Brendan Cole Beckett
October 7th, 1857
Black Laurel, 9", supple, Dragon Heartstring
Family: Cole Beckett
. Father. Aged 52.
Alethia (Collingwood) Beckett.
Mother. Aged 48.
Younger Brother. Aged 16.
Younger Sister. Aged 20.
- Prosperus Lockhart, brother-in-law
Gilda Alethia Lockhart, niece
Younger Sister. Aged 12.
Brendan stands tall at five foot ten inches in height with broad shoulders and lean torso. He wears comfortable clothes that allows blending in to any other wizard around Diagon Alley. His hair is brown that falls messily around his face. His wand hand is right hand. His eyes are generally the first thing you notice, for they are a piercing blue-gray. He does have circles under his eyes, for the stress behind taking care of two teenaged siblings is wearing him out. He has some scars on his arms and legs from Care of Magical Creatures class, and a burn on his left breastbone from Potions class.
October 7th, 1857 Ã¯Â¿Â½ His birth
April 15th, 1861 Ã¯Â¿Â½ Clarissa's birth
November 9th, 1865 Ã¯Â¿Â½ Cailean's birth
September 1st, 1868 Ã¯Â¿Â½ First day at Hogwarts
May 29th, 1869 Ã¯Â¿Â½ Branwen's birth
September 1st, 1872 Ã¯Â¿Â½ Clarissa's First Year begins
May 1874 Ã¯Â¿Â½ Final Year ends, and receives failing NEWTS except in Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration
September 1st, 1876 Ã¯Â¿Â½ Cailean's First Year
September 9th, 1876 Ã¯Â¿Â½ His mother dies.
1877- Hogsmead Village established, visits siblings with Branwen
September 1st, 1880 Ã¯Â¿Â½ Branwen's First Year begins
October 21st, 1880 Ã¯Â¿Â½ Father dies.
November 5th, 1880 Ã¯Â¿Â½ Buys house with inheritance to house his siblings for safekeeping, and becomes legal guardian.
Brendan likes being straight to the point. He will be short and brief in his speaking to someone who asks him a question, regardless of its importance. He likes being detailed in his explanation, but will do so in the quickest manner.
Who doesn't like a smart-ass? Brendan likes being witty and while honest and succinct in his opinions, he can't help the tones that just accent a person's fault, which are sometimes his own.
He doesn't like showing emotion, and he hasn't found the right girl to make him warm up. He likes looking, touching, and helping women, he certainly is chivalrous, but the right woman needs to allow him to show his softer side, not the firm exterior which everyone feel as they walk by.
He likes things getting done quickly and quietly. When people drag the same subject, or conversation on, he will revert to sarcastic, smart-ass comments to disrupt them and allow either a subject change or a new conversation with someone else. He wants things to be done when he wants them to.
He's a glass half empty kind of person. Everyone will die, he knows this, and he wants others to know it, too. Often pointing out the sadder side of the news recently given, he makes a formidable pest.
He's headstrong but only when he wants something, usually in getting his own way. He is also very opinionated in this sense, but he tries to keep them to himself, but it is difficult. While this has improved since his schooling at Hogwarts, he has clenched fists to keep from mouthing off.
"Marked by or given to using irony in order to mock or convey contempt" is the dictionary definition, and why yes, Brendan does do this a lot. He loves to do it, mostly to mock, but to show contempt is also useful.
Short fuse would be another way to describe Brendan. He does not like it when people try to outwit him. His fuse could go off in one quick remark. Usually this remark is by someone saying something derogatory about his parents, or grandparents.
A Consuming Fire
Mint and Wildflowers
Sample Roleplay Post:
Quote:The small rundown pub, not yet popular during the last few summer gift shopping for most people's summer holidays. At least Brendan didn't have to worry about it Ã¯Â¿Â½ yet. All in all, he hated summer. He hated children. And, he hated thinking about Hogwarts. Why reminisce about terrible experiences? Mocking in his own house for having a pure-blood father and a half-blood mother, who's own mother was a mudblood, immature little brats his housemates were. His own genetics were something that the students shouldn't have commented on. It was his business after all. His business, his parents, his genetics, his life; if he wanted their opinions he would have asked for them. Besides, in school, all Brendan wanted was to do well and possibly go work at the Ministry in Law Enforcement. That all fell through seven years ago at the end of his seventh year. NEWTs just took place, and well, some of the questions had confused him and forced him to guess. Looking back, he wished he could redo it all. Rummaging for odd jobs just wasn't cutting it anymore.
Brendan inhaled deeply at took a swig of his drink. Nothing alcoholic of course, it was too early in the day for that. He ran a finger along his glass before taking the condensation and writing abbreviated names for classes. "DADA, TRANS., POTIONS, CHARMS, ARITHM., ANC. RUNES, DIV." and he stopped. He took another swig as the condensation evaporated into the warmth of the pub. Dropping two galleons for his drink and tip on the counter, he left. He placed his left arm over his eyes as he stepped into the bright sunlight. "This is going to be one grand day," he said with a tone of pure sarcasm. It was warm, and utterly repulsive as people just shuffled by gazing at their summer shopping. Rolling his eyes he walked down, trying to find some quiet shop to get some potion making supplies, or a new book on magical creatures. Oh, there was a thought Ã¯Â¿Â½ go into a care-taking field... oh, wait, nope. He wasn't patient; a character flaw would probably be the best way to describe him. He didn't have kids, not yet. Brendan hadn't even thought of courting someone. Why should he? No one caught his eye. He glanced through a glass window, stopping in the middle of the cobblestone path. "Well then, that has a nice sparkle to it..." his thought tapered off as he slowly walked into the direction of Knockturn Alley.