Post by liam redferne on Mar 23, 2013 15:59:59 GMT
Liam James Redferne
Hey, my name is... Liam James Redferne
But most call me... Liam or Mr Redferne or Professor Redferne
If you want to, you can label me... heterosexual
I've been on this earth for... 26
Which means I was born... March 8th
I'm a... teacher
And only a... Curses & Hexes Professor
My eyes are... blue.
And my hair is... dark brown.
One could say... I often seem to have a blank, emotionless or serious expression on my face which sometime can be cracked when my emotions start to emerge. I share the common Redferne traits with my dark brown hair and cold cerulean blue eyes. I can also be seen wearing black rimmed glasses- of which, I need to wear when reading.
I stand at 5’11 and although I’m lean I do not lack in muscle, I like to keep my body in good, fit shape as I was brought up to do so in case I needed to use more human ways to fight in absence of magic.
My body is littered with scars across my body, the worst being my chest and back. All of them however, are easily covered so most will not see them and usually, the only time I have my scars viable are the ones on my arms- when I roll my sleeves up.
I'm normally seen wearing... smart casual clothing.
And I supposedly look like... Matt Bomer
All round, I'm... A reasonably nice man that’s usually calm, collected, patient and rarely loses his temper. I’d fight fiercely for my younger brotherS and sisters and would put my life on the line for them any day if I had to. I like to think logically, with a level head and once I put my mind to doing something I approach accomplishing it with the determination to succeed.
When it comes to teaching, I’d say I’m a relatively strict teacher. I will not tolerate rudeness, those who disturb the class or even put others at danger with their flippant, careless use of their magic. I will also only teach those who want to be taught, those that don’t might as well not come to class at all.
With my younger brothers and sisters, they know that they can always come to me for anything in any situation. If they need me no matter if it’s just a small question or if they’re in trouble, I will always try to help them to the best of my ability. Even if it means breaking the law.
I'm in love with... poetry, art, reading, chess and magic
Though I detest... what my siblings and I have gone through, rudeness, laziness, people that are reliant on technology, harm to any of my siblings and unnecessary cruelty
But my best assets are... my magical ability, also I’m quick-minded, logical, level-headed, patient and self-disciplined.
However my worst... I’ve been told I can be too serious, I find it hard to emotionally connect with people and I don't like losing control of myself or a situation.
And I dream of... my brothers and sisters finding happiness, leaving our past behind them and living their lives how they wish to. I’d willingly die and die happy for this to come to actualisation.
My life story... I was born into the Redferne clan. A ruthless clan known for its power and incredibly skilled and talented members that for many generations have been moulded into the belief that weakness in any form is to be punished severely. This included emotions. The clan formed the belief that emotions were unnecessary and became a hindrance to their members so each family tried to rid of them in their children from an early age. In the clan’s history it started as mere strict scolding which developed into verbal abuse and the odd smack but over the years it’s twisted into something far darker in the pursuit for power and strength. Now, families abuse their children to severe extents until they show no signs of useless emotions and dedicate their lives to becoming better and better sometimes even having gone so far as to kill their own kin in the process. Their view is that the weak is to be eliminated because the Redferne Clan expecting nothing but the best to hold their name.
As first born to James and Amelia Redferne- two of the best sorcerers our clan had ever produced but also possibly two of the cruellest- as soon as I was able to start practising, because I was their first born my parents pushed me to excel in all areas of magic, wanting to forge me into a great sorcerer and powerful weapon that could be used not only in the war that raged on at the time but also against anyone who dared cross them. Mistakes resulted in a strong, hard smack across the head, no food and not being allowed inside the manor until the mistakes were corrected. Forgetfulness resulted in verbal abuse and beatings in order to beat you into remembering. Disobedience whether it to be showing signs of emotions or straying from training resulted in beatings, lashings and curses that no child should ever endure. I do recall many times feeling so battered that I felt like I was going die…only for my so called parents to heal me just enough to prevent such a thing from happening.
As I grew older that familiar layer of ice you may find with a Redferne began to form, I became so good at concealing and holding back my emotions that the cold had become a part of me and pain whilst still wasn’t something I particularly enjoyed my tolerance had grown.
However, as I grew, my younger siblings were born, Cain a year younger than myself, Connor three years younger, Tobias eight years younger, Aria nine years, Jonah eleven years, Asher sixteen years and Elodie nineteen years younger. As their older brother that loved them dearly I felt as it it was my duty to protect them and yet most of them went through the tortured that I had to persevere and with each beating…it hurt to hear, to watch, to just stand there and not being able to do anything because I wasn’t strong enough. A few times I did try to step in, save my brothers and sister from their pain and suffering at the hands of my parents but our parents were far more powerful than I and whenever I tried I paid for my ‘disobedience’ and a few times I even took some of my sibling’s beatings for them with the promise that I’ll ‘eradicate their errors’. Then again, I’d as much pain as I could from my dear, loved siblings. They were the only ones I held close to my heart, the only ones who could melt that ice.
When I moved out I extended invitation to live with me to my siblings but my parents would not allow it and they made the consequences very clear. But when Northvale Academy was opened and I secured a position as the teacher of Charms to be followed shortly by Cain receiving the position of Potions Professor, James and Amelia sent Tobias, Aria and Jonah to attend the school also. Despite the fact that ‘scum’ attended the school, James and Amelia saw it beneficial that their children were to learn more from their older brothers, other respected sorcerers and learn more ‘of the enemy’.
I personally visited Redferne Manor often still. Only for Asher and Elodie. However, the day I visited the manor a year ago to find our younger sister of only six years old beaten nearly to death and ever silent Asher still trembling...I couldn’t stand seeing them in our parents care any longer everyone else had been damaged but now away from the cursed manor but Asher and Elodie…they were still salvable. They could be saved from being broken.
And so, I took them away from that place, Connor happily taking them in under his roof whilst I dealt with a very pissed off James, Amelia and other family members who had contributed to our suffering over the years.
It all built up, I wanted to kill them, make them suffer and so, I conspired with Cain. Not even I, by myself, was strong enough to end their lives…but my power combined with Cain’s made the idea very possible and within a few weeks we saw the deed come to pass.
I will always remember the battles that day, how difficult James had been to fight due to his power but in their want to make their children into weapons, I don’t think they ever foresaw the idea of their children turning against them. Stronger than them and defeating them. I ended James just as Cain ended Amelia, we both eradicated our grandparents, aunts and uncles and burnt that fucking manor down, orchestrating a set up that would make the death seem like an accident to the Council and the rest of our clan. And even if they suspected foul play, we left no evidence or trails which would bring them to the conclusion that we were definitely the culprits.
Then, we were finally free of them entirely. It was like a burden had been lifted. My family could finally take that first step towards moving on from our past. Yes, none of us could ever forget what happened to us when those psychopaths were still alive and it was going to be hard…but our future was bright.
Things were rocky, my siblings were each going through their own individual difficulties but no one could’ve predicted what happened when the first annual games arrived. Aria volunteered in the place of another. No one could know what she was thinking and I will admit now that I was scared for her even though I knew she was exceptionally talented…my little sister was going into an arena to fight for her life in an attempt to bring the races together, who wouldn’t be scared? I wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her…what our family has been through…to lose each other would be a blow that would be hard to recover from.
I volunteered to be the Sorcerers of the Games mentor and Myself, Cain and the rest of the family worked together to help train Aria for what was to come.
But what I hadn’t anticipated was the sorcerers having their wands taken from them. Aria and the other two sorcerers, Pandora and Ella, entered the arena with vampires, werewolves and faeries wandless. I was furious. Aria could do some wandless magic but otherwise she and the other two girls had nothing but the pact they made with the faeries to keep them safe and even that…one moment my sister was travelling up to the volcano with Pandora and Ella and the next, a fucking vampire snatched her.
What I witnessed next sent my blood to boil. The vampire sunk his fucking fangs into my little sister’s neck and as he drank, in an attempt to stop him, another vampire ripped him off Aria’s neck whilst the fangs were still deeply embedded. The small punctures were now a huge slash of ripped skin, bleeding heavily. I was seething and I tried to have her removed from the games. She was bleeding too much…she couldn’t…I was thankful when her friends came to her aid and the sorcerers and faeries combined there powers in order to heal Aria to the point where death was no longer the outcome.
That is, until I received word that the necessary charms in order to keep the teenagers safe from the volcano’s eruption were not made. Even though the teenagers were quickly withdrawn from the Games, I definitely gave the Council an earful over what fucking incompetent idiot had they put in charge of the protection charms and why they didn’t put someone much more skilled in charge of them but what was done was done and the teenagers had been removed and Aria’s wound had been attended to by people that knew what they were doing.
Other things happened with my family during Aria’s time in the arena but they were soon over with too and despite the time the teenager’s had spent in the arena, Northvale seemed to quickly return to its normal state as if nothing had happened.
Recently, I have stepped down from the position of Charms teacher and taken up the position of teacher of Curses & Hexes as my younger brother Connor then took up my old job.
I was born to... James and Amelia Redferne
And also live with... Cain, Connor, Tobias, Aria, Jonah, Asher and Elodie
My ooc name is... Tof[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... More than a year and a half
The Secret Word is... Halloween
Here's a little sample...Liam just managed to catch a glimpse of the pain in Danica’s eyes before she looked away and couldn’t quite gather the right words to reply to her comment about how he died in order to escape. It was a sad yet happy way to view it…but the craziness wouldn’t have even started if it weren’t for James.
It took everything he had not to wince when Danica spoke about her past clearly too lost to it to remember his presence. The way she spoke and her experience reminded him of the many times he and his brothers and sisters were ‘punished’ (but he’d call it tortured) for showing any display of emotion. Even affection for each other.
Right then Danica pulled on his heart strings. There was no way she could fake that pain- Liam would’ve been able to spot it a mile away- and her pain managed to touch his heart and get through to the part of him that cared for others. He couldn't help but feel the need to help her because as crazy as it sounded right then she reminded him of his siblings- people trying to hide their pain from the past. Only it seemed for Danica she had finally crumbled.
Like he knew they all would one day if they hadn’t already.
“…Danica…” He begun, taking a step closer to her.
“It wasn’t your fault…many high status families were…mad with power.
Our parents were just victims who didn’t manage to get out like we have. They also didn’t have their families to keep them from the darkness that was the way our clans were taught.
Violence and hate…was all they knew.” Especially with James and Amelia whose emotions were beaten out of them to a point where all they could be was what they were subjected to…how could they have been anything else when they knew nothing else? They didn’t even have love with their siblings like Liam and his brothers and sisters had- in their world it was every man (or woman) for himself. Yes, it didn’t mean what they did to him and his siblings wasn’t despicable and wrong but they were still victims.
Going over to her- he very carefully put a comforting and reassuring hand on her shoulder “Your brother’s death wasn’t your fault. You have to remember that. You were just an infant...you couldn’t have done anything and even if you were older…James was powerful. Too powerful.
Don’t ever blame yourself for actions and mistakes you didn’t commit.
If you start doing that...it'd drive you insane. Trust me.” He tried to soothe her with a soft, caring voice that he usually only reserved for his younger brothers and sisters.
