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Courtney De Priez
RAF trainee
just another flyboy trying to get high
Courtney De Priez
Allied Forces
Feb 23 2019, 11:11 PM
Feb 26 2019, 12:50 AM
Last Post
Apr 09 2019, 09:44 AM

Necessary Information

Blood Status
A very plain Ollivander wand made of Red Oak with a dragon heartstring. It is 13 inches long and unusually bendy.
quidditch superstar


Hair Color
dark brown
Eye Color


Courtney is an athlete. Carefully maintaining his figure to keep an even balance between lean and stocky. Strong enough to hold onto his broomstick during daring maneuvers, and light enough to pull back up when the ground is suddenly half a meter from your nose. He has sturdy legs and slopping shoulders. Is of average height, and carries himself with relaxed confidence.

His complexion is dusky compared to the English, a mark of his continental roots. His hair is nearly black and almost always wind-tossed. There usually minor bruises dotting his body, including his face on occasion. Most would agree his sharp profile and chiseled jawline make him very attractive. If not, they're likely to at least cede his eyes are a rather stunning shade of blue.

Wizard's Workbook

Magical Apptitude
A real travesty at defense against the dark arts but a transfiguration guru. He was also unexpectedly talented with potions. Most would consider his charmwork mediocre at best.


A body in motion, Courtney quickly gives off the impression of being a restless young man. It can make him difficult to hold a conversation with, that ever present need to move. But his best thinking is done while he paces.  Boredom comes both quickly and easily to him, fueling that restless nature. He rarely looks at peace. Or indeed, takes the time to actually get much in the way of rest.

 Many would describe the French in general as a passionate people and in that Courtney does not disappoint. The things he loves are fiercely protected. He is courageous, unafraid to put himself in the line of fire. Always ready to stand up for what is right, to declare the moral high ground, or defend others. He is capable of deep affection, obsessive dedication, and possibly even fanatical commitment. While that trait on its own could lead to misunderstanding and even misery it is unfortunately emphasized by his sensitive personality.

As the son of a prostitute it should come as no surprise that he is quite sensual. He curses himself for indulging his libido but his interest in sex is vast and usually overwhelming. (thatís what she said XD) Many a night is spent exploring the very depths of physical pleasure in one way or another. He is limited only by the willingness to explore exhibited by his partners.


mother- Jeannette de Priez
father- Paul
While they called her a lounge singer and escort- hell she could sing, she could dance, and she could twirl a cocktail gown like nobody's business- no one was fooled. When men came looking for a good time, they came looking for Jeannette de Priez. There were no two ways about it, she was a prostitute. Everyone in her corner of Nice, France new it was true. And likewise, not a single soul was surprised when she wound up facing the inevitable consequence of her profession.

She named him Courtney, and told him once that she thought his father might have been a man called Paul. There was no way to know, and to be honest neither really cared. Some years before he was born Courtney's grandmother had moved to London. It was there he was born, and he was raised with one foot on either side of the channel most of his youth. They had a pleasant life full of adventure. Jeannette traveled a lot with her clients. Often dragging her son and the nanny along. There was nothing he wanted for, except maybe a few steady friends.

It was clear early on that Courtney was not an ordinary boy. His 'moods' as the nanny would call them, always premeditated strange occurrences. She had him blessed in four different Catholic churches, hoping to be rid of whatever poltergeist had attached itself to the child. But no matter how often she prayed over his soul her handbags still had a way of spontaneously combusting anytime she denied the little tyke a cookie. Since they never had a steady address it was easier to have a private tutor for Courtney than send him off to grammar school. He learned to read and write and do most calculations at the knee of a kindly old gentleman. Starting from Courtney's fifth birthday Master Erwin Twigs visited twice a week no matter what country they were in. He was a friendly if very strange man who's influence on the boy was quickly made apparent. Courtney's outbursts, and the wild coincidences surrounding them, were greatly reduced.

When the boy reached his eleventh year old Master Twigs deemed to tell them just why that was. In a single word his life changed. He was not just a boy, he was a wizard. Jeannette nearly threw him out, thinking the old man gone insane. But it was the truth, as he proved with his own wand, and soon enough Courtney was on his way. There were two school tours, which his muggle mother insisted upon before deciding between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. In the end the sprawling chateau with its luxurious grounds and the pull of her French roots made the choice for her. Courtney did not care, he just wanted to learn magic.

Sadly he was far less talented than his young dreams had envisioned. There would be no chocolate materializing out of thin air. Or magically cleaning his room. His skills lied elsewhere, and they would not be discovered until his third year at school. The first time he was handed a broomstick Courtney felt something in his soul fall into place. As if everything suddenly made sense. He knew, hard and fast, that whatever he was meant to do in life, it was going to happen with five feet of polished wood standing between him and a long drop. Watching him learn to fly was like watching a fish take to water. Everything else became secondary, flying was his passion- and as most that love flying tend to do he learned a love for quidditch.

By his fifth year Courtney was his team's seeker and in the off season played in a junior league that fed the French regional teams. After finishing school with passable grades he was offered contracts in both France and England. In the end he decided on England when the Montrose Magpies extended an offer. As one of the best teams in the league, he could hardly say no. Fresh out of school Courtney was rather unprepared for the swarm of fame his new career would heap on his head. Which is precisely where all of the attention has gone. He was able to enjoy two successful years in stardom before the strangest  of strange letters arrived.

In the muggle post, of all things. He had nearly forgotten the mundane life he had led before the discovery of his magic. So the notice of conscription that arrived at his mother's address was a bit of a shock. He was of a mind to subvert it by magical means, but when he reached out to the Ministry they advised that a wizard in the midst of the muggle military could be useful. It was also the least likely path to land his mother in hot water. So for her sake Courtney put his quidditch day on hold and volunteered for a very different sort of flying. A P-51 is a far cry from a Thunderbolt, but they both get you from point A to point B with a whole lot of flair. So on to officers training in the RAF he goes.

In Character

School House
Pilot Officer

Out of Character

Written By:
Played By
Ryley Lanteigne

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