Post by Rufio Gable on Apr 11, 2024 21:47:15 GMT -8
RUFIO LORENZO GABLE
BASIC INFORMATION
Age and Birthday: 16; October 1st, 2007
Year and House or Profession: Fifth Year Hufflepuff
Canon: No
Special Abilities: Nope
FAMILY & HISTORY
Place of Birth: London England
Notable Relatives: Parents Lawrence Gable and Gabrielle Quinn , sister Claire Gable
Character History: If Claire was the perfect mix of her parents, Rufio was more like a playlist made from b-sides. Even as a baby, his kindness showed through in everything he did. He would trap bugs around the house and release them outside before his sister could squish them. He shared his toys with her even when she wouldn't, and he was always the first at the front door when his parents came home. It was a kind of softness that he had definitely gotten from his father, but he didn't get Lawrence's cunning. Rufio was emotional like his mother, but he didn't inherit Brielle's strength, instead often shrinking in the face of challenge. As a boy he experienced a similar education as Claire had, learning the ins and outs of the trade like how to forge a signature or conceal a source of ill-gotten income, but these skills didn't come naturally to him.
Quidditch, on the other hand, was second nature to Rufio. He learned to fly a broom at three years old and had his own coach by the time he was five, but he never had a better teacher than his own mother, who filled his head with dreams of one day headlining the English national team. He would be a shoe-in, after all, with her putting the team together!
Rufio loved both of his parents unconditionally, but while Claire favored her father, he took after his mother. When she wasn't teaching him something on a broom, Brielle was taking him to Puddlemere matches to watch his aunt win league titles and Golden Brooms.
It was a privileged life that Rufio wouldn't totally understand until he started at Hogwarts. He was sorted into Hufflepuff where he met his first friends who weren't his sister. It was also the first time he'd met kids who didn't grow up in houses where they could have anything they asked for.
It was at Hogwarts where Rufio discovered the arts, taking a large selection of Muggle Studies courses that introduced him to painters, and writers, and poets. Sometimes it felt like he was a living a double life, spending his free time hanging out with artsy burnouts two or three years ahead of him, too cool to care about anything, while also committing to a Sam Spade practice schedule. Rufio didn't have a single specialization on the pitch, instead he had developed his skill in chasing, seeking, and keeping to ensure that he would always have a place on the team. Ultimately he settled into a fulltime role as keeper where he developed into Hufflepuff's star by his fourth year.
Rufio felt like he was on top of the world as he entered the summer between fourth and fifth years. How could he expect that it would all fall apart so quickly?
Brielle had always supported every one of Rufio's interests, but that was with the understanding that he wouldn't drop Quidditch without a thought to pursue painting. And why would he? Rufio loved Quidditch as much as his mom did. It was a symbol of their bond. But when Brielle left Lawrence that summer, something in Rufio snapped. He had always been his mother's most staunch defender, even through her most unreasonable mood swings. But this was a level of cruelty that he hadn't expected. He didn't just hurt for his father, but for the memory of the woman he had always thought his mother was. For the first time in his life he wanted to hurt her, and he did it in the only way he knew how.
Rufio had expected to miss Quidditch, but after quitting the Hufflepuff team he mostly just felt numb to it. Now with more time to himself than he has ever had, Rufio is figuring out who he really is and who he wants to be. He devotes much of the time freed up from quitting Quidditch to painting and writing, though he;s also come a bit out of his shell as well.
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name or Alias: Travis
Pronouns: He/him
Experience: Twenty-two years
Other Characters: Lawrence Gable , Theodore Platt , Fox Bishop , Dr. Bryant Tannen , Martin Abbott , Sam Spade , Dane Caspar , Kermit Palantine
Role Playing Sample: 9:30 AM
Most days during the school year, Lawrence got an early start at the club. No kids, no wife, only a man and his business. He arrived before any of his employees, double checking every detail of the floor: tapping kegs, polishing tables, even taking a magnifying case to the upholstered booths to search for any cracks from the night before. Every night at Club Brielle was as fresh as its grand opening, which itself was one of the happiest nights of Lawrence's life. Of course this routine was all part of Lawrence's desire to please, but there was something deeper to it too. Lawrence had an obligation to the name.
When he was finished, he set the music in the club and retired to his office upstairs.
12:00 PM
Office time usually involved catching up on the news in the dailies and taking the occasional call in the fireplace from the various small businessmen he associated with from around the magical world. The Prophet never failed to have something entertaining and sometimes even turn up a potentially profitable opportunity, whether it was a story about the new stadium breaking ground in Ballycastle, or a suspiciously worded advertisement in the classifieds. Today's top story was about a midnight heist on a Quinn Brooms warehouse in Bristol. Lawrence shook his head as he read the news.
2:00 PM
In the late afternoon, Lawrence had a meeting on the east end of London. While many businessmen of his kind preferred to transact business at night, Lawrence found that, as counterintuitive as it might sound, it was easier to avoid snooping eyes in the daylight. He met with a trio of associates on a quiet side street in the shadow of a bridge. They were led by Rudy, a young thief who was eager to impress Lawrence. He presented Lawrence with three crates full of brooms.
Lawrence shook his head, pointing at the gold "Q" painted on the wood paneling. "Do you know what that means?"
"Quality!" Rudy smiled.
"Yeah," Lawrence said. "That's because they're Quinn brooms. You rip off the Bristol warehouse last night?"
"Almost definitely!" Rudy bounced on his heels as he admitted to the theft.
Lawrence glanced at Rudy's two associates standing by the crates, then motioned for Rudy to walk with him. When their backs were turned toward the two thugs Lawrence said quietly, "I need you to take these back."
"What for?" Rudy asked, looking back at his buddies. "These are the latest model, I got it all worked out. They're staggering production and demand's through the roof. You could flip 'em for three times market price, easy."
"Yeah," Lawrence nodded slowly. "Only it's the name, Rudy."
"Shit," Rudy breathed.
"That's right," Lawrence continued nodding. "And I'm already in dutch with Mrs. Gable as it is. Stealing from the Quinns is like stealing from myself. Take them back and apologize."
"You want me to apologize? They'll throw me in Azkaban!"
"Michael won't do anything," Lawrence said. "I'll take care of it. Just take it back, apologize. You have to mean it, though. Michael's nothing if not sincere. After that he goes to the media and explains how he recovered his merchandise and worked out the matter privately. He won't want to dox the thieves because they're young kids and he thinks everyone has the capacity to change. From there, you go on doing what you do, Michael gets his merchandise back and some good press. Everybody wins."
"Okay," Rudy nodded. "Are you mad at me?"
"Of course not," Lawrence laughed. "You're a smart kid, and what's important is that you took initiative. Not a lot of people can pull off something like this under Michael Quinn's nose, and a lot of smart thieves have tried. I think we can build from this."
Rudy smiled with a little shrug as Lawrence patted him on the shoulder.
2:45 PM
Lawrence's pep talk with Rudy was interrupted by his cellphone. It was common for a certain class of magic citizen to do business with a cell, being a rare form of communication that the Ministry of Magic hadn't started tracking.
"Don't do anything else," Lawrence said into the receiver. "Just stay put."
Lawrence apparated to an abandoned warehouse on the other side of London where he met another associate, Peanut. Peanut was pacing outside of the warehouse.
"He's inside with Devlin," Peanut said when Lawrence approached.
"Inside that scary warehouse?" Lawrence asked, studying the building's boarded up windows. The faint sound of a wailing from inside mixed with the soft rainfall. "Why? I said take care of him."
"Right," Peanut nodded. "I thought you meant like," Peanut used air quotes here. "'Take care of him,' y'know, like euphemistically?"
"No. God no," Lawrence shook his head.
The large double doors of the warehouse swing open as Devlin stepped outside. For a moment the wailing was so loud that it touch Lawrence's soul, but was quieted once again as the heavy door swung closed. Lawrence's eyes were wide as he studied Devlin, standing there in the wet gravel, his knuckles scabbed over and leather jacket splattered with blood.
"What are you doing in there?" Lawrence asked. "Are you pulling teeth? Where did you get those?" he pointed to the two incisors resting in Devlin's outstretched hand. "Did you bring plyers with you?"
"I thought I would try accio—" Devlin started.
"He said 'accio teeth' and they popped right out," Peanut finished.
Lawrence blinked. "Okay, this is fine," he said. "We can work with this. You gave him the stick, he'll be more receptive to the carrot now."
"You want me to give him a carrot, sir?" Peanut asked.
"Get him out of the country," Lawrence said. "Buy him a condo in Daytona or Orlando, Brits love Florida. Set him up with some real estate, some passive income to live on. Just make him happy, okay? Get him a horse. Dudes like horses."
Peanut looked through Lawrence like he was speaking a dead language.
Lawrence shook his head and said, "Look, it's my fault, Peanut. I should have been more specific. I know things were different in your old crew but Gable boys don't hurt people. We make dreams come true, okay? Take the money I gave you and send him to Orlando. Actual Orlando, It's not a code for like, a shallow grave on the moors. And please, put his teeth back in."
3:30 PM
When Lawrence was finished with his afternoon meetings, he returned home to call his children who had just finished classes for the day. This was Lawrence's favorite ritual of the day, catching up on events at Hogwarts and progress of his children's studies. It was hard to believe that Claire was already studying for her NEWTs, and the OWLs weren't fat off for little Rufio. He tried to avoid the topic of mom with them, though Claire did manage to slip her in a couple of times which Lawrence tactfully deflected.
6:00 PM
Lawrence enjoyed a microwave dinner as he rewatched Michigan's National Title game.
9:00 PM
Andi greeted Lawrence when he returned to the club. He made an appearance most nights, floating around the VIP booth to get some exposure with whichever Quidditch player, musician, writer, or even the occasional celebrity Auror was visiting that night. Tonight, however nodded toward the bar and Lawrence knew immediately what the gesture meant. As manager of Club Brielle, Andi's duties involved not just running the day to day operations of the club, but also keeping track of Lawrence's varied associates. One, of course, was more important than any of the others.
Lawrence settled in next to Brielle saying, "Too nice of a night to be alone." He put his hand around her waist, for a moment feigning some normalcy in their marriage. "What are you drinking, Ms. Quinn?