NAME: Icarus Abelard Fletwock.
AGE: 15
HOUSE/YEAR: Hufflepuff/11th
SOCIAL STATUS: Very, very well-bred. On his mother's side, the family are very minor aristocracy, and on his father's, a very old moneyed family. They have a Name, they have money (if perhaps not all necessarily legally gained), and they're trying their best to get into politics, too. God help us all.
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual.
APPEARANCE: Icarus Fletwock bears a passing resemblance to an Irish setter: he has a long, somewhat hound-ish face, with a sharp chin and high forehead and deep-set eyes, as well as rather a long nose. He has the dumbly bland, well-bred features of either a very good hunting dog or an aristocrat. Dirty blond hair is cut well, but purposely scuffed to give it a casual air of nonchalance. He has somewhat sallow freckles and very wide blue eyes of the sort that alert you that there's not much going on behind them.

Standing at a height of about 5' 6", Icarus is your typical young man with a Napoleon complex. He carries himself with his chest puffed out just a little when he thinks that people are watching, but slouches terribly when they aren't. He has a rather plummy accent tinged with a hint of the Midlands.
DESIRED PB: Cody Linley, but I am open to other suggestions. Mostly I just needed someone who is blond, amiable, and looks really dumb as a post.

PERSONALITY: Fletwock is not a very complex person. He's a spoiled only child in every way possible. He expects things to be handed to him because his last name is Fletwock, and is annoyed and perturbed when, in the real world, this doesn't actually happen. He's very ambitious in a nebulous and unfocused sort of way—he wants to be important and well-liked, but he's not really sure how to go about doing this.

He's a brat, the sort of kid who would throw temper tantrums if his nanny wouldn't let him buy a sweet at the store. He's egotistical and has a very high opinion of his looks, athletic ability, and general self-worth. And yes, he expects people to like him and give him nice things just because of who he is, and he also thinks he has a right to treat people like dirt because of who he is, but he's not really a bad person. Really! He can be affectionate to people he's fond of, and sometimes has the magnanimous attitude of the upper class: I like you even though you're not quite as good as me, aren't I a chum?

Although he likes to pretend that he's very sly and cunning, he's really not bright enough to do it, and so he merely has the stupid and slightly pathetic cunning that a person of mediocre intelligence can manage. It's rather amusing, really: he's like the perennial little brother, even when he's doing stupid things, he's not doing it maliciously, it's just because he doesn't really know any better. He doesn't understand politics, although he pretends to, and his eyes start glazing over whenever people begin discussing it.

Above all else, he is clannish and loyal to friends and family, and rather snobbish, although it's not so much that he's mean, it's just that he doesn't know any better. He is, as stated before, affectionate to the people who are important to him, and he's very generous with material possessions: money doesn't mean very much to him, so he's very free with it. He also believes that you can buy someone's affection, and to win people over, he'll try giving them expensive gifts before it would occur to him to do something thoughtful. If he hurts anyone's feelings, it's usually not intended, it's just his natural snobbery and bluntness coming to the fore.

Generally, Icarus is friendly and in an excellent mood. Why wouldn't he be? After all, life is pretty excellent. He's not at all empathetic and doesn't understand why other people could be upset about things: after all, he isn't. He's usually grinning about something or other. His other common expression (although if he realized what it was, he'd try to change it to something more manly) is a displeased pout when things aren't going his way.

People ruffle his hair very often, something that annoys him greatly.
DEFINING CHARACTERISTICS: Icarus is not very bright. He manages to muddle along in school when he gives it any half-hearted effort, but he doesn't have any deep understanding of what he's learning, and really just doesn't understand things easily. He thinks he does, but he generally misses the point by a few feet. He's shallow, slightly ridiculous, and doesn't care.
LIKES: Rugby, lacrosse, eating, horses and riding, hunting, fast cars, and rap. He doesn't really understand the rappers, or anything they're talking about, he just likes that it sounds angry, slightly dangerous, and the fact that his parents despise it.
DISLIKES: Being forced to think deeply about anything, libraries (they're too QUIET), when his parents start talking about politics, poor people (they're so grasping), when it's cloudy outside but not raining, tea.
INSIDE SCOOP: The inside scoop is that there is no inside scoop. Icarus is the sort of person who wears his heart (as it were) on his sleeve, and doesn't care what people know about him.

HISTORY: The Fletwocks probably made their start in trade somewhere along the line, but they don't like to talk about it. Since the 1600s their main occupation has mostly been making advantageous marriages and wasting the family's money. Before Icarus' parents managed to salvage their fortune, the family would have been quite penniless, always having been adept at spending large amounts of money they didn't have. What they did have was their name, which became more and more respected the more ruthless that they were in the ways that they acquired their money, and their home, a very stately (if very dusty and slightly decaying) manner house outside of Malvern.

Icarus Fletwock's father was the rare family member who actually enjoyed managing money. His obsession with accumulating it and his spendthrift personality were notorious amongst society, and his wife, a scion of a family that had a hereditary seat in the House of Lords, and who would never dream of being so crass as to touch a pound if she didn't have to, was mortified by him. So mortified, in fact, that after her son was born, she decided that was more than enough and spent most of her days attempting to avoid being in the same room with her husband. Instead, she concentrated on her own particular passion: the breeding of horses. Laurentia Fletwock became a famed breeder of race horses, which solidified her husband's fortunes drawn from investments and careful manipulation of several foreign bank accounts.

Along with his rather nebbishy father, Icarus' uncle also lived with the family. He was raised in an environment with his boyish uncle urging him to "be a man" and attempting to get him to appreciate activities like blowing up small animals and rugby and boxing, a mother who alternately ignored him and lavished him with affection, and a father who often seemed to forget that he was even married, let alone the father of a growing boy. It was unfortunately Icarus' uncle who left the most lasting impression upon him. Icarus spent a happy if someone confused childhood hunting foxes, sneaking off to learn from the bookies when he was dragged to watch his mother's horses racing, and his parents fighting whenever they happened to have the misfortune of being in the same room. His uncle Abelard was exiled permanently to the east wing of the manor after an unfortunate incident involving gunpowder and a maid.

When he entered Hogwarts, he was placed into Hufflepuff, and fit in well enough, though there was always a certain amount of ambition and that dumb, sly cunning that could have done him well in Slytherin. Either way, Icarus never thought about it one way or another. He was one of those careless children who don't care whether or not they are popular, and so end at the top of the pack, although he was always slightly condescending to scholarship students and other assorted poor people. It wasn't HIS fault that they weren't quite up to standard. It also didn't hurt that he was athletic. Actually, it was fortuitous, because his grades were never very good. If he didn't have his name and his athletic abilities, it's possible that he would have been gently informed that perhaps Hogwarts wasn't the best place for him. He's the sort who always has to ask his roommates for help with his homework, although he does it in such a pleading, pleasant way that very often, people just give in.

During his time at school, he has accumulated a couple of "charity cases" to whom he does his best to show the very deepest noblesse oblige. Notably, Reuben Turner, his roommate, has been the unwilling recipient of such attentions, which have included attempting to "make a man of him" by teaching him to box, inviting him to parties where he would feel horribly out of place, and "advising" with totally impractical and occasionally dangerous advice. He dated Eleanor Taylor for a short time in their third year, although she broke up with him (shortly after he gave her one of his mother's horses as a birthday present), because she "wnated to date a man." This made an impression upon him, and since then, he has attempted to be more of "a man" with very mixed results. He mourned deeply when the Notorious BIG was killed, wearing only black accessories with his school uniform for two weeks.

Most of his attention is concentrated on rugby (he plays outside center on the house and school team) and lacrosse (he plays midfielder). He has, after all, the security of knowing that he probably will never have to work in his life. He's confident enough of getting into Oxford (and almost more importantly, into Bullingdon like his uncle was) to study classics and the like solely on his name. After that, he's not at all sure what he wants to do, but his parents are probably going to attempt to push him into politics---Heaven help us all.

SPORT: Michaelmas: Rugby; outside centre, house & school.
Lent: Lacrosse; midfielder.
Summer: Cricket; Equestrian events.

EXTRACURRICULARS: Classical, History, Rous

ACADEMICS: English, English Literature, Maths, Science, Classical Greek, Latin, History, Classical Civilization, Physical Education, Archaeology, Media Studies