Post by Eddie Brown on Jun 30, 2016 2:55:03 GMT
WIZARDING APPLICATION
VITAL INFO
Character Name: Edmund Phillip Brown
Nickname(s): Ed, Eddie
Date of birth: May 15
Age: 17
Father: Phillip Arthur Brown (46)
Mother: Aileen Eve Brown (Deceased)
Siblings:Sister, ____________ Brown “Sissy” (15), Sister, ______________Brown “Cookie” (11)
Bloodline: Pure-blood
Back Story
" Juniper Green, possibly the most uneventful place in all of Edinburg, some would argue all of freaking Scotland. I mean nothing ever happens there, like ever. The most you could be hoping for is a drunken fight on Friday night between two old farmers over a lost crop a thousand years ago. And that was a particularly exciting night; mostly it’s all quiet all the time. Largely due to it being a muggle community. They were mostly docile and had absolutely no idea they had wizards and witches alike living amongst them; me and my sisters sat next to their children for years in prep school, and they remained clueless. I suppose if they did know I would be telling you very different stories.
But majorly Juniper Green is an average quiet town filled with muggles in cardigans and long skirts and no interest in “Dr. Browns wild son, that hooligan”. Not that I ever really did anything to deserve that title. I guess refusing to wear slacks or attend church on Sunday made you some sort of freak. I also guess it didn’t help my reputation when I went away to Hogwarts and my father told everyone I was at a “special school”. Or the fact that when I returned for the winter holiday that first year, old man Hartman –a smelly man of about seventy with a vicious little rat terrier- told me he hoped whatever they were doing to me at that school had fixed what went wrong in me after my mom died. I punched him. And his dog attacked me. And he called the police. All three of them came out. It was a major night in Juniper Green.
I didn’t get arrested that night -or whatever they did to minors in a town with a no crime rate- thanks to good old dad. “I owe you one Kirk, Fluffy’s next annual visit is on me.” Fluffy was another vicious little ankle biter, owned by the chief of polices six year old daughter, who was also a vicious little ankle biter. So that’s how it happens when you’re dad’s the town vet and your mom use to be. I never got in trouble again after that, at least not at home; I also never got to work the front counter at the office again. Bummer. Not.
I prefer to be home anyway, with my sisters, or by myself. As long as I don’t have to be in the same room with my dad for longer than ten minutes, I don’t even mind him being home. It’s better than attempting to show my face around Stepford. Though getting out of Juniper Green proper is better than any of those things. Visiting Anna in the next town over is the perfect thing to do while the rest of his family prays to the ceiling of a church on Sunday mornings. Or going to Currie to visit the music shop and café there, or just hopping Miss Cindy’s fence at the end of town to sit on the slope that overlooks the city. Sometimes it’s even nice at dawn to visit the graveyard at the edge of Juniper Green limits; the ground being covered in thick fog makes the place look eerie, like an old style slasher film. Mom loved classic horror. Even that is better than being home sometimes.
Still, over all that, I’ll take Hogwarts any day. The towering castle is my salvation, my freedom, my escape. I can be me. Eddie, the Ed man, just a normal, everyday, teenaged wizard. I don’t have to sit awkwardly at the table while my dad and sisters pray to a god that doesn’t listen, if there is one to even hear them, acting like it doesn’t make me angry. I don’t have to pretend like I can stand my father at all; pretend we have anything in common, pretend like I don’t always want to hit him in the face. I don’t have to deal with the sneers from passerby’s, or complaints from the neighbors for playing my electric guitar to loudly. Hogwarts is my savor.
I can't fathom what I’m going to do at the end of this year. When I have to leave for good. When me and all my friends have to dive into the world, no safety net. I can’t imagine not being able to visit the animal pins when I can or running laps along the forest’s edge in the morning. I’ m going to miss the easy life of school work and friends, the secureness of the castle, the never ending expanse of mysteries and excitement the school provides. So I’m doing my damnest to burn all the best memories into my mind.
Like the time my roommates threw me a birthday party and we managed to polish off a three tier cake in our dorm and not get sick. Or the food fight last year in the common room. The sight of dark brown hair blowing in the wind, lite by the sun, making it glint like gold. The lake at dusk, the forest at dawn, all the moments in between that were so sweet yet so fleeting. Sissy’s first day and the crazy year that followed. The time they tried sneaking out to Hogsmead and got caught, well the first time, I'm shite at sneaking around as my sister so often reminds me. This whole year - my last year, Cookies first- finally having the ones I love in the greatest place on earth with me. I can’t imagine a better ending to the not-so-epic –yet still so much fun- years I’ve spent at Hogwarts. I’m excited to start my travels, I’m so thrilled about really being free, but I’m going to miss this. All of it.
Even Juniper Green. "
But majorly Juniper Green is an average quiet town filled with muggles in cardigans and long skirts and no interest in “Dr. Browns wild son, that hooligan”. Not that I ever really did anything to deserve that title. I guess refusing to wear slacks or attend church on Sunday made you some sort of freak. I also guess it didn’t help my reputation when I went away to Hogwarts and my father told everyone I was at a “special school”. Or the fact that when I returned for the winter holiday that first year, old man Hartman –a smelly man of about seventy with a vicious little rat terrier- told me he hoped whatever they were doing to me at that school had fixed what went wrong in me after my mom died. I punched him. And his dog attacked me. And he called the police. All three of them came out. It was a major night in Juniper Green.
I didn’t get arrested that night -or whatever they did to minors in a town with a no crime rate- thanks to good old dad. “I owe you one Kirk, Fluffy’s next annual visit is on me.” Fluffy was another vicious little ankle biter, owned by the chief of polices six year old daughter, who was also a vicious little ankle biter. So that’s how it happens when you’re dad’s the town vet and your mom use to be. I never got in trouble again after that, at least not at home; I also never got to work the front counter at the office again. Bummer. Not.
I prefer to be home anyway, with my sisters, or by myself. As long as I don’t have to be in the same room with my dad for longer than ten minutes, I don’t even mind him being home. It’s better than attempting to show my face around Stepford. Though getting out of Juniper Green proper is better than any of those things. Visiting Anna in the next town over is the perfect thing to do while the rest of his family prays to the ceiling of a church on Sunday mornings. Or going to Currie to visit the music shop and café there, or just hopping Miss Cindy’s fence at the end of town to sit on the slope that overlooks the city. Sometimes it’s even nice at dawn to visit the graveyard at the edge of Juniper Green limits; the ground being covered in thick fog makes the place look eerie, like an old style slasher film. Mom loved classic horror. Even that is better than being home sometimes.
Still, over all that, I’ll take Hogwarts any day. The towering castle is my salvation, my freedom, my escape. I can be me. Eddie, the Ed man, just a normal, everyday, teenaged wizard. I don’t have to sit awkwardly at the table while my dad and sisters pray to a god that doesn’t listen, if there is one to even hear them, acting like it doesn’t make me angry. I don’t have to pretend like I can stand my father at all; pretend we have anything in common, pretend like I don’t always want to hit him in the face. I don’t have to deal with the sneers from passerby’s, or complaints from the neighbors for playing my electric guitar to loudly. Hogwarts is my savor.
I can't fathom what I’m going to do at the end of this year. When I have to leave for good. When me and all my friends have to dive into the world, no safety net. I can’t imagine not being able to visit the animal pins when I can or running laps along the forest’s edge in the morning. I’ m going to miss the easy life of school work and friends, the secureness of the castle, the never ending expanse of mysteries and excitement the school provides. So I’m doing my damnest to burn all the best memories into my mind.
Like the time my roommates threw me a birthday party and we managed to polish off a three tier cake in our dorm and not get sick. Or the food fight last year in the common room. The sight of dark brown hair blowing in the wind, lite by the sun, making it glint like gold. The lake at dusk, the forest at dawn, all the moments in between that were so sweet yet so fleeting. Sissy’s first day and the crazy year that followed. The time they tried sneaking out to Hogsmead and got caught, well the first time, I'm shite at sneaking around as my sister so often reminds me. This whole year - my last year, Cookies first- finally having the ones I love in the greatest place on earth with me. I can’t imagine a better ending to the not-so-epic –yet still so much fun- years I’ve spent at Hogwarts. I’m excited to start my travels, I’m so thrilled about really being free, but I’m going to miss this. All of it.
Even Juniper Green. "
APPEARANCE
Height: 5’10”
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Dark brown
Style/Other characteristics: Jeans, plain t-shirts, old diner jackets, jean jackets, converse. Always wears a gold Celtic knot around his neck, it belonged to his mother. On breaks and after class, usually carries around his guitar.
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OVERALL
Eddie thinks of himself as plain, boring almost. And really there is nothing particularly extraordinary about him compared to other people. But that doesn’t make him boring or plain in any way, just average. Secretly this bothers him. He wishes he could be as outgoing as some of his friends, make a name for himself. Really though he didn’t want all the hoopla that went with that, he liked that his life was relatively simple in an ever growing chaotic world. Though he isn’t particularly adventurous or spontaneous, like some of the more popular boys, Ed is a friendly guy, helpful, and always up for a laugh. He loves his music and will play for just about anyone who wants to listen. It’s his outlet and has been since his mum was killed by a drunk driver when he was nine. She loved music, taught him how to read music, how to play the guitar.
To him part of his music is running. Eddie runs laps around the forest edge every day to help clear his mind and focus on turning his emotions into cords. Its solely for the meditative quality, he isn’t in anyway a fitness fanatic. He likes to be alone while he runs, but any other time he is game for company. Ed will not be the one to tell you he doesn’t feel like hanging out. Eddie always likes being with his friends and sisters for that matter. Really the only big downside to Ed’s sunny disposition is his father. The passing of his mum changed his life irrevocably, most noticeable was the relationship with his dad. In the beginning he irrationally blamed his old man for that fateful night; why hadn’t he stayed at the clinic that night instead of her? But what really drove the wedge between them that held strong nearly eight years later?
Phillip Brown was a devout man. Eddie hated that his father prayed to a god that took mum from them, that he thought that prayer alone would make a nine year old feel better. His whole family used to go to church together, but after his mum died Eddie didn't see the sense in it. So, he and his father are cordial mostly and always put up a united front where the girls are concerned but Eddie won’t talk about him. Or his mother for that matter. If either one of them are mentioned expect stony silence or an angry retort and a bad mood for the rest of the day.
GENERAL
Primary Motivator: Hedonism, Creation, Play
Sense of Humor: Jokey
Emotional Disposition: Excited
Moodiness: “...a little. What? I'm an artist.” - E
Sexual Orientation: Open
CORE TRAITS
Libido: Healthy
Outlook: Trusting
Integrity: Industrious
Sexual Expressive Style: Sensuous
Impulsiveness: Thoughtful
Openness to Sexual Experience: "Yes please" -E
Bold? Sometimes
Promiscuousness: “All depends on the person.” - E
Tolerance: Moderate
Interactivity: Social
Expression of beliefs: “I don’t express my beliefs because I have none.” - E
TOPICS OF CONVERSATION
Hobbies and Pastimes: Music, running, movies
Quirks, Habits, & Oddities: Teeth grinding, mumbling, toe tapping
EDUCATION
House: Hufflepuff
Time at Hogwarts: 7th year
EMPLOYMENT
Type of Application (Order, Death Eater, or Civilian): Civilian
Job/Position: Student
How long: 6years
Qualifications: “Didn’t think I needed any.”- E
Extra
- Phillip Brown is a vet in the muggle town they live in but he also does side jobs involving magical creatures. Eddie likes magical creatures much better and doesn’t see why his dad puts up with dogs and cats all day.
- Yes, Eddie has a Scottish accent.
- Do not get into a discussion with him about religion.
- Most of his sexual experience is with girls, he likes girls a lot, then he joined a band two summers ago and the drummer…well let’s just say he is exploring how far he can push his dads sensibilities. And his own desires.
- Loves Care of Magical Creatures obviously, it’s his best subject. But his favorite is Transfiguration, he finds it fascinating and is curious what his form would be if he was an animagus. He hates Potions. Hates.
- Almost the entire funeral of Aileen Brown consisted of friends. Both of Ed’s parents come from pure-blood. Phillip’s parents are both dead, he does have a sister but she doesn’t associate with him. Ed’s mum never talked about her family. He only ever met his mother’s mother once and that was at the funeral. He would like to never see her again and doesn’t give one lick about any of his blood relatives except the ones he shares a roof with.
OTHER
Play By: Thomas Brodie-Sangster
Player Name: Dink again
***I nicknamed Eddies sister’s and just put their ages because they are open for play! I named the youngest Cookie because that’s Prudence’s favorite word and when put on a person I imagine anyone names Cookie is super sweet and cute. And Sissy because well that’s what Edmund would call her when she is born since they are only two years apart. Nicknames optional if anyone takes them. Hope you like Eddie!***
