Belden, Ethan

Ministry of Magic Obliviator

Past SS MoM Character

Full name: Ethan Frederick Belden
Age: 33
DOB: April 1st, 2040
POB: Cornwall, England
Wand: Birch, dragon heartstring, eleven and one-quarter inches long. Rather sturdy.
Former house: Slytherin

Hair colour: Slightly wavy, brown hair, that he carefully arranges into a casual disarray every single morning.
Eye colour: Honey coloured eyes, that tend to twinkle when in a good mood--which is almost all the time.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 187 lbs
Build: Slender and lean

Personality: He's got a likable personality, though he knows too much and is quite smug about his level of knowledge. Good liar, and smooth talker around women, Ethan is the type that never has any kind of trouble with the females, even though he's not particularly fond of commitment--more like opposite, actually, which explains why he remains single.

Introspective and curious, he doesn't try to be anything, and his jokes just happen to be funny even when he's not trying. He's the classic underdog with good manners, a die-hard romantic, and more of a lover than a fighter. Though he would never admit it, Belden has a sensitive and sympathetic side. Usually he just walks around, assumes everything, and scares you with how much he tunes into your personality and feelings.

Ethan is an analytical being, and a best choice to come to when you want to solve a problem. But, don't think he does everything for free; once he made you a favour, he's not bound to forget about it. If you get on his bad side, he will not spare your feelings, and is brutally honest about everything.

Often, he surprises people with being totally unpredictable. He likes his sleep and can be ocassionally lazy during the day.

Background: His parents were about the two biggest opposites that there had ever lived, so the young couple bliss lasted until Ethan was four years old. The opposites that once attracted, repelled each other and Elladora (Witch) and Charles (Muggle) split messily a few months after Ethan's fifth birthday. His mom tied their lives (Ethan's and hers) together as best as she could, got a fair job at muggle internet company, and never remarried.

Belden spent a life of getting shuffled to and from his grandparents, who were both great intellects and had high hopes for his mother. When she chose the road of motherhood, their expectations gravitated to Ethan, and a day didn't go by that he wasn't taught something. Belden developed a close relationship with his grandfather, who was a soothing from his over-eager grandmother. Between the two, he had had a happy childhood.

He was sorted into Slytherin, surprisingly enough instead of Ravenclaw, where most of his family (from his mother's side) attended. Ethan's best guess was that he wasn't particularly apt at magic, though he knew the text right and left. He wasn't a courageous enough Gryffindor, but he was guile enough to do anything to obtain what he wanted--which is exactly why Slytherin suited him perfectly.

After finishing his Hogwarts education with fairly good marks (8 OWLs, 6 NEWTs), Ethan joined the three year long Auror training at the Australian Ministry of Magic. Once done with the training, Belden joined the Ministry of that country and would have stayed there for good, had it not been for a little incident he had during a mission, with fellow Auror (and Ethan's frenemy), Amber Thatcher.

Ethan is currently working at the British Ministry of Magic in the Accidents & Catastrophes department, as an obliviator.

Bellamy, Ivy

Night and Day Collide

Full name: Ivy Grace Bellamy

Gender: All girl

Grade: Sophomore

Age : 16

Date of Birth:  December 7th, 1994

Build: Long, and slender but athletic.

Height: 1.68

Weight: 123 pounds

Hair: Black, long and cut in layers

Eyes: Midnight blue

General Appearance: There’s always That Girl who always looks absolutely put-together: her hair is flawless, her outfits are cute and sensible, her make-up is never flashy or trashy. That Girl, the epitome of flawless. That Girl is not Ivy Grace Bellamy. That is not to say that Ivy is always looking as though she's gone to hell and beyond and barely made it out alive; no, she just simply gets bored of the same thing over and over again.

Taking after her welsh mother (or so her adoptive mother says), Ivy's hair is black, a bit on the wavy side, and cut in layers. Her eyes are very blue, and slightly tilted, framed by thick, but not particularly long lashes. Rosy, her lips are bow shaped, and often coated in lip gloss or cherry-flavored chapstick. Ivy is unarguably pretty, and has a tilt of her shoulders like she knows it.

Ivy's style changes with her mood. While one day she may spot her wearing a cute summer dress, demure make up, flat shoes and a bow on her head, the next day she might be caught wearing shorts, black tights, boots and a a shirt that may border the line of inappropriate.

Athletic, her body is stripped off most fat due to the sports she practices. Ivy considers her legs her best attribute, which she is quick to point out after a drink or two, and wouldn't you like to touch them? She'd drag your hand and force you to do it, too. Aware that her eyes capture people's attention often as well, Ivy coat her lashes and lids with Chanel waterproof mascara and Sephora liquid eyeliner. They don’t flake, they don’t smudge.


Personality:

adj romantic (r-mntk)
Given to thoughts or feelings of romance

adj eloquent [ĕl'ə-kwənt]
Vividly or movingly expressive

adj fickle [ˈfikl]
always changing (one's mind, likes and dislikes etc) I think that they are fickle.
n fickleness

There is a girl sitting on the curb when I emerge from the music store, and I swear under my breath, mentally blaming Frank for yet another damn thing. In my fairly foul mood, I do not plan to give her a second thought but she is sitting two inches from my car. Even with her back to me, everything about her groans boredom. I put my viola in the back seat, with as much noise and scuffling that I can manage, even throwing out a swear word or two in the process. I even yell at Frank on the phone when he calls me again, in hopes to make it clear to him that I now hate him, and to the girl, that she needs to move. But by the time I come out she is still there, giving the appearance of not wishing to move anytime soon.

I really do hate Frank.

I come around the car and stand in front of her. She is still sitting motionless, chin tilt up, her eyes closed against the afternoon sun, pretending not to notice that I am standing right in front of her. Maybe she is from one of my classes and I'm supposed to recognize her. I figure that if she is a student, what with her too short shorts, she is not within the dress code. Her strawberry-colored hair is curly and cut in layers, and I instantly peg her for a witch; she certainly is pretty enough to be one--almost revoltingly so.

I am stuck with a fellow trouble-maker that could skin me alive for Samhain, and I'm away from the school. Lovely."M'dear," I force out the words, making a point to sound cordial but firm. My mouth fixed itself, by curling onto a polite smile. "Your rear is blocking my bumper. Do you think you might move your loitering five feet to the south and let me leave?" When her eyes finally flicker open, it feels like I'm drowning in icy water. Or worse--like my hear has decided to stop beating.

The phrase 'and my heart skipped a beat' has never made more sense to me that it does now--and yet, it's not fitting enough. It is more like your heart ponders about stopping; and for the second that it does, there is certain kind of hollowness that is sweet and bitter and exhilarating. Your heart stutters as it makes its mind, and when it comes back, it returns in full-force, hand in hand with a full body flush, that would tempt the tamest of the vampires.

This is how I feel when I see her. This is how I would feel when our skins meet, and when her fingers graze the skin of my upper arm, they would leave behind invisible promises that feel like Forever.

***
I hate her

It's been too weeks, and I am finding myself missing Frank. 
I hate that cocky walk. I hate that stupid smirk. I hate the way she eats his words when he talks. I hate how her incisors are longer than they should be, like a vampire's--and before I forget, I hate her vampire friends. I hate her curly ginger hair, and how it tickles my face whenever she leans in to kiss me. And while we are at it, I hate her chapped, rosy and full mouth. I hate how she hums for everything. I hate those emerald eyes. I hate those lush eyebrows and the way they arch when judging me. I hate how perfect she is--it's abnormal.

At least when I was with Frank, I did not feel like a sack of potatoes.

History: Hailing from the Mythology-filled Wales, everything in Ivy's family revolves around the number 7. When she was 7 months old, she was left at the doorstep of her town's very own Boo Radley's, who happened to lived in the seventh house, of the seventh street. Seven days later, she received the name of Ivy Grace Bellamy, by her now adopting parents, a couple of renegade witches. She was, too, the seventh children of the couple, and the seventh one in the family to receive the name of 'Ivy.'

Growing up in a household of Night Worlders was no easy fit, and it took Ivy seven years to realize that while her parents, siblings and family friends were witches, she was nothing more than just another human. Seven months later, it struck Ivy that no matter what she did, she'd never stand out between her siblings. It was then, that Ivy Grace started to zoom out during conversations when she felt left out, and retrieved to her little own world. Following her mother's advice, she picked up a few musical instruments (Viola, Piano and Pipes), and surrounded herself with music while all her siblings were busy creating potions, and torturing a few humans with charmed and potentially dangerous artifacts.

By the age of thirteen, Ivy Grace began to act out in school; she'd steal potions from her siblings and have her classmates drink it, she'd disappear for a few days and not return until a few days later, strongly smelling of pot and alcohol, among several other activities that scandalized her parents. Deciding that, perhaps, she was in need to be surrounded by people like her, humans in the know, they shipped her off to America, to the Boarding School led by Daybreakers.

Brandywine, Barron

Tutshill Tornadoes Keeper

HNC Character

Full name: Barron Benjamin Brandywine

Nickname/Alias: Alien Life form // Mother’s Slip-Up // Bastard Child (all dubbed by Boule)
Age: 19
DOB: April 10th, 2054
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 124 lbs
Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Eye Color: Hazel
Wand: A pretty simple madrona wand with a combination of hippogriff and fwopper feathers as core, to provide stability. Ten inches long. 
Education: Birdscar School of Wizardry and Alchemy (2066 - 2071)
Other Defining Features: piercings on both earlobes courtesy of his brother, Boulevard.

Personality: As middle brother it is his duty to keep the normalcy, perhaps a little too well. He doesn’t possess much of a backbone or a strong will which lands him a lot as the butt of his brothers’ jokes. However, when Baston and Boulevard find themselves in need of saving it is Barron who comes to the rescue time and time again. He’s also the only one who has any sense of monetary savings. Barron dreams of one day purchasing a farm where he’ll harvest cucumbers and eggplants, his favorite vegetables. Physical confrontation makes him worry so he would much rather apologize even if he wasn’t in the wrong to avoid all conflict. Forced to join the team by his Captain brother, he became the school's Quidditch team keeper. Barron spent his time trying NOT to see the flying quaffle as a talkative girl’s head flying right at him.

Likes: Eggplants, Cucumbers, Rice, Animals, Muggle Television, Quidditch and brown eyes.

Dislikes: Grapes, coffee, touchy girls

Allergies: Boulevard?

Pets: A Jarvey named Dinker.

History (for the three durr): American Muggles Mr. and Mrs. Brandywine had trouble conceiving children for three years. Finally after saving up enough money for the fertility treatment, they visited the doctor’s office in hopes of being parents. What they didn’t expect were three of the four eggs implanted in her uterus to have fertilized. It was this way that the triplets began inside their Mother’s womb. Rumor has it that even since then Boulevard was the smartest of the three (but the smallest) often kicking his siblings and trying to sneak underneath their Mother’s ribs causing her a lot of discomfort. The family lived in New Jersey, when Mr. Brandywine moved to England to live with his sick Mother. Mrs. Brandywine and the children stayed behind with plans to moving to England once the children were a bit older.

It was in their 11th birthday at a Chuck E Cheese, when Boulevard created a multi-colored giant viper made from the balls at the ball pit to terrorize Barron (who immediately began to hover and suffer from an asthma attack while Baston clung to his ankle) that Mr. and Mrs. Brandywine realized there was something wrong with their three sons.

It was Mrs. Brandywine’s clue to move the boys to England. Just when they were about to hop on the plane  they were bombarded by irate owls and letters from some Special School. Left without a choice (and dumbfounded), Mr. and Mrs. Brandywine allowed their sons to attend to Birdscar School of Wizardry and Alchemy as Boulevard just wouldn’t shut up about it. 

And the rest, my friends, is a complicated mess of explosions, conspiracy theories, and hazardous incantations.

Extras: Barron was very recently scouted by the Tutshill Tornadoes. He plays the position of keeper.

Bostwick, Fiorella

WADA member 

Private Ballet Instructor

HNC Character

Full Name: Fiorella Camilla Bostiwck.
Nicknames: Daddy calls her Cammykins. But you may call her Ella.
Age: 25
Date of birth: July 1, 2048
Gender: Human
Education: Hogwarts - Ravenclaw (2059 - 2065)
Wand: 9" Oak, and centaur mane. Whippy.
Heritage: Muggleborn

Height: 5'3"
Build: Fiorella is 5'6, with a lean, almost thin figure. Her skin is rather pale, whether from lack of sunlight or inheritance still remains to be seen. Her brown, hair hangs mid-back like a sleek cascade of chocolate.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue

Personality: She is a very independent person who is proud in the fact that she can take care of herself, and don't care what people think about her. Not being the kind of person that is into arguing/fighting, she prefers being the bigger person and walk away. That's of course, after tell the person one thing or two in the most polite way you can imagine. Obviously for her, manners always come first, no matter how ignorant and annoying the other person can be.

When she is stressed out, she often resorts to compulsive baking, which leaves her smelling like sweet cake batter. Very outgoing, she's far from being shy and a wallflower. She does have a very competitive side to her and she loves winning and being the best at whatever she does.

History: Fiorella Camila Bostwick was born to Leon and Charlotte Bostwick on July the second in her mother's birthplace; Rome, Italy. She can't honestly recall living there since she was only two when the moved, because both of her parents parents accepted better job offers. Since both jobs were located around and in the area of London, the family quickly packed their things and moved. Ending that way. the first chapter of her life.

During the next few years, her parents love for one another crumbled and then disintegrated. Two months after having turned seven, her parents both despised one another and couldn't stand to be in the same room as each other. Only two weeks later, her mother filed for divorce. And so began a very miserable part of Fiorella's life. For the next two and a half years, Fiorella was forced into a terrible divorce battle that seemed to never end.

During those two years, she had to endure a horrible long custody battle, that ended with a new custody agreement; Fiorella was going to live with each parent every other month.

For the next few years, her life was filled with nothing but different time zones and flights. Even with the overly busy schedule, she managed to do well in both schools she attend. Through out everything she was still left alone, since her parents' careers were always the main priority.

Just a month after her eleventh birthday something unexplainable and strange happened; Fiorella received an acceptance letter to a school that she had never heard of before and a letter explaining that she was a witch. Surprisingly, her mother called her father and they had a conversation about what they should do with something like this. In the end, both of them agree that it would be for the best to let her attend to Hogwarts.

And so the third chapter of her life begun.

After striking friendship with Marshall Howe and Edwin Arkwright, Fiorella's Hogwarts education was a fairly normal one. With fairly decent good marks she graduated, and joined WADA, and teaches private lessons of ballet to young witches over the weekend.  

Brown, Brighton

It's a Cataclysm Character

Full name: Birghton Howard Brown III

Nicknames/Aliases: Bright

Age: 18

Date of Birth: September 18, 1992

Gender: Male

Education: Bay Grove High School

Eyes: Brown, but with a few specks of emerald green here and there, so it could be refer to as hazel.

Hair: A sometimes untamed, thick, and curly mop of brown hair, that may or may not have a few golden highlights scattered all over it.

Height: Five feet, eleven inches tall

Build: Broad shoulders, and muscular arms are the result of lifting weights, which as a football player, her pretty much has to.

General appearance: Brighton Howard Brown III is known for his little sideways smirk that makes the general public either want to punch him in the face, or worship him. His facial expression is usually smug and knowing one, though it could appear as stoic around strangers. Brighton does not appreciate talking feelings, or explaining how he truly feels like to most people, and as such, his words and expression very rarely betray him by showing how he really feels. His emotions and thoughts are his, after all, and not yours, so he kindly thanks you to mind your own business and get the fuck out of his eyesight.

Due to his round and somewhat boyish, handsome face, when distracted, Brighton appears innocent, easy-going and naive, though he is anything but. The very faint but definitely there freckles that can only be seen when up close only intensify this look. Brighton hates them, but there's nothing he can do about it, especially during the summer when they tend to pop out more for whatever reason. His face is fair for the most part, but always holds certain traces of a seemingly everlasting summer tan. On his chin there is small, and almost faint scar that he acquired during kindergarten, after falling down of the monkey bars.

His clothing is, for quarterback and male teenager, rarely inmaculate, and you will never find a speck of dust, dirt or stain of sort on them. His shoes are always clean, and has a very casual, but as pointed out above, a not at all messy style. Though he does not mind to dress up (actually, he enjoys it) with the suit, tie, and all that jazz, Bright tends to favourize jeans, plaid t-shirts, and the occasional hoodie. In short, he has somewhat urban-chic style going on to him, and a passionate hate for crocs. Erase them, burn them, throw them away, burry them - just take them off his sight.

Personality: Showered with attention from very young age to the point that it was (not literally, though some people might wish now that it had) drowning him, Brighton, or Bright as his friends refer to him, was quick to develop a rather vast superiority complex, balanced with the occasional dry and witty remarks, as well as a trademark arrogant sneer especially reserved for those he considers inferior.

Manners are something Brighton does not lack, but tact, at times, tends to avoid him on epically and drastic proportions, which is exactly the source of his perpetual riffs with strangers, acquaintances and even, on an occasion, his own friends. A self-centered jerk he might be, but by no means is Bright the stereotypical jock with no brains; on the contrary, it is his wit and quick-thinking that allows him to own a silver tongue that can literally pull him out of any sticky situations, and that also allows him to be the manipulative being that he can sometimes be.

Though he’s been dating Maize for three years, Bright is an expert on not getting emotionally attached. Needless to say, the only feeling he might have for his current girlfriend might be the one has for a friend (albeit a very good looking one), and nothing else. He sees being on a relationship with Maize not only a duty, but a necessity, too, in order to … ah, cover all his bases, and whatnot. Is he faithful? No, definitely not. More than once has Bright found himself entangled with someone that isn’t his girlfriend, and thankfully, sweet Felicity is too naive to see what’s right in front of her.

What? You thought that because he’s secretly bisexual, he won’t have a girlfriend or stop himself from sleeping around with other girls? We laugh at your ingenuity. He might have a an inclination for the ones of his own sex, but in Bright’s opinion, this is not a permanent thing. He will be completely straight even if it kills him.

Never mind that he’s been lusting after Daniels for the last two months, or that he had a run in with said theater boy that might or might have not involved a bit of tongue action from both sides. That is irrelevant, and it must never be mentioned.

History: Brighton Howard Brown III is the son of Brighton Howard Brown II, county judge, and of Christine Fairchild-Brown, a stay-at-home mother. The youngest of three, it is safe to assume that Bright was spoiled and showered with more attention than he, or anyone in this world deserves. There lies, of course the reason of the existence of his self-entitled and occasionally rude self.

Brighton has never known as of yet the meaning of the word 'No.' As far as Brighton knows, the only person in his life that only says No to him is himself, and no one else. From young age, he's gotten what he wanted, exactly when he wanted it, and never had to wait on anyone because everyone else just marched to Brighton's own beat. His dad, after all, always told him (and still does) that as a member of one of the oldest families in Bay Grove he, as the only male he fathered, has a reputation and a family name to keep.

Unfortunately for Mr. Brown and Brighton himself he is always fucking up by either partying too much, growing too drunk or getting high once in a while. That is not a problem, however and never has been because he is Brighton Brown and somehow always manages to walk away free without looking like the villain. It's just the way it's always been, and while Brighton often complains about a lot of things, he is secretly thankful for his social status. Social status is earned, though, and just like it is earned, it can also be lost-- which is why that after what happened with Daniels, Brighton made sure to keep away from the thespian boy and work on getting everything back to normal--- or rather, to get himself back to normal.

Thankfully, he has taken care of it (or so he likes to believe) and he’s been a pretty happy kid, with life working out fantastically alright for him. For the most part. Quarterback, inmensely popular and, on top of that, with a knock-you-off-your-feet-drop-dead-gorgeous-girlfriend? He has everything and more, and does not wish for anything else. Supposedly.

Likes: Boys Girls, sleeping in, football, his nintendo DS, 50's Themed Dances, Costume parties, parties in general, long legs, movies, drinking, and getting high in an occasion or two.

Dislikes: School plays, the color pink, anniversary dates (though he celebrates them to keep Felicity happy), chocolate, and uptight chicks with an OCD of organization.

Family: 

-Brighton Brown II [Dad]

-Christine Bailey - Brown [Mom]

-Barbara Brown [Sister]

-Rosemarie Brown [Sister]

Pets: Two german shepards, Trevor and Grover, that he's forced to drive every single day. Fuck his life. 

Extras: Get  life, stop asking about me, etc. 

Brown, Rosemarie

It's a Cataclysm Character 

Full name: Rosemarie Eileen Brown

Nicknames/Aliases: Rose, Rosie, Rosebud

Age: 21

Date of Birth: October 7, 1989

Gender: Female

Education: Bay Grove High School (2004 – 2007), currently a Silver City University Student

Eyes: Blue, and slightly tilted

Hair: Dark brown, reaches to the middle of her back. Wavy, though Rosie straightens it more often than not.

Height: 5’7

Build: Slim, and somewhat curvy.

Appearance: Rosemarie’s the only one of her siblings that did not inherit the typical brown hair and hazel eyes that are a trademark in the Brown family. Taking after her mother, Rose’s hair is nearly black, a bit on the wavy side, and cut in layers. Her eyes are very blue, and slightly tilted, framed by thick, but not particularly long lashes.  Rosy, her lips are bow shaped, which is alright for her because bow shaped lips are said to belong to the best kissers, and darn right she is one. Rosie is unarguably a beauty, and has a tilt of her shoulders like she knows it.

Her sense of style isn’t all that unique, for fashion has never been something she’s been into. She prefers dark jeans and sandals with body-hugging shirts, though she me be caught wearing a skirt or a simple LBD in an occasion or two. You may never, however, catch her wearing heels; she is surprisingly not graceful, and heels tend to be hazardous on her.

Personality - Background: As opposed to her siblings, Rosemarie isn’t really an overachiever. Where Barbara had her good grades and valedictorian thing under her belt since the second she started High School, and Brighton his equally good marks and football stuff, Rosie had her art, and just OKAY grades.

As a stereotypical Brown Rosie was a bit spoiled when young, though not nearly as her younger brother did; she has a very faint sense of self-entitlement, and a mischievous streak that got her in trouble more than a handful times during High School. She’s easy going, though, and rather outgoing if not a little bit possessive.

Family: Brighton Brown II (father), Christine Brown (mother), Barbara Brown and Brighton Brown III (siblings).

Pets: The family German Shepards, Trevor and Grover. Other than that, no.

Extra notes: 

-She attends Silver City University, with her major being Liberal Arts.

-Rosemarie wound pregnant during her sophomore year in High School. Given that the Brown’s are one of the founding families, her parents did not think it suitable that she should keep it, lest let people have a field day with it. As such, her parents “took care of it.” This is not something Rosemarie openly talks about, and will always be her biggest “What if.”

Carver, Elliot

It's a Cataclysm Character

Full name: Elliot Michael Carver

Nicknames/Aliases: Oh, he has plenty. Elliot just isn’t aware of any of them.

Age: 25

Date of Birth: June 13, 1985

Gender: Male

Education: Graduated from both High School and University

Occupation: Civil Engineer, legal guardian of two of his three siblings

Appearance: Hovering in between 5’10” and 6”, Elliot isn’t the muscular type of guy. He runs every morning, so it’s safe to say he’s in shape, but the last time he lifted weights was back on his senior year in High School when he was part of the swimming team. As expected, his shoulders are quite broad, and are the place where his sometimes shaggy brown hair rests on. Elliot has pale brown eyes, and angular features that usually sport a blush of sorts.

Personality – Background: Elliot is the older of the Carver children, and the legal guardian of two of his three siblings. Socially awkward doesn’t necessarily describe him properly, though he may be referred to as such. He’s more like a shy, and sort of a wallflower. As is only to be expected, Elliot isn’t a man of many words, and prefers to remain quiet the seventy percent of the time, and nod along to what everyone says. He’s kind, friendly if not a bit guarded, and well mannered.

Unfortunately his parents passed away when he was only 22, and was forced to transfer from his University to one close to home, and take care of his siblings. Elliot, at the sight of the new and big responsibility laid out for him, seemingly grew up too quickly in a short time, and withdrew himself from everyone for some time.

Family:

-Emma [sister, 19]

-Ezra [brother, 16]

-Eleanor [sister, 10]

-Julia [fiancé, 24]

Extra notes:

-Elliot has been engaged for a couple of years, but is secretly not sure about his wife-to-be.

-He sometimes resents his parents for dying, and leaving him in charge of everything at such a young age.