brayden narro

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: 
ambitious ; assertive ; committed ; compassionate ; creative ; honest ; imaginative ; logical ; organised ; responsible 
Negative Traits:
awkward ; bored ; clumsy ; cold ; cunning ; embarrassed ; grouchy ; jealous ; pessimistic ; shy ; timid
Quirks and Habits:
if things aren't organised correctly, brayden gets anxious and has to organise things properly, an item is never missing and if it is, brayden will drive himself insane looking for said item.
brayden buys new flowers each week, these can range from any type, though his favourite are sunflowers and tulips, he'll try to keep them alive for as long as he can in his dorm though they often end up dead before the week ends.
the peace sign is a greeting and a goodbye, waving isn't in brayden's muscle memory, throwing peace signs left and right is to show he cares enough to even recognise a person.
brayden loves rap music, and while listening to this music, he often finds himself rapping, especially to korean music, this often happens when he thinks he's alone in the dorm or when he's meant to be studying.

Likes:
flowers ; painting ; rap music ; his family ; qudditch 
Dislikes:
drama ; the idea of his family being involved with the mafia ; being babied ; being controlled ; strawberries
Boggart:
his mum's dead body
Mirror of Erised:
for his mum to be there as he grows up and to be proud of him
Patronus:
a dragonfly

HISTORY

the third of october 2004 was an important date for enzo and piper narro, piper had given birth to a healthy boy, their first child was everything they could have asked for, he was perfect, behaved relatively well for a baby, he wasn't a cryer, unless hungry or wanting to be held. though as he grew older, his attachment to his mum grew, he loved being around her, though she was the one he spent most time with, being a stay-at-home mum meant that she taught him from a young age, while his dad was there, due to work obligations, brayden's bond with him suffered. he loved both his parents but spending more time with his mum had taught him to appreciate the more delicate aspects of life, when he first learnt to walk, most of his time was spent gardening with his mum, occasionally they'd visit family, and brayden loved spending time with them, often babbling away, in his own toddler world.

though his time without siblings came to an end, brayden had gotten a sister, a sister which was born when he was three years old, brayden loved her dearly, often taking his role as a big brother seriously, he loved his little sister with all his heart, and as they grew, their bond had gotten stronger, though brayden was slightly jealous of the attention his little sister often got, brayden was used to being the centre of his parents world, though as he grew, his little sister had gotten more attention than him, leading him to be much more mischievous than he normally would behave. his favourite thing to do was to pull the flowers out of the flowerbed and watch his parents horror as they came into the garden to see him covered in dirt, caught in the act, flowers in his hand and around the garden.

his parents then decided that what brayden needed was a creative outlet, they tried instruments - that became tedious after the fifth one they'd given him, he just wasn't interested in playing music, it was boring. they tried teaching him new languages, though in his opinion, he knew the ones he needed to know, english was a given, he lived in england, it's where he grew up, and korean, his mum's side of the family may have moved to england decades ago but it was something piper wanted to teach her children, it was her culture though brayden often argued it wasn't his, but it was easier to just go along with it in the end. while brayden was smart, he wasn't focused, he got bored easily, video games weren't sustainable, however this changed when he found his love of painting, art wasn't something his parents chose for him to pursue but soon realised it was truly his passion, often having art sessions as a family, including his little sister who was two.

brayden was seven years old when liam was born, his little brother who he also loved dearly, though brayden couldn't do much with him, he often kept his sister occupied, spending their time reading fairytales, spending time in the garden and often being forced to play pretend that he was a dragon guarding her from anybody that tried to attack her. as they had gotten older, their parents had allowed them to play qudditch under their supervision, and if it wasn't quidditch it was a muggle game which neither quite had an understanding of though had much fun messing around.

the day brayden's acceptance letter to hogwarts came, he was over the moon, and knowing that he wouldn't be starting alone, was a bonus, though it was a daunting aspect, leaving home to go to a boarding school and leaving the life he knew, but with much encouragement from his parents and speaking to his cousins that were currently in hogwarts, it eased his nerves. though his nerves were never settled until he was sitting on the stool, the sorting hat placed above his head and said the house which brayden had never thought he was a good fit for, slytherin.

brayden wasn't too bothered about the house that was chosen for him, neither were his parents, it was the house he would excel in, and excel he did, magic was so interesting to him, while not many things could keep his focus, anything involving magic could. though making friends was a more difficult task for brayden than he told his parents, he was socially awkward, often saying the wrong things and making people uncomfortable. it was a mostly lonely year for brayden, though his second year provided him with a group of friends which he didn't feel awkward around.

as his life continued, brayden took each year as it came, not focusing too much on his studies but also not completely ignoring them, though his life completely changed when he had came home from his third year, his mum couldn't make it, she was too sick to come and brayden understood that, though when he had gotten home, he didn't understand why his mum's body was so cold and why she was so unresponsive, finding his mum dead in her bed was devastating for him, your parents meant to be there for life, not just for part of it. the funeral was a bleak affair, his dad was crying, his sister was crying, brayden was crying, while liam didn't fully understand it, he was crying too.

while brayden couldn't get over his mum's death, it was so sudden and he didn't fully process it, life continued on, with brayden continuing on with it, summer was awful, his dad was at home most of the time, but it was like he was vacant, though brayden couldn't blame him for not looking after his children, he felt as though it wasn't fair with the responsibility pushed onto him.and while summer came to an end, his little sister got her hogwarts letter, reminding brayden that his mum would never be there to congratulate or be proud of her children again. his mum would want him to achieve a good future and that's what he was going to do, and the first set of that was attending his fourth year at hogwarts.

PLAYER

RP Alias: toni
Pronouns: she/her
Hogwarts House: gryffindor
Other Characters: JOSEPHINE JONES
Roleplay example:(most recent post from josephine)

hogsmeade so early in the morning was usually quiet, josephine bumped into very little people and that's the way she liked it, she liked quiet and peace, heavens knows her days at work were anything but clam, she was constantly on the go, shadowing other aurors, or doing paperwork for them, it was quite tedious. her parents had told her she needed to do something. sitting in doors all day was not an option anymore, especially when her parents nagged her so much, 'you need to exercise, you might pull a muscle', was one of her favourite things to be told. she wasn't unhealthy, but going to the gym three times a week clearly wasn't suitable, that's why josephine now started her mornings in hogsmeade. it prevented the nagging, especially from her mum, it was mostly empty, unlike the weekends which she tended to avoid unless seeing her siblings.

running was her chosen sport, she could run for miles, it was the one time when she was free, listening to her music, avoiding the world and being in her own happy bubble, something which she wished she wouldn't have to burst but she only had so much time in one day, a day which was meticulously planned, to suit her lifestyle, though she hadn't expected her bubble to be burst so quickly, around fifteen minutes into her light jog, she had bumped into something - or rather someone.

coming to a stop and taking out her earphones to hear what the man was saying, josephine wasn't sure why he was the one apologising. "Oh no, it's all my fault, I'm far too oblivious when I get in the zone."