“Your life is what you make of it.”
17 ☆ Pureblood ☆ Human ☆ Created by Jazz
Seventh Year, 2018 ☆ Bourke
Full name: Clyde Latrell Atkyns
Date of Birth: March 18th, 2001
Blood Status: Pureblood
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Played by: Taron Egerton
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- his history, along with his scars, mental and physical
- being alone. Alone, as in 'feeling' alone, not necessarily physically alone.
- great beater
- transfered from Hogwarts
Clyde can be very charming and outgoing when he's not stuck in one of his moods - though those are appear less and less these days - always quick to laugh and make others around him laugh also. He's a bit of a joker and he's also flirtatious and sarcastic when the mood strikes.
While he'd like people to focus on the positive parts of his personality, he's well aware that he has faults of his own, and he can be quite an impatient and jealous person. He's mild-tempered most of the time, but when someone pushes his buttons or invades his personal bubble or privacy, he tends to lash out at that person because they broke through his carefully maintained exterior. Oh, and he swears a bit too much sometimes, something that irks his mum to no end.
But if you're really close to him, you'd realize that he's a pretty observant bloke, caring and loyal to those he holds dear.
And oh yes, he's a die-hard quidditch fan!
Standing at 5'10'' with light brown hair and blue eyes, Clyde might not be the tallest or handsomest man you'd ever met, but he's always quick to flash his smile and charm his way out of any situation. While not buff as in the American Gladiator sense (yes he has seen that on a muggle contraption called a telly before), the bloke is nicely built with lean muscles and noticeably muscular arms. It's required for a good beater really, seeing as more often then not they had to rely on brute force to hit the bludgers or even ram into another player (yeah no one ever said I played fair all the time).
You'd usually find him either wearing his quidditch robes or his quidditch jerseys of the Thundelarra Thunderers. He hates any form of formal clothing, including his uniform. He finds it a bit too...stiff for his tastes, and lacks the space for him to move around. He'd try and get away with not wearing a button down shirt and tie any day. And Merlin did he hate dress shoes.
Though contrary to popular belief, Clyde tends to keep his body covered, only showing the parts of his body that are not scarred or maimed by his father. That's mostly an old habit, seeing as he could just as easily apply several glamour charms all over his body, even if the magic had to be recasted every day.
Clyde was born Clyde Latrell Bonham, to Adrian and Lysandra Bonham, a pair of healers that worked at St' Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, a prestigious wizarding hospital located in London, England. Their family wasn't a particularly prominent pureblood family, but they lived comfortably in their house in Sussex, and Clyde had never really been in want of anything material-wise in his life. Although there were those who'd argue that blood purity was an important part of one's social status in the more 'traditional' pureblood circles, the Bonhams weren't particularly concerned about that part of their ancestry. They were healers, not cult members!
The Bonhams had descended from a long line of healers in their family, the most notable one being Healer Mungo Bonham, the man who had founded St Mungo’s Hospital. It stood to reason that Clyde would one day become a healer himself, just like his father, and his father, and… you get the idea… but circumstances have changed, and the young wizard found himself being pressured into a life and future that he did not want. How could he? How could he choose the profession of someone that had been the tormentor all his life?
It was ironic really, how Adrian Bonham could be a man of such forward thinking when it came to blood purity and medical knowledge but be so outdated in his views on marital affairs at the same time. The man was a brilliant healer alright, Clyde could grudgingly admit that much to himself after he was old enough to appreciate his father’s work in the medical field, but he could never forgive his father for tearing apart their family and forever breaking his mother’s heart. Monogamy it seemed, was still a much too foreign concept for the womanizer.
Adrian Bonham had been the dictator of his family. He always had to be the one on top, always had to have a say in anything, always thought he was Merlin himself with his brilliant planning of everyone and everything. The man likely couldn’t spell the word ‘freedom’, even if his life depended on it. Adrian not only forbade freedom of thought and speech in their household, he made them remember and obey him through physical reminders, especially after losing himself in a bottle of firewhiskey.
It was a miracle really, how Clyde could turn out to be mostly sane in an insane household of a lunatic. Tears of pain and anger were spilt and dried in the confines of his room as he wept quietly under the covers so his father would not hear and claim yet another victory. His mother had had it worse, much worse. But years of suffering had taught him resilience, and to always have a poker face in place to hold onto. If all else was lost, then at least he had his pride and dignity.
Though when Clyde was fourteen, Lysandra had managed to break free of Adrian due to a miracle chance of treating a Wizengamot member that had been spell-damaged by mistake. Needless to say, the hearing did ‘not’ go in his father’s favor, and he was convicted of a long list of crimes, including ones that even they didn’t know about: aiding and abetting bribery, attempted murder…
Deciding that a new scenery was something they both needed, mother and son left for Australia, a place FAR away from England, to start a new life together. They changed their last name to Atkyns before Clyde had been enrolled in the Australian equivalent of Hogwarts, Tallygarunga, and has been there ever since. There are times that he struggles with what he has been through, but each day, there is something different that reminds him that he is no longer the little boy crying in a dark room, waiting for someone to save him because he was helpless to save himself.
And now? Clyde is learning how to fit in with his classmates, how to rebuild a life after putting his former one behind him. He’s never told anyone about his past before, opting to just smile and divert the question whenever it comes up. He simply isn’t ready to let people know that he’s scarred, mentally and physically.
But despite his hesitance to show his more burdened side, Clyde’s a lot better these days, and is as happy as he can be at the moment, in a new environment, with friends and family that matter to him. Though he likely wouldn’t admit it, he does feel lonely sometimes, and wants someone he can really connect with on a deeper level, aside from his mom.
He has a tendency to overdo it sometimes, and he's become accustomed to the happy mask that he wears most of the time. It's not that he's lying (because he genuinely is happy), but he's not one to show his weaknesses and let people know that he's not ok sometimes. Whatever problems he has, he's likely to keep it to himself than he is to share it with others.
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