Post by devalis on Oct 28, 2010 14:27:23 GMT 10
BRIN LEIGH VERITY
NAME ;; Brin Leigh Verity
NICKNAMES ;; Veri
AGE ;; 19
DATE OF BIRTH ;; November 2
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; muggleborn witch
YEAR ;; adult
HOUSE ;; Hufflepuff alumnus
OCCUPATION ;; wand-maker’s apprentice, part-time motorcycle mechanic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; heterosexual
PLAY-BY ;; Emily Browning
BRIN is ;;
--- PRACTICAL ;; There is a disingenuous frankness about her that can be surprising. She can look you right in the eye and tell you exactly what she is thinking, just like it was the most natural thing to do in the world, and then she will look at you some more, expectantly, assuming that you will do the same. She is without shame; discussing sex and mechanics parts with the same rustic poise. The uncommon simplicity of her observations can illuminate the heart of an issue when a more subtle approach fails. It’s all about knowing the ins and outs of a thing, just like with machines. The more she knows, the easier it is to figure out. Honestly, give her something to fix, or clean, or make, and Brin is happy as a clam. She takes pleasure in very simple things since she was raised in a less-than-rich environment and rarely finds cause for complaint. Though little things may get away from her, Brin sees everything as a piece. A part that works in conjunction with other parts to make the whole. Everything is a mechanism that can be explained, and taken apart and put together. She approaches most everything with the outlook, and when she is in her element (machines, and muggle things, mostly) it shows.
--- GENUINE ;; Everything she does, everything she says is completely and totally sincere. Some may see this as artificial, but anyone who knows her knows that she’s just naturally friendly. While she isn’t especially overbearing, she makes no effort to hide an interest in someone if she has it. She's very touchy-feely and expresses herself best with a touch. It’s almost as if she doesn’t even realize that she’s flirting, and she can get stammeringly blushy when someone else points it out. Her hide is not thick and she is very susceptible to both flattery and slander. She is not naïve in any sense, but since she wants to trust people it’s easy for her to get burned. For this reason, while she is slow to anger she is also slow to forgive. She believes in learning from your mistakes and if someone betrays her almost blind trust, there is very little chance she’ll forget it. Hers is a quiet temper.
--- AWKWARD;; Brin sometimes has a hard time feeling like she fits into the Wizard's world. Transfiguration, for example, still confuses and upsets her because if a thing is a thing, it should stay that way, and it's kind of rude to ask it to be something else. The unexplained troubles her, and there is a large part of the wizard world that is just that. For that reason she has just a hint of awkwardness about her most of the time, because she is constantly reevaluating her place in such a society. Having been raised by her father and a dozen mechanics, she lacks a few of the subtle charms that make women glow, while men sweat. Brin sweats. She also has no idea what to do with her hair half the time, can't pick out dress clothes and is painfully jealous of that wonderful smell that all the other girls in her dorm room seem to have naturally, like babies, while she usually smells more like a garage and a bakery combined.
BRIN'S patronus is a ;; hummingbird
BRIN'S boggart takes the form of ;; a man on fire
BRIN adores ;; strawberry-flavored things . cooking, baking especially . anything she can do with her hands . arithmency . puzzle games . motorcycles . billiards . poker . practical jokers . pocket watches . bicycles . having her hair played with
BRIN abhors ;; being underestimated . arrogance . transfiguration . anchovies . white clothes . swimming and most water-related activities . intolerance . quill pens . wizard money . liars
Brin Leigh Verity was born to Renee and August Verity, two very young and not especially well-off English natives. They both grew up in Romsey, near Cambridge, and though the large college city boasted of high class and education, that was not the future for them. Renee and August were married practically right out of secondary school and while Renee worked a job as a waitress, August attended trade school to become a plumber. When he didn't pass the exam to actually get certified, he instead found work on a construction site, which wasn't all that difficult since most of the city seemed to be under construction all the time. Of course things were tense between August and Renee, they hadn't been as prepared for the real world as they thought they were, and when Renee found out she was pregnant things only got worse between them. She wanted to get rid of it but August was convinced he would make a good father and begged her to keep the child. Reluctantly, Renee agreed and picked up a few night shifts as a bartender during the first two trimesters to help save money for the coming addition to their family. And after Brin was born, things began to look up. It wasn't until, a year and a half later, Renee ran off without a word that August even realized something was amiss.
Unable to afford his own apartment, especially having to support his daughter and without the income Renee had added, August moved back in with his parents. He still worked construction and spent a lot more of his time at the bars. Brin was therefore mostly raised by her kindly grandparents who owned a small hardware store just inside the city and a motorcycle garage a few blocks away. She would go to work with her grandfather and follow him around, learning how things were put together often from the inside out. She knew the shop better even than Jules might have by the time she was old enough to go to school, but she was a mediocre student, at best. It was obvious she learned best by doing, but that didn't make a difference when it came to subjects like English and History. Math, however, provided a diversion for her mind that other subjects did not and though she received high marks in that class, it was more likely she would come home in the middle of the day and ask to spend time with her grandfather, instead.
As she got older and school became less appealing, she would sometimes follow her father to his construction sites, ingratiating herself with the other workers and the foremen just because of her genuine interest, sometimes even skipping school to take part in a particularly interesting job. The men were rough and dirty, but never mistreated the little girl who only wanted to learn (even if she was a bit accident-prone). She took quickly to the names and functions of certain tools of the trade, and often got into trouble with her grandmother for taking their home appliances apart just to see if she could put them together. She always could. Brin was a quick study and both her father and grandparents found that the girl skipped class not because she was struggling, but because she was bored. They leveled with her, saying that if she put more effort into her studies, they would teach her what she really wanted to learn. Because of their trade off, Brin learned a lot about mechanics. When she turned fifteen she started working shifts at the hardware store after school and she could tell anyone anything about any of the products they sold, from different kinds of nails and screws to lawnmowers and power tools. She could build a sturdy dog house and a real one, even, if given the equipment and the time. Baking and cooking, something not quite as complicated but consisting of following directions and getting an end result, was something else she excelled in.
When she was eight years old, Brin was staying with their upstairs neighbor, Sheila, after school. Sheila was dating the sort of man they make Lifetime movies about. He had money, but abused Sheila both physically and mentally. He was saying some particularly cruel things to Sheila when the small girl shouted “You’re broken!” at him, as she did to most anybody who didn’t act the way she thought they were supposed to. The man stopped in mid-sentence, for he had begun to choke on something: a tooth. He spit one out and then another… all of his front teeth had cracked and were falling to bits as he spoke. There was no good explanation, though afterward everyone was a little nicer to the little girl who could apparently wield a screwdriver and a finger with the same kind of dexterity. It wasn't until three years later when she got her letter from Hogwarts that some things began to make sense, though not nearly enough. While August was loathe to let his daughter go off to the school for magicians all on her own, he knew that he would not be able to nurture Brin’s talent and curiosity alone and hoped that the wizarding school would help in that regard. Because of her tenacity, she was sorted into Hufflepuff.
School was… a struggle, for Brin. Potions and Herbology came somewhat naturally, as she could relate most of what they taught there to something that resembled normal in her muggle-raised eyes. Wand work was difficult because she just had too many questions about exactly how it worked. She was a mechanic at heart and her analytical brain needed to know the ins and outs of something before she could even attempt to put it together in practice. Understandably, much of her Hogwarts career was spent being tutored by patient (and no so patient) classmates. When Weasley's Wizard Wheezes opened, she jumped on the opportunity to see the way their products worked first-hand. This was the kind of practical application of magic she had longed to see--something that made sense. It helped that it was a lot of fun and a little spending money never hurt anything, either. She passed her OWLs and NEWTs with competency, but nothing entirely impressive. Still, she was able to graduate with only a few minor embarrassments with which to leave the school on her behalf… though she did make good friends with the house elves who worked in the kitchens. Her only detentions were from being caught out of bed after hours sneaking into the library and kitchen.
Brin had not intended to work in the wizard world. Though she appreciated what she had learned at Hogwarts, she just felt so out of place most of the time. She moved back home as soon as she graduated, but her father would have none of that. He wanted his Brin to be better than what he had been reduced to and he had hoped that with a wizarding education she might make something important of herself. To appease her father’s wishes, as she loved no one more than she loved him, Brin applied for every job she could think of on Diagon Alley. Her father wouldn’t know the difference, only that she was working in the wizard world where she belonged. Ollivander was kind enough to offer her work as an apprentice and the practicality of the position appealed to Brin right away. She has been working underneath Ollivander for two years now, and in her spare time still does work around her grandparents’ mechanic shop.
Jack wasn’t really concerned over her shoes. She wasn’t that big a fan of shoes, if she was being honest, and she had even gone so far as to lose a pair on purpose just so she would never have to wear them again. That had been a particularly high pair of heels her mother had given her as a Christmas gift for a ball Beauxbatons was holding in conjunction with Durmstrang. Needless to say, Jack had been severely unimpressed. But the red shoes were her favorite shoes; not only were they so comfortable she almost felt she might not be wearing them at all, but they were red. So maybe she was a tiny bit concerned. But not a lot. If she had been, she could have done the same thing Rose had, which was a quirk quarter turn of her wand (Or was it a half quarter? Weren’t those called eighths? Neither math nor specificity were Jack’s strong suits…) and the easy-peasy word ‘accio’ from her lips and they’d have come straight to her. Of course, being as she was still a good ways out in the lake, it wouldn’t have been exactly prudent. There was very little prudent about Jack even on her best days, but that was also beside the point. If she had wanted it bad enough, it would have happened because that was the way her magic worked. Elsewise, not so much.
Rose was an impressive… well just about everything, in Jack’s humble opinion, which was never quite humble and always managed to make itself known whether or not it was quite appropriate. First impressions always left the most lasting effects and unfortunately one of the first treasures Jack’s fingers had fumbled across also just happened to belong to Rose Weasley. There might have been a confrontation, seeing as she and Rose were meant to share a room this year and things could get heated rather quickly when someone thought their possessions were in danger of being stolen. But Jack was no thief—she just had a few less-than-savory quirks and habits. Besides, she’d returned the item easily enough once it was brought to her attention that it had already made its way into her pocket. Luckily, on top of being a very smart, impressive witch, could also understand the difference between decision and compulsion. The rest was easy to sort out.
Jack had always had a hard time making friends with girls, but perhaps that had more to do with the types of girls with which she had been forced to spend her time for the past six years. All those proper French bitches had really taken their toll and her and it was refreshing to come to Hogwarts and find the female population wasn’t full to the brim with the same kind of cattiness. Though there was that, too. If nothing else she had to trust Rose kind of inherently. After all, Sawyer was making goo-goo eyes at her, even if he didn’t want to admit it when she’d poked him in the ribs and riled at him for a bit. Rose was good people. Smiling her thanks, Jack ducked beneath the water again and swam to the shore, finally setting foot on the grass completely soaking wet in naught but her Quidditch shorts and a tank top. Oh, and her favorite ankle bracelet. Why was she in the lake? Jack gave her favorite answer as she took the time to carefully wring out her hair. “Why not?” she said with a smirk and a shrug. “It was hot out. And I hear there’s mermaids under there! Didn’t see any though… maybe I intimidated them. I did gnash my teeth a bit, just in case,” she teased, settling down comfortably next to the other girl, crossing her legs half-lotus. “The better question is—why aren’t you in the lake?”
Hey there! I'm QUINN. I'm 24, and I've been been role playing for QUITE A LONG TIME. I found LMCI through CAUTION. My favorite Harry Potter is THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN.
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