Post by Edgar Bones on Mar 31, 2016 20:25:36 GMT
Saving people you love isn't stupid.
It isn't even a choice.
EDGAR BONES
VITAL INFO
Character Name: Edgar (Ed, Eddie) Willis Bones
Date of birth: April 4
Age: 25
Father: Gregory (Greg) Bones (Ministry)
Mother: Imogen (Michaels) Bones
Siblings: Roderick (22, H, Mungo's) & Amelia (19, H, Ministry)
Spouse: Phoebe (Pheebs) Jessamine (Adkins) Bones (25, Muggle, Paralegal)
Children: Sadie (5), Grayson (Gray) Harold (3 y/o), Eloise (Elle) Loraine (2 y/o), Camilla (Cami) Rose (newborn)
Spouse: Phoebe (Pheebs) Jessamine (Adkins) Bones (25, Muggle, Paralegal)
Children: Sadie (5), Grayson (Gray) Harold (3 y/o), Eloise (Elle) Loraine (2 y/o), Camilla (Cami) Rose (newborn)
Bloodline: Halfblood
Back Story: Ah, the good life of being a Bones.
Ed's childhood can't be described as solely his own - always the determined social butterfly, he wouldshamelessly tirelessly gather his siblings and corral neighborhood kids together for races and play and nighttime hide-and-seek sessions, for makeshift campouts in backyards complete with scary stories and stargazing. The neighborhood knew his voice and his laughter, knew the clapping sound of his heels on the pavement, and knew that he'd sweet talk his way back into their good graces if ever he kept anyone out too late.
In the privacy of their own hidden backyard he learned to fly, keeping low enough to the ground to stay sheltered from unaware Muggle eyes, and couldn't wait for his love of competition and athletics to be fully realized at Hogwarts. ("Matches" against his younger siblings just weren't doing the sport justice. However much he loved them.) Because Ed was obviously going to the Wizarding school, no doubt about it, and as much fun as it was to be home - and as much as he'd miss Roderick and Amelia and his Muggle friends - he knew it was where he belonged.
And he would make more friends, no doubt about it - even if he didn't know too many Wizarding kids, many knew his family name, and he was Edgar. He'd be just fine.
When the time came, Ed was quickly - proudly, happily - Sorted into Gryffindor House. It was there he spent the majority of his time, palling around with his new mates, not taking school incredibly seriously. That is, until a spot on the Gryffindor team was at stake. A team member was a "role model" and, as such, needed to be a student athlete. And so Ed borrowed some of his siblings' diligence, paying more attention in class, and finding himself...enjoying school for more than sports and socializing. A ridiculous concept, but there he was, a fourth year discovering aptitudes for and interests in subjects he'd hardly given a moment's thought to outside of class before.
Defense had always been interesting, Transfiguration too, but History and Potions? He, the Edgar Bones, was looking forward to researching the Goblin rebellions? He, the Edgar Bones, didn't mind having to chop ingredients ever so finely in order to get a potion right on the first go?
It was altogether maddening - his confidence had never been in question, and here his ego was given more reason to be inflated to the level it was. But he'd never been proud of himself for school - he wasn't some sort of nerd, obviously. Everyone knew the girls he went out with - dimes, all of them. But balancing the popularity that came easily with his engaging personality with his commitments to academics and the team was something Ed struggled with.
The answer to his problems came unexpectedly, to say the least, in the summer after fifth year.
In the summers, when he and the other Bones children were "back from boarding school," things returned to how they had been as children. Sure, Ed's voice had changed, his laugh had deepened, but the neighborhood still knew it. And the neighborhood girls...they'd been changing just as much as he was. On one of those clear starry nights where the endless hours stretched just like his arm around the shoulder of a girl, Ed found his answer. He'd known her his whole life, it seemed, but had she always been so pretty? Had her stories always been so engaging? Had she always laughed at his the way she was now?
Phoebe Adkins - a trusty footrace competitor and tree-climbing champion of their youth, quoter of lyrics he didn't know but wanted to learn - was stealing his heart. Not that he hadn't given it to a handful of girls at school, but those had been bits and pieces. That summer was perfect puppy love, and although a distance relationship was, to many, idiotic to keep up at their age - when fall came around, Ed simply didn't want to let her go. He was confident in them as he was confident in anything - which was, in a word, very.
Letters were exchanged with help from his mother - an embarrassing but necessary intermediate, as Pheebs couldn't know about the whole oh-yeah-we're-wizards-so-here's-an-owl-don't-worry-it's-friendly thing. Luckily, his mother was a hopeless romantic, and knew Phoebe. She didn't know the Hogwarts girls, and loved the neighbor girl nearly as much as he did. With Phoebe in his life, the rest of the disjointed bits - school and sports and friends - fell into more manageable pieces. He spent more time with Lia and Roddy, happy and antsy but good. As they do, the months without Pheebs dragged, but the years went quickly - graduations and entries into respective post-school positions were upon them, and seeing as how they had lasted through years mostly apart, it seemed only fitting to Edgar that they now spend their time together.
Getting a flat of their own while - oh, the horror of it, the absolute horror - unmarried and unengaged caused a slight riff in their respective families, but Ed had every intention of making an honest woman out of the girl. Eventually. What was the rush? His training in the "police academy" and her undergraduate studies in political science kept each engaged, and they were happy. She briefed him in cases and they argued out the sides; he brought back stories from training as true as he could make them. He learned of the Order of the Phoenix near the end of training - soon after they'd gotten a puppy, their "trial child" as Mum called her - and made the decision to pursue entry. Even then were there whispers in the Ministry about moles and subversion, while in the Order...in the Order, Ed really could do the world some good.
Soon after, he let the secret out, breaking the news to Pheebs that he wasn't only her fantastic boyfriend, but also a wizard.
If he was to be going to war, Phoebe deserved to know. If she was going to be in any sort of relationship, she deserved to know. Keeping it from her had been weighing on him for years, but with taking such a serious step forward in engaging with the war...Ed felt it was time.
There were arguments, to say the least.
Heated arguments.
There was some time apart. In which he relied more on his siblings than perhaps he ever had, needing them to hold him back from chasing after her.
Fast forward a number of years, and one could hardly tell there had been a time they battled living life without the other - one wedding, one little house, and three kids later, here they are. Edgar is determined beyond belief to stop this war before it goes any further, to allow his family and others like them to live in peace and without fear. He wants his children to have the freedom of childhood like he did, not for him to be the overprotective father afraid to let them out to play on their own while he watches the skies for the Mark.
No - the war will end, and the life he promised he would give Phoebe will truly start.
It has to.
Ed's childhood can't be described as solely his own - always the determined social butterfly, he would
In the privacy of their own hidden backyard he learned to fly, keeping low enough to the ground to stay sheltered from unaware Muggle eyes, and couldn't wait for his love of competition and athletics to be fully realized at Hogwarts. ("Matches" against his younger siblings just weren't doing the sport justice. However much he loved them.) Because Ed was obviously going to the Wizarding school, no doubt about it, and as much fun as it was to be home - and as much as he'd miss Roderick and Amelia and his Muggle friends - he knew it was where he belonged.
And he would make more friends, no doubt about it - even if he didn't know too many Wizarding kids, many knew his family name, and he was Edgar. He'd be just fine.
When the time came, Ed was quickly - proudly, happily - Sorted into Gryffindor House. It was there he spent the majority of his time, palling around with his new mates, not taking school incredibly seriously. That is, until a spot on the Gryffindor team was at stake. A team member was a "role model" and, as such, needed to be a student athlete. And so Ed borrowed some of his siblings' diligence, paying more attention in class, and finding himself...enjoying school for more than sports and socializing. A ridiculous concept, but there he was, a fourth year discovering aptitudes for and interests in subjects he'd hardly given a moment's thought to outside of class before.
Defense had always been interesting, Transfiguration too, but History and Potions? He, the Edgar Bones, was looking forward to researching the Goblin rebellions? He, the Edgar Bones, didn't mind having to chop ingredients ever so finely in order to get a potion right on the first go?
It was altogether maddening - his confidence had never been in question, and here his ego was given more reason to be inflated to the level it was. But he'd never been proud of himself for school - he wasn't some sort of nerd, obviously. Everyone knew the girls he went out with - dimes, all of them. But balancing the popularity that came easily with his engaging personality with his commitments to academics and the team was something Ed struggled with.
The answer to his problems came unexpectedly, to say the least, in the summer after fifth year.
In the summers, when he and the other Bones children were "back from boarding school," things returned to how they had been as children. Sure, Ed's voice had changed, his laugh had deepened, but the neighborhood still knew it. And the neighborhood girls...they'd been changing just as much as he was. On one of those clear starry nights where the endless hours stretched just like his arm around the shoulder of a girl, Ed found his answer. He'd known her his whole life, it seemed, but had she always been so pretty? Had her stories always been so engaging? Had she always laughed at his the way she was now?
Phoebe Adkins - a trusty footrace competitor and tree-climbing champion of their youth, quoter of lyrics he didn't know but wanted to learn - was stealing his heart. Not that he hadn't given it to a handful of girls at school, but those had been bits and pieces. That summer was perfect puppy love, and although a distance relationship was, to many, idiotic to keep up at their age - when fall came around, Ed simply didn't want to let her go. He was confident in them as he was confident in anything - which was, in a word, very.
Letters were exchanged with help from his mother - an embarrassing but necessary intermediate, as Pheebs couldn't know about the whole oh-yeah-we're-wizards-so-here's-an-owl-don't-worry-it's-friendly thing. Luckily, his mother was a hopeless romantic, and knew Phoebe. She didn't know the Hogwarts girls, and loved the neighbor girl nearly as much as he did. With Phoebe in his life, the rest of the disjointed bits - school and sports and friends - fell into more manageable pieces. He spent more time with Lia and Roddy, happy and antsy but good. As they do, the months without Pheebs dragged, but the years went quickly - graduations and entries into respective post-school positions were upon them, and seeing as how they had lasted through years mostly apart, it seemed only fitting to Edgar that they now spend their time together.
Getting a flat of their own while - oh, the horror of it, the absolute horror - unmarried and unengaged caused a slight riff in their respective families, but Ed had every intention of making an honest woman out of the girl. Eventually. What was the rush? His training in the "police academy" and her undergraduate studies in political science kept each engaged, and they were happy. She briefed him in cases and they argued out the sides; he brought back stories from training as true as he could make them. He learned of the Order of the Phoenix near the end of training - soon after they'd gotten a puppy, their "trial child" as Mum called her - and made the decision to pursue entry. Even then were there whispers in the Ministry about moles and subversion, while in the Order...in the Order, Ed really could do the world some good.
Soon after, he let the secret out, breaking the news to Pheebs that he wasn't only her fantastic boyfriend, but also a wizard.
If he was to be going to war, Phoebe deserved to know. If she was going to be in any sort of relationship, she deserved to know. Keeping it from her had been weighing on him for years, but with taking such a serious step forward in engaging with the war...Ed felt it was time.
There were arguments, to say the least.
Heated arguments.
There was some time apart. In which he relied more on his siblings than perhaps he ever had, needing them to hold him back from chasing after her.
Fast forward a number of years, and one could hardly tell there had been a time they battled living life without the other - one wedding, one little house, and three kids later, here they are. Edgar is determined beyond belief to stop this war before it goes any further, to allow his family and others like them to live in peace and without fear. He wants his children to have the freedom of childhood like he did, not for him to be the overprotective father afraid to let them out to play on their own while he watches the skies for the Mark.
No - the war will end, and the life he promised he would give Phoebe will truly start.
It has to.
APPEARANCE
Height: 6'
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Style/Other characteristics: Although he hasn't played Quidditch since Hogwarts, Ed kept in shape throughout Auror training, and continues to work out when he can, earning him an athletic physique still. His hair is usually on the needing-a-haircut side of things, his jaw stubbly with scruff. He'll sharpen up when necessary, but prefers casual Muggle attire to anything.
TEMPERAMENT
[adapted from here]
Primary Motivators: Honor, Play, Domesticity
Emotional Disposition: Joyful
Moodiness: Excitable
Topics of Conversation: Family (do not get him started on the wife and kids if you don't want all of the stories), current events/politics, Quidditch
Quirks, Habits, & Oddities: Exaggerator, snorer, name dropper, whistler & singer of children's tunes (it's all that's on at home anymore, all right?)
Hobbies & Enjoyments: Given the unpredictable nature of his work, hobbies & enjoyments have mostly morphed into What can I do with the family? in order to make the most of any time off. Going on walks, getting Gray oriented to his toddler safety-broom, fetching with Sadie - anything to remember why he does what he does. Time out with friends is appreciated, but will always come second to what Phoebe and the kids need.
CORE TRAITS
Outlook: Confident
Integrity: Industrious
Impulsiveness: Spontaneous
Boldness: Dauntless
Flexibility: Firm
Interactivity: Talkative
Disclosure: Candid
Conformity: Traditional
Sense of Humor: Jokey
Boggart: Failing to protect his family
SEXUALITY
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Libido: Healthy
Sexual Expressiveness: Obvious
Sexual Expressive Style: Romantic
Openness to Sexual Experience: High
Promiscuousness: Happily married
Primary Motivators: Honor, Play, Domesticity
Emotional Disposition: Joyful
Moodiness: Excitable
Topics of Conversation: Family (do not get him started on the wife and kids if you don't want all of the stories), current events/politics, Quidditch
Quirks, Habits, & Oddities: Exaggerator, snorer, name dropper, whistler & singer of children's tunes (it's all that's on at home anymore, all right?)
Hobbies & Enjoyments: Given the unpredictable nature of his work, hobbies & enjoyments have mostly morphed into What can I do with the family? in order to make the most of any time off. Going on walks, getting Gray oriented to his toddler safety-broom, fetching with Sadie - anything to remember why he does what he does. Time out with friends is appreciated, but will always come second to what Phoebe and the kids need.
CORE TRAITS
Outlook: Confident
Integrity: Industrious
Impulsiveness: Spontaneous
Boldness: Dauntless
Flexibility: Firm
Interactivity: Talkative
Disclosure: Candid
Conformity: Traditional
Sense of Humor: Jokey
Boggart: Failing to protect his family
SEXUALITY
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Libido: Healthy
Sexual Expressiveness: Obvious
Sexual Expressive Style: Romantic
Openness to Sexual Experience: High
Promiscuousness: Happily married
EDUCATION
House: Gryffindor
Time at Hogwarts: 1964-1971
EMPLOYMENT
Type of Application (Order, Death Eater, or Civilian): Order Member
Job/Position: Agent
How long: Edgar has been a full-time member of the Order of the Phoenix since completing his Auror training (much to the chagrin of the department) in 1974.
Qualifications: Wicked duelist, potioneer, and team player.
OTHER
Play By: Drew Van Acker
Player Name: Sam
