than many of his darker and more deranged counterparts. His youth is, perhaps, in his favor in some ways. He has not allowed the destruction that his affiliated parties cause make him downtrodden, dark, or insane; he is intent on keeping it that way. He is fighting for a cause, and it is one he believes in. He feels there is no need to be sorry for that. [/quote]
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OVERALL HISTORY: Théodore came into the world with a bang – eight weeks too early and healthier than either of his elder siblings had been. No one knew why or how it happened, and though they often questioned it, they never did complain. Théodore was the third of seven children that the Rochforts would have, and the first to be sorted into Slytherin – but we’ll get to that later. As a child, Théodore showed all the prodigal signs that his two elder siblings had. He learned quickly, adapted to his surroundings and was, for the most part, a happy child. It helped tremendously that his family was wealthy, of course, and that he very rarely wanted for much of anything. It could be said that he was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth; whenever his hand went out, it was soon filled with whatever he had so childishly demanded.
And so his youth was joyful. Théodore nearly drowned in his toys and his children’s books. He began to learn to read shortly after his third birthday when he demanded his mother teach him so he didn’t need her to tell him bedtime stories. The tales of The Beedle and the Bard were his favorites, and by the time he was five he had memorized them. From then on his requests seemed to shift from frivolous and expensive toys and other pretty, shiny things to books, however simple they might have been. It wasn’t a shock to his parents – he developed in much the same fashion as their two elder children had.
What made Théodore stand out, however, was his more introverted personality. Théodore could chatter and hold his own like any other Rochfort, but he found much more comfort in his time alone with a book. He was not as socially adept as the others as he seemed to be a bit brasher; his personality was sometimes hard to stomach for those who didn’t know him, and even some who did. He was a perfectionist; that much became clear. He demanded things be done a certain way, and was not satisfied until they were. His leadership skills became apparent soon after, when he began making friends with his cousins and other children about his age. He became the ring master, and they were his circus.
Truthfully, Théodore was happiest that way. He was never harsh or cruel to the other children if he could help it, but rather commanded them with a stern and sturdy hand, much like his father handed his own children. More and more it became obvious that he had much in common with Alexandre Sr., and the pair bonded. Over time it would become clear that Théodore’s fiercest loyalty was to his father.
Do you remember the ‘bang’ we talked about earlier? Well, Théodore shocked his family with an even louder one when he was sorted into Slytherin. They had banked on his acceptance into Ravenclaw like Alexandre Jr. and Ségolène, so his sorting came as a bit of a shock at first. Of course, as he grew it became more and more evident that the shrewd and sometimes cold middle child was in his proper place. That said, his sorting did not deter him from his studies, and from a young age Théo set his standards high. He thrived on the feeling of superiority, though he rarely let it show, and therefore would not allow himself to fall behind in his studies or when it came to his grades, fearing his father’s disappointment if he should not keep the same precedents set by his older brother and sister.
In his first year at Hogwarts, Théodore fell in love with Charms. The class consumed him, and he spent hour after hour reading textbooks and practicing spells. When he found himself bored with his own gradelevel’s work, he borrowed a second year’s spellbook and started from there. He never saw fit to wait around for the ‘proper’ time to master new spells when he could continue learning and excelling without hindrance. His other favorite subjects in his early years included History of Magic, which he also spent hours pouring himself into, Defense against the Dark Arts, and – in his third year and onward – Study of Ancient Runes.
While his strengths were many, Théodore, much to his own frustration did not do well in Transfiguration. The class caused him more grief than he’d like to admit, and his grades never were quite high enough to keep him content. Though his parents never complained of his still well above passing marks, he was never happy, and eventually came to resent both the class and the teacher, which honestly didn’t surprise many people. Of course, they all seemed to think that his displeasure with Professor McGonagall came from his being a Slytherin and her place as head of Gryffindor house. This, ultimately, was not so, but he let them believe as they wished.
In his fifth year, Théodore achieved an O on his Charms, DaDa, and History of Magic O.W.L.s, not at all a surprise. All other grades, save transfiguration, in which he received an A, were E’s. His N.E.W.Ts later on yielded much the same results. He celebrated with immediate application to the Ministry of Magic.
Théodore’s job search has begun early in his fifth year, when he had pulled up all of the information he could on the ministry. It was plain enough that he wanted a job there, but, much to his surprise, it was quite a bit more complex than that. There were at least a dozen departments, and a dozen more within them besides. Truthfully, though he would never in his life admit it, it wasn’t until he put in the application for Obliviator training that he knew that was what he wanted to do, and even after that he had some doubts. Regardless, he soon fell in love with what he dubbed his ‘new calling’ and threw himself into it wholeheartedly.
What happened next is something that some might consider unfortunate. With the wizarding world beginning to quake and the promise of a shift in power hiding under the surface, there were faces that need not be met and places that ought not be explored – all boundaries that Théodore either did not see or chose to ignore. Given his nature, it is truthfully more likely that it was the latter of the two. It was during this time that he met Rabastan Lestrange – and it wasn’t long after that he found himself amongst the newest batch of recruits for the infamous Death Eaters.
Throughout his life, Théodore had always had a sense of supremacy. His name meant something, and his blood meant even more. He had never directly looked down upon the halfbloods and the muggleborns, but his family had long since drilled into his mind that, to some degree, he was better than them. It had been a faint notion at best, and he had never quite allowed himself to worry about bloodlines in the grand scheme of things before, but the more he listened to the other death eaters, the more he begin to see the fault of these mingling bloodlines.
Magic was going to die if the muggles kept mixing with the witches and wizards. Magic was their way of life, and had been for centuries – it was unfair to allow the non-magical agenda corrupt their own. Utterly and totally unfair. What the Death Eaters were doing was for the good of every magical being, creature, and story. They weren’t the villains, they were martyrs. At least, this is what Théodore, with the help of his new cohorts, convinced himself. Slowly but surely any other mindset was swallowed, and the propaganda consumed him. He had found his newest obsession.
Now Théodore was drowning in the thoughts and promise of power. If nothing else, this truly served only to assist him in progressing in his career. When his year of training had come to a close he was happily and quickly accepted among the ranks of his fellow Obliviators – he had learned quickly. Building up the façade of his old, slightly more tolerant, self once again was difficult but necessary, as now more than ever it was pertinent that he gain power and good standing. The Death Eaters needed that. He was one of many necessary tickets into the ministry, and it was his job to see that he remained as such.
Without fail, Théodore has lived up to his purpose and his word. His slip-ups have thus far remained nonexistent or at the very least undocumented. Respect for him builds with each passing day, and his nose turns up just a bit higher with every passing compliment. Others know him, and some revere him. Power is becoming an addiction all its own for Théo, who knows, deep down that complacency kills and that he will soon be tested. The best he can do is prepare the only way he knows and pray that he doesn’t crack under the pressure.
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