Post by Jason Brady on Apr 9, 2007 11:00:36 GMT -5
Name: Jason Richard Brady
Nickname: My mates and family call me Jace, and my little sister Caitie calls me JaceFace, but I hate that. Call me that and I’ll break your nose.
Blood: I’m Muggleborn, like my siblings and cousin.
Age: I’m seventeen.
Year: Seventh.
Birthday: My birthday’s the 22nd of May.
Sign: Sign? The frig? I dunno. I think it’s Gemini. Should guys know that kinda thing?
Likes:
Videogames.
Beating my sister against the above. Yeah. Like she really could win against me anyway. The last time it only happened because I got distracted and she cheated when it was supposed to be on pause…
Girls. Yeah.
Getting my own way. Hell, who in their right mind don’t like getting their own way?
Sports, Quidditch in particular. My brothers and I kicked ass at Quidditch at our own school. Jack reckons it ain’t gonna be any different here, but I wouldn’t bet on it.
Ice cream. From anywhere.
Water. I’ve always loved being in the water, when we’re at beaches or in pools. Not too keen on rain, though.
Fighting with my brothers. It ain’t ever serious; it’s just a good way to let of steam and we’re fine with each other afterwards. Not like girls. If you say one thing to a girl that she don’t like she’ll ignore ya for days. It’s annoying.
Drinking. I ain’t an a alcoholic or nothing, but what guy don’t like a drink now and again? I’m on the fence about smoking, though I do have a couple a day.
Girls. Hang on, did I already mention that?
Dislikes:
Little goodie-goodies that turn me in for doing stuff I ain’t.
My aunt and uncle. Who are they to judge the way my ’rents raised me? It ain’t their fault that I am the way I am. I just am.
Cousin Aeryn. I don’t hate her, but she’s a little snob most of the time.
People who bring stuff up from the past to guilt me into doin’ stuff. It’s easy to pretend I ain’t got much of a heart until they start doin’ that.
Girls flipping out on me for saying the tiniest things to them.
Cait calling me JaceFace. She does it in front of everyone, which ain’t just annoying, it’s embarrassing an’ all.
Getting arrested by the Muggle police. They don’t know nothing, so they should just keep their noses out of my business.
When I’m in the sun for too long, there’s no cool drinks and it’s too hot, and there’s no shade at all. I get irritable and upset my sisters, most of the time.
Patronus: My patronus is polar bear.
Boggart: My Uncle Thomas. I know it’s pathetic, but I hate him for the things he said and he’s huge. He scares me a little. Get over it.
Quidditch Team: APPLEBY ARROWS EVERYWHERE, WAVE YO HANDS UP IN THE AIR!
Broomstick: The Nimbus 2005. It’s better than my sisters‘, but my brothers have the same one.
Favourite Food: Ice cream. Mmm.
Least Favourite Food: I don’t really have one that I can think of right now.
Favourite Drink: Does beer qualify?
Favourite Class: DADA, definitely.
Least Favourite Class: History of Magic. JESUS that bores me. To death.
Favourite Colour: Blue.
Pet Name: N/A
Pet Race: N/A
Pet Description: N/A
Biography:
I was born in Ireland (as were my two brother’s and three sisters) and I lived in our house over there for, what? Eleven years? It was then that my mother and father moved us to England. My parents couldn’t be two more different people. My father is a surgeon. Back in Ireland - I was told this by my parents, of course, as I don’t remember much before the age of six - he was the chief of surgery. My mother is an artist, and was barely managing to make ends meet when she met my father. Neither of them have anything resembling a magical bone in their body, and weren’t expecting anything other than normal triplets - as if those triplets could be classed as normal anyway, with magic aside - when they gave birth to me and my siblings, Violetta and Finn.
The next to be born were Jack and Lauren-Kate, a sent of twins that also turned out to be magical. At that moment, though, my parents still didn’t know that there was magic in the family. When Caitie came next, she grew up into a normal Muggle family. It was when Finn and I turned nine that our mom and dad noticed something different about us. We kept doing strange things. The kind of things that normal Muggle people wouldn’t be able to do. Magical things, such as reaching things that our parents had hid from them on top of tall cabinets or closets or flying short distances from trees and buildings. It was so awesome, but it only happened if we were very angry or excited or scared, or feeling some similar strong emotion. Then we got the letter to Durmstrang in advance, and my parents moved us to England because there was better transport to the school there than there was in Ireland.
I weren’t bothered about moving. My siblings and I always fitted in well wherever we went- at least, Violetta, Finn and Jack did. But Caitie… Caitie threw the biggest fit I’d ever seen. I had to rough her up several times to make her shut up. We all moved anyway, and she got over it pretty quickly, it seemed. Ryn visited loads of times, and me and Jack took them out to wild parties loads of nights, whenever the ‘rents weren’t in. But that didn’t last long, because her asshole of a father - who would be Uncle Thomas - found out about it all when we got arrested one night.
He went off on a huge rant about how fucked up I was. Jesus! I’d only been arrested a couple of times and it weren’t like I’d murdered anyone, or anything. I was fifteen, for frick sake! He overreacted hugely. He upset my sisters and he insulted my parents, and I would have done my best to rip him apart if my mother hadn’t kept hold of me. I was fucking livid, and I ain’t kidding when I say this: You don’t wanna see me livid. Not unless you’re alone and have a death wish.
We lost contact with them then, and over the next year, things for us just went down. Violetta ended up pregnant and got rid of it - only my parents, Finn and I knew then and know now - Finn crashed his broom and broke his leg and his arm and I got dumped by various girlfriends so many times I barely ended up giving new ones a chance. It’s bound to end in tears for me, love, so I just don‘t bother with it anymore. I get a girlfriend and I don’t love her (and if I‘m forced to, I keep it under wraps and barely admit it to myself, let alone her), I just like her a lot so that when she leaves - because she always will, in the very end - it doesn’t hurt as much as it should. It’s worked for me splendidly so far; why should I stop it now?
Everyone seemed glad when my parents announced that we were moving to France, even me. It was fucking fantastic. A new scene, hundreds of new girls, a group new friends, but the same loving family. England was fast getting old, and I would be glad to see a different country. It even happened to be a warmed country. What were the chances of that, eh?
Personality:
The first thing I’d have to comment on about me is my temper, I guess, because it’ll probably be the first aspect of my personality that you’ll come across, particularly if you’re a boyfriend of one of my sister’s or you’re short with my family or friends. Yeah, I have no control over my temper when rage sets in. I’d kill someone, which is an damn awful thing to say but a true one. My mind just don’t work when I’m mad. I can’t think rationally and I certainly feel no mercy, whatever the hell that is. If I’m wandless then fair enough, but you better have a decent blocking spell if I’m armed because I know my fair share of painful spells.
Saying that, I’m a pretty decent guy the rest of the time. I make a damn good friend - God, I sound like I’m bragging here - as I’m pretty loyal in that department, but when it come to girlfriends… well. They cheat on me, so I don’t stay faithful to them, either. Deal with it. You a girl? You’d be better as my friend, unless you want a broken heart or an attempt at breaking mine. (Not that you’d be able to break mine, or anything.)
I’ve always been a rebellious kind of guy, ever since I was little. I was always the kid who ripped the pages out of his sisters’ books and knocked over the milk, who tried to bungee jump out of his bedroom window when his parents told him he couldn’t go out to play. Maybe ‘rebellious’ is a bit of an understating word, as I was basically a little terror. The ‘Terrible Twos’ went onto the ‘Terrible Threes, Fours, Fives, Sixes, Sevens and Eights’, until I hit the ‘Terrible Teens’ and started getting arrested. But I wasn’t bothered, and I still ain’t; like I say, I don’t hurt nobody, I don’t kill nobody. I’m just having fun while I’m young, ‘cause God knows I’ll age fast. What’s the point in acting old when you’re far from it?
My family were never the most rich; heck, we were downright poor when Finn, Violetta and I were born. Because of this, I know what it’s like, and most of our family is generous. It never really changed when we started piling in the money, and we’re anything but tight. The Brady’s aren’t the kind of people to hide money away and save it. We aren’t tight, and we like spending our money on things for ourselves and our friends. It’s just the way we are. We’ll give our friends presents on birthdays and Christmas, even if we never get them back. Doormats, you’re thinking, but no. It’s called generosity, and it’s the thought that counts with anything.
Man, I sound like I’ve gone all soppy, but seriously.
I get on well with all of my family - well, you know what I mean, siblings and parents and that shit, not cousins - and we don’t fight all that often. I guess I’m closest to Finn and Jack, being males and all that, but I love my little sister Lauren-Kate (come on, who can’t love Laurie?) and I suppose Caitie’s alright when she’s not calling me JaceFace in public. Me and Violet clash, though. Everyone clashes with Vi, though, I guess… Violent Violet is among one of her nicknames. I’m ashamed to say that, along with Finn, I worry for her. She’s already been down shit creek without a paddle…
We can only hope she learned her lesson.
Physical Appearance:
Unlike my sister Caitie, I look like my father, and so does Finn. Same pale-ish skin, same nose. The only thing I don’t have is his blonde hair, really. My eyes are the same shade of grey-type-colour- the truth is, I’m not quite sure what colour they are. They change, but they’re always light colours, bordering on being colourless. I have dark hair that borders on being wavy or curly, but not quite. It’s basically a mess, but… a nice mess that grows too fast. But isn’t it said that girls love running their fingers threw guys hair? Well, I have enough hair for them to do that, I guess.
Like most of my siblings, I have white, burnable skin that kind of hates the sun. It covers a body that, after a shit load of exercise, I am damn proud of. Muscles, yo. I’m not grossly fit, but… well, I’m fit enough.
That’s me, I guess.
Other: Done! Again! Sort meeeeeeeeee!
Nickname: My mates and family call me Jace, and my little sister Caitie calls me JaceFace, but I hate that. Call me that and I’ll break your nose.
Blood: I’m Muggleborn, like my siblings and cousin.
Age: I’m seventeen.
Year: Seventh.
Birthday: My birthday’s the 22nd of May.
Sign: Sign? The frig? I dunno. I think it’s Gemini. Should guys know that kinda thing?
Likes:
Videogames.
Beating my sister against the above. Yeah. Like she really could win against me anyway. The last time it only happened because I got distracted and she cheated when it was supposed to be on pause…
Girls. Yeah.
Getting my own way. Hell, who in their right mind don’t like getting their own way?
Sports, Quidditch in particular. My brothers and I kicked ass at Quidditch at our own school. Jack reckons it ain’t gonna be any different here, but I wouldn’t bet on it.
Ice cream. From anywhere.
Water. I’ve always loved being in the water, when we’re at beaches or in pools. Not too keen on rain, though.
Fighting with my brothers. It ain’t ever serious; it’s just a good way to let of steam and we’re fine with each other afterwards. Not like girls. If you say one thing to a girl that she don’t like she’ll ignore ya for days. It’s annoying.
Drinking. I ain’t an a alcoholic or nothing, but what guy don’t like a drink now and again? I’m on the fence about smoking, though I do have a couple a day.
Girls. Hang on, did I already mention that?
Dislikes:
Little goodie-goodies that turn me in for doing stuff I ain’t.
My aunt and uncle. Who are they to judge the way my ’rents raised me? It ain’t their fault that I am the way I am. I just am.
Cousin Aeryn. I don’t hate her, but she’s a little snob most of the time.
People who bring stuff up from the past to guilt me into doin’ stuff. It’s easy to pretend I ain’t got much of a heart until they start doin’ that.
Girls flipping out on me for saying the tiniest things to them.
Cait calling me JaceFace. She does it in front of everyone, which ain’t just annoying, it’s embarrassing an’ all.
Getting arrested by the Muggle police. They don’t know nothing, so they should just keep their noses out of my business.
When I’m in the sun for too long, there’s no cool drinks and it’s too hot, and there’s no shade at all. I get irritable and upset my sisters, most of the time.
Patronus: My patronus is polar bear.
Boggart: My Uncle Thomas. I know it’s pathetic, but I hate him for the things he said and he’s huge. He scares me a little. Get over it.
Quidditch Team: APPLEBY ARROWS EVERYWHERE, WAVE YO HANDS UP IN THE AIR!
Broomstick: The Nimbus 2005. It’s better than my sisters‘, but my brothers have the same one.
Favourite Food: Ice cream. Mmm.
Least Favourite Food: I don’t really have one that I can think of right now.
Favourite Drink: Does beer qualify?
Favourite Class: DADA, definitely.
Least Favourite Class: History of Magic. JESUS that bores me. To death.
Favourite Colour: Blue.
Pet Name: N/A
Pet Race: N/A
Pet Description: N/A
Biography:
I was born in Ireland (as were my two brother’s and three sisters) and I lived in our house over there for, what? Eleven years? It was then that my mother and father moved us to England. My parents couldn’t be two more different people. My father is a surgeon. Back in Ireland - I was told this by my parents, of course, as I don’t remember much before the age of six - he was the chief of surgery. My mother is an artist, and was barely managing to make ends meet when she met my father. Neither of them have anything resembling a magical bone in their body, and weren’t expecting anything other than normal triplets - as if those triplets could be classed as normal anyway, with magic aside - when they gave birth to me and my siblings, Violetta and Finn.
The next to be born were Jack and Lauren-Kate, a sent of twins that also turned out to be magical. At that moment, though, my parents still didn’t know that there was magic in the family. When Caitie came next, she grew up into a normal Muggle family. It was when Finn and I turned nine that our mom and dad noticed something different about us. We kept doing strange things. The kind of things that normal Muggle people wouldn’t be able to do. Magical things, such as reaching things that our parents had hid from them on top of tall cabinets or closets or flying short distances from trees and buildings. It was so awesome, but it only happened if we were very angry or excited or scared, or feeling some similar strong emotion. Then we got the letter to Durmstrang in advance, and my parents moved us to England because there was better transport to the school there than there was in Ireland.
I weren’t bothered about moving. My siblings and I always fitted in well wherever we went- at least, Violetta, Finn and Jack did. But Caitie… Caitie threw the biggest fit I’d ever seen. I had to rough her up several times to make her shut up. We all moved anyway, and she got over it pretty quickly, it seemed. Ryn visited loads of times, and me and Jack took them out to wild parties loads of nights, whenever the ‘rents weren’t in. But that didn’t last long, because her asshole of a father - who would be Uncle Thomas - found out about it all when we got arrested one night.
He went off on a huge rant about how fucked up I was. Jesus! I’d only been arrested a couple of times and it weren’t like I’d murdered anyone, or anything. I was fifteen, for frick sake! He overreacted hugely. He upset my sisters and he insulted my parents, and I would have done my best to rip him apart if my mother hadn’t kept hold of me. I was fucking livid, and I ain’t kidding when I say this: You don’t wanna see me livid. Not unless you’re alone and have a death wish.
We lost contact with them then, and over the next year, things for us just went down. Violetta ended up pregnant and got rid of it - only my parents, Finn and I knew then and know now - Finn crashed his broom and broke his leg and his arm and I got dumped by various girlfriends so many times I barely ended up giving new ones a chance. It’s bound to end in tears for me, love, so I just don‘t bother with it anymore. I get a girlfriend and I don’t love her (and if I‘m forced to, I keep it under wraps and barely admit it to myself, let alone her), I just like her a lot so that when she leaves - because she always will, in the very end - it doesn’t hurt as much as it should. It’s worked for me splendidly so far; why should I stop it now?
Everyone seemed glad when my parents announced that we were moving to France, even me. It was fucking fantastic. A new scene, hundreds of new girls, a group new friends, but the same loving family. England was fast getting old, and I would be glad to see a different country. It even happened to be a warmed country. What were the chances of that, eh?
Personality:
The first thing I’d have to comment on about me is my temper, I guess, because it’ll probably be the first aspect of my personality that you’ll come across, particularly if you’re a boyfriend of one of my sister’s or you’re short with my family or friends. Yeah, I have no control over my temper when rage sets in. I’d kill someone, which is an damn awful thing to say but a true one. My mind just don’t work when I’m mad. I can’t think rationally and I certainly feel no mercy, whatever the hell that is. If I’m wandless then fair enough, but you better have a decent blocking spell if I’m armed because I know my fair share of painful spells.
Saying that, I’m a pretty decent guy the rest of the time. I make a damn good friend - God, I sound like I’m bragging here - as I’m pretty loyal in that department, but when it come to girlfriends… well. They cheat on me, so I don’t stay faithful to them, either. Deal with it. You a girl? You’d be better as my friend, unless you want a broken heart or an attempt at breaking mine. (Not that you’d be able to break mine, or anything.)
I’ve always been a rebellious kind of guy, ever since I was little. I was always the kid who ripped the pages out of his sisters’ books and knocked over the milk, who tried to bungee jump out of his bedroom window when his parents told him he couldn’t go out to play. Maybe ‘rebellious’ is a bit of an understating word, as I was basically a little terror. The ‘Terrible Twos’ went onto the ‘Terrible Threes, Fours, Fives, Sixes, Sevens and Eights’, until I hit the ‘Terrible Teens’ and started getting arrested. But I wasn’t bothered, and I still ain’t; like I say, I don’t hurt nobody, I don’t kill nobody. I’m just having fun while I’m young, ‘cause God knows I’ll age fast. What’s the point in acting old when you’re far from it?
My family were never the most rich; heck, we were downright poor when Finn, Violetta and I were born. Because of this, I know what it’s like, and most of our family is generous. It never really changed when we started piling in the money, and we’re anything but tight. The Brady’s aren’t the kind of people to hide money away and save it. We aren’t tight, and we like spending our money on things for ourselves and our friends. It’s just the way we are. We’ll give our friends presents on birthdays and Christmas, even if we never get them back. Doormats, you’re thinking, but no. It’s called generosity, and it’s the thought that counts with anything.
Man, I sound like I’ve gone all soppy, but seriously.
I get on well with all of my family - well, you know what I mean, siblings and parents and that shit, not cousins - and we don’t fight all that often. I guess I’m closest to Finn and Jack, being males and all that, but I love my little sister Lauren-Kate (come on, who can’t love Laurie?) and I suppose Caitie’s alright when she’s not calling me JaceFace in public. Me and Violet clash, though. Everyone clashes with Vi, though, I guess… Violent Violet is among one of her nicknames. I’m ashamed to say that, along with Finn, I worry for her. She’s already been down shit creek without a paddle…
We can only hope she learned her lesson.
Physical Appearance:
Unlike my sister Caitie, I look like my father, and so does Finn. Same pale-ish skin, same nose. The only thing I don’t have is his blonde hair, really. My eyes are the same shade of grey-type-colour- the truth is, I’m not quite sure what colour they are. They change, but they’re always light colours, bordering on being colourless. I have dark hair that borders on being wavy or curly, but not quite. It’s basically a mess, but… a nice mess that grows too fast. But isn’t it said that girls love running their fingers threw guys hair? Well, I have enough hair for them to do that, I guess.
Like most of my siblings, I have white, burnable skin that kind of hates the sun. It covers a body that, after a shit load of exercise, I am damn proud of. Muscles, yo. I’m not grossly fit, but… well, I’m fit enough.
That’s me, I guess.
Other: Done! Again! Sort meeeeeeeeee!