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SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE -- 17 -- SLYTHERIN
full name: Severus Tobias Snape
nicknames: Sev, Snivellus, The Half-Blood Prince
birthdate: January 9th 1960
age: Seventeen
birthplace: Cokeworth
blood-type: Half-Blood
sexuality: Heterosexual
year/occupation: 6th Year Slytherin
wand: 13 ½” + Blackthorn + Dragon Heartstring + Supple
in three words: Creepy + Brooding + Clever
faults: Intense – Obsessive – Malevolent
strengths: Ingenious + Perceptive + Attentive
quirks: Gawky – a Romantic – Love of the Dark Arts
amortentia: Berry + Ink + Asphodel
play by: Brian Warner
brief history: Severus does not come from a happy home. His Muggle father, Tobias, is cruel and physically abusive, while his Pureblood mother, Eileen, is emotionally distant and broken by her husband's heavy hand. When Severus was very little, his mother managed to summon the motivation to teach him magic behind her husband's back. It was less an expression of affection for her boy than an act of defiance against Tobias, but regardless, it served Severus well. Thus he began his forays into the Dark Arts before he had a wand of his own. His mother was not permitted to do magic in the house, which gave him many opportunities to steal her wand and practice hexes – though he had to be careful. He could not take the wand outside, but inside he ran the risk of crossing his father and earning an extra thrashing. The older he got, the more he chose to forgo the wand for the safety of escape. It was through those flights of freedom that he met Lily. The moment he saw her, he loved and coveted her. Eventually, he won her friendship and the two became inseparable.
Yet when they went off to Hogwarts, Sev was bound for disappointment. He and Lily were sorted into opposing Houses, and, as the years went by, Severus' friends drove a wedge between his head and his heart. He turned further to the Dark Arts and an even darker path. The inability to reconcile his desire for power and his feelings for Lily caught up with him at the end of his fifth year. He lost her for what appeared to be forever. So he fell even further into errant ways.
Sample:
Summer had arrived, sweltering and sultry. The damp, smoggy air hung stagnant over the town of Cokeworth. Even in the heat, the great chimney belched its smoke over the rows of mean, brick houses and the torpid river of the village. Severus Snape was returning to this, his home, on summer holiday. He had just completed his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it had been the most miserable year of his life. He had lost his only friend, the girl he was desperately in love with, Lily Evans. At the end of the previous term, he had accidentally insulted her, but despite apologizing profusely, she refused to speak with him. Her last words to him had echoed in his head for the entire year. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine. Those words had become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Without Lily in his life, Severus had sunken into despair and in his desperation, only fallen further into the Dark Arts. Since he could not reclaim Lily, he turned to the only comfort he had left — his own talent with the darker side of magic. He had barely spoken to anyone all year, instead remaining sequestered with his books, potions and spells. It had been lonely and depressing, although his intense focus on his skills did have a silver-lining. His raw power and ingenuity had improved dramatically. But if he was honest with himself, Severus would have rather had Lily by his side.
As wretched as his year at school had been, he was even less happy to leave Hogwarts and return to Cokeworth. His mother met him at King's Cross Station in London. Although Severus was grateful to his mother for teaching him about the magical world from a young age, he had never been close with her. All he saw when he looked at her was her weakness. She was a Pure-Blood witch, yet she allowed herself to be cowed and controlled by Severus' Muggle father. She was a coward. Her son had lost all respect for her as the years went by. They walked silently down the lane to Spinner's End, both preoccupied with their own thoughts. Severus was trying not to think about Lily, who lived only a few blocks away. His mother was most likely thinking of his father. She was sporting a fading black-eye, and Severus knew better than to believe that she had fallen. He did not question her about it. The mark was hardly unusual, and if she refused to stick up for herself, Severus was certainly not going to do it for her.
Severus and his mother entered the shabby brick house at the end of the street. His father, Tobias Snape, was waiting in the sitting room. He stood tall and threatening, eying his wife and son in inebriated disgust. Severus recognized the drunken wrath in his father's dark glare. Like his mother's black-eye, it was hardly out of the ordinary. When he was young, seeing his father in a drunken rage made Severus shake in fear. Tobias had beaten him on many occasions, once so severely that Severus lost consciousness. At age ten, Severus had finally lashed back, badly burning his father's abusive hand. Since then, Tobias had kept his anger focused on Eileen.
"Back, are you boy?" Tobias slurred furiously. "Who said I wanted you back, you worthless ingrate? And you" he turned his furor on his wife, "what are you bringing him here for? I didn't tell you to fetch him!"
Severus' eyes reflected the hatred back at his father. This was the perfect welcome home, he thought bitterly, to the life he hated, to the house that had trapped him for seventeen years. But next year he would be gone. He would take up arms with the Death Eaters and put Muggles like his father in their place. He turned and began to ascend the stairs to his attic room in stoney silence, leaving them to it as his father advanced on his mother. The sounds of her pleading echoed through the house. Severus shut his bedroom door and pulled out his wand. He began maliciously shooting flies out of the air. Below, he could hear his mother wailing. When an abrupt silence fell over the house, Severus heard heavy footsteps rushing up the stairs. The next moment his door had burst open. His father stood seething in the doorway.
"Where'd she go!" he bellowed.
Severus looked blankly up at his father from his bed, where he had lain shooting flies. "What?" he asked impatiently.
"Don't play games with me boy! She vanished into thin air! Don't tell me you don't know where that bloody witch has gone!"
"Well I don't know," Severus snapped.
"You–" his father sputtered with fury. "You go get her back this minute!"
"No," he said, rising and keeping a firm grip on his wand.
"What did you say?" Tobias asked threateningly, taking a step toward his son.
"I won't go looking for her. I hope she never comes back," Severus spat at him.
His father's face contorted with rage. He raised his hand and, before Severus could prevent it, he hit his son hard. Severus crashed downward onto the floor. His left eye throbbed as though his father's fist had been made of lead. His vision was blurry as it watered from the pain, but he could see his father advancing on him again.
"Sectumsempra!" he shouted, slashing his wand in his father's general direction.
There was a cry of pain and his father stumbled backward into the wall, clutching his face. Blood was pouring from beneath his hands. Severus scrambled to his feet. His head was reeling, but he managed to keep his wand pointed at his father. "Get out," Severus hissed. "Get out and don't come back! If I see you again, I will kill you!" Angry red sparks shot from the end of his wand.
Tobias turned and ran. Severus followed the trail of blood drops downstairs. Through the open front door, he could see the retreating figure of his father, fleeing down the street in terror. Severus stood watching until Tobias turned down another lane and was gone. He was overcome by a feeling of power, standing alone and triumphant in the empty house. Attacking his father had been incredibly satisfying. He could not believe it had taken him so many years to turn the tables. Finally, Severus closed the door and returned to his room. His eye was swelling rapidly, and needed treatment. On his way up the stairs, Severus paused briefly to blast a hole through a portrait of his father. The death-threat had not been empty, but he would never hear from either of his parents again.
nicknames: Sev, Snivellus, The Half-Blood Prince
birthdate: January 9th 1960
age: Seventeen
birthplace: Cokeworth
blood-type: Half-Blood
sexuality: Heterosexual
year/occupation: 6th Year Slytherin
wand: 13 ½” + Blackthorn + Dragon Heartstring + Supple
in three words: Creepy + Brooding + Clever
faults: Intense – Obsessive – Malevolent
strengths: Ingenious + Perceptive + Attentive
quirks: Gawky – a Romantic – Love of the Dark Arts
amortentia: Berry + Ink + Asphodel
play by: Brian Warner
brief history: Severus does not come from a happy home. His Muggle father, Tobias, is cruel and physically abusive, while his Pureblood mother, Eileen, is emotionally distant and broken by her husband's heavy hand. When Severus was very little, his mother managed to summon the motivation to teach him magic behind her husband's back. It was less an expression of affection for her boy than an act of defiance against Tobias, but regardless, it served Severus well. Thus he began his forays into the Dark Arts before he had a wand of his own. His mother was not permitted to do magic in the house, which gave him many opportunities to steal her wand and practice hexes – though he had to be careful. He could not take the wand outside, but inside he ran the risk of crossing his father and earning an extra thrashing. The older he got, the more he chose to forgo the wand for the safety of escape. It was through those flights of freedom that he met Lily. The moment he saw her, he loved and coveted her. Eventually, he won her friendship and the two became inseparable.
Yet when they went off to Hogwarts, Sev was bound for disappointment. He and Lily were sorted into opposing Houses, and, as the years went by, Severus' friends drove a wedge between his head and his heart. He turned further to the Dark Arts and an even darker path. The inability to reconcile his desire for power and his feelings for Lily caught up with him at the end of his fifth year. He lost her for what appeared to be forever. So he fell even further into errant ways.
Sample:
Summer had arrived, sweltering and sultry. The damp, smoggy air hung stagnant over the town of Cokeworth. Even in the heat, the great chimney belched its smoke over the rows of mean, brick houses and the torpid river of the village. Severus Snape was returning to this, his home, on summer holiday. He had just completed his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it had been the most miserable year of his life. He had lost his only friend, the girl he was desperately in love with, Lily Evans. At the end of the previous term, he had accidentally insulted her, but despite apologizing profusely, she refused to speak with him. Her last words to him had echoed in his head for the entire year. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine. Those words had become a self-fulfilling prophecy. Without Lily in his life, Severus had sunken into despair and in his desperation, only fallen further into the Dark Arts. Since he could not reclaim Lily, he turned to the only comfort he had left — his own talent with the darker side of magic. He had barely spoken to anyone all year, instead remaining sequestered with his books, potions and spells. It had been lonely and depressing, although his intense focus on his skills did have a silver-lining. His raw power and ingenuity had improved dramatically. But if he was honest with himself, Severus would have rather had Lily by his side.
As wretched as his year at school had been, he was even less happy to leave Hogwarts and return to Cokeworth. His mother met him at King's Cross Station in London. Although Severus was grateful to his mother for teaching him about the magical world from a young age, he had never been close with her. All he saw when he looked at her was her weakness. She was a Pure-Blood witch, yet she allowed herself to be cowed and controlled by Severus' Muggle father. She was a coward. Her son had lost all respect for her as the years went by. They walked silently down the lane to Spinner's End, both preoccupied with their own thoughts. Severus was trying not to think about Lily, who lived only a few blocks away. His mother was most likely thinking of his father. She was sporting a fading black-eye, and Severus knew better than to believe that she had fallen. He did not question her about it. The mark was hardly unusual, and if she refused to stick up for herself, Severus was certainly not going to do it for her.
Severus and his mother entered the shabby brick house at the end of the street. His father, Tobias Snape, was waiting in the sitting room. He stood tall and threatening, eying his wife and son in inebriated disgust. Severus recognized the drunken wrath in his father's dark glare. Like his mother's black-eye, it was hardly out of the ordinary. When he was young, seeing his father in a drunken rage made Severus shake in fear. Tobias had beaten him on many occasions, once so severely that Severus lost consciousness. At age ten, Severus had finally lashed back, badly burning his father's abusive hand. Since then, Tobias had kept his anger focused on Eileen.
"Back, are you boy?" Tobias slurred furiously. "Who said I wanted you back, you worthless ingrate? And you" he turned his furor on his wife, "what are you bringing him here for? I didn't tell you to fetch him!"
Severus' eyes reflected the hatred back at his father. This was the perfect welcome home, he thought bitterly, to the life he hated, to the house that had trapped him for seventeen years. But next year he would be gone. He would take up arms with the Death Eaters and put Muggles like his father in their place. He turned and began to ascend the stairs to his attic room in stoney silence, leaving them to it as his father advanced on his mother. The sounds of her pleading echoed through the house. Severus shut his bedroom door and pulled out his wand. He began maliciously shooting flies out of the air. Below, he could hear his mother wailing. When an abrupt silence fell over the house, Severus heard heavy footsteps rushing up the stairs. The next moment his door had burst open. His father stood seething in the doorway.
"Where'd she go!" he bellowed.
Severus looked blankly up at his father from his bed, where he had lain shooting flies. "What?" he asked impatiently.
"Don't play games with me boy! She vanished into thin air! Don't tell me you don't know where that bloody witch has gone!"
"Well I don't know," Severus snapped.
"You–" his father sputtered with fury. "You go get her back this minute!"
"No," he said, rising and keeping a firm grip on his wand.
"What did you say?" Tobias asked threateningly, taking a step toward his son.
"I won't go looking for her. I hope she never comes back," Severus spat at him.
His father's face contorted with rage. He raised his hand and, before Severus could prevent it, he hit his son hard. Severus crashed downward onto the floor. His left eye throbbed as though his father's fist had been made of lead. His vision was blurry as it watered from the pain, but he could see his father advancing on him again.
"Sectumsempra!" he shouted, slashing his wand in his father's general direction.
There was a cry of pain and his father stumbled backward into the wall, clutching his face. Blood was pouring from beneath his hands. Severus scrambled to his feet. His head was reeling, but he managed to keep his wand pointed at his father. "Get out," Severus hissed. "Get out and don't come back! If I see you again, I will kill you!" Angry red sparks shot from the end of his wand.
Tobias turned and ran. Severus followed the trail of blood drops downstairs. Through the open front door, he could see the retreating figure of his father, fleeing down the street in terror. Severus stood watching until Tobias turned down another lane and was gone. He was overcome by a feeling of power, standing alone and triumphant in the empty house. Attacking his father had been incredibly satisfying. He could not believe it had taken him so many years to turn the tables. Finally, Severus closed the door and returned to his room. His eye was swelling rapidly, and needed treatment. On his way up the stairs, Severus paused briefly to blast a hole through a portrait of his father. The death-threat had not been empty, but he would never hear from either of his parents again.
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