like a loser on the outside looking in

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Name: Theodore "Ted" Tonks (Ted Greengrass to everybody besides Andromeda)
Age: 18 (born July 20, 1953)
House: formerly of Ravenclaw

History: On one dark, stormy night in a little suburbia of Berkshire, England, newlywed couple Thompson and Anita Tonks received one of the greatest gifts on this fine, green earth.

Brandy.

Subsequently, nine months later they received another great gift, holding less alcohol, but with still the right amount of kick. Eighteen years later, that gift has grown up, graduated from magic school, nabbed himself one fine little lady, but he's still no where near grown up enough to get his parents to stop telling that story. Ah well.

Ted is both the oldest and youngest child of his parents, which really means he's their only child, but he hates the stigma that comes with that title, and so tries to avoid it whenever he can. He is rather spoiled, though. But he insists that's beside the point.

Ted's parents like to say he began to show signs of magic since he was in the womb, but they're actually about seven years too early. It was during his neighbor's birthday party that the ice cream cake suddenly and mysteriously went from Happy 9th Birthday Cecile! to Happy 7 and Three Months Plus Five Days Birthday Ted! (Ted still doesn't understand why he got the smallest piece.)

He received his invitation to Hogwarts just before his eleventh birthday (which certainly make it easier to figure out what happened to his cake). His parents, being something of a cross between hippies and what parents should be like, were more than thrilled. It was actually Ted who was a little sketchy about the entire ordeal, but a quick visit from a school official cleared that all up and within a few months' time he was all packed up and ready for magic school.

Despite how cliché it sounds, Ted's life in Hogwarts had been pretty dull – setting aside the fact that, hey, he's Muggleborn and hey, he's doing magic. Sixth year turned his life around, when a wrong turn off the wrong stairs led him into the girl's loo, providing the perfect opportunity for Andromeda Black to finally meet him, because, let's face it, she totally had the hots from him since first year. They've managed to keep their relationship a secret for a little more than a year now, but the true test has yet to come. Christmas with the Blacks? Oh boy.

Personality: Ted is an endearing sort of boy. He isn't anything too spectacular, nor is he very lacking. He's quite comfortably in the middle when it comes to most things in life, which is perhaps his best selling point. He's so wonderfully average, that he's almost sort of above average because of it. He's usually never really here nor there, if only to avoid confrontation. In fact if there's one thing Ted takes after from his parents, it's his extreme aversion to conflict. Not to say he doesn't stand by his beliefs; he has a fairly strong sense of what's right and what's wrong, but he's also been blessed enough to be able to see things from more than one perspective, so that he's able to quietly retain his values while respecting others' at the same time. Some may say he's spineless in that sense (and indeed, he's earned himself a bit of a reputation as such), but Ted figures it's been doing him real well so far, why change now?

Despite his parents' fairly lax parenting (or perhaps because of), Ted's grown up with a fair sense of responsibility. It really only takes one night at the Tonks residence to realize that Ted is the one to do most of the parenting. He's a bit like that therapeutic bed in that sense; he molds himself and adjusts to the situation as needed. He's accommodating. He can be silly, charismatic, and understanding; he can be level-headed, mature, and stern. If you need him to jump, he'll ask how high, so on and so forth.

Ted isn't exactly the sharpest nail in the box, nor is he very cunning. Truly, Ted sometimes finds himself wondering why he hadn't been sorted into Hufflepuff but who's to argue with a centuries-old hat? He's a very good-natured sort of person, who's much more in tune to other's emotions than he is to their motivations, which might lead others to think he's naïve and gullible, and perhaps he is. Between him and Andromeda, she is (understandably) more shrewd when it comes to the darker aspects of a person. Ted is usually more willing to give a person the benefit of the doubt, as well as second (and third and fourth and fifth) chance, which is really part of the reason they're still together in the first place.

Reputation: Like most Muggleborns, Ted flew by school fairly under the radar. If you were to ask his graduating class about him, possibly less than a fourth of them would even remember his name. The few that would remember him, though, would probably all agree that he is "alright." He kept to a very small, tight-knit group during his school years, and among them he'd been the Nice Guy, the Go-To Guy, the one friend everyone could always count on at the end of the day.

Details:
- hates to be called Theodore, because he's convinced it makes him sound seventy-two and bald, with possibly too many kneazles to be considered healthy
- rather bumbling in that, 'oh you're so cute I'll totally forgive you for knocking over my late grandma's favorite antique China~' (he insists that's a talent)
- often teases Andromeda about her name, usually complaining about how long it is, and as such makes a bit of a game of thinking up all sorts of (rather ridiculous) nicknames for her, ranging from Dromeda to Starlight to Missus Frisky Bumberton
- he's really, really whipped. He's the whippedest whipped to have ever been whipped, but he likes it that way. He's getting some, isn't he?

First Person Sample:
Mon petite Starlight,

Please remind me never to attempt French again. That, however, is not the reason for this letter, though we can both agree that it'd be a very good reason for one. No, I'm afraid the point of this letter is much, much more pressing.

I miss you.

I know! I know, it's tragic and devastating and worthy of violins, but there you have it, my dear. You can only blame yourself, though, being as utterly miss-able as you are. I'm certain you do this all on purpose, just to torture me. You cruel woman, you. See if I ever write you a sappy letter like this again! (Expect one in, oh, two hours.)

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir,
Ted.

PB: Jackson Rathbone