Post by christoph winter rivers on Aug 10, 2012 14:53:31 GMT -5
CHRISTOPH WINTER RIVERS
Basics: DOB: August 2nd
Mother: Oblivia Oliver, deceased
Father: Paul Walker Rivers, deceased
Siblings: Olivia Dean Rivers, sister, deceased
Likes:
* Transfiguration
* Music
* Alcohol
* Darkness
* A Certain Girl Who Shall Remain Unnamed
Dislikes:
* People
* Trust
* Ignorance
* Good Guys
* Cheaters
Fears:
*Dying Alone:: Although he will not discuss this with anyone, Winter is afraid of being alone, dying alone, and being forgotten.
*Trust:: He fears trust because trust leads to pain, and it is broken easier than love. He grows insecure when he reaches the part of a relationship where trust is important.
Favorite Subject: Transfiguration
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Deep Black
Build: Muscular, Lean
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 180 lbs
Christoph, who prefers to be called Chris, or Winter, was a normal child from a good home. His family was loving, and they spent tons of time together when the kids were younger. Winter, and his twin sister Olivia, had many wonderful experiences with their family during trips, holidays, and even sharing their first day of school. In fact, the first three years they spent together at Hogwart's had been some of the most magical times they had ever known. Even with the odd events unfolding around them, the twins had always been together. They were sorted into the same house due to their natural intelligence, and how there was no puzzle the two could not complete together. The twins did well in classes, and were practically inseparable during those three years. Then Winter's world crashed around him, and his heart was broken never to be repaired.
His family was at home, while Winter was spending the day with one of his childhood friends, and upon his return home he discovered the bodies. His beloved family torn, broken, and bloodied; the house in shambles as someone had broken in and murdered his entire family, including their family pet. Winter fell to the floor, and was found there days later by people that worked in the Ministry with his father. He was carted off to a safe house, were he spent months as the murders were investigated. Although there had been rumors, those that perpetrated the murders were never found. This twisted Winter's view on life, and he became bitter, depressed, and never allowed himself to really trust anyone. He struggled through his remainder of time at Hogwart's, though not due to his intelligence. The work was never a problem, but his once loving and happy boy ways sunk into a dark pit that would rival any adult. He had discovered alcohol, and drank constantly. This habit carried over into adulthood as he continues to prefer the love of a bottle than that of many friends. He strays from groups preferring to remain alone, or around only a select few people at a time.
The one person who is closest to him, even if he does not trust her, is a muggle girl named Melora Fletcher. The Fletcher girl was as close as Winter would get to a friend, and a lover, even if she did not know he held some of those feelings for her, Winter knew of his own emotions. He is well connected to his feelings, and aware of everything he would know of himself. This is the result of years of soul searching, remorse for the loss of his family, and the pain he felt when he did not drowned himself in the bottom of a bottle. His inner demons are strong, but he fights every day to save a piece of his own sanity. He will not die until he brings those that murdered his family before him, and deals out justice in his own way.
The return to the school saw Winter distant from his friends, and the professors he had loved. He kept to himself, and didn't greet people the way he had in the past. His mind remained sharp, even if it was now tainted with dark clouds of revenge. His demeanor grew from clever banter to deep sarcasm and an overwhelming desire to hurt those that killed his family like he had been hurt. His grades went down, and soon he found he was barely passing his courses. This did nothing to keep him from remaining to himself and away from most others. There might have been one or two that he stayed close to, including the one girl he loved above all others. Yet, she didn't know he existed. Most others hardly saw him out and about unless he was spied sitting in the library with a book over his face, even those from his own house.
Often Winter could also be found on the taller balconies of the school. His eyes turned toward the sky in contemplation. All thoughts revolve around finding those who had murdered his family, including his dear sister. To this day he wears her ring on his pinky fingers to remind him that he is not alone in his desire for revenge. Students who were close to his twin might make attempts to become closer to Winter, but his changes has proven too lost in depression for friendship. Now in his sixth year he faces an uncertain future, one shrouded in mystery that involves the Ministry he hates, and an unknown murderer that he has sworn to kill.
Winter has a beautiful mind, he is sharp, intelligent, and witty. He can be very charming and persuasive, yet at the same time his dark nature is what most people always remember about him. He is sarcastic, untrusting, but can mostly get along with others. Most of this stems from his past experiences, and he knows that these are things he can not change about himself. He would as soon stay away from crowds and trouble and spend his time mostly studying in the library or reading a book in his common room. This leads him to not have many friends, but the ones he does keep he is very close to. His loyalty is legendary to those select few. Yet, his solitary nature plays on his greatest fear of dying alone, and being alone. Something he knows will happen, but he still can not force himself to trust alot of people enough to let them get too close to him.
There is a softer side to Winter, under the layers of his solitary demeanor. He was once in love with a girl, and still holds a place for her; even if he decided love was never meant for him. He loves her secretly to this day, but has never told her. He was a romantic before the incident with his family. That side of him has not completely died, but it is hidden under a strong force of mistrust and pain. He cares for those weaker than him, and would defend someone against a bully without ever letting them know he had helped. His pain is directed as much inside as outside. Guilt has laid claim to his thoughts, and he feels he should have been there to die along with his sister. The hurt he feels over this loss is much stronger than any other emotion Winter feels. Even if he is a good person deep down, he has shielded himself from others so much that no one really knows that he has a heart. It is too cold, and too distant.
Winter is far from alone, though. He has two or three friends that he considers closer than any others. One of these friends would be the girl he is secretly in love with, though she has no clue he holds any emotions past the bitter pain he feels due to the loss of his sister. Yet, Winter has the capacity for great love, even if he tries his best to ignore it due to his confusion. It is rare for it to happen, but Winter has been known to smile at least once or twice. Laughing doesn't happen, but it is within him. All he needs is the right trigger to bring himself out of the darkness that has claimed him since his twin was murdered. For the most part, he enjoys his time alone reading, or thinking. It seems to be the only things that dull the ache.
The explanation and story he gave her was most definitely far from what she expected to leave this boy’s mouth never mind even lie in his thoughts. Sure she found she liked being in his company, and maybe part of that was because he was the first person to properly talk to her in a long time, but she could tell that wasn’t the same for everyone. His eyes when he’d first looked at her were cold and as lifeless as her whole profile conveyed, yet here he was now showing a completely unexpected side to him as he spoke about this girl. Without interrupting Indi watched Winter as he described the girl like something only a romance novel could describe someone as, that scene with the first glance across a crowded room at the protagonist’s love. She smiled at the way his words described the girl he spoke of and the way he felt about her both in his confusion of love and of his hatred for her. Occasionally the brunette would add in small comments here and there but nothing to interrupt Winter’s stories and confessions, sometimes adding only a simple nod to show she was listening to what he said. Indigo shook her head with no sign of hurt or anger on her face just as she had no feelings in such way when Winter spoke of this girl being the only one to ultimately rescue him from his ‘dead heart’ before continuing to go on to apologize for offending her which he had not done. Figures of speech were a habit and she wasn’t about to condemn someone for watching their words around her just because she was dead. Once too had Indigo been alive, she wasn’t ignorant to these sayings and she certainly wasn’t going to take offence when it was not needed to be taken or meant against her.
Sitting silently she let Winter speak, tell her of times when he was around this girl of his. Just like his family confessions it seemed this too was something he needed to talk of out loud and she was happy to sit and listen. Indigo was a bit of a sucker for romance anyways, It was something she couldn’t have now that she was dead, couldn’t feel that love she read about and longed for like most adolescent girls did, but to hear of others feelings it almost made her feel like she was there, like she was involved and if that was all she could have then she’d treasure that gladly. She wondered if he knew how much he seemed to love her, it was more than apparent in his stories and the tone of his voice, how that had changed when he began to speak of his crush. Indi could relate to his feelings somewhat as he told her he hated this girl of his because she made him feel alive when he looked at her. That was how she too felt when around people, talking to the living like right now in fact. To have someone look at you and see you was something that you never did notice until you experienced people looking straight through you in either the literal or metaphorical sense, both were the same in her experience. The ghost wondered how this girl looked at him because right now Indigo had so much respect and care for Winter in her lifeless eyes. The boy before her hid so much behind his cruel exterior, if only he let people see what she was seeing right now, then people may look at him differently. She wondered if he seen that hate in her eyes as well as he words, if so she could never imagine something so heartbreaking but then by what Winter was telling her he had a huge part to blame in her dislike for him. He seemed to know that as she listened, seemed to know that he had pushed her away from him and to some extent Indigo could sympathize with him even if she could only begin to understand him.
Looking at him she could see he truly meant what he was saying as he spoke to her of this girl, emotion showing in his eyes clearer than it had since she’d met Winter hours ago today. He seemed so alive right now and Indigo reluctantly felt a tinge of jealously, to be able to feel as alive as his body language portrayed, that was living to an extent she didn’t know if she’d ever feel again in this lifetime. Still, this wasn’t to do with her emotions right now and she smiled softly at him as he finally stopped speaking and there was a silence. Indi laughed a little as he asked her if he was ‘silly’, “Short answer, yes...But that’s what happens when people are in love” maybe she just read too much but those literature had to come from some experience and longing otherwise it wouldnt seem so real to a reader. Indigo, however, had every confidence that love really could be like that and Winter seemed to be struck rather hard with cupid’s unwanted arrow, “Maybe you should tell her? What’s the worst that could happen if you already think she hates you?” it was true. If she hated her as much as he said she did then there would be no harm in telling her his feelings. Indigo didn’t know the girl to judge her but if she’d met Winter under difference circumstances then she knew her view on him would be different, she too would probably dislike his cold attitude. “People do hide things Winter and you’re a perfect example of that...how do you know this girl hates you?” she asked him rhetorically not expecting an answer. She was a girl and she knew exactly how they would act on occasion, it was for no reason that boys would often say they didn’t understand girls but it was the same for most people regardless of who they were or where they’d come from, people didn’t always say what they thought.
