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CHARACTER STATS:
Name: Arthur Weasley
Date of Birth: 6th February, 1950
Occupation: Ministry employee - Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office
Blood status: Pureblood
Former House: Gryffindor
Wand: Hazel and unicorn hair, 12"
Gringotts Vault: 201
Familial and Spousal Units: Husband of Molly; father of Bill (10), Charlie (8), Percy (4), Fred (2), George (2), and Ron (nearly 1); brother of William and Bilius; brother-in-law of Gideon and Fabian Prewett; son of Septimus and Cedrella; uncle of several nieces and nephews; various cousins and relatives among the Blacks, Crouches, Longbottoms, etc.
HISTORY:
The youngest of three sons, Arthur grew up in a relatively impoverished, if deeply affectionate, household. The chaos of his own home is very much an echo of his own childhood, full of boys and noise and laughter. His family is among the oldest of Pureblood lines, but with none of the wealth of the Malfoys or the Blacks (his mother’s own family), not that it mattered - they were happy. Hogwarts proved an extension of that happiness; always a curious, imaginative child, Arthur delighted in the chance to talk to Muggleborn classmates. That started a lifelong obsession with Muggles that may or may not veer into eccentricity, depending on whom you ask. It also gave him the chance to start experimenting with spells - not inventing them, but applying them to objects not normally enchanted. It became another hobby that he kept after school. Most importantly, he met Molly Prewett, with whom he fell head over heels in love. She’s his balance, his anchor, and his best friend, and they didn’t hesitate to elope almost immediately out of Hogwarts. They’ve since had six sons and are cheerfully without plans to limit their family to that. Money’s tight with so many mouths to feed, but Arthur has a solid career that he loves, and they’ll get by alright. They boys are healthy and happy, and he and Molly have never been better, even with the war on. That’s what’s important.
PERSONALITY:
Cheerful and easy-going, Arthur couldn’t be more different than his wife. He’s quick to laugh and slow to anger, with a bright curiosity about all things Muggle and a genial acceptance of most people and things. He’s not much of a disciplinarian, and would rather wave off problems with a ‘boys will be boys’ attitude than actively correct minor misbehaviors. He’s practically one of them sometimes, the way he encourages antics and displays a childlike enthusiasm of his own when something catches his interest or sense of humor. A lot of his identity over the past ten years has become caught up in his role as a parent; he loves his children more than anything, and though he’s a rather relaxed parent, he’s also fiercely protective. The only times he really gets angry with the boys is if their games list too far toward actually dangerous.
He does have his flaws, despite all that good-naturedness. Arthur’s a proud man, which can be problematic when paired with the family’s financial straits. It isn’t the lack of money that bothers him - there’s no shame in poverty, he feels, if you’re honest and hard-working. What bothers him is the attitudes of others, namely his old Hogwarts rival, Lucius Malfoy. The two never got along, but Malfoy’s emphasis on wealth as an indicator of personal value rankles Arthur, and it’s an offense he takes deeply to heart. They don’t have money, but they stand for something, they have principles. He’s not willing to stand by and let someone malign his family over anything, for any reason, regardless of who they are. He’s not impressed by power. He can also be a little too lax, on the other hand. There are things he shouldn’t let the boys get away with that he lets slide by unremarked, and he himself is a bit of a sneak. He’d never conceal anything from Molly to hurt her, but in the interest of avoiding her temper, or to protect her, he won’t hesitate to hide things from her.
MENTAL:
Arthur’s got little interest in the more highly theoretical branches of magic, not because he doesn’t understand them, but because he’s far more taken with things he can do. He’s fairly kinesthetic, and is a consummate tinker, forever tweaking this and adding that, and the garden shed has become his playground for doing exactly that. For a man responsible for cracking down on the misuse of Muggle objects, he spends an awful lot of time doing just that, for the sake of intellectual curiosity and his own quirky brand of creativity. He’s clever with that kind of thing, and an intelligent man overall, but he’s more a proponent of common sense than of philosophy. He’s very stable emotionally, and it takes a great deal - or a threat to his family - to set off his considerably slow temper. His sense of humor serves him well in the current stressful atmosphere; his children are a constant delight to him, and they’re part of what keeps him happy, and determined (if not blindly optimistic) that things have to get better.
PHYSICAL:
Tall and thin with bright red hair, he’s hard to miss in a crowd. He’s lean but not particularly muscular (past what you get from carting around small children for a decade), and isn’t yet showing signs of the baldness that hit his father by his forties. He does rely on glasses for eyesight, but is otherwise in perfect health. He’s got scars from a caning incident across his back - a memento of the consequences of breaking curfew at school to sneak out with Molly. He wouldn’t be likely to buckle under torture if only because he’s too deeply honorable to willingly give up information.
MAGICAL:
Arthur spends as much time using practical defensive and offensive magic as he does casting charms to entertain Ron in his crib, and it shows. He’s got a good range of abilities, but he excels at dueling and charm work, particularly inventive improvisation with magical and nonmagical items. He’s good with nonverbal magic, too, and casts a Patronus in the form of a weasel.
POLITICAL:
He’s got a delicate tightrope to walk, politically. On the one hand he’s a longtime and trusted Ministry employee, head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. On the other, he’s been a member of the Order of the Phoenix since just after Dumbledore’s death. His brothers-in-law were already members, and after the loss of Albus Arthur felt it his duty to contribute whatever help he could. The fact of his involvement has been kept a very tightly-guarded secret from Molly, both for the sake of her nerves and that of his ears. Or so he thinks.
He finds the leadership of both organizations somewhat worrisome, but there’s little he can do about either. He still trusts Crouch, but, like Molly, is becoming increasingly concerned with dictatorial tendencies he’s noticing. He also deeply resents how much influence certain individuals have over Ministry policy, and sees that as an inexcusable corruption. As for the Order, he finds Moody a bit reactionary at times, but he’s worked with him enough times professionally to trust his judgment, his leadership, and, above all, his capabilities.
In their own words, how would your character describe themselves?:
Oh, I’m average enough, I suppose. I’m down at the Ministry when I’m not helping Molly here, not that she needs the help, the woman is a miracle. Oh! Though I do have something I’ve been working on, if you care to see? It’s er - it came from the office, and Bill and Charlie have been helping me with it. We think we might be able to get it to chase gnomes, you know, as a sort of a joke. Only, ah - best not worry to Molly with it. You understand.
TECHNICAL:
RP Account:
PB: Damian Lewis
Write a sample post:
*The problem with having six children is that there are, of course, six of them. It’s only really an issue when it comes to playing, Arthur’s noticed - Bill and Charlie get on thick as thieves, the twins are little thieves if you don’t watch them constantly, and Ron’s too young to do too much more than drool on himself and ride around on people’s hips. That leaves poor little Perce the odd man out. He’s not a handful like the twins and he’s too young, at four, to gallivant about with his older brothers, and Arthur rather feels sorry for him. That’s why, as the twins are evading a bath and Ron’s down for the night and the older boys are planning who knows what, four-year-old Percy is perched in Arthur’s lap, watching him do paperwork. He has absolutely no idea why, but Perce seems to like watching the way the ink scratches onto the parchment. He’s quiet, his little back settled comfortably against Arthur’s chest, and it shouldn’t be too much longer before those eyelids start to droop. It’s the oddest way he’s ever found to get a child to settle down for the night, but if it works, that’s perfectly alright. He’d rather a happily odd child than an unhappily normal one, any day.*