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General Information
Character Name:
Brooks Garren
Age:
15
Date of Birth:
11 Nov 1906
Blood Status:
Halfblood
Residence:
Ireland with his Grandparents
Family:
Mom: Elizabeth Kelly (O'Cléirigh/O'Cleary) Garren
DOB: 28 Dec 1887
*Emigrated to US a 17, to find Liam. (1904)
*Stay at home mom
*Helps Liam brew alcohol
Dad: Liam Dowe Garren
DOB: 14 Aug 1885
DOD: 03 Jan 1922
*Emigrated to the US at 15 (1900)
*Pub owner, well-connected in Boston’s Irish community (The Emerald Eye)
*Taught Brooks practical survival skills early (fighting, loyalty, community)
Sister: Kinley Nylah Garren
DOB: 01 June 1922
Dad was an immigrant to America, moving when he was 15. His parents are Irish/Gaelic. Muggleborn.
Mom’s family disapproved of the relationship, but wanted Elizabeth to come home. She didn’t like the strict, pureblood lifestyle, fleeing to America.
Elizabeth was born and raised in Ireland. Pureblood Irish family who owns a well known Irish Firewhisky brand. Fell in love with Liam at a young age. Her parents forbid the relationship, but when she came of age she left for America and reunited with Liam. They lived a modest, middle class life in the country outside of Boston. Mom stayed home and “kept house” as well as helping Liam brew liquor for his pub. Dad owned a pub, well known in the Irish community, called The Emerald Eye. Locals call it “The Eye”
Personality & House Preference
Personality:
*Excelles in Potions, Charms, and practical spellwork
*Near perfect photographic memory
*Reads at advanced level
*High marks on tests, rarely does homework
*Distrustful of authority but respectful of competence
*Known for stepping in when someone’s being bullied
*Sharp witted, confrontational when pushed
*Deeply loyal to family and a few chosen people
*Zero patience for blood purism
*Carries grief for his father like a live wire
*Violence as a last resort, but he knows how to finish it
*Looks calm. Is not calm. Will remember everything.
History:
Brooks, or Rook, has a brilliant mind. He reads at an advanced level, excels in Potions and Charms, with very little effort. While others had to study to receive top marks, Rook could read a chapter in minutes and remember everything. Doing homework wasn’t needed, and usually wasn’t bothered with, and still he would ace every test. Much to the dismay of his teachers.
Throughout his schooling, his teachers had no idea what to do with him. His attitude and behaviour did not match his test scores, not realizing that he was bored out of his mind. His mother saw this, realized what was happening and pulled him out early on. Until he received his letter from Ilvermorny. Thankfully, the magical school was better at keeping his mind busy.
While others were studying, Rook would run the streets. Pickup games of football (american), basketball, street hockey and soccer was where Rook wanted to be. Solving problems with fists and never shying away from a battle. His friends loved when Rook was on their team, with his logical and analytical mind, he could read the field and call plays to help their side win.
Due to his father’s death, and the strict laws against Magical and No-Maj relationships in America, Brooks is very distrustful of authority. Not afraid to fight, his father taught him how to box, work with his hands and camp/fish. He is an outdoorsy, quiet kid. Always with a book to read, but finishes it quickly. After his fathers death, Rook is livid that they have to leave Boston and his friends at school. Coming back to Ireland, he has turned into an angry kid, with no outlet for his anger.
House Preference:
Ravenclaw
Year Preference:
5th
Prompt Response:
There was no place he liked in this cold and wet land. Everything was green. He liked green, but there was just so much of it! It was like the whole world was drowning in moss and sadness, and he was stuck right in the middle of it. Thankfully his Da had been smart enough to leave, and his mother for following.
Looking up at the family house Rook huffed with annoyance. The place was a joke, a bad one. It was huge. No one needed a house THAT big. His heart panged for their little three bedroom farmhouse just outside of the city in Boston. It was small, warm, with worn furniture and eclectic knick knacks. The house he now lived at in Ireland was cold, stone, regal and opulent.
Rook spent very little time in the house. Estate? Mansion? No, castle. The horrible monstrosity was a f’eckin castle.
Getting up from the stone wall he had made his own, Rook kicked a rock down the stone path. “I HATE THIS PLACE!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. Pulling his foot back to kick another rock, he screamed even louder when the pebble turned out to be a boulder.
"Mother of fookin’ blue blazes! I’ll kick this applesauce excuse for a castle into the Atlantic, I swear on my Da’s grave! Chowder-headed piece of shite! I’ve seen better woodwork in a South End gutter! Fook!"
Breathing heavy, red in the face, Brooks stood with his hands on his hips trying to catch his breath. It was then he spotted the barn owl sitting on the stone wall carrying an envelope with his name scrawled on the front.
“Go on, GIT.” He waved his hand at the bird as he began opening the letter. Standing there, surrounded by rolling green hills Brooks read his acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“FUCK!!!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. Things just keep getting worse.
Miscellaneous
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