Gideon Blackwood
| Gideon Blackwood | |
|---|---|
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| Gender | Male |
| Nicknames | |
| Born | 18 August 1888 |
| Died | |
| Family | The Blackwood Family |
| Bloodtype | Pureblood |
| Social Class | Upper |
| Hogwarts House | Slytherin |
| Graduation Year | Class of 1906 |
| Occupation | Deputy Headmaster |
| Residence | Wyrmgate Walk, London, England |
| Wand | Hawthorn Wood, Dragon Heartstring Core, 13 Inches, Unyielding |
| Patronus | TBD |
| Parents | |
| Siblings | |
| Significant Other | |
| Children | |
| Friends | TBD |
| Status | Alive |
Overview
Born in a traditional Pureblood magical family, old money and even older ideas on how the world should work. Old money gave Gideon a false sense of how the majority of people lived. Not one, not two, but four house elves. Washing laundry, never him. Cooking meals? He wouldn’t know the difference between a stock pot and a sauce pan. In fact, while in the Slytherin dorms as a young boy, he had found it hilarious that socks had to be matched.
Not that Gideon would laugh at such things today. As a boy he had a carefree smile and a mischievous nature. Playing pranks on his brothers was a beloved pastime. The second oldest of four boys. Testosterone was plentiful in the Blackwood house, until the little one came along. When little Lavinia, with her pink dresses and sweet smile came into the family, Gideon had a new role of protector. No one messed with his baby sister. The Blackwood family line was built up of all sons. Vini, being the first daughter to be born into the family in over 100 years.
At the young age of twenty one, Gideon found himself married to a beautiful Pureblood witch by the name of Elizabeth. This wasn’t a match based on love or attraction, but on bloodlines and brokered deals. They grew as a couple, coming to love each other dearly.
Everything changed with the start of WWI. Enlisted at the start of the war in 1914 at the age of 24, Gideon was a good soldier. He followed orders, was quick thinking and fast on his feet. A valued member of the company, liked by most.
Tragically, Elizabeth died in a bombing during the summer of 1917. Gideon was devastated and distracted, a lethal combo while fighting in a war. During a rather pivotal battle, Gideon helped save another soldier, but was injured in the process. For his time in the war, he got a pat on the back, “Thank you for your service,” and the death certificate of his beloved wife. He saw others get medals and accolades, while he got a limp and a cane. Now, three years later, the limp was less pronounced, and no cane was needed. A good anti-inflammatory potion helped immensely.
No more smiles. No more hope. Gideon fell into a state of depression and anger.
After the war, Gideon got a job at the Ministry in the Ministers office. They got along well enough, but seeing other happy couples,dealing with the pain that still radiated from his knee and the broken heart that didn’t beat without his Elizabeth, he began to grow bitter. When a new Deputy Head Master was needed, Gideon was sent to the castle by the Minister, thinking he had a valued friend and servant ready to report back. Entering the castle in the summer of 1920, he was inheriting a mess of massive proportions. One he was ready to fix. Entering his new post as Deputy Headmaster, Gideon would make sure the students and staff under his purview were taken care of and safe. And maybe those who weren’t students and staff as well.
