Post by briarhenderson on Jul 16, 2008 22:35:44 GMT -5
ABOUT YOU;;*[/color]
Name; Anna. [yeah… the banana kind. --;]
Age; 14
Location; Colorado, babeh.
Time Zone; mountain standard.
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Briar Luz Henderson[/size]
Age;[/b] 17[/size]
Year;[/b] seventh[/size]
House; Hufflepuff
Blood;[/b] Halfblood (muggle mother)[/size]
Parents;[/b] Maria Veracruz (ex-Henderson); Sawyer Henderson[/size]
Wand;[/b]Aspen, 11 in, dragon heartstring[/size]
Patronus;[/b][not that it lasts long…]It’s a beagle. :][/size]
Boggart;[/b]his sister. [he’s afraid to hope] [/size]
Animagus;[/b]n/a[/size]
Alliance;[/b]Neutral for the moment.[/size]
Pets;[/b]he doesn’t trust himself to take care of otherpeople things.[/size]
History;[/b] So destined for failure from the very beginning; why did he ever try?
You couldn’t even give twenty year old Maria and twenty two year old Sawyer credit for being lovestruck young people. They were merely friends-of-friends- they’d met a few times, and got along well. But that was all it was, just a few times. Enough, though. So a pregnant Maria wasn’t much of a problem, right? They knew each other well; marriage was okay. Settling down and Florida was okay. Or, that’s what they were thinking.
To put it simply, they were wrong. It was almost funny, how two people, so opposite of each other, could come together like they did. Maria was one of history’s more temperamental people. Sawyer was infuriatingly calm. Maria carried the old fashioned beliefs of her Hispanic family. Sawyer was a businessman; he was all about change and improvement. Still, they managed to hold it together for six years.
So Briar was born into a corrupt enough household. For a long time, the question of how long it would last hung in the background, unbeknownst to the toddler. But three years after Briar’s birth, the drifting family was brought slamming back together by a younger sister, Kayla.
She was everyone’s world. The Hendersons managed to play the part of the perfect family for five more years. Both parents loved the kids (though you couldn’t deny that Kayla was the object of obviously more affection) and both kids loved each other. The latter never changed, but by the time Briar’s eighth birthday rolled around, harsh custody battles had been fought, and Kayla moved with their father to New York. Briar, unfortunately, stayed in Florida.
Maria definitely wasn’t okay when they moved out of the house and into a townhome in Northern Florida. She had issues with drinking, and anyone could tell you that alcohol causes increases in aggression. So was it really a surprise when her eight year old son bore the brunt of all that? For three years, all alone, Briar bore it.
But it all changed that day when his father called. You couldn't blame Sawyer. He was curious, about the letter-wasn't his son excited? Too bad for Sawyer. Too bad for Briar. His mother had hidden the letter to the New Hampshire wizarding school. She was drunk when the phone call came. Too bad that the phone was in the kitchen. Too bad you needed knives to cook. Too bad, that knives could be thrown. Too bad, about that scar on Briar's arm. But at least, finally, the flight-or-fight instinct finally kicked in. So he was still alive to be taken back to New York a few months later by his dad. It was June, when he finally came back to what he thought would finally be home.
The next six years were history. His dad took him to shrinks for a few years, but he seemed better. A little torn up, still, but better. Kayla and Briar were more like best friends than siblings. Sure, Briar had friends his age, but that wasn't the same. Even if his dad was a little upset by the fact that Briar didn't trust anyone, let alone his father, in the same way, he was glad to see the two together.
Then, the next blow struck. Cancer. It was normal enough, if you were a muggle. Wasn't there a cure for that? They were wizards, there had to be a cure. There had to be, because Briar knew that whoever they were carrying to the deep, rectangular hole in the ground in a box was not his sister. Because she couldn't go like that. She couldn't.
Whatever happened next, Briar didn't care about. His friends wrote, they wanted him back in school. But Briar wasn't going back. Who cared if he only had a year and a half left? His dad wasn't making him go back. For a while, he didn't. But after several months, it was clear: Sawyer's son wasn't getting better. It was like he was getting rid of anything that would remind him of his sister. It was time to move on. Briar would have to transfer. Sawyer moved them to Britain, on a job he asked his company for. Briar could go through seventh year there, at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.[/size]
Appearance;[/b] Briar doesn't think of himself as anything special. Just another skinny kid. With a weird nose. Decidedly, he doesn't like his nose.
Not to say he doesn't take some time on his appearance though. His hair is well kempt, artificially blonde with a few brown streaks (admittedly, that did start when he was trying to hide from all reminders of his sister). And from his smile, which he tries to hide behind just as he hides behind his frequently worn aviators, you can tell he brushes those teeth. When he's not wearing a uniform, he's got plenty of jeans and band tshirts, as well as several jackets (mostly gray ones) to suffice. All of his clothes are well-kempt- except for worn down black converse and checkered vans. But don't ask him to give those up. [/size]
Personality;[/b] Look me in the eye and smile. For a while, Briar couldn't. Not for anyone. Who could blame him, though? If life was a bowl of cherries for anyone else, somebody must've dumped a bunch of worms into Briar's.
After a while, though, everyone has to smile. It's not that hard- it's as easy, for Briar, as staying calm. Don't think too hard. And don't climb tall buildings. Smile for as much as you're worth. Or, that's what he tries to do.
The problem is: Briar doesn't think he's worth much. All of his less-than-fabulous childhood did something to his self esteem, after all. For all his partying and drug usage, he still has a quiet dormitory to go back to at night. Plenty of time to think. Maybe if he could trust someone, talk more, it'd be better. But in the end, his trust was a lot more bruised than anything else. Afraid of other people, afraid of being alone, afraid of himself- he's still treading a thin line. What happens if he steps off?[/size]
Likes;[/b]sleeping, muffins, Iron Maiden, music, gray, Charms, drugs, girls.[/size]
Dislikes;[/b]questions, his parents, carrots, being alone, Herbology, Care Of Magical Creatures, responsibility (he's afraid of letting people down)[/size]
Model;[/b] Chap Stique [Derek Mount] of Family Force 5.[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] uh... he's only technically addicted to pot. (just as i type that, up comes the live above the influence comercial. GOOD. JOB. BRIAR.)[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]"Hi, my name is Briar, and I'll be your server for this evening," the seventeen year old smiled, passing around laminated menus to the adults, setting paper ones, along with crayons, down in front of the four kids, "Can I start you off with some refreshment?"
The scene would've surprised anyone who knew him. Briar Henderson, the introvert, as a waiter? Yet here he was, in tight black pants, Vans, the red uniform polo, and one of those apron things that waiters where. His hair was down, to avoid suspicious looks from parents.
Smiling, he took a black-bound mini notebook from one of the pockets on the apron, nodding as the family ordered their drinks.
"I'll be right back with these, then," he said, bending to pick up a purple crayon one of the kids had dropped. He really did like kids, a lot. You couldn't really tell by looking at him, and it wasn't hereditary, but he did.
He walked back to the kitchen, tearing out the slip of paper and putting it on the counter. It would take two minutes or so for the drinks to be ready. Or it would have, if Lyssa, one of his coworkers, hadn't dragged him out to do the cheesy birthday song. And when that embarrasing ordeal was over, there were the drinks, waiting for him. He grabbed the tray, headed back to the table. This was going to be a long shift. [/size]
Name; Anna. [yeah… the banana kind. --;]
Age; 14
Location; Colorado, babeh.
Time Zone; mountain standard.
YOUR CHARACTER;;*
Name;[/b] Briar Luz Henderson[/size]
Age;[/b] 17[/size]
Year;[/b] seventh[/size]
House; Hufflepuff
Blood;[/b] Halfblood (muggle mother)[/size]
Parents;[/b] Maria Veracruz (ex-Henderson); Sawyer Henderson[/size]
Wand;[/b]Aspen, 11 in, dragon heartstring[/size]
Patronus;[/b][not that it lasts long…]It’s a beagle. :][/size]
Boggart;[/b]his sister. [he’s afraid to hope] [/size]
Animagus;[/b]n/a[/size]
Alliance;[/b]Neutral for the moment.[/size]
Pets;[/b]he doesn’t trust himself to take care of other
History;[/b] So destined for failure from the very beginning; why did he ever try?
You couldn’t even give twenty year old Maria and twenty two year old Sawyer credit for being lovestruck young people. They were merely friends-of-friends- they’d met a few times, and got along well. But that was all it was, just a few times. Enough, though. So a pregnant Maria wasn’t much of a problem, right? They knew each other well; marriage was okay. Settling down and Florida was okay. Or, that’s what they were thinking.
To put it simply, they were wrong. It was almost funny, how two people, so opposite of each other, could come together like they did. Maria was one of history’s more temperamental people. Sawyer was infuriatingly calm. Maria carried the old fashioned beliefs of her Hispanic family. Sawyer was a businessman; he was all about change and improvement. Still, they managed to hold it together for six years.
So Briar was born into a corrupt enough household. For a long time, the question of how long it would last hung in the background, unbeknownst to the toddler. But three years after Briar’s birth, the drifting family was brought slamming back together by a younger sister, Kayla.
She was everyone’s world. The Hendersons managed to play the part of the perfect family for five more years. Both parents loved the kids (though you couldn’t deny that Kayla was the object of obviously more affection) and both kids loved each other. The latter never changed, but by the time Briar’s eighth birthday rolled around, harsh custody battles had been fought, and Kayla moved with their father to New York. Briar, unfortunately, stayed in Florida.
Maria definitely wasn’t okay when they moved out of the house and into a townhome in Northern Florida. She had issues with drinking, and anyone could tell you that alcohol causes increases in aggression. So was it really a surprise when her eight year old son bore the brunt of all that? For three years, all alone, Briar bore it.
But it all changed that day when his father called. You couldn't blame Sawyer. He was curious, about the letter-wasn't his son excited? Too bad for Sawyer. Too bad for Briar. His mother had hidden the letter to the New Hampshire wizarding school. She was drunk when the phone call came. Too bad that the phone was in the kitchen. Too bad you needed knives to cook. Too bad, that knives could be thrown. Too bad, about that scar on Briar's arm. But at least, finally, the flight-or-fight instinct finally kicked in. So he was still alive to be taken back to New York a few months later by his dad. It was June, when he finally came back to what he thought would finally be home.
The next six years were history. His dad took him to shrinks for a few years, but he seemed better. A little torn up, still, but better. Kayla and Briar were more like best friends than siblings. Sure, Briar had friends his age, but that wasn't the same. Even if his dad was a little upset by the fact that Briar didn't trust anyone, let alone his father, in the same way, he was glad to see the two together.
Then, the next blow struck. Cancer. It was normal enough, if you were a muggle. Wasn't there a cure for that? They were wizards, there had to be a cure. There had to be, because Briar knew that whoever they were carrying to the deep, rectangular hole in the ground in a box was not his sister. Because she couldn't go like that. She couldn't.
Whatever happened next, Briar didn't care about. His friends wrote, they wanted him back in school. But Briar wasn't going back. Who cared if he only had a year and a half left? His dad wasn't making him go back. For a while, he didn't. But after several months, it was clear: Sawyer's son wasn't getting better. It was like he was getting rid of anything that would remind him of his sister. It was time to move on. Briar would have to transfer. Sawyer moved them to Britain, on a job he asked his company for. Briar could go through seventh year there, at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.[/size]
Appearance;[/b] Briar doesn't think of himself as anything special. Just another skinny kid. With a weird nose. Decidedly, he doesn't like his nose.
Not to say he doesn't take some time on his appearance though. His hair is well kempt, artificially blonde with a few brown streaks (admittedly, that did start when he was trying to hide from all reminders of his sister). And from his smile, which he tries to hide behind just as he hides behind his frequently worn aviators, you can tell he brushes those teeth. When he's not wearing a uniform, he's got plenty of jeans and band tshirts, as well as several jackets (mostly gray ones) to suffice. All of his clothes are well-kempt- except for worn down black converse and checkered vans. But don't ask him to give those up. [/size]
Personality;[/b] Look me in the eye and smile. For a while, Briar couldn't. Not for anyone. Who could blame him, though? If life was a bowl of cherries for anyone else, somebody must've dumped a bunch of worms into Briar's.
After a while, though, everyone has to smile. It's not that hard- it's as easy, for Briar, as staying calm. Don't think too hard. And don't climb tall buildings. Smile for as much as you're worth. Or, that's what he tries to do.
The problem is: Briar doesn't think he's worth much. All of his less-than-fabulous childhood did something to his self esteem, after all. For all his partying and drug usage, he still has a quiet dormitory to go back to at night. Plenty of time to think. Maybe if he could trust someone, talk more, it'd be better. But in the end, his trust was a lot more bruised than anything else. Afraid of other people, afraid of being alone, afraid of himself- he's still treading a thin line. What happens if he steps off?[/size]
Likes;[/b]sleeping, muffins, Iron Maiden, music, gray, Charms, drugs, girls.[/size]
Dislikes;[/b]questions, his parents, carrots, being alone, Herbology, Care Of Magical Creatures, responsibility (he's afraid of letting people down)[/size]
Model;[/b] Chap Stique [Derek Mount] of Family Force 5.[/size]
Anything Else?;[/b] uh... he's only technically addicted to pot. (just as i type that, up comes the live above the influence comercial. GOOD. JOB. BRIAR.)[/size]
Roleplay Sample;[/b]"Hi, my name is Briar, and I'll be your server for this evening," the seventeen year old smiled, passing around laminated menus to the adults, setting paper ones, along with crayons, down in front of the four kids, "Can I start you off with some refreshment?"
The scene would've surprised anyone who knew him. Briar Henderson, the introvert, as a waiter? Yet here he was, in tight black pants, Vans, the red uniform polo, and one of those apron things that waiters where. His hair was down, to avoid suspicious looks from parents.
Smiling, he took a black-bound mini notebook from one of the pockets on the apron, nodding as the family ordered their drinks.
"I'll be right back with these, then," he said, bending to pick up a purple crayon one of the kids had dropped. He really did like kids, a lot. You couldn't really tell by looking at him, and it wasn't hereditary, but he did.
He walked back to the kitchen, tearing out the slip of paper and putting it on the counter. It would take two minutes or so for the drinks to be ready. Or it would have, if Lyssa, one of his coworkers, hadn't dragged him out to do the cheesy birthday song. And when that embarrasing ordeal was over, there were the drinks, waiting for him. He grabbed the tray, headed back to the table. This was going to be a long shift. [/size]
