Post by Bran Fionn O'Dalaigh on Nov 4, 2021 15:19:02 GMT -7
Bran Fionn O'DALAIGH
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APPEARANCE Bran stands at an unsettling 6'4", with a build made up mostly of long limbs and pointed joints. He has always been a tall boy, remarked upon for his pale complexion and his notable growth spurt his third year at Hogwarts. He is dotted with browned freckles and moles, in contrast to his sister's fine, Celtic freckles. His eyes a greyish-blue, and a sandy blonde head of hair that turns strawberry in the very depths of summer. A boy with a dimple in his left cheek, who tends to look sleepless at first glance, but who could certainly sleep through a storm if allowed. He is never found without his fine, silver chain with the pendant of Saint Jude, and a gold chain with a pendant of Saint Francis of Assis. | pronunciation bur-ahn nickname flakes, mouse, anne. age & birthday 20 25th Aug 2005 gender & pronouns male he/him blood status half-blood sexuality heterosexual face claim george mackay | ||||||||||
PERSONALITY Bran has a way about him that is genuinely likeable. Inoffensive and unintimidating, he does not encroach upon the egos of others and has a low, soft-spoken quality about him. Initially coming across as a shy, quiet boy, he would appear to be hard to miss at his towering height, but tends to blend in among groups like a piece of the furniture. Bran's friends have all been discovered accidentally, gained by his patient insertion into the most tense of dynamics. He is the cool rushing water to his sister's fierce fire - flowing at a pliant, lazy rate, where she rushes to consume. Bran is his most authentic self among creatures and the outdoors, often found speaking in low tones to those under his care. He has been known to calm even the fiercest of injured dragons, while taking any strikes with an admirable good-nature. Some might presume that nothing bothers the boy, as he is rarely - if ever - seen overtly emotional. This would be a miscalculation, as Bran takes rejection among his peers quite personally. He finds it difficult to relate to people out with his chosen career, and can appear awkward and uncomfortable under great scrutiny. He is also incredibly hard on himself, and expects a high understanding even where it is unnecessary to do so. 'Shy', they'd say. When Bran is in fact very confident when posed with topics he understands and respects. He is very selective with his free time, and is often found studying new papers and books on dragons and magical creatures, when he is not working. Though silent at a glance, Bran has a great sense of humour. One was necessary to keep up with his perpetual joker sister. He is known for the odd, almost surprising, witty comeback as he fought with his quick-witted sister. People might not assume he has much of a sense of humour, and they would be right under certain circumstances, but even Bran can surprise those who expect so little of him. He is fiercely loyal in his friendships, and feels a great responsibility towards his family - whom he has always had a very strong relationship with. Bran is ambitious in his career, and compassionate at a glance. It is no wonder he was known among his peers and professors as a 'good lad', if a little sheltered in appearance. ORIGIN & RELATIONS Galway, Ireland father - Keir Malachy O'Dalaigh, 42, Hufflepuff Alum, Ministry Head of Education, Werewolf mother - Áine Siobhan Kirwan O'Dalaigh, 40, Shop keeper sister - Brígh Ennis O'Dalaigh, 18, Gryffindor Alum, Curse-Breaker In-Training. HISTORY History: It all started with a bad date at the Shaftesbury Theatre and a bit of national pride. Bran’s parents used to say their meeting was kismet. A great meeting of the God’s to bring them together so that they could have him, and his sister. Bran was not quite so romantic, but he had loved that story. A rainy night, an ill-fated match and a bit of good luck. The O’Dalaigh’s settled in Galway soon after, another muggle and wizard love story. Not that it ever mattered much to Bran’s mother Aine, she was a dreamer at heart with a soul of polished gold – or so he’d heard. Bran was their first son, and a strapping lad at that. The doctors and healers told his parents about how tall he’d be. A baby of near ten pounds, with a big bald head and a mouth that fit comfortably in a smile. He had long legs and pale skin, running anywhere and everywhere as soon as he was able. His mother used to joke that he was always trying to escape, Bran just liked to think he just belonged outdoors. And that is where he spent much of his earlier childhood. Out in the green hills, his mother pushing him up to her shop from their modest country cottage every morning, even on Sunday’s. Bran’s childhood was filled with blistering winds, picking dandelions for tea and soup, and learning how to double whistle. Brígh was born just a month after Bran’s second birthday. With hair O’Dalaigh red, and a hand that grabbed and gripped with a worrying intensity, Bran had been fascinated. It was a friend he could roll around the garden in his grandad’s wheelbarrow. She would always jump into the mud first, a test-pilot for every adventure Bran planned and executed. They grew up attached to the hip, but of course things naturally changed with age. Bran liked to be outside, but he was always a quiet, introspective boy. Where he carefully caught, examined, and released every creature he could find, his little sister was far more intense. Brígh was just as curious, but she had always wanted to keep whatever they found – Bran had never understood. He had read so many old nature books about the importance or ‘preservation’, even as a child. As he grew, Bran found a small group of friends in his year at primary school, an eclectic group of boys who thought he was ‘well smart’. They were a boisterous sort that were often found climbing trees and ‘exploring’ old ruins around the countryside. And when Bran was ten and fell from a big oak tree and cracked his elbow, nobody had much thought to question it when he came back the following Monday without even a bandage on his arm – they said he had ‘stone bones’. Unfortunately, this meant that Bran no longer had patience for his baby sister and her endless quickfire questions. Though she raged and pouted, Bran was young and stubborn. He stopped going on so many adventures with his sister and focused on his friends instead. At eleven, he received his acceptance letter for Hogwarts in the post. Magic was commonplace in the O’Dalaigh home. They made no concentrated effort to conceal it from them, though certainly made them swear on all the Saint’s combined never to tell a soul outside of the home. Sure, their report cards all came back with ‘great imagination!’ stamped in bold, but nobody ever sent the local priest around to visit. He was housed in Gryffindor, and quickly found his niche in Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. Though he was no more than proficient in Defence Against the Dark Arts, he had an affable nature that inspired leniency. Some said he was a bit of a teacher’s pet, but on observation would find that Bran was simply… likeable. Quiet and studious when necessary, with an affinity for botany and animals. He could count the veins on a leaf and inspire even the most stubborn plants to grow. Animals were drawn to his natural patience, and Bran was rumoured to have spent a whole night on the Hogwarts grounds to help relocate a quiver of gnomes after a mildew outbreak destroyed their nest. By third year, Brígh came to join Bran at Hogwarts. He had grown quite a bit since their differences as children. Bran wasn’t quite so unwelcoming as she was placed in Gryffindor beside him. He expected nothing less, she had always been unwaveringly brave – even foolishly so. Where Bran had been fairly composed, Brígh was not so much. Quickly she outgrew her older brother’s softened reputation, and the O’Dalaigh name became known for mischief. Bran didn’t hate the shift, he was becoming quite bored of his predictability, and there was nothing predictable about trying to avoid a detention for himself, or his sister as she delved deep into every shred of trouble she could find. Though, attitudes among his peers changed as tensions rose and muggleborns began to go missing. Bran took the very notion seriously; he had never understood the prejudice among purebloods and muggleborns. His mother was a muggle, he found the very idea of her being judged for something she could not control repulsive. Bran was very vocal about his opinion on the matter, and he inadvertently found himself a part of Phoenix Rising with a friend near the end of his days at Hogwarts. He’d always been taught to speak up for himself, even when it made him uncomfortable. He grew close with James Potter at this time, admiring the boy’s gall and his infamous family. When he graduated, it was with trepidation as threats grew heavy and attacks more prevalent. Bran received an apprenticeship with a prestigious travelling magizoologist – an opportunity he could not bear to pass on. He entrusted his sister’s safety with James and left for the broad horizon. After graduating, Bran found a love for dragons and their infinite complexities. His master an expert on their behaviours and migrations, Bran knew he wanted to be just like them, and more. Though burned more times than he could count, he had never been happier in those days, sunburnt and reeling. Though he missed his family and his friends, worried about them frequently, he communicated as best he could. All he wanted was to climb the ranks, to be the best he could be. Bran could see no possible future but to become a magizoologist, and specialise. His master offered an accelerated program, as he worked predominantly in the field and across various areas in practise – without the added slog of overwhelming theory. Though he had a great interest for dragons, Bran also researched many other animals across the globe as he travelled. The news of his father’s sickness reached with great delay. He was already terribly ill but the time he said his goodbyes to his Master and headed back for Galway upon hearing. He was devasted, having barely qualified in his speciality, Bran had intended to travel to Eastern Asia for the rest of the year. When he returned, all thoughts of his paused career were swept to one side. He had never seen his mother so irate, having aged tremendously under the strain of caring for their father and reigning in Brigh. He spent most of his time back in Galway stopping his little sister from running back to Hogwarts. Practically leashing her in place, while trying to relieve some of the strain on his parents. He took up local farm work and found a strange nostalgia in dealing with non-magical creatures for once. Most of the time, Bran took Brígh with him, as if he simply did not trust her to be on her own. They argued often during those days, picking on each other to relieve the stress they felt for their parents. Meanwhile, Bran continued refining his expertise and taking small, brief trips to visit local dragons and magical creatures as his father grew stronger. He brought back old scales that had been shed and the discarded shells of hatchlings, anything to keep his baby sister busy and interested. It did not always work. When his father finally recovered, Bran thought he would feel relieved, but he hadn’t. The thought of leaving all over again smarted more the second time around. He received an offer to return to his work with his Master but found he could not accept earnestly. As Brígh left Galway to finish her seventh year at Hogwarts, and his mother began to breathe again, Bran grew contemplative. Tensions were rising in the magical community; Bran knew what the signs threatened to develop in to – he’d been a great listener in a History of Magic. Paired with the vague headlines and the strange deaths, it was a frightening future. He asked around local magical researching facilities, even going so far as to ask his Master for a recommendation letter. Thankfully, he was given it with great enthusiasm – that same affable nature sticking by him even in adulthood. Though it took some time to finalise, Bran managed to get a job at the magical wildlife rehabilitation center in Hogsmeade as a catch and release specialist. He’d had plenty of experience doing so while travelling, and it was an exciting prospect even for a perpetual traveller. His Master even surprised him with an opportunity to liaise with the McFusty Dragon Reserve as an on-call behaviourist. Finally, the stars had begun to align, and Bran found himself excited for returning to his old haunts once again. Though, he would always miss the freedom of an open road. OOC
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