Post by arturobrigstocke on Oct 2, 2008 0:37:32 GMT 1
Introducing...
Name:
Arturo Brigstocke
Age:
11th November
16
Gender:
Male
Year:
6th
Birthplace:
Aberystwyth
Ethnicity:
Caucasian/Spanish
Blood:
Halfblood
Relatives:
Father - Arryk Brigstocke
Mother - Pilar Brigstocke
Sister - Jacinta Brigstocke [4th year]
Grandmother - Inez Robinson García
Pets:
None
Wand Type:
Wood 10 inches, Willow, Dragon Heartstrings. Art has never bothered to find out what its good for, nor does he intend to.
Appearance
Picture:
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Hair Colour:
Light brown
Eye Colour:
Brown
Build:
Wiry but well muscled
Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned
Height:
5’8”
Dress Style:
Art’s happy to spend most of his time in jeans and a t-shirt, but the leather jacket he wears for biking is never far away, nor is his helmet. He feels uncomfortable in anything that varies too much from his normal clothing - bit it formalwear or some strange fashion statement. He’s got an eyeliner pencil in the draw of his beside table but has never quite plucked up the courage to use it.
Specifics:
Art has two piercing - his left nostril and his tongue. He got his nose done when he was 15 with his first [and only] boyfriend to show that they were together. His tongue he got when he decided he would get himself to Oxbridge, come hell or high water, and wanted something that conveyed his way with words. He intends to get the words “Mi corazón, como una sierpe, se ha desprendido de su piel, y aquí la miro entre mis dedos llena de heridas y de miel.” from the Lorca poem Corazón Nuevo tattooed around his right bicep.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual, but outwardly Asexual
Self Image:
Art sees himself as a creature born into the wrong world. He knows he’s good at English, and could quite easily see himself studying it all his life, but feel so entirely out of place with magic and pities himself for the predicament he’s in. When it comes to his looks, Art firmly has no opinion, having decided that he’d much rather focus on his intellect than anything as trivial as attractiveness, although perhaps, subconsciously, he’s just forcing himself not to think about it.
To the Outward Eye:
Art would probably appear surly and unresponsive to anyone who first met him, especially at Hogwarts, where he feels entirely like a fish out of water. He usually avoids social situations, burying himself in a book instead - prospective new friends are more likely to be introduced to the cover of one of the classics than see Art face to face. However, if they were to see him around his motorbike, or actually study his face when he’s reading, they’d se someone determined, focused and relishing the task in hand. On the flipside, they might catch him during one of his outbursts, which he is prone to, where he’ll lay out a witty, sarcastic and thoroughly well delivered argument against whatever has riled him up.
Social Status:
Art is generally seen as a loner. He doesn’t have many friends - he can’t see himself being friends with people who really believe that the wizarding world is that great. He doesn’t even have the status of being a geek, because he cant quite get on with magical subjects. His parents are oblivious of his trials and tribulations at Hogwarts and just see him as their slightly-rebellious teenage son, who can be a bit of a loose cannon, but who they love very much. The member of his family he has the greatest connection with is his grandma, who he feels is on the same wavelength as him. He generally dislikes his sister, and the feeling is mutual, her being a popular, magic-proficient witch who’d rather not have a nut job for a brother.
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Interests:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Patronus:
A Bull - The bull symbolises how stuborn and argumentative, even aggressive Art can be, as well as being routed in his history and the love he feels for Spain
Boggart:
Rejection letters - Getting into university is the only thing that matters in Art’s life. If he didn’t get in, he basically wouldn’t see any reason to live any more.
World Passing By
Subjects:
Report:
Arts teachers are aware of how little interest he has for their classes and despair of ever getting him to engage properly with their subjects. He doesn’t have an aptitude for any of the more magic-heavy ones, or any of them at all really, and even when he does something vaguely well, he doesn’t seem to care.
Personal Statement:
History of Magic and Ancient Runes, are the subject that Art dislikes least, as they are the subjects closest to normal muggle lessons. He finds them fairly easy, although the over the top magical content annoys him. He wouldn’t call them his favorites, just the best of a bad bunch.
However, the worst of them all is Muggle Studies. Art finds it to be an utter waste of time, aside from being degrading towards muggles, and thinks that any institution that accepts it as a qualification should have its senior members taken out and shot. He doesn’t exactly hate Charms, just has no real interest in it, accompanied by the resent he carries for all things magical.
History:
Art was born to a Welsh father and English-Spanish mother, and grew up in the east midlands. Both he and his younger sister were taught their parents languages - English and Spanish - as it was decided that to try and force three language upon them might be too much. His wizard blood came from his father’s side, but it was never something that featured hugely in their lives. Art knew about it, and what it meant, and who and who not to talk about it with, but wasn’t really aware of the extent to which it went.
Art started reading at a very early age, whizzing through his primary school’s book supply so that his mother had to give him ones off their shelf. When he was in year 4 he heard about the Oxbridge universities, and set his heart on going there. To his dismay, when all his friends went off to the local comprehensive, he found he was being shipped off to boarding school to learn to be a wizard. He begged, screamed at and attempted to blackmail his parents into letting him stay, but it was no good. Feeling that all his dreams had been smashed, he retreated into the worlds of the books he loved.
Trips to Spain were the one ray of light in Art’s otherwise - as he saw it - miserable life. His abuela would never understand magic, so it was pretty much banned when they went to visit her. Art soaked up the language, the culture, the food, the drink, the looks of the place, and he found himself wishing he could just stay there and not go back to the school he hated. He had very few friends there, and he was awful at all the lessons. Back at primary school he had been the top of his class for most subjects, now he was lucky if he scraped and Average.
When he was 15, Art found another way he didn’t fit into the perfect, ordered world he was supposed to inhabit. He’d never really fitted in well, but he’d always put that down to his dislike of magic, or his intellect, but was proved wrong by a lad from Yorkshire called Ben. They met over the summer holidays, when Ben was down on a camping holiday, and hit it off instantly. Ben had an infectious personality and was able to coax Art out of his shell in a way that hadn’t happened since primary school.
It was with Ben that Art shared his first kiss. He’d had sort-of girlfriends before, the kind that you held hands with because other people told you to and avoided as far as possible, but nothing like what he had with Ben. They’d gone for a cycle ride and Ben had challenged him to a race at the end, on the way to the local playing field, which Art had won, and as he’d been jumping about taunting Ben with such like as “ha, in your face!”, the other boy had grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him squarely on the mouth. Art had been stunned, and Ben had joked that he’d do it again if Art kept being a sore winner, to which Art managed to reply that he didn’t think being a sore winner would be such a bad thing if that was the case.
That started their tentative relationship, more about bike rides and laughing together for the most part, although self-discovery played a major role for Art. Ben took him to a tattoo parlour one day, and the both got their noses pierced, a way of showing that they were together. Things were fine until Ben mentioned the two of them heading off somewhere together. Art told him that they couldn’t, that they needed to do their exams, get their qualifications, stay in school - although he didn’t mention the kind of qualifications he’d get from his school - to which Ben responded that he didn’t care. This was the wrong this to say, and a huge argument followed about the importance of exams. Ben wanted Art to be able to give up his dreams for him, and Art told him that was a stupid thing to expect. Ben stormed off, saying that whoever said “love conquers all” was a complete fool. Art found little comfort in shouting after him that it was Virgil.
After that, Art convinced himself that, although he knew he liked boys, he didn’t want to date any more. There were more important things.
In his spare time, Art taught himself the English curriculum for the UK, studying as many books as he could. He bought the teachers guides from the internet, and had a lot of difficulty trying to get them delivered. There was more than one occasion he didn’t get a transfiguration essay in on time, or missed the deadline for a potions assignment, because he was too busy writing a self-assigned essay on Shakespeare or The Augustans.
Turning 16 produced a new lease of freedom and rebellion for Art, as he got a licence to ride a motorbike. His bike was something totally muggle, something he wouldn’t let magic anywhere near - he wouldn’t even let his father magically clean it for him, or help with fixing it up, choosing instead to do it all by hand. It took a lot longer that way, but it was a labour of love. Once it was up to scratch, he’d go out for long rides as often as petrol money would allow and was gutted when he was told he couldn’t take it to Hogwarts with him. Just one more reason to hate wizards, as he saw it.
In the summer between his 5th and 6th year, Art finally decided he needed to take control. He was never going to go anywhere as a wizard, but as a muggle he could go anywhere he wanted. Had be been at regular secondary school, this would be the year he started his A Levels, the exams that would get him a place at university. Apart from English, he hadn’t kept up any of his muggle subjects, but would need to do four of them if he stood any chance of getting within a 10 mile radius of Oxford University. English Literature was an obvious choice, and he’d been doing History of Magic, so just straight History made sense. He chose Classics as his 3rd one because of its vague similarity to Ancient Runes, and because it was one not many people studied before A Level, so he wouldn’t be at too much of a disadvantage. Finally, he picked Spanish, figuring it couldn’t be too hard seeing as he was already fluent in the language, and he set about finding out how he could take the exams.
It turned out he could take his exams at a local college without even going to any lessons there, so he signed himself up for the subjects he’d chosen and set about teaching himself everything he needed to know. It was then he went to get his tongue pierced, to mark the day when he regained control of his life. Going back to Hogwarts was a strain, now with four more subjects to cope with, and Art found himself getting more tired by the say, and his nerves wearing thin. Every now and then he skipped a class, to either catch up on some sleep or teach himself a bit he hadn’t quite grasped.
Out of Character
Name:
MarmaMal
Other Characters:
Scorpius Malfoy
Name:
Arturo Brigstocke
Age:
11th November
16
Gender:
Male
Year:
6th
Birthplace:
Aberystwyth
Ethnicity:
Caucasian/Spanish
Blood:
Halfblood
Relatives:
Father - Arryk Brigstocke
Mother - Pilar Brigstocke
Sister - Jacinta Brigstocke [4th year]
Grandmother - Inez Robinson García
Pets:
None
Wand Type:
Wood 10 inches, Willow, Dragon Heartstrings. Art has never bothered to find out what its good for, nor does he intend to.
Appearance
Picture:
Hair Colour:
Light brown
Eye Colour:
Brown
Build:
Wiry but well muscled
Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned
Height:
5’8”
Dress Style:
Art’s happy to spend most of his time in jeans and a t-shirt, but the leather jacket he wears for biking is never far away, nor is his helmet. He feels uncomfortable in anything that varies too much from his normal clothing - bit it formalwear or some strange fashion statement. He’s got an eyeliner pencil in the draw of his beside table but has never quite plucked up the courage to use it.
Specifics:
Art has two piercing - his left nostril and his tongue. He got his nose done when he was 15 with his first [and only] boyfriend to show that they were together. His tongue he got when he decided he would get himself to Oxbridge, come hell or high water, and wanted something that conveyed his way with words. He intends to get the words “Mi corazón, como una sierpe, se ha desprendido de su piel, y aquí la miro entre mis dedos llena de heridas y de miel.” from the Lorca poem Corazón Nuevo tattooed around his right bicep.
In Front Of Friends
Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual, but outwardly Asexual
Self Image:
Art sees himself as a creature born into the wrong world. He knows he’s good at English, and could quite easily see himself studying it all his life, but feel so entirely out of place with magic and pities himself for the predicament he’s in. When it comes to his looks, Art firmly has no opinion, having decided that he’d much rather focus on his intellect than anything as trivial as attractiveness, although perhaps, subconsciously, he’s just forcing himself not to think about it.
To the Outward Eye:
Art would probably appear surly and unresponsive to anyone who first met him, especially at Hogwarts, where he feels entirely like a fish out of water. He usually avoids social situations, burying himself in a book instead - prospective new friends are more likely to be introduced to the cover of one of the classics than see Art face to face. However, if they were to see him around his motorbike, or actually study his face when he’s reading, they’d se someone determined, focused and relishing the task in hand. On the flipside, they might catch him during one of his outbursts, which he is prone to, where he’ll lay out a witty, sarcastic and thoroughly well delivered argument against whatever has riled him up.
Social Status:
Art is generally seen as a loner. He doesn’t have many friends - he can’t see himself being friends with people who really believe that the wizarding world is that great. He doesn’t even have the status of being a geek, because he cant quite get on with magical subjects. His parents are oblivious of his trials and tribulations at Hogwarts and just see him as their slightly-rebellious teenage son, who can be a bit of a loose cannon, but who they love very much. The member of his family he has the greatest connection with is his grandma, who he feels is on the same wavelength as him. He generally dislikes his sister, and the feeling is mutual, her being a popular, magic-proficient witch who’d rather not have a nut job for a brother.
Positive Traits:
- Passionate - Art can get totally obsessive about the things he loves most - literature, films and his bike - and throws himself wholeheartedly into any task involving those
- Articulate - Due to his constant study of the English language, Art is now able to talk his way out of a paper bag, something which he turns to his advantage as often as he can.
- Talented - Art clearly has an flair for the English language, although this seems to be lost on the wizarding world, and will sometimes write his own stuff, as well as appreciate that of others.
- Appreciative - Even though it doesn’t apply much to the wizarding world, Art is able to appreciate and understand the effort that goes into creating things - he’d quite happily stare for hours at a Rembrandt, or the Pyramids at Giza, or a brand new car, and revel at what went into their making. One of the few places this happens at Hogwarts is on the Quidditch pitch.
- Emotional - When it comes to someone in a predicament, Art cant help but feel compassion. His heart will go out to anyone who’s found themselves in a terrible situation, be it trivial or significant, and even if there’s something he can do to help, he’ll feel like his heartstrings are snapping
Negative Traits:
- Dogmatic - Art can be very opinionated, and will argue his side til the death, even if its over a subject that couldn’t be proved either way, which often gets him in trouble.
- Sensitive - Art tends to be very overprotective of the things he believes in, and even an offhand comment will set him off on a rant. If what’s someone’s said has mortally offended him, he’ll let them no, but is very reluctant to let the tears flow in public
- Ranting - Art is prone to coming out with arguments, often heated, though well thought out, when provoked or over excited, or just bored. Anyone else who tries to get a word in edgeways will have a hard time once he gets going.
- Forthright - although it could be seen as a good thing, Art is direct to the point of bluntness and will rarely shy away from a difficult situation. Every now and then he’ll come up with a cunning plan and leave the confrontation for another day, when it’ll be more rewarding, but most of the time he has it out there and then.
- Hypocritical - Art has a tendency to hate in other people what can be found in abundance in himself. He’ll get wound up about people who argue extreme opinions, or who stick their nose in his business, even though he’s just as likely to do those things himself
Interests:
- Analising Literature
- Directing
- Interpretation
- Languages
- The internal workings of motor vehicles
Likes:
- Literature - poetry, prose, any he can get his hands on, Art adores literature in all its forms
- John Clare - the most famous poet from the place where Art’s surname originates from, he feels a special connection with Clare after having traced his roots
- Films - Another form of escapism, Art enjoys most films, but classics and “arty” ones mainly.
- Anything muggle - Just as he detests everything magic, he adores everything muggle
- His motorbike - One of his main grips on the muggle world when he feels like he’s losing control. He was devastated when he found he couldn’t take it to Hogwarts.
- Spain and Spanish - Something else that represents muggleness to him, as the muggle side of his family is Spanish, and he is very patriotic, even if he isn’t entirely Spanish himself.
Dislikes:
- The wizarding world - Art feels that going to Hogwarts ruined his chances of a proper future, so hates the wizarding world it.
- Extremes of religion - Fanaticism is almost as intolerable to Art as magic is. He just cant understand people who are dogmatic about such ridiculous things
- Being proved wrong - Art always has to be right, and fortunately, most of the time, he is, which almost makes it worse when he actually is wrong.
- Being disturbed whilst reading - Just don’t do it if you want to live.
- Prejudice - Although he is totally hypocritical about this, Art cant stand when people have preconceptions about others just baised on an aspect of who they are.
- Busybodies - If you stick your nose in Art’s business, you’re liable to get it chopped off, or at least shut in a heavy book.
Patronus:
A Bull - The bull symbolises how stuborn and argumentative, even aggressive Art can be, as well as being routed in his history and the love he feels for Spain
Boggart:
Rejection letters - Getting into university is the only thing that matters in Art’s life. If he didn’t get in, he basically wouldn’t see any reason to live any more.
World Passing By
Subjects:
- Ancient Runes - A
- Astronomy - P
- Charms - D
- Defence Against the Dark Arts - P
- Divination - P
- History of Magic - A
- Muggle Studies - T
- Potions - P
Report:
Arts teachers are aware of how little interest he has for their classes and despair of ever getting him to engage properly with their subjects. He doesn’t have an aptitude for any of the more magic-heavy ones, or any of them at all really, and even when he does something vaguely well, he doesn’t seem to care.
Personal Statement:
History of Magic and Ancient Runes, are the subject that Art dislikes least, as they are the subjects closest to normal muggle lessons. He finds them fairly easy, although the over the top magical content annoys him. He wouldn’t call them his favorites, just the best of a bad bunch.
However, the worst of them all is Muggle Studies. Art finds it to be an utter waste of time, aside from being degrading towards muggles, and thinks that any institution that accepts it as a qualification should have its senior members taken out and shot. He doesn’t exactly hate Charms, just has no real interest in it, accompanied by the resent he carries for all things magical.
History:
Art was born to a Welsh father and English-Spanish mother, and grew up in the east midlands. Both he and his younger sister were taught their parents languages - English and Spanish - as it was decided that to try and force three language upon them might be too much. His wizard blood came from his father’s side, but it was never something that featured hugely in their lives. Art knew about it, and what it meant, and who and who not to talk about it with, but wasn’t really aware of the extent to which it went.
Art started reading at a very early age, whizzing through his primary school’s book supply so that his mother had to give him ones off their shelf. When he was in year 4 he heard about the Oxbridge universities, and set his heart on going there. To his dismay, when all his friends went off to the local comprehensive, he found he was being shipped off to boarding school to learn to be a wizard. He begged, screamed at and attempted to blackmail his parents into letting him stay, but it was no good. Feeling that all his dreams had been smashed, he retreated into the worlds of the books he loved.
Trips to Spain were the one ray of light in Art’s otherwise - as he saw it - miserable life. His abuela would never understand magic, so it was pretty much banned when they went to visit her. Art soaked up the language, the culture, the food, the drink, the looks of the place, and he found himself wishing he could just stay there and not go back to the school he hated. He had very few friends there, and he was awful at all the lessons. Back at primary school he had been the top of his class for most subjects, now he was lucky if he scraped and Average.
When he was 15, Art found another way he didn’t fit into the perfect, ordered world he was supposed to inhabit. He’d never really fitted in well, but he’d always put that down to his dislike of magic, or his intellect, but was proved wrong by a lad from Yorkshire called Ben. They met over the summer holidays, when Ben was down on a camping holiday, and hit it off instantly. Ben had an infectious personality and was able to coax Art out of his shell in a way that hadn’t happened since primary school.
It was with Ben that Art shared his first kiss. He’d had sort-of girlfriends before, the kind that you held hands with because other people told you to and avoided as far as possible, but nothing like what he had with Ben. They’d gone for a cycle ride and Ben had challenged him to a race at the end, on the way to the local playing field, which Art had won, and as he’d been jumping about taunting Ben with such like as “ha, in your face!”, the other boy had grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him squarely on the mouth. Art had been stunned, and Ben had joked that he’d do it again if Art kept being a sore winner, to which Art managed to reply that he didn’t think being a sore winner would be such a bad thing if that was the case.
That started their tentative relationship, more about bike rides and laughing together for the most part, although self-discovery played a major role for Art. Ben took him to a tattoo parlour one day, and the both got their noses pierced, a way of showing that they were together. Things were fine until Ben mentioned the two of them heading off somewhere together. Art told him that they couldn’t, that they needed to do their exams, get their qualifications, stay in school - although he didn’t mention the kind of qualifications he’d get from his school - to which Ben responded that he didn’t care. This was the wrong this to say, and a huge argument followed about the importance of exams. Ben wanted Art to be able to give up his dreams for him, and Art told him that was a stupid thing to expect. Ben stormed off, saying that whoever said “love conquers all” was a complete fool. Art found little comfort in shouting after him that it was Virgil.
After that, Art convinced himself that, although he knew he liked boys, he didn’t want to date any more. There were more important things.
In his spare time, Art taught himself the English curriculum for the UK, studying as many books as he could. He bought the teachers guides from the internet, and had a lot of difficulty trying to get them delivered. There was more than one occasion he didn’t get a transfiguration essay in on time, or missed the deadline for a potions assignment, because he was too busy writing a self-assigned essay on Shakespeare or The Augustans.
Turning 16 produced a new lease of freedom and rebellion for Art, as he got a licence to ride a motorbike. His bike was something totally muggle, something he wouldn’t let magic anywhere near - he wouldn’t even let his father magically clean it for him, or help with fixing it up, choosing instead to do it all by hand. It took a lot longer that way, but it was a labour of love. Once it was up to scratch, he’d go out for long rides as often as petrol money would allow and was gutted when he was told he couldn’t take it to Hogwarts with him. Just one more reason to hate wizards, as he saw it.
In the summer between his 5th and 6th year, Art finally decided he needed to take control. He was never going to go anywhere as a wizard, but as a muggle he could go anywhere he wanted. Had be been at regular secondary school, this would be the year he started his A Levels, the exams that would get him a place at university. Apart from English, he hadn’t kept up any of his muggle subjects, but would need to do four of them if he stood any chance of getting within a 10 mile radius of Oxford University. English Literature was an obvious choice, and he’d been doing History of Magic, so just straight History made sense. He chose Classics as his 3rd one because of its vague similarity to Ancient Runes, and because it was one not many people studied before A Level, so he wouldn’t be at too much of a disadvantage. Finally, he picked Spanish, figuring it couldn’t be too hard seeing as he was already fluent in the language, and he set about finding out how he could take the exams.
It turned out he could take his exams at a local college without even going to any lessons there, so he signed himself up for the subjects he’d chosen and set about teaching himself everything he needed to know. It was then he went to get his tongue pierced, to mark the day when he regained control of his life. Going back to Hogwarts was a strain, now with four more subjects to cope with, and Art found himself getting more tired by the say, and his nerves wearing thin. Every now and then he skipped a class, to either catch up on some sleep or teach himself a bit he hadn’t quite grasped.
Out of Character
Name:
MarmaMal
Other Characters:
Scorpius Malfoy
