Full Name: Oxford Perseus Lovegood
Birthdate: February 14th, 1854
Current Age: 27
Occupation: Wizengamot Interrogator
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Wand: Ash, Dragon heartstring, 11 inches, bendy
Blood Status: Pure
Social Class: Upper
Family: Parents - Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood, Deceased, Murdered
Sisters – Alice Lovegood, owner of the Three Broomsticks, and Olive Lovegood, Hogwarts student
Brother – Andren Lovegood, Hogwarts student
Appearance: Oxford was blessed with quite an Aryan look to him. He has blonde hair, which he keeps short and tidy, and blue eyes, which hold no room for anything more than a worried, thoughtful expression. He stands at a compelling six feet, two inches, and, since he does exercise, weighs a healthy 182 pounds. His wand hand is his right, and his clothing is always deliberate. He wears custom tailored clothing in the latest fashions and is never seen under-dressed or poorly groomed.
History:Oxford was born in 1854 to the Lovegood’s as their first, but not only, child. For the first six years of his life, he was doted upon as any first born male child of an upper class pureblooded family would have been. The doting lessened, but did not stop when his sister Alice was born. Though somewhat of a brat, Oxford suddenly became quite loving and gentle when his baby sister arrived. The rest of his childhood was privileged and full of love. The Lovegood’s lived up to their name when it came to their children. There were no better set of parents, in Oxford’s opinion.
At age eleven, not long after the birth of his second sister Olive, Oxford went to Hogwarts, as the rest of his family had always done, and was sorted into Slytherin, much to the surprise of his parents, though they never treated him any differently for it. It was soon clear to everyone why Oxford had been sorted into that particular house. He was a violently competitive boy who did not hesitate to sabotage his fellow classmates in order to make himself look better. In third year, shortly after receiving the news that he now had a baby brother named Andren, Oxford tried to foil the wrong classmate, however. A Hufflepuff boy named Nicolai fought back, a new thing indeed, and Oxford came to the horrific realization that, instead of punching Nic, he wished nothing more than to kiss him.
Determined to make Oxford a “good person”, Nic became Oxford’s friend, much to Ox’s dismay. Nic was the one who gave him that silly nick-name and it stuck, as thoughts of Nic stuck within Oxford’s mind. In fifth year, after excelling at his OWLS, Oxford tried to upstage Nic’s lesser scores by bragging about his scores to his friend. What started as a fist-fight over academic honor ended in a tangle of bare limbs and desperate kisses in an empty classroom. After that, pretending to be just friends with Nicolai was a measure more difficult.
The summer between fifth year and sixth was excruciating, since Nic went on holiday with his parents to Greece for the whole time. Once sixth year started, Oxford and Nic were inseparable, on many levels. This was the year that Alice started Hogwarts as well, and Oxford found in increasingly difficult to split his free time between his dear sister and his beloved Nicolai. In seventh year, due to his good grades and stalwart good manners, on behalf of Nic’s constant nagging about civility, Oxford became Head Boy, much to the pleased pride of his parents.
Oxford graduated Hogwarts with full marks and spent, as was customary, a year traveling around the “Old World”. Nic accompanied Oxford on his journey and, as if they weren’t in love already, they professed it to one another and swore their undying fidelity during a sunset gondola ride in Venice. It was, by far, one of Oxford’s best memories of Nicolai. The year of travel ended much too quickly for Ox. Though it was not required for a young man of privilege to work, Oxford took a job at the Ministry, seating people at Wizengamot trials. Nicolai, however, started training as a Healer.
Ox quickly worked his way up the ladder in the Ministry and, at age 22, landed a job as a Wizengamot Interrogator. Life was very, very good. Nicolai became a full-fledged Healer and bought a townhouse in London. Though it was not official and very much a secret, Oxford and Nic played houses as often as possible. He knew they would never be accepted in society as a real couple, but Oxford bought Nicolai and very expensive, very ornate amethyst ring and ask Nic to be only his forever despite societal norms. It was a very happy time in Oxford’s life that lasted much longer than he expected it to. Oxford had always been a pessimist, and, eventually, his worst fears were realized.
On Ox’s 25th birthday, too much wine and too little judgment found he and Nic tangled up in bed at his parent’s house, where he officially resided. After some questionable noises made in the throes of passion, Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood came to Ox’s room to investigate the sounds. It was a nightmare. He stood there wrapped in only a sheet as his mother sobbed in a heap on the floor and his father went red in the face yelling at him only an inch away from his face. Poor Nicolai was mortified and Oxford could do nothing but lash out in anger at his father. What did it matter than he preferred men over women? It changed nothing. Tempers ran high and Oxford could hardly believe it when his father called him a very derogatory term and claimed he was no son of his. At that moment, Nic grabbed Ox’s arm and apparated them both away to the townhouse where Oxford had a complete mental breakdown. His life, to him, felt like it was over. His parents were going to disown him, he just knew it. He sobbed about never seeing his siblings again and dissolved into a restless, teary sleep as Nicolai went off and did the most heinous thing possible.
Oxford awoke to a blood-stained, proud-looking Nicolai. He told Oxford that he’d taken care of those bigots and that they would never hurt him again. Oxford could only stare. What bigots? Did he mean…? Ox dressed haphazardly and apparated home to find his parents dead. No, more like slaughtered. Thankfully his younger siblings were away at school and Alice was at the Three Broomsticks, which she’d only just been given by their beloved parents a few weeks before. Nicolai seemed confused. He felt he’d done the right thing, that he’d avenged Oxford, that Ox had wanted him to do it. “You’re mad! Why would I want you to kill my parents?! You’re a murderer! Don’t you realize what you’ve done!?” He snatched his ring off of Nic’s finger and grabbed him, hauling him to the fireplace and through the Floo Network to the Ministry where he announced that he’d caught the murderer of his parents. It took all day to explain it to the Aurors in such a way that didn’t give away his and Nic’s relationship. He painted the picture that lower-born Nic had always coveted the Lovegood’s wealth and that he’d killed them trying to get them to give him the combination to their safe. Confused and broken-hearted Nicolai went along with the story and confessed with little effort.
The next few weeks were agony. Guardianship of his younger siblings fell to him, as did the family home and fortune. The burden of telling his siblings about their parents’ death also fell to him. It was, by far, the most difficult and painful lie he’s ever told. More painful still was the realization that he’d be the interrogator at Nicolai’s hearing. All during the trial, Nic sobbed and begged Oxford to forgive him. Once the guilty verdict had been given, and Oxford delivered Nic’s life-long sentence in Azkaban, Nic yelled out as he was dragged off that he loved Oxford and always would and, again, how sorry he was. Oxford’s face was stony and unforgiving, but inside his heart was bleeding out, twisted with pain. That was two years ago now. The bloodstains are gone, and so is Nicolai. Life goes on. Oxford took up being the head of the Lovegood family with surprising ease. Not only were there whispers about Oxford’s and Nic’s true relationship, but also that it had been Ox’s idea all along. People will talk. However, to keep his honor and save the family name from tarnish, Oxford has decided to put his own life aside and think about the futures of Andren and Olive. The time has come to be respectable, responsible…and, unfortunately, married.
Personality: Skilled liar, knows how to do it and when its being done to him; Fiercely protective, does whatever must be done to protect his siblings; Excellent judge of character, knows how to read people easily; Stern; Serious; Calculating; Driven; Goal-oriented
Boggart: His parents reanimated bodies blaming him for their deaths
Amortentia: Fresh ink, Spiced ale, firewood, clean laundry
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