Post by BRICE PAUL BECKETT on May 17, 2012 20:52:42 GMT
brice paul beckett
full name: Brice Paul Beckett
age: Eighteen
year: N/A
birthday: June 14th
blood line: Muggleborn werewolf
occupation: Assistant shopkeeper at Dervish & Banges
former / house: Ravenclaw
"Let's start with the basics. Do you have any pets?"
"Nah. Don't have a pet. I thought about it, got nothing against them. But I don't have the time for one right now. Maybe some time in the future I'll get one but not now."
"Tell me about your wand."
"My what? Oh, my wand. I was about ready to say that I didn't think that was interview appropriate. -cough- Anyway. My wand's made of Black walnut, has a phoenix feather for the core and is eleven inches. Its been a good friend to me and its not as fussy as one might think believe it or not. It does have its moments, of course but most time it and I get along quite swimmingly. But who knows. Maybe it is fussy and I have just gotten use to it."
"Can you produce a patronus? What form does it take and what powers it?"
"Well, when I first learned how to cast one it was of a black bird but it changed recently. I'm not sure what it is, not taking shape yet for some reason. Its got teeth though, so I know its not a black bird, but I can't tell what the rest is. Memory wise, I've been using a memory when I went through a time where I had a special person in my life but its over now. I wish it wasn't but not everything works out the way you want sometimes. But least I have those memories to keep me warm. God, that sounded cheesy."
"Care to tell me what you see when you see a boggart?"
Brice declined to answer this question for one reason and one reason only, that the answer would be werewolf related and that was something that he is fighting to hide. A boggart, however, would more then likely show his werewolf self attacking someone. Infecting or killing someone being his greatest fear.
"I'm sure you've never seen a dementor but do you have a worst memory you can think of?"
Again, he declined for the same reason. By far the night that he was attacked by the werewolf that infected him reigns supreme over all other bad memories that he could think up. In fact, he refers to the day, as the day his life ended.
Personal Importance
"What are some of the things you like?"
"Chocolate frogs, gnome tossing, blood, raw meat, blue ink, repairing things, blueberries, soft hair, birds, muggle and magical music, quiet time, books, reading, having a remotely normal life, the colour blue, reflecting on positive times, a well cooked meal, a neat and tidy place, things that match."
"And lets not forget dislikes."
"Limits, typos, werewolves that cause trouble, the anti-werewolf population, muggle haters, the eleventh of July, strawberries, his love for blood, himself when he's acting wolfish, the lies that he's had to weave, thieves, those who hurt him or his friends, the moon and the moonlight."
"How would you describe yourself in general?"
"I guess I could consider myself a rather intelligent person. Sure there are people out there that would totally say that I read way too much and am a complete bookworm. Maybe that is true but I don't see anything wrong with having information. Could save your life. Though I can see how it could get really problematic because I know there have been more then a few times where I have used my intelligence to get my way or made someone feel bad because they didn't know something I did. Yeah, that's not at all a good thing but we all have our flaws, can't tell me that they don't, that's not even the start of mine. There's also more problems to learning so much too, mostly because you learn things you don't want to and you can't unlearn things. Too bad there isn't a spell that could manage that, guess there could be depending on what spell you use. Still think there's too many risks.
Sometimes I can be a little standoffish too but that's not something I can help. Some people just really make you wonder what they want, put you on guard, as it were. I'm not really a bad guy though if those people that got be on edge would just get to know me and then I get to know them. Once anyone got to know me they'd see that I have a pretty good sense of humour. Can't say I'm a regular laugh riot coming up with stuff but I like a good joke every now and then. I totally can be a little stubborn too. Not bad but I don't like being told what to do all the time and some topics that come up to kinda get me defensive when someone thinks they know so much and their views are right and then I feel totally different on the subject. Just little things like that. Doesn't normally happen all the time. Oh, and I've been known to be a little obsessive compulsive. Not bad, but I do like things a certain way. Properly spelled and what not. Drives me crazy when labels on things aren't showing properly in stores. You get the idea.
But not everything is great, like I said I know I have flaws. Guess the biggest would have to be the fact that I am possessive over people I like or care about. And not like a little bit either. I tend to view people or items that cause that in me as mine. People messing with anything that is mine just causes a lot of anger and I've got nothing against removing them, luckily I do have some self control so I don't end up doing whatever violent act I was thinking but its still not pleasant. I mean, what happens if I hit a point where I can't control myself? And not everyone likes that sort of thing. I know I've driven away more then a few friends with my behavior but I just can't help it. Not that I'm a controlling person, I don't mind what the people I care about do. Its just the people that are around them that bother me. But like I said it doesn't really go over well with some people. Guess I can be a bit of a hindrance. Right along with that would have to be my jealousy. I know that's why I'm so possessive. I don't like to share and when someone gets in between what I like and myself then it tends to cause that hyper protectiveness. I know its something I need to work on.
And I do have an angry, dark side to myself. Its not something I'm proud of and I don't really like talking or thinking about it. I know hiding from your problems does not make them go away but sometimes I just get so angry at nothing and feel like I'm just going to go nuts or something. That doesn't happen very often but there are dark thoughts that go through my head sometimes and... can we move onto something else?"
Home and Family
"Where were you born?"
"I was born in London. Family had a flat not too far from Leicester Square. Pretty much was there my whole life, except when I was at Hogwarts, of course. Parents still live there with my sister though."
"And where do you live now?"
"I have a small flat in Hogsmeade. Really isn't much from the outside but you'd be surprised what you can do with a little magic and the right furnishings."
"What about your family?"
"My family is pretty much just a bunch of muggles. Don't get me wrong, I love them to pieces but they are far from fascinating. Haven't done any major things either. Just normal people."
Father: Liam Robert Beckett, muggle
Mother: Naomi Annabelle [Formally Quinn] Beckett, muggle
Siblings:
Laura Beth Beckett, sister, muggleborn
Troy Lewis Beckett, brother, muggle
Other Relations:
Emma Quinn, Grandmother, muggle
Lewis Quinn, Grandfather, muggle [Deceased]
Mary Beckett, Grandmother, muggle
Bill Beckett, Grandfather, muggle
Rachel Beckett, sister-in-law, muggle
Jeffery Beckett, nephew, muggleborn
For History Books
"Lastly, your past. Anything interesting you'd like to add?"
"Well, I can say that I pretty much had your normal muggle childhood. You know how it is being second oldest, getting picked on by your older brother because you were now getting all the attention and not him, going to the zoo, muggle school and all those joys. Pretty basic. Though I admit that things in my childhood were not all together muggle. Mostly when I was six I actually set fire to one of my teacher's skirts because she annoyed me. No, I didn't play with matches, it was all magic. It was never proved that I did it though and to be honest there wasn't even a small part of me that wanted to inform them other wise. After all, there was no such thing as magic to the muggle population. I'd end up getting marked a liar. There were other magical things that happened too. My brother, Troy, and I were known for arguing with one another and often after that the door to Troy's room was often locked just to keep him from going where he wanted to I guess. And there was that time I turned an ant into a small pebble, least I think I did. Never could manage that again, least until I was taught how.
When I was about eight, my brother got fed up with a lot of the things that were going on with the family and he left to move in with his girlfriend. I thought at the time that he left because of my more freakish ways but it turned out that his girlfriend was pregnant. Yeah, it was a real dramatic time but even though it wasn't planned those two have had more then a few happy years of marriage together and a child to boot. Though Troy and I still don't see eye to eye. Think its because he's non-magical. I guess anyway. There wasn't much else of interest to be had until I got my letter to Hogwarts. Honestly, that place changed my life in more ways then I can count.
I was sorted into Ravenclaw once I was there and I was practically on cloud nine. Pretty sure I spent more time in the library then any other place in the castle. Was that way till the end of my time there too. I really did enjoy my classes and learning in general. I wasn't one for Quidditch though. Not that its a bad sport but its not my cup of tea. My friends dared me my third year to try out for the team for fun and I ended up in the hospital wing with a broken arm. Yeah, it's just not my thing, sports in general. I was rather absorbed in my studies and boring in those days. Managed through my OWLs well enough but having muggles for parents really does have its downsides. Didn't understand the grading system no matter how many times I tried explaining it. I did veer from the academic path in my sixth year and had a girlfriend. Can't say it lasted very long though. As much as I try to manage that I'm just not very good at relationships. They make me all nervous and tongue tied. My seventh year wasn't bad though, sort of avoided any serious relationships and I was well on the way to becoming an auror but things... changed over the summer. My mum got sick and it kinda messed things up but I'm doing alright. May not be having the life of an auror but it could be worse."
The part he left out
There was something that happened at the end of term of his seventh year but it wasn't that his mother got sick, that was for sure. Instead, it was more that he himself was stricken with an illness, one without a cure. In fact, he was bitten by a werewolf when he was on his way home after a rather late night. The beast had no mercy when it attacked but it had not inflicted injuries that were terrible enough to kill. And some how or another the knowledge of his disease remained unknown to the population even after he had gone for medical treatment. Of course, he knew better then to try to become an auror with such an affliction, after all, every full moon he was doomed to become a bloody thirsty creature with no thought processing mind within its inter-workings except for knowing their own kind. After that, he decided to move to Hogsmeade and take up a job there. While it was still risky to live among any sort of humans, the idea of following in the footfalls of what was considered his kin was not something he wanted to do either. At the very least the openness of the area gave him options for safe transformation locations. Though there was still no changing the fact that his life was going to be different now and it was safe to say it was not for the better.
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alias: Loc
gender: Female
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There was something about the stillness of a lake in winter. Even one housing magical creatures unknown by the rest of the world, gave to the cold temperatures covering it in a layer of ice and snow. It seems like everything in the entire world was it almost a state of slumber aside from its human inhabitants among other animal species that felt the winter was not worth sleeping the entire time away. The one of the wizard was finding himself staring over nothing for the blank space of snow-covered ice was really beyond anyone including himself perhaps he felt it suddenly needed to stop and look over the bleak surroundings of the time that was winter. March was far from pleasant (though it was at least more pleasant then the winter months prior), but more than anything it seemed to be a ice covered world with slushy snow that was there only to add to the fact that there was very little traction in the world was walking through this winter wonderland as some people like to call it. And yet for some reason he continued to stand there hands stuffed in his Muggle coat pockets staring out over the open spance of land that was before him. It was far from interesting to look at by any means but he could not seem to take his eyes away from it as he reflected upon how things had changed in the past few months as if his memory was not correct there were the time where he was standing in the exact spot he was at present letting out over a world with hopeful eyes thinking that the world had so much in store for him instead of what he was now.
That was not like it most people planed that they wanted to be a werewolf at any point in time. Sure there were Muggle children that found the idea mildly entertaining but they had no idea that the condition was one that was actually very much so real and sadly above all incurable. It just didn't seem fair inside of a single year his hopes could manage to be dashed to nothing more than bits and pieces of their former glory. In fact it was very hard in itself to think of any future goals that he had aside from the idea of not getting registered as the ever present of him not wanting to kill anyone anytime soon. Indeed things had changed over the past year considering his former goals had been becoming at least a very successful auror instead of holding the groundskeeper position as he was at present, in all honesty he had felt the entire job somewhat of a dull existence of the mere thought of it during the time when he actually how the world open up to him. Now things were far different than that he was glad even in the slightest amount that he had the job in the first place. Perhaps it served him right in a sense for feeling that the job he currently held was practically beneath him. It was intriguing how things often did change when it came to that.
Brice covered a yawn as he stood there the general work of the day catching up with him along with the fact that the full moon was rapidly approaching itself. In fact in two days he would have the pleasure of being face to face with his own worst nightmare yet again. That itself was nearing enough of an ability to drive him insane already without so much as a second thought. His lack of potion brewing skills were enough to make his stolen contraband completely worthless, that month or better he had spent slaving over a bleeding caldron was for nothing. And what he considered his last ditch attempt was nothing more then a complete wash. Now it was just nothing more then the matter of a ticking clock like some sort of time bomb in his head. That silent count down to him suffering through another terrible and painful transformation. If there was any goodness left in the world, perhaps the night two days from now would be one where he didn't take the life of someone. It had been so close last time... what if he didn't get distracted next time? Considering the fact that he was hiding his werewolf secret from the Ministry was enough to make him a little more along the lines of paranoid than most the population but if he had successfully managed to take a life because he did not report his condition and it would surely grade upon his conscience far more than one would actually think it would.
Though though if he had any remote luck left in the world there would be no reasoning for that to happen. Surely the condition had had the ability to take away what was left of his life but he could at least hope that fate had left at least one sliver of chance for him that things were not entirely as worse off as they appeared. Though there was a part of them that had to admit he surely believe that things were never going to get any better than they were and that he was a complete fool for putting people in danger in the first place all because he wanted to to get a job merely to have another chance at seeing Riley again. Sure the pay was good but that was not exactly the entire reason that he had taken a job however Riley still did not know the truth on exactly why he had taken a job. Though the rate he was going the last thing she really know with any more of his secrets, no for now things were far better off the way they were. But it was bad enough that he was a werewolf there is no point in making it seem like some sort of creeper. Regardless of whatever the future held or his current thoughts at that point in time he still found himself staring out over the ice for whatever reason and as the sun began to set behind the horizon. Night was fast approaching, at least this one would not be one where he lost his mind.
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