Character Information:
Name: Cedric Fitzpatrick Diggory
Age: 18 (physically and mentally if not by the calendar)
Birthdate: February 14 – yes, he knows and would rather not hear about it
House and Years in School (if applicable): Hufflepuff – he's still a seventh year as he never did finish that year
Occupation (if applicable): student
Blood Status: pureblood
Affiliation: had he lived, he'd've been an Order member most likely
PB: Zac Efron
Suggested Journal Name: er... no clue here yet
Appearance:Cedric is blue-eyed, dark haired, and quite fit. He's not the tallest of men – most seekers are not. He has broad shoulders and a slim build. He dresses in sharp, dapper robes when not on a broom. He has a easy smile for everyone he meets.
History:
Cedric was born to Amos and Amelia Diggory one fine, clear, and frigidly cold day. On that first morning, his mother whispered in his ear that he would always have clear skies before him. For the most part, she was right. He grew up as the shining darling of the family – quick in the air and with his studies and even quicker to charm the people around him.
Once he went off to Hogwarts and was sorted into Hufflepuff, things continued on their bright and shiny path. He was popular with his housemates, although he was dreadfully homesick that first semester. It was a weakness that he sympathized with in others but detested in himself. He made many casuals friends but wasn't particularly close to anyone. He honestly came off as shallow as a teaspoon for all of his charm and manners.
At the first Quidditch game of the year, he became struck for the first time with the allure of the game. From then on, he was determined to become good enough to make the team. It took until his third year to make it not to mention hours and hours and hours of secret practice and several broken bones. He was not the great natural talent that he was rumored to be. His talent came through hard work and a singular type of bloody minded stubbornness.
The rest of school was pretty much a cake walk. Most of his classes came easily to him and he didn't bother to take the more strenuous courses as he'd already set his path in life. His parents weren't exactly pleased to be informed by the newly minted reserve Hufflepuff seeker that he was going to play professionally one day but they supported his dream as they were certain he would out-grow it. Needless to say, he didn't. However to assuage their disappointment, he promised to fulfill his obligations and personal sense of noblese oblige by going into some type of public service once his career was over.
All of that changed during his seventh year. The TriWizard Tournament came to town, he was chosen to represent Hogwarts, and the rest as they say, was history. Everything ended for him with the words 'kill the spare' and a flash of green light.
Personality:
Cedric is the classic gentleman version of the everyman. He is genial, polite and genuinely likeable, gosh darn it. Even people who don't want to like him generally tend treat him as if they like him. It's a rather plebian if very real type of charm. Were it not for his conscious he'd make a good confidence man.
He is a golden boy – born with the trifecta of good looks, ability and position. He could be anything he wanted to be and knew it growing up. While he's starting to out grow that absolute certainty being a blessed child of privilege brings, it still sometimes rears up and bites him in the rear.
He can be driven if something or someone catches his eye. He throws his whole self into it and the rare failure that comes his way is always a surprise and cruel one at that. He tends to blame himself and go back over everything in minute detail in hopes of finding where he went wrong. It is only in Quidditch that he's learned to take defeat in a healthy way. It is part of the game after all.
Quidditch is his abiding obsession. He loves playing it and never feels more alive than when in the air. Witches come and go. Friends drift through life, meeting and then sliding away. But the Great Game is eternal.
What are the character's views on the war? He never really believed that there would be a second war and as he died before it even began, he still has a hard time reconciling it in his mind.
If the character is returning due to the arch, how do they feel about this? Where will they be waking up? (The order in which the characters will awaken has to do with how far from London they died-- as the effect from the destruction of the arch spreads.) Mostly Cedric is confused. He doesn't remember being dead or even dying really. The last thing he remembers is falling out of the unexpected portkey and wondering who decided to drive a rock into his kidney. He's glad to be alive and has hope that he will quickly fit back into this world even if he suspects its going to be a hard, hard thing to do.
Now if only people would stop staring at him....
If the character is not returning due to the arch, how are they going to be affected by the fact that people are? n/a
Third Person Sample: 300-500 words showing how your character would act in the environment of the game.
Cedric wandered around his room and wondered why he felt like he was intruding in a shrine. Everything was exactly as he had left it which come to think of it was a little creepy. He had escaped up here after the third time he caught his father nearly in tears. Dad had aged years and years – far more than could be accounted for by the time that Cedric had been gone. As gratify as it was to have visual proof of his importance to his parent, it was deeply disturbing at the same time. Your parents aren't supposed to be so fragile. Nor were they supposed to look at you like the Second Coming.
Even if you are something like the Second Coming.
Especially if you are like the Second Coming.
He sat on his bed and cradled his head in hands. He had no idea what to do now. He was legally dead – he'd seen his own tombstone for Merlin's sake. His friends were all several years older than he now and had lives and in some cases children of their own. He didn't even have his NEWTs.
From his perspective, he'd hit his head and when he'd awakened, the entire world had gone mad and left him behind. In most ways, that sentiment worked as well as any.
After spending too long staring at nothing at all, he finally came to a decision. He was going to put off deciding by taking Professor McGonagall up on her offer. He'd go back to Hogwarts and finish his Seventh year. Maybe by the time he got through his NEWTs he'd know better how to handle this whole not being dead thing.
Name: Cedric Fitzpatrick Diggory
Age: 18 (physically and mentally if not by the calendar)
Birthdate: February 14 – yes, he knows and would rather not hear about it
House and Years in School (if applicable): Hufflepuff – he's still a seventh year as he never did finish that year
Occupation (if applicable): student
Blood Status: pureblood
Affiliation: had he lived, he'd've been an Order member most likely
PB: Zac Efron
Suggested Journal Name: er... no clue here yet
Appearance:Cedric is blue-eyed, dark haired, and quite fit. He's not the tallest of men – most seekers are not. He has broad shoulders and a slim build. He dresses in sharp, dapper robes when not on a broom. He has a easy smile for everyone he meets.
History:
Cedric was born to Amos and Amelia Diggory one fine, clear, and frigidly cold day. On that first morning, his mother whispered in his ear that he would always have clear skies before him. For the most part, she was right. He grew up as the shining darling of the family – quick in the air and with his studies and even quicker to charm the people around him.
Once he went off to Hogwarts and was sorted into Hufflepuff, things continued on their bright and shiny path. He was popular with his housemates, although he was dreadfully homesick that first semester. It was a weakness that he sympathized with in others but detested in himself. He made many casuals friends but wasn't particularly close to anyone. He honestly came off as shallow as a teaspoon for all of his charm and manners.
At the first Quidditch game of the year, he became struck for the first time with the allure of the game. From then on, he was determined to become good enough to make the team. It took until his third year to make it not to mention hours and hours and hours of secret practice and several broken bones. He was not the great natural talent that he was rumored to be. His talent came through hard work and a singular type of bloody minded stubbornness.
The rest of school was pretty much a cake walk. Most of his classes came easily to him and he didn't bother to take the more strenuous courses as he'd already set his path in life. His parents weren't exactly pleased to be informed by the newly minted reserve Hufflepuff seeker that he was going to play professionally one day but they supported his dream as they were certain he would out-grow it. Needless to say, he didn't. However to assuage their disappointment, he promised to fulfill his obligations and personal sense of noblese oblige by going into some type of public service once his career was over.
All of that changed during his seventh year. The TriWizard Tournament came to town, he was chosen to represent Hogwarts, and the rest as they say, was history. Everything ended for him with the words 'kill the spare' and a flash of green light.
Personality:
Cedric is the classic gentleman version of the everyman. He is genial, polite and genuinely likeable, gosh darn it. Even people who don't want to like him generally tend treat him as if they like him. It's a rather plebian if very real type of charm. Were it not for his conscious he'd make a good confidence man.
He is a golden boy – born with the trifecta of good looks, ability and position. He could be anything he wanted to be and knew it growing up. While he's starting to out grow that absolute certainty being a blessed child of privilege brings, it still sometimes rears up and bites him in the rear.
He can be driven if something or someone catches his eye. He throws his whole self into it and the rare failure that comes his way is always a surprise and cruel one at that. He tends to blame himself and go back over everything in minute detail in hopes of finding where he went wrong. It is only in Quidditch that he's learned to take defeat in a healthy way. It is part of the game after all.
Quidditch is his abiding obsession. He loves playing it and never feels more alive than when in the air. Witches come and go. Friends drift through life, meeting and then sliding away. But the Great Game is eternal.
What are the character's views on the war? He never really believed that there would be a second war and as he died before it even began, he still has a hard time reconciling it in his mind.
If the character is returning due to the arch, how do they feel about this? Where will they be waking up? (The order in which the characters will awaken has to do with how far from London they died-- as the effect from the destruction of the arch spreads.) Mostly Cedric is confused. He doesn't remember being dead or even dying really. The last thing he remembers is falling out of the unexpected portkey and wondering who decided to drive a rock into his kidney. He's glad to be alive and has hope that he will quickly fit back into this world even if he suspects its going to be a hard, hard thing to do.
Now if only people would stop staring at him....
If the character is not returning due to the arch, how are they going to be affected by the fact that people are? n/a
Third Person Sample: 300-500 words showing how your character would act in the environment of the game.
Cedric wandered around his room and wondered why he felt like he was intruding in a shrine. Everything was exactly as he had left it which come to think of it was a little creepy. He had escaped up here after the third time he caught his father nearly in tears. Dad had aged years and years – far more than could be accounted for by the time that Cedric had been gone. As gratify as it was to have visual proof of his importance to his parent, it was deeply disturbing at the same time. Your parents aren't supposed to be so fragile. Nor were they supposed to look at you like the Second Coming.
Even if you are something like the Second Coming.
Especially if you are like the Second Coming.
He sat on his bed and cradled his head in hands. He had no idea what to do now. He was legally dead – he'd seen his own tombstone for Merlin's sake. His friends were all several years older than he now and had lives and in some cases children of their own. He didn't even have his NEWTs.
From his perspective, he'd hit his head and when he'd awakened, the entire world had gone mad and left him behind. In most ways, that sentiment worked as well as any.
After spending too long staring at nothing at all, he finally came to a decision. He was going to put off deciding by taking Professor McGonagall up on her offer. He'd go back to Hogwarts and finish his Seventh year. Maybe by the time he got through his NEWTs he'd know better how to handle this whole not being dead thing.