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General Information
Character Name:
Thatcher Ravenstone
Type of Character:
Adult
Age:
39
Date of Birth:
06 May 1883
Blood Status:
Pureblood
Residence:
Blackthorn Hall: North Yorkshire Moors
Family:
Thatcher Ravenstone was born into an old, wealthy pureblood family with ties to both the Ministry and the professional Quidditch world. His father was a well known Quidditch beater, renowned for this speed and skill. From a young age, Thatcher was raised with the expectation that reputation, legacy and success mattered above all else. Mistakes were hidden, weakness was looked down on, and emotions were secondary to achievement.
While working in Paris, Thatcher met and fell in love with Seraphina Ashcroft, a pureblood witch deep in the Legilimency field. It would have been a beneficial relationship, for him at least. They had a brief and fiery fling which ended when she disappeared, leaving him broken and jaded.
Believing that the love of his life was gone, he agreed to marry Margery Nordstrom, linking the Ravenstones to the well respected Nordstrom family. Their engagement was short, marrying just a month after Sera left. They began to build their life in Paris, Thatcher focusing on work, while Margery worked to build their home.
Six months into their marriage, Margery was heartbroken and not yet falling pregnant. While he wanted to produce an heir, Thatcher didn’t care when it happened. Six months after their marriage, Seraphina returned, leaving seven month old baby Alice with Thatcher. Giving him no choice, she fled once again, with no explanation.
Thatcher and Margery made the decision to tell no one about Alice’s parentage. Moving back to England, they arrived home with a baby in tow, surprising their families. No one doubted that the tiny baby was theirs, allowing them to raise Alice as part of the Nordstrom family.
Socially, the couple were viewed as a strong match. Wealth, status and influence under one roof. Publicly, the Ravenstones appeared to be a successful upper-class pureblood family.
Together they raised two daughters:
Alice Ravenstone, the eldest
Everleigh Ravenstone, the youngest
Thatcher was never an especially involved father. He provided well and made sure his family wanted for nothing financially, but emotionally he was distant. Most of his time was spent working or travelling for business, leaving his daughters to grow up seeing him more as an authority figure. Like many traditional pureblood patriarchs, Thatcher valued obedience, composure and respect over affection.
Occupation:
Owner and CEO of Ravenstone Flightworks
Personality & History
Personality:
Thatcher Ravenstone is intelligent, composed and highly calculating. To the outside world, he is polished, professional and well spoken. He has a reputation for being brilliant when it comes to broom craftsmanship and business. A shrewd businessman, expecting compliance and profit in all things.
In private, Thatcher is deeply controlling. He likes order, predictability and control over both his home and the people in it. Problems are dealt with quickly, quietly and efficiently. He is secretive and highly concerned with appearances. Anything that threatens his image is taken seriously and often met with anger and intimidation.
While emotionally detached, Thatcher does not see himself as cruel. In his mind, his decisions are practical and necessary. He believes he built his success through intelligence and hard work, and that protecting his company and family name justifies difficult choices.
History:
Thatcher Ravenstone is the founder and owner of Ravenstone Flightworks, a company known for producing elite racing and professional Quidditch brooms. Considered a genius in broom craftsmanship, Thatcher has a reputation for creating some of the fastest and smoothest brooms on the market, gaining wealth and status within the wizarding world.
Behind the success, however, was illegal activity.
For years, Thatcher accepted bribes to alter professional Quidditch brooms. His meddling would change the world of quidditch and affect many international tournament outcomes. The changes were subtle and difficult to detect: small enchantments to affect speed, balance, wind resistance, handling and accuracy. Tiny adjustments on their own, but enough to influence the outcome of a match when combined.
As the business expanded, Thatcher became increasingly protective of his secrets.
During Everleigh’s childhood, she accidentally witnessed her father torture of a suspected informant with unforgivable curses. After realizing she had seen too much, Thatcher used a powerful memory charm to alter and suppress her memory.
For a time, the spell worked.
Everything changed after the events of the Dark Tower. Everleigh’s trauma caused old memories to resurface. When she asked questions, Thatcher dismissed them as stress or confusion.
Fearing exposure, Thatcher eventually attempted another memory charm on his daughter. This time, it went wrong.
Whether caused by repeated tampering, the fragile state of Everleigh’s mind, or simple miscalculation, the spell caused lasting psychological damage. Everleigh’s mental state deteriorated quickly, leaving her confused, frightened and disconnected from reality, with only brief moments of clarity between panic attacks, memory flashes and periods of lucidity.
The tampering of Everleigh’s mind and abusive behavior in the home was finally discovered. Both girls were removed, Alice going to live with her grandfather, and Everleigh being sent to live in the pediatric Psych Ward at St. Mungos.
The scandal rocked the Pureblood community, but with no clear evidence of wrongdoing, Thatcher and Margery were cleared of all charges. For now, until Everleigh is able to remember the events of the past, Thatcher is clear to continue his illegal activities.
Prompt Response:
He hated the muggle world, but there were times when venturing out into the muggle areas of London were needed. Today was one of those days. The streets smelled of piss and garbage. Rats stuck to the shadows, but he could hear their nails scurrying on the cobblestones.
It was a disgrace.
He would need a hot shower when he got home, to wash off the smog and stench. Unfortunately for him, there was a muggle shop in the depths of the London ghetto that sold a specific brand of wax needed for his brooms. He had tried to replicate it, but there was something about the location of the bee hives that made this specific wax top tier.
Usually he sent a lackey to do the job, but today was his monthly visit to make sure the muggles kept their mouths shut and forgot his visits as if he were a vivid nightmare. Secrecy was paramount in his line of work. It was imperative that no other broom manufacturing company found this shop.
The bell above the door rang as he entered, alerting the owner to his presence. The weathered looking man peered at him through his long greasy hair, a mustache carrying more crumbs than anything. The old man grunted without looking up at first, scraping wax from beneath a yellowed fingernail before finally lifting his eyes.
“…You lost?” the man paused, looking Thatcher up and down. “Only folk dressed like that come round here to buy buildings, collect debts, or complain about the smell.”
Thatcher sneered at the old man, his black teeth making an appearance as he spoke. “Not lost. I’m here for my order. 25 kilograms of your wax, under the name Stone.” The old man’s eyes perked up, obviously excited at the prospect of a large payday. Too bad for him, Thatcher wouldn’t be paying the market price.
“‘Ere y’are. Twenty-five kilos o’ me best wax.” The shopkeeper asked him this every time. And every time Thatcher refused to answer truthfully. Looking over at the man with a sneer, Thatcher slammed down a wad of muggle money onto the tabletop. The man, looked over the money, counting on his fingers, computing the total in his head. “‘Ey now, thats not enuf, where's the rest?” With a roll of his eyes and a look over his shoulder, Thatcher pulled out his wand and pointed it at the man, “Obliviate.” It was a quick spell, and effective. In the blink of an eye the man was happy with his small payday and was changing the amount purchased in his ledger for a much smaller weight.
Could Thatcher afford the regular price? Absolutely, ten times over, but he refused to pay when he had the means to pay less. Whipping his wand at the boxes, they shrunk to a manageable size and weight, allowing Thatcher to carry them under his left arm. With another quick memory charm, he made sure his memory was thoroughly erased.
Walking out of the door, the bell ringing as he exited, a small child looked at Thatcher with wide wondering eyes. The grubby little boy froze mid-step, eyes wide as saucers. “Blimey…” He pointed with absolutely no manners. “‘Ow’d ya do tha’?! You a bleedin’ wizard er summat?”
With a growl, Thatcher pulled out his wand and sent a “Obliviate,” at the young child as well. As the boy looked blankly at nothing, the tall man in rich robes and shiny shoes could be heard muttering, “Yeah, something like that.” as he walked down the cobblestone street.
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