Post by Conan Breandan on Mar 31, 2011 17:48:28 GMT -5
Name: Conan Breandan
Age: 32
Birthdate/place: 10-10-1989, Old Obscure Country Road, Ireland
Species: human
Gender: Male
Family: He is halfblood, and a squib.
Appearance:
Build/height- Conan stands at a commanding five foot three inches, and is just barely average in build. One can easily see the more prominent ribs when he is bare-chested.
General Description- Conan is dark and ruddy, both his natural coloring and a symptom of his largely outdoor life. His face is chapped, his hands and feet are calloused. His hair is chopped unevenly and stands around his head like a dark halo. His eyes are nearly the same color, a dark brown that muddles and confuses rather than welcomes. He usually sports a scruffy brown beard and mustache.
He wears several bracelets, two on his right arm and a third on his left wrist. One of the two on the right is a paracord bracelet, the other is a simple knotted leather cord with silver. His left bracelet is more of a wide cuff of leather, held by two buckles. He pierced both ears, currently he is wearing silver studs.
He generally dresses in casual muggle clothing, as if to emphasize as much as possible his difference from the rest of wizarding society. He has several noticeable scars, one of which is a large scar on his left bicep, a remainder from a tumble down a ravine when he was younger.
Possessions- His flute, some basic travel supplies, the tools of his trades. A copy of the collected works of William Shakespeare. All of this fits in his backpack, which has the added benefit of an expansion charm, with many compartments and pockets. He carries a walking stick.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Conan is a generally quiet person, he is not generally outgoing and enthusiastic. When he performs, it is more with a quiet power than flashy attention seeking. His magic tricks and storytelling are compelling and captivating, they pull the audience in, holding their attentions captive. He has never used magic, but wizards and muggles alike believe he does--in actuality very few in the Wizarding world know he is a squib.
His actions are conservative, he never makes a move that isn’t necessary--though they can appear that way. Conan has a dark turn of mind, he is more like to think of the negative or the unpleasant before any other. He is also a pragmatist, he believes in results, not ideals. Ideals are for an ideal world, and his world is not ideal. All that ends well is well, he is not squeamish about taking actions that may not fit the honorable or gentle course of action.
There is a hunger in him, a deep-seated longing for what has been denied him. He resents wizards for their magic, though he has his own type. He is brusque with them, but he likes muggles no better. For a performer, Conan has quite the grudge against the world. He itches to get his hands on magic, real magic. And he will do anything to get it.
He is a happy drunk. He has quite a tolerance for drink, built up over many years. And when he becomes drunk, he doesn’t stumble and fall, or mishandle objects. No, the way to tell this Irishman is drunk is when he suddenly opens up, becomes friendlier and happier. He seems to lose resentments, seems to be friends with everyone.
Alliance- None
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Strengths/Weaknesses-
+ Muggle Magic -- Conan is quite skilled with magic tricks of all types, though he usually only portrays the ordinary, or the smaller types of magic. Things that are easy to carry around.
+ Storytelling -- The gypsy’s storytelling skills are a step beyond those of the rest of his family; he has made a reputation for himself. With Conan, mere words come alive. This also makes him quite the accomplished liar and manipulator, a fact he takes full advantage of.
+ Thievery -- He is excellent at distracting attention and using sleight of hand. Therefore it is no surprise that he is also an accomplished thief.
- Squib -- Conan was born into a magical world, but he himself has no magic. The longer he lives, the more he resents the wonders around him. There is an empty place in his soul.
- Alcoholic -- There is no doubt about it, the Irishman is a drunk. He has quite a capacity for the drink, but after reaching his limit he quite suddenly becomes unconscious.
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Never attended Hogwarts
Job- Thief, pickpocket, storyteller
Employer- Self-employed.
OWLs/NEWTs- N/A
Other:
Skills- He is supreme at sleight of hand and other muggle magician tricks. He can play the gitar and the Irish flute very well. He excels at storytelling and is very popular around Ireland and even some of England.
Goals/Aspirations- Optional
Other Information-
History-
Conan was born in a wagon on the way to the family’s winter home. He is the eldest child, and he has three younger sisters and a brother. Family is very important to the Breandans, and the children were always surrounded by extended family growing up.
Conan was always different, always the odd one out. He at first, didn’t seem any different from any other member of the family. He didn’t understand as he grew older that he should have shown his magic, he always assumed it was an adult thing, a mysterious talent that the adults used to accentuate their already showy lifestyles.
He learned the dances, and he learned the various tricks and talents of the trade. But as his siblings started to move things unaided by hands, or to cause things to grow or change shape, Conan was aware of a growing sense of disappointment from his elders. He had never been extroverted, but he grew quieter, going about his duties sullenly.
As he grew into a sturdy boy of thirteen, he saw his eldest sister decline an invitation to a famous school of magic. He resented her for it, especially as he had received no such invitation. He would have given anything to attend the famed Hogwarts. He would have given anything--but the opportunity was kept from him by an accident of birth. He hated it. Hated being what he was--a freak. A squib.
Conan grew older, drifting farther from his family. They loved him, he hated himself. He struck out on his own at sixteen, knowing the lore and knowing how to survive. He spent the next eight years in a fog of alcohol fumes, in ditches by the wayside, performing in inns and at fairs, never taken seriously for the reputation of an alcoholic thief followed him everywhere.
Age: 32
Birthdate/place: 10-10-1989, Old Obscure Country Road, Ireland
Species: human
Gender: Male
Family: He is halfblood, and a squib.
Appearance:
Build/height- Conan stands at a commanding five foot three inches, and is just barely average in build. One can easily see the more prominent ribs when he is bare-chested.
General Description- Conan is dark and ruddy, both his natural coloring and a symptom of his largely outdoor life. His face is chapped, his hands and feet are calloused. His hair is chopped unevenly and stands around his head like a dark halo. His eyes are nearly the same color, a dark brown that muddles and confuses rather than welcomes. He usually sports a scruffy brown beard and mustache.
He wears several bracelets, two on his right arm and a third on his left wrist. One of the two on the right is a paracord bracelet, the other is a simple knotted leather cord with silver. His left bracelet is more of a wide cuff of leather, held by two buckles. He pierced both ears, currently he is wearing silver studs.
He generally dresses in casual muggle clothing, as if to emphasize as much as possible his difference from the rest of wizarding society. He has several noticeable scars, one of which is a large scar on his left bicep, a remainder from a tumble down a ravine when he was younger.
Possessions- His flute, some basic travel supplies, the tools of his trades. A copy of the collected works of William Shakespeare. All of this fits in his backpack, which has the added benefit of an expansion charm, with many compartments and pockets. He carries a walking stick.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Conan is a generally quiet person, he is not generally outgoing and enthusiastic. When he performs, it is more with a quiet power than flashy attention seeking. His magic tricks and storytelling are compelling and captivating, they pull the audience in, holding their attentions captive. He has never used magic, but wizards and muggles alike believe he does--in actuality very few in the Wizarding world know he is a squib.
His actions are conservative, he never makes a move that isn’t necessary--though they can appear that way. Conan has a dark turn of mind, he is more like to think of the negative or the unpleasant before any other. He is also a pragmatist, he believes in results, not ideals. Ideals are for an ideal world, and his world is not ideal. All that ends well is well, he is not squeamish about taking actions that may not fit the honorable or gentle course of action.
There is a hunger in him, a deep-seated longing for what has been denied him. He resents wizards for their magic, though he has his own type. He is brusque with them, but he likes muggles no better. For a performer, Conan has quite the grudge against the world. He itches to get his hands on magic, real magic. And he will do anything to get it.
He is a happy drunk. He has quite a tolerance for drink, built up over many years. And when he becomes drunk, he doesn’t stumble and fall, or mishandle objects. No, the way to tell this Irishman is drunk is when he suddenly opens up, becomes friendlier and happier. He seems to lose resentments, seems to be friends with everyone.
Alliance- None
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Strengths/Weaknesses-
+ Muggle Magic -- Conan is quite skilled with magic tricks of all types, though he usually only portrays the ordinary, or the smaller types of magic. Things that are easy to carry around.
+ Storytelling -- The gypsy’s storytelling skills are a step beyond those of the rest of his family; he has made a reputation for himself. With Conan, mere words come alive. This also makes him quite the accomplished liar and manipulator, a fact he takes full advantage of.
+ Thievery -- He is excellent at distracting attention and using sleight of hand. Therefore it is no surprise that he is also an accomplished thief.
- Squib -- Conan was born into a magical world, but he himself has no magic. The longer he lives, the more he resents the wonders around him. There is an empty place in his soul.
- Alcoholic -- There is no doubt about it, the Irishman is a drunk. He has quite a capacity for the drink, but after reaching his limit he quite suddenly becomes unconscious.
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Never attended Hogwarts
Job- Thief, pickpocket, storyteller
Employer- Self-employed.
OWLs/NEWTs- N/A
Other:
Skills- He is supreme at sleight of hand and other muggle magician tricks. He can play the gitar and the Irish flute very well. He excels at storytelling and is very popular around Ireland and even some of England.
Goals/Aspirations- Optional
Other Information-
History-
Conan was born in a wagon on the way to the family’s winter home. He is the eldest child, and he has three younger sisters and a brother. Family is very important to the Breandans, and the children were always surrounded by extended family growing up.
Conan was always different, always the odd one out. He at first, didn’t seem any different from any other member of the family. He didn’t understand as he grew older that he should have shown his magic, he always assumed it was an adult thing, a mysterious talent that the adults used to accentuate their already showy lifestyles.
He learned the dances, and he learned the various tricks and talents of the trade. But as his siblings started to move things unaided by hands, or to cause things to grow or change shape, Conan was aware of a growing sense of disappointment from his elders. He had never been extroverted, but he grew quieter, going about his duties sullenly.
As he grew into a sturdy boy of thirteen, he saw his eldest sister decline an invitation to a famous school of magic. He resented her for it, especially as he had received no such invitation. He would have given anything to attend the famed Hogwarts. He would have given anything--but the opportunity was kept from him by an accident of birth. He hated it. Hated being what he was--a freak. A squib.
Conan grew older, drifting farther from his family. They loved him, he hated himself. He struck out on his own at sixteen, knowing the lore and knowing how to survive. He spent the next eight years in a fog of alcohol fumes, in ditches by the wayside, performing in inns and at fairs, never taken seriously for the reputation of an alcoholic thief followed him everywhere.
