THE HIDDEN REBEL...
Full Name :
Julius Grant
Age :
17
Birth date :
May 5th [Taurus]
House :
Slytherin
Year :
7th
At one look, one would claim him a sportsman in the making. The hell he's not! Jules doesn't even jog for God's sake! That's very much Jules... he'd prefer spending most of his time around the flower shop owned by his nanny all summer. There's where he got all those lumps on his arms, arching on his back and chest. Like many, Julius Grant has the average height of 5 feet 8 inch like most 18 years old, and weighed about 148 lbs. Not much of a broad shoulder, but the well formed feature was because of the extra cells he gained from hard labor.
His voice was somewhat mellow, raspy, yet toned between a child voice and a broken chord. Nanny has always told him that his voice was the symbol of his maturity. Since it didn't give out any sign of getting any huskier, he's stuck with those childlike attitudes of his. To Jules, his voice reminded him of a sound of a rumbling drunkard, tuned between a high pitch and loads of grunts.
Jules doesn't have the slightest idea on why the Sorting Hat would thrust him into the arms of Salazar Slytherin on his first year. He wasn't the sort of person who would hate people without having the brightest of reason, nor did he keep any grudge towards those who were of muggle born. If it were ever come to value, he didn't have at all what it takes to become one. Hell... the hat need's repairing.
Jules was and has always been a warm, cheerful person, shy and edgy, trustworthy and loveable, humble and full of respect towards the elders. Well, at least that was what his nanny told him. Dear ol' sweetheart his nanny was to him and he loved her more than anything else in this world. The one person who had taught him the two worlds he belongs to and the one who had painted the patterns of the man he had become today. Her words were his guidance, his Bible.
But little that he realize that somewhere inside the deepest most hollowed spot in his heart, there was a silent voice, urging him to rebel against the past, against his mother. A hunger to be relished by proving the worst of his mother, the hatred towards the very woman that had shunted her own son from his existence inside her life.
HIS PAST...
Julius Grant, Jules he'd prefer to be called with, lived all his life in London, a halfblood born and bred by a Squibb (Aunt Henrietta) whom he addressed as nanny. The home wasn't exactly what one would call a dream house, not because it's all tattered and ruin, small yet warm and homely, a double story house-shop just around the corner of the Old Church Street, his palace. Leading a muggle life, Jules find it not a burden to live it without the need to use magic. They manage to survive, and still surviving. Jules would have rather lived all his life with his Nanny if not that she told him to go to Hogwarts once the letter reaches their doorstep. Hard, but being obedient as he's always has Jules half-heartedly agreed to go. The day he stepped into Hogwarts, he was 11 years old.
Jules's father was a muggle, a drunkard by the name of Jerrell Durousseau, hopped from job to job, only to find himself jobless again and again. Durousseau's life ended in the hands of Jules's mother, Nicollette Grant the very night when she told him she was pregnant with his baby. Durousseau told her he didn't want to have anything to do with it, alas brought death upon him.
After giving birth to Jules, and gave him her family's name, Nicollette landed herself into marriage with a fellow Death Eater, Christopher Mcgunnigle, yet she never told him of her son's existence.
And so Jules grew with very little knowledge of his own family, only the bits and pieces which Nanny told him, except the fact that his real father being dead of his mother's murderous act.
OTHERS...
Wand :
9 1/2 inches, Oak, Dragon Heartstring
FAMILY...
Father :
Jerrell Durousseau (Muggle)
Mother :
Nicollette Grant (Death Eater)
Step Father :
Christopher Mcgunnigle (Death Eater)
Nanny :
Aunt Henrietta Simmons (Squibb)
