BONES, Edgar

[edgar]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Britt
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Name: EDGAR HAYWARD BONES
Age: Nineteen, almost 20
Gender: Male
Year:-- Graduate
Face Claim: James Marsden

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties: Sharp. That is probably the best possibly way to describe the dear Edgar. He has pentacle cheek bones and a narrow face. The sharpness of his cheek bones and his chin have caused him to have a very defined jaw bone. Probably, besides the cheek bones, is the smile. It could make metal melt. Nothing completes Edgar like his dimply little smile. However, nothing quite completes the smile like his blue eyes. They’re a light steel blue, nothing overwhelming, but with his dark brown hair they are quite set off. However, Edgar doesn’t care much for his looks. Inwardly, he may be prideful of them, but he appreciates the untamable way his hair falls or playful little smirk that he has mastered so well. Despite his mother's wishes, Edgar believes that there is no shame in going a few days without shaving. He started the habit in his seventh year of school and occasionally, a bit of scruff can be found gracing Edgar's face.

Physique: Like Edgar’s facial features, his physique is equally sharp. Naturally, as the body gets older, and out of school, it tends to dull in some areas. Edgar was, yes, an athletic student at Hogwarts. He played quidditch as well as learned the method of a number of muggle sports, but since graduating, Edgar has not so much been bothered with staying in shape. Granted, he’s only nineteen at the moment and is only one year out of school, so he still has retained some of his boyish good looks. Edgar is averagely tall, at 5’11”, and average in weight as well. Edgar has never been one to be into fashion. School was always his thing. As mentioned, he was fairly athletic, so he did have some sort of something going for him besides school. But appearances were never an object of affection for Edgar. While in school, he was more worried about school, and then second to that his acquaintances. He had no room for what he needed to wear. However now, with the job, there comes a certain air of respect for the job. He sometimes wished he worked with the magical sports department because their office is completely more casual than his. However, while at the ministry, Edgar is tasteful and somewhat formal. Anywhere else and he is completely free to dress as he wishes.

Wand Type: Thirteen inches, Cherry oak, Hippogriff mane core.
Wand Expertise: Charms
Patronus: Fox Houng
Boggart: Ultimate Defeat. It is, yes, more of a figurative thing. And it isn’t death in the necessity. It’s the worst kind of defeat, almost borderline helpless. The kind of defeat that leaves you vulnerable and with no way out.

Personality:

intelligence

A wise man once said, “Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to Heaven.” If you know who said that, then we shall probably make good friends. But, if you live by it, we shall probably make better friends. Even though yes, I am a wizard, I love some of what the bloke says, but even I can’t handle too much Shakespeare. He knew what he was talking about, and for that I admire his writings. That single quote, two lines, is what I believe my life motto to be. To believe, you must first believe in yourself. Any sort of power that you may have, or control, or will, comes from deep within. I believe that people have the choice to change their course. No one is stuck on a direct path to one set destination. Life happens because people can make their choices. Good or bad, we are all the product of choices. I make sure that I have plenty of time to think about the major choices I am about to make. I’m very analytical. I can’t help it. I will pour over every detail, countless times, until I have made a decision, I try to be more lax with other things such as “should I have breakfast? Or should I skip it?” 7 times out of 10 I skip. That’s a proven fact. Literally. But I promise that I’m not all numbers and analyzing things.

competitive

As I said. I believe that I am more than just numbers and figures. And school. I thrive on competition, any competition: Sports, school, even girls. Perhaps it was the way I was raised.
When you are raised with two other siblings, things tend to get intense. Amelia never had to worry about such things. She was fine on her. She was, after all, the only girl. However, besides her, it was just my brother and I, and naturally as boys, I think, we were destined to be competitive. At least my brother and I were very much. About everything. It was hard to say who was better at what. If I had to say… I was smarter. By far, I am more intellectual and articulate. And he was always better at quidditch though. Not that either of us particularly lacked in those areas, but it was quite clear that one excelled in one while the other excelled in the other. We all have our prides though right I pride myself in other areas in my life as well. I suppose you could say that I have a tiny pride problem. I don’t have an ego, per say, just areas in my life that I take a lot of pride in. So, I suppose, you could say that certain areas of an ego and if they are brought down I become incredibly cranky. I get unusually bad tempered when I don’t do well on an assignment, when I lose, and when I get rejected. Rejected from what, I couldn’t tell you. Girls perhaps, but there are bound to be other things as well.

his love life

I don’t know what to say about women. I like them? Of course I like them. But am I promiscuous? Nah. Maybe sometimes… But I really don’t mean to be. I know what I like and I go after it. However, I’m picky with who I get serious with. However, who says I have to be serious? I know it isn’t much, but that’s the extent of that conversation. I find girls attractive, yes, and I appreciate beauty completely, but I’m not superficial. A girl has to have substance to hold my attention. To get it, maybe not. But I’m rather serious when it comes to dating. And picky. Did I mention that already? I may not be fussy with friends, but with women I am afraid I am rather particular. They have to be cute, not gorgeous, but I indeed need to be attracted to them. Secondly, I would like someone to take care of me. I know it sounds a bit off. On the opposite side though, I want to feel needed as well. I think every male wants to be protector, guardian type. As having a younger sister, I would have to say that it came naturally. I would like to see myself portrayed as a protector of virtue. I would never do anything that would betray a girl’s honor. Unless she asked me to. I’m a gentleman, and I believe women should be ladies.

friendship

I’m not picky. I enjoy people, and by nature I’m a people person. I suppose that those two statements are essentially the same thing. I may have once been a Ravenclaw, but I am by no means serious as serious as I seem in class. I’m rather outgoing, and humorous. Kind of like the closet funny guy you may see from time to time. Get me outside of my tie and I am completely all about have a good time. I can’t say that I completely like to party, and all that entails. There have been a number of times in my past where yes, I intruded the part scene, but once I left Hogwarts I seemed to have dropped off that scene a bit. I do attend to occasional party here and there, but I have found that recently I am more into the casual get together. I’m a ‘quality time’ kind of person. I have a number of acquaintances I’m sure, but if it were my deciding I would count them all as friends. I would also like to say that I’m a good friend. I’m loyal, fiercely so. The entire outgoing atmosphere I have going on tends to get me into trouble. As I said, Ravenclaw –pointstoself- but I was a rather mischievous Ravenclaw. I grew out of it, of course, and I would like to say that I matured, but I am sure that others think otherwise.

opinions

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I have a problem with being opinionated. I like to think that I know what I’m talking about even if I actually don’t. I’m smart, no doubt (sorry to sound cocky, but I am..) And so I want to be the intellectual type. I am the intellectual type. And yes, I do find it hard to balance the smart nerdy boy in me with the outgoing, good-humored part. I was the former one first, though, and to him I will always be loyal. I can’t quite say when I became so sociable. It must have been after my first girlfriend. That’s another story and has nothing to do with the current topic does it? I didn’t think so. So anyways, with topics in class I was always the one up for a debate. That’s probably another reason I became so… boisterous? I was opinionated and had no problem calling someone out on anything. If they were wrong, I corrected them. Ha, over seven years I know it got annoying to some people, but then again, I’ve experienced over seven years of people being wrong all of the time and that got annoying as well. And on top of that, I hate it when people don’t listen to me. I am the voice of reason. If it’s not smart, I WILL TELL YOU. In the end, it is your decision to make, but hopefully you’ll be smart enough to realize that going into a dark alley in infested waters is not the brightest idea. Granted, I know that didn’t make sense, but to some it will. Perhaps… I’m not always straightforward… At times, I try to make subtle hints but they are either too subtle or they aren’t subtle enough..

worst quality

My inability to show respect. I can’t help it. I’m such a smart ass sometimes that even I get annoyed with myself. I don’t mean to be a smart aleck, most of the time, but it’s just habit I suppose. I was a very good student. I really was, but I always had a problem with bad mouthing teachers when I got the chance. Especially the ones I despised. Everyone has one teacher they aren’t particularly fond of. Well so did I. More than one, but we won’t go into details. There were times when I didn’t agree on their teaching methods in which I told them and which they didn’t like in which I said some things that I shouldn’t have said. That was honestly my only “troublesome” aspect of me. And probably a reason I was never made a prefect. Among other things, I’m sure. But even with my parents, I was always a bit… sassy, as my sister likes to say. It has the potential to be a redeemable quality, I’m sure. And unfortunately, I’ve outgrown it a bit. More so, I learned that the best way to handle the reactions was to think them to myself without actually saying them aloud. This isn’t to say that I don’t respect someone. I should have perhaps said that moments ago. I may respect you, but still want to be sarcastic and rude just because I can. If I respect you, I’ll tell you. You have to have respectable qualities though. Which only makes sense right? The thing I respect most, besides academia, is the ability to stand up for what’s right. Cliché, I know, and I hate to think of myself as cliché, but honestly, I am. I’m a sucker for it. So far, in the nineteen years that I have lived, I have found that things are cliché for a reason: Because they’re always true. Or bound to happen.

Likes:
+ Numbers and facts
+ His job
+ His family
+ Autumn
+ Dogs
+ Sleep
+ Intellectual conversations
+ Organization
+ Chivalry
+ The smell of bread baking
+ Laughter
+ Reading

Dislikes:
– Defeat
– Assholes
– High maintenance persons
– Salt water
– Deeply pessimistic people
– Prejudice
– Dishonesty
– Distrust in him
– The color red
– Ignorance
- Futility and foolishness
- False hope

History: “My parents, Gerard and Ester, or Essie as everyone was told to call her, were married on July 27th in the year…. Sometime before I was born. I don’t know the date. I failed to ask. I’m just notified when it’s an important year in which I am expected to attend a party. My parents were never the typical purebloods that you often see. In fact, maybe we aren’t completely purebloods, but we’re are a very old wizarding family. I really don’t like to come out with this information too much. It makes me sound like such a snob. However, my family is part of a very rare group of purebloods. We couldn’t care one way or another. Therefore, we don’t really keep our records in a nice array as every other pureblood family may. (That rhymed.). We had some muggle skeptics in our family. My mother’s parents were in fact on the border of supporting the pureblood status ideal. They were hushed about it, but you could tell that they were somewhat prejudice. And selfish. I loved them, but looking back on them now I honestly can’t believe that I was so close to them. And when I say close, I mean close. They were probably my favorites. As grandparents, they were everything grandparents should be, but as people I can honestly say that I now have no respect for them. I don’t quite know how my mother escaped that mess. I suppose marrying my father wasn’t a bad deal. His family was a bit wealthy, nothing special. At least, they never let on to anything. I never pried much though. Money is something that never interests me. In fact, I hate money. I hate what it does, and what it stands for. Don’t get me wrong; I think great good can come from wealth, and I stand by the people who know that same view. And another side note: I don’t hate people who are wealthy, nor do I resent them or look down on them for not doing using their money for other things, I just personally would prefer to use my money for a good cause. That’s my rant.”

“As far as I know, my father and mother were decently happy. Every couple has their issues. God knows I know that, and I’m not even married, but let me tell you. Marriage is a bit terrifying when I look back on what I’ve had to deal with. Anyways, this part isn’t about me. They met at Hogwarts, when they attended the school. Father was a… Ravenclaw and mother was a Gryffindor. I couldn’t tell you how they met exactly. I believe that family was involved, but no no, it wasn’t one of those arranged marriages you see with the die-hard purebloods. Their families were friendly and therefore they became friends. And from friendship it gradually turned into love over time and after a long period of time, they eventually got married. My father was rather, like me, analytical and all about facts and figures while my mother Ester was very artsy and airy so to speak. She wasn’t an airhead, she actually quite smart, but she was like a floating bubble. She would never stay in one place for too long. Well, figuratively speaking. Mother never left us, not like that. But she was a floater. She floated from ideas and people to other ideas and other people and projects. But my parents were hardworking and they made sure that were never in need. We didn’t necessarily get what we wanted, but we never lacked.”

“I was born on a Monday, in November. Chilly, no doubt. I’ve always been a big fan of winter. The cold makes gives me an adrenaline rush. Don’t ask, but it’s invigorating. I don’t shy away from it as others may do. Anyways, besides the point. I was always an easy baby, from what I’ve heard. I loved sleep, as I still do, but when I say I loved it, I mean it. When I was younger, wobbly walking and talking age, I used to grab my bottle and sit in front of my crib. I do not lie. A few years later I was blessed with siblings. Twins, actually, so that made three. However, really, they’re like one. I have no doubt that they hate it, I think I would, but collectively they are “The Twins”. A boy and a girl, and now, as they have grown up, they are more independent of each other, but regardless, they will always be “The Twins” to me. I love the twins. Even though they will always be each other’s best friend, I am sure, we were all pretty close. We entertained each other, mainly they me. As the only girl, Amelia has to bear the grunt of being heavily protected by two brothers. Poor girl. But as I said, growing up with them was an adventure and I am very content with my family. I am very much a family man. We were a completely competitive family. Really. It was like it ran in our blood. On holidays there was always some competition going on. Quidditch, cooking, games… It didn’t matter, and then not to mention the fact that we’re all pretty sore losers. “

“When I was eleven, I of course got my letter to Hogwarts. My family was magical, therefore it was known that I would be magical, so I don’t quite remember when I first showed signs of magic. It all blends together. But, when September came, I boarded the train to the school and from that point on it was history. When it came to being sorted, I had absolutely no idea. My genealogy covers all four houses. However, I figured I could eliminate Slytherin. I was never really into the whole, your friends equal your power ideal. Granted, I was only eleven so I really didn’t know anything of the sort, but the people in Slytherin intimidated me. It was a pleasant surprise when I was sorted into Ravenclaw. Naturally, as the sorting hat knew, it was the perfect fit for me. I excelled in school, did quite well. Numbers were my thing; Arithmacy and Ancient Ruins were my favorite subjects. After that were the typical ones: Charms and then potions and then followed by transfiguration. “

“My school years went as anyone else’s did. We did what we could to survive the days and the tests and made the friends and the enemies, too. I graduated Hogwarts, with satisfactory grades and immediately dove into the ministry. The Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to be exact. We go in when people accidentally do harm to others with their spells and can’t see to fix it. It’s an exciting job, in my opinion, and although one might not sense it, it’s quite complex. It challenges me, and that’s what I like to see. I have also found interest in another group of sorts, that of which I do not think I can disclose at this time.”

“And that is all.”

Sample Post: Everett Linwood

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[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

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