Character Name: Groffroy Bastien Lacroix
Character Age: 16-17 (birthday in June)
School: Beauxbatons
House: N/A
Job/Year: Seventh
Wand: 15 inches, Basswood, Veela Hair
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heteroflexible


Play-By: Johan Erik Goransson
Hair Shade: Blond
Hair Style: Shaggy
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Slender
Dressing Style: Casual, thrift store punk, borderline hipster. He just kind of wears clothes.


Likes:

* Dominant Females
* Sleeping In
* kissing
* Being praised
* Charms
* Herbology
* Bedroom romps

Dislikes:

* History
* Waking up to the sun in his eyes
* Gaggles of girls stalking him
* Charred meat
* Being told "no"
* Cooked Carrots

Strengths:

* He's pretty. Does that count?
* Intelligent
* Honorable - to some degree
* Flexible
* Open Minded

Weaknesses:

* Easily talked into doing things he doesn't want to
* Pretty girls
* His left side, just below his rib cage (tickle spot)
* Cannot remember dates to save his live
* Chronically late to everything

Overall Personality:

"For starters, it's just Geoff. No need to go with the full Geoffroy thing. Now, what am I like? That's a damn good question. Compared to certain members of my family, I'm a bit of a pushover. I'm the weaker minded out of us three boys, and it shows when they rope me into their hair brained schemes. Oh, they mean well, and it's always some competition with us. It's like they think I think I'm prettier than they are, or something.

Don't get me wrong. I know I'm pretty. It's one of the perks of having Veela blood in you. You're pretty. People just kind of stop and stare when you walk by - even if you're wearing a shirt that at least one other person has owned before you. At some point, you grow used to having a small harem at your beck and call, whether you actually use it or not is your own prerogative. There are, naturally, people who seem to be immune to the allure of the veela blood, and those are the ones I really like. I like a challenge. Give me a girl who isn't falling all over me because she thinks I'm God's gift to women, but a girl who keeps herself detached from the situation, and in control, any day. I'll gladly be the one begging for attention.

This isn't to say that I do. Beg for attention, I mean. Honestly, attention tends to be annoying. I just look for peace and quiet. I like school alright, and Quidditch is fun. I'm not sure what more you're looking for, I'm afraid. I'm just kind of here."



Father: Aiedan Lacroix - Healer
Mother: Tasha Baudin - Fashion Designer (no kidding. Wizarding Fashion designer)
Siblings: Brother. Sixteen.
Others: Cousin. Seventeen.
Birth Place: Paris
Current Residence: When in school, well, school, duh. When out of school, depends on the parent he's with. Currently with his mother in the UK for a visit.

Overall History:

"I was born in Paris. It seems kind of romantic, when you think about it. Both my parents were French, and they met at school, and did the whole sweetheart thing, and got married - except Mother didn't tell Father everything. No, she waited until just after the wedding to introduce him to her mother. Now, most people would think that weird, but well, Mother wasn't fully human. Naturally, Father took it into stride, at least at first. He tried his best to tell himself that he had fallen in love with my mother for who she is, not the blood in her veins, but well, it was a little difficult to come to terms with, I suppose. About a year into the marriage, I was born, and it became evident early on that I was going to take after my mother strongly. This isn't to say that my father wasn't handsome. He was, and still is, but there was little that rivaled my mother's beauty in my eyes.

"Of course, my mother had to have a sister, didn't she. It seems to be a trend, with children contaminated by Veela blood. The first generation will be all girls - my mother had four sisters, one of whom died young. The second generation, being a bit more diluted, has more of a chance for boys. I suppose my Father, and my Uncle were both...Verile? Something like that. Anyway, my cousin and I were born not too far apart, and then a year later, my brother was born. Things were fine. My brother took a bit more after my dad - seemed he wasn't as strong with the Veela blood as I was, but my cousin and I were practically excreting pheromones by the time we were three. And it didn't help matters any that even at that early age, we were constantly flirting, and trying to one up one another.

My childhood was spent without much fear. Mother was a designer and a seamstress, so I didn't have to worry about my clothes getting ruined - she'd mend them. And I didn't have to worry about getting hurt, with a healer for a father. Scraped arm? Mended. Broken arm? Here's the charm to mend it, now be more careful. Of course, I didn't listen much - though it wasn't because I didn't want to. I tried to be the voice of reason. I really did, but somehow, every time, my brother and my cousin would talk me into it.

School wasn't much different, really. I went, I studied when I could - especially History. I was never good at dates, ever. I had to be taught my own birthday, for Merlin's sake - it's June 26th, by the way. Anyway, I studied when I could, and I hung out with friends, and my cousin, and my brother - which never really seemed to get old, unlike the gaggles of girls that seemed to follow us around.

It was around my third year that things got bad with my parents, and they split. Mother opened up a couple robe shops, and her designs were a big hit - big enough that she bought herself a swanky little loft in London, and left us behind in France. We still visit her from time to time, but mostly, we're in France, with Father.

It's been a while since then. I start my seventh year soon. It's going to be interesting, considering the wager I have on with the boys. We've bet to see who can break the most hearts this school year. I didn't want to agree to it, but....well, sometimes, you have to live a little. And sometimes, you do what you don't want to do. "



Alias: ghost
Age: 23
Code: ADMIN EDIT