Post by Blix on Mar 8, 2007 8:59:52 GMT -5
OOC Name: Blix
Character Name: Charley Brighty
Year: Sophomore
Age: 21
Major: Music
Sample: (Hope recycled is alright!)
“But I only want those three books, you see so really you’re trying to con me into paying more just so you can get rid of this one. I don’t want it, that was my final offer and if you-”
“Fine, take your books.”
“Thank you.”
Some coins were handed over and books exchanged hands, moving from grubby workmen’s hands into those of an avid reader, there was definite care taken of the books too. The market trader had hefted the books bodily into Edgar’s arms but Edgar had moved with them, softening their blow, as if they could feel. Books meant everything to him though, he spent most of his time pouring through them so naturally he had come to treat them with respect and admiration. They could teach him so much, although not apparently how to stop people from conning you, that was entirely down to his own mind that he figured that out. You bought from the Hogsmeade Market only if you were sure of yourself and what you actually wanted, or you’d end up with something you didn’t want and paying three times as much for it. Those traders were silver-tongued and Eddie surmised they often played tricks on unsuspecting people. He remembered the first time had had wanted a book on Transfiguaration and had returned to the Castle to find he’d just bought a book on the many used of Liverwort. He’d read the book of course, before handing it over to the school Library because he had no further use for it. Ever since then Eddie had learned to be rather more precautious about what people were slipping under the book on the top. This time though the man had been an honest trader, except the part where he had tried to sell Edgar a broken Sneakoscope, Edgar could tell it was broken because the man said it was working and it wasn’t lighting up and spinning erratically; he knew these things.
Edgar Bones knew these things because, well, he was Edgar Bones, or Eddie to those who knew him best and Eddie-Bear to those who knew him even better, in this case his parents. The name was more than slightly embarrassing, it was worthy of the embarrassment award for stupidest name your parents came up with. However, as long as the name remained at home and his sister didn’t decide to take a moment to spread the word around he could happily cope with it, it was one of those things you just put up with and hoped beyond belief that one day it would just go away. Although having digressed from the point, I shall backtrack slightly. Edgar Bones, he knew things because he was among the top students in his year, he excelled at all forms of magic and was setting himself out to be an extremely successful young man. He was polite, well-mannered, didn’t get into trouble and enjoyed working hard, however he failed completely to fall into the category of school nerd, for the simple fact that he wasn’t pale, didn’t spend all day indoors, didn’t hide out in the Library and didn’t do other general nerdy things that kids who have bits of spell-o-tape thrown at them do. Eddie was an all round nice-guy, he got on well with people as long as he didn’t lose to them, in a game or anything that he might simply lose in. He was a very sore loser, but he was also easily forgiving, as long as you gave him some space for a few moments. Then to top if off for being an all round nice guy he was a Prefect for his house, the Ravenclaws, and was neither tyrannical nor lenient. He was fair and just and nobody in the world could say he wasn’t.
The reason for his fair and just manner was the fact that Eddie lived by a very strong opinionated moral code. His parents had told him what was right and what was wrong, and when he’d grown up he had made the judgement for himself and created his own morals to live by. Luckily his sense of justice was in a place that most people understood, of course there were some who were so far from the just and truthful line that they’d created their own little world that Edgar didn’t so much steer himself away from but quietly told himself he ought to do something about it before it got out of hand. So he had made a decision. When he left Hogwarts he would become an Auror. A popular job choice it would seem but Edgar had a silent determination that he was sure would be matched by no one else, he was competitive to say the least and he wanted that job. But in all his competitive nature, partly which had been caused by being brought up with his sister, general competitive fun had at some point over the years turned into a personality trait, Edgar was in fact a caring person. He had such strong morals because he was kind, he wanted to see people were alright and if he could do something to ensure that then he would do so. He enjoyed helping people, which also explained why he applied and become Ravenclaws mentor, he was perfectly happy to offer his knowledge to others in the hopes that he could pass on what he knew and in the process perhaps learn things he didn’t know.
Eddie himself was a tall young man, just reaching about five foot eleven inches if he really stood himself up straight. But as most young men do he tended to slouch somewhat, which wasn’t any good for his posture but he wasn’t snobbish enough to care. The of course being rather tall meant he was lucky enough to have the typical figure of a lanky adolescent who hasn’t quite yet finished scaling his legs to the rest of himselof. He sported a pair of interestingly coloured eyes, they were often mistakenly seen as brown, but then also often mistakenly remembered as having been green too. The truth of the fact was they were both, closer to the pupil was an uneven ring of hazel that faded away to a crystal green colour around the edge of the iris. It gave his eyes an odd sense of being pretty, which was an inaccurate way to describe the rest of Edgar. He had a strong, slightly squared off jaw line, much the same as his sister did, and he had a colour to his skin that indicated he didn’t spend his entire life indoors shying away from the weather. His hair was a mixed colour on the variation of brown and was cut to the typical fashionable style of the day, which meant it was a little bit longer than his mother wanted it but not long enough for some idiot to call him a girl and it sported a long fringe that he often found brushing the top of his eyelids. But it looked good so he would suffer the occasional hair in his eyes for it. The things you had to put up with. Psht. His current wardrobe wasn’t his school uniform or robes, he was dressed in slightly muggle-styled clothes that consisted of a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt with a blue shirt with brown checked stripes on it over the top, a similar shaded brown jumper with a v shaped neck that made the shirt collar overlap it and had sleeves that weren’t quite long enough and made the shirts pattern stick out through the end and on top of that he’d got a grey jacket with a hood on. He’d well planned for the weather and was happy to say he wasn’t shivering in the fresh cool air.
Anyway, Edgar was making his way through the market when he found himself pausing as a woman shook out a length of fabric. It was a red fleece, and centralised was a large black wolf, Eddie found himself staring at the picture with something bordering on apprehension, although he was unsure why, he glanced up to the woman who gave him an odd sort of look as she folded the wolf away, and then he continued on his way. It was strange that, but everywhere he’d been looking over the last few days had been wolves, he’d seen their shape sin clouds in the sky, the way spilt sugar looked on the table, a drop of water looked like a wolf, wolves on fleeces, even in Divination he’d been staring avidly into the crystal ball and the reflection of the boys standing behind him robe looked like a wolf. It was odd, but Edgar was a practical minded and logical young man and was putting such things down to sheer coincidence and told himself if he really started looking he’d be seeing strange animals all over the place, like if he shut his left eye and tilted his head to the side there was a metal giraffe standing beside the stall with all the magical crystals on it, the fabric being blown in the slightly chilly winter air kept distorting it though. Then just too really make sure he wasn’t being followed by some sort of omen he tried to find another giraffe. Of course standing in the middle of the market place with one arm holding onto three books and the other holding a hand over his eye wasn’t really the smartest place to do this sort of experiment as people were giving him suspicious looks and starting to walk the long way around him, just in case he might be contagious.
Character Name: Charley Brighty
Year: Sophomore
Age: 21
Major: Music
Sample: (Hope recycled is alright!)
“But I only want those three books, you see so really you’re trying to con me into paying more just so you can get rid of this one. I don’t want it, that was my final offer and if you-”
“Fine, take your books.”
“Thank you.”
Some coins were handed over and books exchanged hands, moving from grubby workmen’s hands into those of an avid reader, there was definite care taken of the books too. The market trader had hefted the books bodily into Edgar’s arms but Edgar had moved with them, softening their blow, as if they could feel. Books meant everything to him though, he spent most of his time pouring through them so naturally he had come to treat them with respect and admiration. They could teach him so much, although not apparently how to stop people from conning you, that was entirely down to his own mind that he figured that out. You bought from the Hogsmeade Market only if you were sure of yourself and what you actually wanted, or you’d end up with something you didn’t want and paying three times as much for it. Those traders were silver-tongued and Eddie surmised they often played tricks on unsuspecting people. He remembered the first time had had wanted a book on Transfiguaration and had returned to the Castle to find he’d just bought a book on the many used of Liverwort. He’d read the book of course, before handing it over to the school Library because he had no further use for it. Ever since then Eddie had learned to be rather more precautious about what people were slipping under the book on the top. This time though the man had been an honest trader, except the part where he had tried to sell Edgar a broken Sneakoscope, Edgar could tell it was broken because the man said it was working and it wasn’t lighting up and spinning erratically; he knew these things.
Edgar Bones knew these things because, well, he was Edgar Bones, or Eddie to those who knew him best and Eddie-Bear to those who knew him even better, in this case his parents. The name was more than slightly embarrassing, it was worthy of the embarrassment award for stupidest name your parents came up with. However, as long as the name remained at home and his sister didn’t decide to take a moment to spread the word around he could happily cope with it, it was one of those things you just put up with and hoped beyond belief that one day it would just go away. Although having digressed from the point, I shall backtrack slightly. Edgar Bones, he knew things because he was among the top students in his year, he excelled at all forms of magic and was setting himself out to be an extremely successful young man. He was polite, well-mannered, didn’t get into trouble and enjoyed working hard, however he failed completely to fall into the category of school nerd, for the simple fact that he wasn’t pale, didn’t spend all day indoors, didn’t hide out in the Library and didn’t do other general nerdy things that kids who have bits of spell-o-tape thrown at them do. Eddie was an all round nice-guy, he got on well with people as long as he didn’t lose to them, in a game or anything that he might simply lose in. He was a very sore loser, but he was also easily forgiving, as long as you gave him some space for a few moments. Then to top if off for being an all round nice guy he was a Prefect for his house, the Ravenclaws, and was neither tyrannical nor lenient. He was fair and just and nobody in the world could say he wasn’t.
The reason for his fair and just manner was the fact that Eddie lived by a very strong opinionated moral code. His parents had told him what was right and what was wrong, and when he’d grown up he had made the judgement for himself and created his own morals to live by. Luckily his sense of justice was in a place that most people understood, of course there were some who were so far from the just and truthful line that they’d created their own little world that Edgar didn’t so much steer himself away from but quietly told himself he ought to do something about it before it got out of hand. So he had made a decision. When he left Hogwarts he would become an Auror. A popular job choice it would seem but Edgar had a silent determination that he was sure would be matched by no one else, he was competitive to say the least and he wanted that job. But in all his competitive nature, partly which had been caused by being brought up with his sister, general competitive fun had at some point over the years turned into a personality trait, Edgar was in fact a caring person. He had such strong morals because he was kind, he wanted to see people were alright and if he could do something to ensure that then he would do so. He enjoyed helping people, which also explained why he applied and become Ravenclaws mentor, he was perfectly happy to offer his knowledge to others in the hopes that he could pass on what he knew and in the process perhaps learn things he didn’t know.
Eddie himself was a tall young man, just reaching about five foot eleven inches if he really stood himself up straight. But as most young men do he tended to slouch somewhat, which wasn’t any good for his posture but he wasn’t snobbish enough to care. The of course being rather tall meant he was lucky enough to have the typical figure of a lanky adolescent who hasn’t quite yet finished scaling his legs to the rest of himselof. He sported a pair of interestingly coloured eyes, they were often mistakenly seen as brown, but then also often mistakenly remembered as having been green too. The truth of the fact was they were both, closer to the pupil was an uneven ring of hazel that faded away to a crystal green colour around the edge of the iris. It gave his eyes an odd sense of being pretty, which was an inaccurate way to describe the rest of Edgar. He had a strong, slightly squared off jaw line, much the same as his sister did, and he had a colour to his skin that indicated he didn’t spend his entire life indoors shying away from the weather. His hair was a mixed colour on the variation of brown and was cut to the typical fashionable style of the day, which meant it was a little bit longer than his mother wanted it but not long enough for some idiot to call him a girl and it sported a long fringe that he often found brushing the top of his eyelids. But it looked good so he would suffer the occasional hair in his eyes for it. The things you had to put up with. Psht. His current wardrobe wasn’t his school uniform or robes, he was dressed in slightly muggle-styled clothes that consisted of a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt with a blue shirt with brown checked stripes on it over the top, a similar shaded brown jumper with a v shaped neck that made the shirt collar overlap it and had sleeves that weren’t quite long enough and made the shirts pattern stick out through the end and on top of that he’d got a grey jacket with a hood on. He’d well planned for the weather and was happy to say he wasn’t shivering in the fresh cool air.
Anyway, Edgar was making his way through the market when he found himself pausing as a woman shook out a length of fabric. It was a red fleece, and centralised was a large black wolf, Eddie found himself staring at the picture with something bordering on apprehension, although he was unsure why, he glanced up to the woman who gave him an odd sort of look as she folded the wolf away, and then he continued on his way. It was strange that, but everywhere he’d been looking over the last few days had been wolves, he’d seen their shape sin clouds in the sky, the way spilt sugar looked on the table, a drop of water looked like a wolf, wolves on fleeces, even in Divination he’d been staring avidly into the crystal ball and the reflection of the boys standing behind him robe looked like a wolf. It was odd, but Edgar was a practical minded and logical young man and was putting such things down to sheer coincidence and told himself if he really started looking he’d be seeing strange animals all over the place, like if he shut his left eye and tilted his head to the side there was a metal giraffe standing beside the stall with all the magical crystals on it, the fabric being blown in the slightly chilly winter air kept distorting it though. Then just too really make sure he wasn’t being followed by some sort of omen he tried to find another giraffe. Of course standing in the middle of the market place with one arm holding onto three books and the other holding a hand over his eye wasn’t really the smartest place to do this sort of experiment as people were giving him suspicious looks and starting to walk the long way around him, just in case he might be contagious.