Post by genimgemini on Jul 28, 2014 21:46:09 GMT -6
[ B a s i c ]
NAME
Bryan Keighly Reece Brooks
YEAR
7th
AGE
16
GENDER
Male
HEIGHT
6’2”
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight enough
APPEARANCE
Tall, toned, and tight describe Bryan Brooks to a tee. Towering over most of his fellow classmates at over six foot and weighing around 165 pounds, Brooks sees himself as a proverbial big man on campus with how her carried himself. He has short, close cropped, dirty blond hair and dark green eyes.
He leads himself from his chest, making sure to dress his off days in clothing that accentuates his favorite features about himself.
TRAITS/PERSONALITY
Cocky, arrogant, courageous. Bryan often comes off as much more interested in himself than he is towards those around him. He constantly allows his pride and his ego control his actions.
Deeper down, perhaps much, Brooks is much more soft and kind towards those around him.
If Hogwarts had frats he would pledge.
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Bry can shoot a quaffle left handed over his shoulder from the quarter mark line and make it through a hoop. Mostly. Sometimes. He is also very adept at charms and potions.
HISTORY
Bryan Keighly Reece Brooks was born to a set of newly married twenty one year olds as Bryan Keighly Reece Brooks and his brother Brendan Cole Brooks. Brendan’s premature death due to complications at birth caused a rift between his parents eventually resulting in their divorce and his mothers quick marriage to Branson Porter.
His mother’s remarriage caused a relocation from Cardiff to London where Mr. and Mrs. Porter eventually birthed Bryan’s new family.
Growing up in London with a new family, no true recollection of his father, and very little to do, Bryan filled his time with practicing flying, picking on his younger siblings, and secluding himself from the rest of his happy family.
Upon enrolling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Bryan seemed to develop and open up into a much more social person. He found interests in Charms, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts alongside his passion for Quidditch. He grew to have friends and, subsequently, enemies in the halls of his new home.
ANIMAGUS FORM
N/A
HOUSE
Gryffindor
WAND
Maple wood, eight and three quarters inches, dragon heartstring core. Surprisingly springy
[E x t r a]
MEDICAL CONDITIONS
Red/Green color blind
DAY OF BIRTH
September 20th
PETS
N/A
FAMILY
Chloé Marie Porter née Allard – mother, 38, graduate of Beauxbaton Academy, currently resides in Manchester. Ms. Porter works as a culinary correspondent for the Daily Prophet.
Branson Kristopher Porter – step-father, 42, graduate of Hogwarts School, former Gryffindor, currently resides in London. Mr. Porter works as the head of the British Ministry of Magic’s International Magical Trading Standards Body in the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
Rhys Delwyn Baines Brooks – father, 38, graduate of Hogwarts Schoo, former Hufflepuff, currently resides in Swansea, estranged from the Porter family, employment is currently unknown.
Isaac Dawson Porter – half brother, 15, fifth year at Hogwarts School, Ravenclaw.
Mariel Lindsey Porter – half sister, 11, first year at Hogwarts School, Ravenclaw.
PATRONUS FORM
Fox
SAMPLE RP
Bryan felt his stomach grumble and groan. He ran a slender hand under his maroon Gryffindor sweater and over his abdomen as the tremors of his hunger shook his body.
He stood in his dormitory, surrounded by the other four seventh year boys in his residence, and wearing nothing but his oversized maroon sweater and a pair of short black shorts that reached a good four inches above the top of his knee.
That’s what you get for skipping dinner for another run, Bry. He thought to himself, retrieving his hand from his layers and pushing himself down the spiral staircase, through the crowds of younger and less impressive fifth years studying vigorously for their upcoming O.W.L.’s and out into the corridors.
He walked slowly, carefully rolling his bare feet along the marble, which was cold with winter’s icy breath.
He checked his watch. 9:46. It wasn’t that late. Still, he was careful, his eyes alert as they dashed from side to side. Down one staircase, past the charms corridor, through the Hall of Statues, down two more shifting staircases, across the entrance to the Great Hall, down another set of steps, and then through a large arch.
He stopped in front of a large portrait of fruit. Bryan stared longingly up at the peaches, grapes, bananas, and lonely green pear in the picture, reaching a long arm up as if to grab the juiciest of fruits from the painting and pull it down for his pleasure. Instead he wiggled his fingers, watching as the tickled pear squirmed and squeaked until its bulbous portion pushed into a physical doorknob.
Gripping the knob tightly, Bryan pulled and entered the stone and silver kitchen and towards the busy looking hoards of three foot spindly limbed bat-creatures, all dressed in various states of odd cloth and yarn.
”Oi! Krumpet! What’ve you got left for me tonight? I was on a run during your last service.” He said in a high and ringing voice, a slight smirk curling over the corner of his mouth.