Godwyne Aberdean, House Draconis

Godwyne Aberdean is a 1st year student and second of the 5th generation of his family to attend Boarbristle. The only son of the old-political Aberdean family, Godwyne grew up as part of the lower echelons of the wizarding elite; attending a prestigious private academy where, while not exactly thriving in terms of his coursework, manage to prove himself competent enough for the Boarbristle recruiters through a combination of his high scores in his practical examinations and topping the lists of his school's Broom Polo team... much to his family's relief. Godwyne his best known for his polished, aristocratic charm (including a a strong sense of noblesse oblige instilled from father to son in a long history of public service), loyalty, and a cheerful wit. His largest flaw is a sense of impatience and self-confidence; seeing unenjoyable drudge-work as "beneath him" and wanting to get it over as quickly as possible... often at the cost of the quality of his work. His parents hope life at Boarbristle will help **** some discipline on him, though whether he'll get the message is anybody's guess.

Godwyne stands at 6'/2 m tall, possessing a sturdy build and short, well-kept blondish-brown hair and forest green eyes. At the moment, he keeps himself clean shaven.

As a result of his wonderful performance at the invitation interview... as well as his family's legacy in the House, Godwyne was sponsored by House Draconis. Though he's heard just as many rumors about them as anybody else, he doesn't believe their reputation is deserved

Like most things, Godwyne has high hopes for himself for his time as Boarbristle; seeing it as a place where he can prove his abilities and cultivate the magical skills and influence he'll need to succeed in the real world. He also hopes to continue his Broom Polo career, seeing it as a gentlemanly sport, and is trying to get a place on Draconis' team. Somewhat traditional, he sees sex as not only enjoyable, but sees most relationships with women through either a romantic or sexual lenses, while relationships with men as more camaraderie. He is strictly heterosexual.

One exception to this rule is his elder sister, Anastasia Aberdean, who's a 3rd Year Draconis and whom Godwyne deeply respects. One of the fear worries he has about attending Boarbristles is he won't be able to live up to the standard she's set for the family name... being the social butterfly she is. And as annoying as he used to finds it, she's just as caring and protective of her the "Little Wyner" (as she refers to him teasingly), and is willing to go out of her way on occasion to help him succeed.

His Basic Traits are: Ambition +2, Bravery +0, Cunning +1, Diligence -1
His two Special Choices Are Friend (Anastasia Aberdean) and Character Move (Born on the Handle), describe in his character sheet.

Character Sheet: Godwyne Aberdean

Boarbristle Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry

House Draconis (House Trait: Ambition, House Sex Move: Sexual Healing)
Traits: Ambition +2, Bravery +0, Cunning +1, Diligence -1
Extra Spells: none
Friends: Anastasia Aberdean, 3rd Year Draconis & Elder Sister
Favors: One Anastasia Aberdean
Character Moves: Born on the Handle: +2 FORWARD to all rolls involving the handling/flying of a broom (Mostly used for Broom Polo matches, but other relevant situations might apply)
XP: 0.

Note to contributors: Godwyne is strictly heterosexual; keep to this in writing chapters for him.

You lean on the edge of the ferry's railing, the sound of oars splashing underneath as you look out on the forests the line the lake's edge. All ancient and isolated... it looked so much different then the neatly trimmed grounds of your old prep school St. Rasput's Sorcerous Academy for Boys; quaint and charming in its own way. Most of the other students are sitting behind you, huddled on the hard wooden benches and gossiping about this or that and sharing their worries about the coming year. Only a dozen or so others stand with you on the edges, mostly upperclassmen trying to get away from all the new arrivals and talk with their friends in relative peace.

Its a cold afternoon, the chill drifting up from the lake as you pull your outer robes around you... always careful to keep one hand on your suitcase. Inside were all the things you needed for the upcoming term: wand, undercloths, textbooks, your luck 4ths baton... and of course a few different forms of protection. Your father, aunts and uncles, sister, grandfather; all of them had stories of the 'conquests' of their school days, and you have obviously had plans to do the same. Its be a pain if all of that were to disappear in to the Tarn for whatever sea creatures awaited below.

Your eyes settle on the castle: the ancient structure high atop its hill. Immediately, you recognize the heights of the foreboding tower that would have looked right at home as the lair in some fantasy story, Draconis Tower. You walk towards the starboard stern of the boat to get a better look at it, weaving through the crowds of upperclassmen, casually catching bits and pieces of their conversations on your way.

"I heard Whiplash is going to start having his Prefects patrol the lavatories this year..."

"What? No she didn't"

"Come on... in the broom closet on the 4th floor. What do you say, gorgeous?"

However, you're far enough away that you don't catch anything in real context, arriving at the front just as the ferry starts getting into the shallows: the lake fog finally rolling away to reveal the path up the high bluffs and a handful of tied-up canoes... what non-freshmen weren't at the front of the boat quickly making their way forward. As they do, you feel something soft press up against you and hear a small gasp close to your ear. You turn to look, only to see a glasses-covered face only a few inches from yours: a girl with raven hair tied back in a braid and a crimson-trimmed uniform quickly regaining her balance. "Oh... pardon me." She says with an embarrassed smile and red face though you can't tell whether it was from the cold or the fact she'd just landed on your back chest first. You give her a casual, dismissing wave with your free hand, the girl looking relieved before she takes her place right in front of you. As she does, a larger Draconis comes by, jabbing you with his shoulder and shoving you off to the side.

"First years get off last, Draco." He informs you rudely, as you rub your ribs where he struck you. If only you had your wand out, you think, you'd stun that oaf and send him tumbling into the water. Why was he in such a hurry to get to the front any...

Oh... right

Your stomach sinks as you suddenly remember Bristleborn's little hazing ritual. You find yourself reflexively pulling back towards the center of the boat as the oars start splashing the water higher... speeding up for the last few dozen meters to shore, as you try to avoid getting splashed by the magical liquid. Your eyes narrow seriously as the ferry comes to draft; the elder students carefully pulling up their cloaks before jumping out straight onto the sand... other, naïve new students only now starting to get up from their seats. Possibilities quickly flash through your thoughts, as you watch the crowd of upperclassmen at the front of the boat quickly shrink... a pair of Minervals casually standing together with wands in hand, keeping a close eye on the first-years as they whisper to one another. However, you can also see the jerk that shoved you earlier is still on, dangerously close to the edge as he chats up a blonde girl Beavertail. Other first-years are starting to push up behind you, the suitcase hanging clumsily in your hand.

If only I had my Nightingale right now... you silently curse yourself for loaning it to Anastasia so she wouldn't have to take the ferry. You probably don't have time to do much more before the upperclassmen get off. So, in the moment, you decide to...

• Chat up the girl who bumped into you to blend in. Roll to Encounter the girl (+BRAVERY, House Leontes's trait, 2d6)
• Try to blend into the Upperclassmen on your own. Roll for Custom Move: Bluff (+AMBITION with a -1 penalty, 2d6+1)
• Cast Stun on the Leontes who shoved you, sending him tumbling into the Tarn. Roll to Cast a Spell (+CUNNING, 2d6+1)
• Take your lumps like a man. Wait, then wade your way in.
• Another Option?