Post by Conan Breandan on Jun 10, 2012 23:14:53 GMT -5
Name: Conan
Age: 46
Birthdate/place: 10-10-1989
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Family:
Blood Status: Halfblood/Squib
Family: Maebh Breandan – Sister
Several brothers and sisters, a horde of cousins, aunts and uncles, and his mother. His father has passed away. He also has several illegitimate children, some of which he knows of and others which he is unaware of.
Appearance:
Hair: Silver wings grace the temples of his black hair, giving him a distinctive air. His beard and mustache are always trimmed neatly and still black.
Eyes: Dark brown, Conan’s eyes are usually only welcoming when he’s on stage, and there it is all an act. Usually they are sullen, drunken or surly.
Build/height- Standing at 5’3”, Conan is sturdily built. Though his ribs are still prominent, he has filled out over the years and is broad-shouldered and wirily muscled.
General Description-
Possessions-
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes-
Conan is not always the most pleasant of people. In fact, he is craggy, grouchy and set in his ways. He has had a chip on his shoulder against the whole of the wizarding world for the majority of his life. He resents magic users for their abilities, and is quick to sense an insult or a slight, even if none was meant. He is always on his guard and has often turned to alcohol to solve his problems. He can be termed a recovering alcoholic, for though he still drinks, he has managed to stay away from the bleak hole that drained away ten years of his life.
By nature, Conan prefers to slide to the rear, to disappear and remain anonymous. However, a lifetime of training and performance drives him to stand out, to be flashy and noticed. He hides behind the smiles of performance, masks himself with the sleight of hand that captivates magical audiences, bringing them to believe in a magic that is not real, that is merely a faded copy of their own.
Conan is not merely anger and pent frustration however. In his own caustic way he is loyal, and holds to his own morals. Family is the most powerful thing in the world to this gypsy born to a large family that depended on one another for survival.
+ 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. Because he wants to be, at this point in his life, and because it was necessary, at others.
- 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.
Alliance- Whoever he deems worthy—or in need, of his help.
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Schooling- Homeschooled/School of Hard Knocks/Learning things the hard way
Job- Storyteller/Magician/Musician
Employer- Self-Employed
OWLs/NEWTs- N/A
Other:
Magical Skills- The only ‘magical’ ability Conan has is the art of Storytelling. He is also an accomplished muggle magician.
Patronus- N/A
Wand- He has several ‘wands’ but none of them are true wands. They are merely props in his attempts to appear normal to his audiences. He views the entire rest of the world as his audience.
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.
However, there was one friend who remained to him. It was this friend that dragged him from the ditches and eventually drove him to leave the debilitating drinking behind (partially, he’s too stubborn to give it up entirely) and make a respectable performer of himself.
Conan drifted to Hogsmeade, attracted by word that his sister had settled there. He found it odd, and ended up staying around during the last months of the demon invasion, fighting in the last battle against the Black Watch and Mosrael. Soon afterwards he took the road again.
Since then he has traveled a long path. He hides his past and his future behind a thin veneer of smooth smiles and the faint whiff of alcohol. He is well known for his stories, music and tricks, and finds no hardship in finding a crowd, as in days past.
Still, you’d think he’d be happier.
Age: 46
Birthdate/place: 10-10-1989
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Family:
Blood Status: Halfblood/Squib
Family: Maebh Breandan – Sister
Several brothers and sisters, a horde of cousins, aunts and uncles, and his mother. His father has passed away. He also has several illegitimate children, some of which he knows of and others which he is unaware of.
Appearance:
Hair: Silver wings grace the temples of his black hair, giving him a distinctive air. His beard and mustache are always trimmed neatly and still black.
Eyes: Dark brown, Conan’s eyes are usually only welcoming when he’s on stage, and there it is all an act. Usually they are sullen, drunken or surly.
Build/height- Standing at 5’3”, Conan is sturdily built. Though his ribs are still prominent, he has filled out over the years and is broad-shouldered and wirily muscled.
General Description-
Possessions-
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes-
Conan is not always the most pleasant of people. In fact, he is craggy, grouchy and set in his ways. He has had a chip on his shoulder against the whole of the wizarding world for the majority of his life. He resents magic users for their abilities, and is quick to sense an insult or a slight, even if none was meant. He is always on his guard and has often turned to alcohol to solve his problems. He can be termed a recovering alcoholic, for though he still drinks, he has managed to stay away from the bleak hole that drained away ten years of his life.
By nature, Conan prefers to slide to the rear, to disappear and remain anonymous. However, a lifetime of training and performance drives him to stand out, to be flashy and noticed. He hides behind the smiles of performance, masks himself with the sleight of hand that captivates magical audiences, bringing them to believe in a magic that is not real, that is merely a faded copy of their own.
Conan is not merely anger and pent frustration however. In his own caustic way he is loyal, and holds to his own morals. Family is the most powerful thing in the world to this gypsy born to a large family that depended on one another for survival.
+ 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. Because he wants to be, at this point in his life, and because it was necessary, at others.
- 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.
Alliance- Whoever he deems worthy—or in need, of his help.
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Schooling- Homeschooled/School of Hard Knocks/Learning things the hard way
Job- Storyteller/Magician/Musician
Employer- Self-Employed
OWLs/NEWTs- N/A
Other:
Magical Skills- The only ‘magical’ ability Conan has is the art of Storytelling. He is also an accomplished muggle magician.
Patronus- N/A
Wand- He has several ‘wands’ but none of them are true wands. They are merely props in his attempts to appear normal to his audiences. He views the entire rest of the world as his audience.
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.
However, there was one friend who remained to him. It was this friend that dragged him from the ditches and eventually drove him to leave the debilitating drinking behind (partially, he’s too stubborn to give it up entirely) and make a respectable performer of himself.
Conan drifted to Hogsmeade, attracted by word that his sister had settled there. He found it odd, and ended up staying around during the last months of the demon invasion, fighting in the last battle against the Black Watch and Mosrael. Soon afterwards he took the road again.
Since then he has traveled a long path. He hides his past and his future behind a thin veneer of smooth smiles and the faint whiff of alcohol. He is well known for his stories, music and tricks, and finds no hardship in finding a crowd, as in days past.
Still, you’d think he’d be happier.
