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Archived Applications / Brick Dumay Student Re-Application
« on: 31/03/2018 at 23:08 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name:Byron “Brick” Templeton Dumay

Birthday: May 18, 1938

Hometown: Frizington; Bell’s Close

Bloodline: Pureblood

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration

Year (pick two): 5th (his expected year), 4th (if he is held back)

Biography:
August, 1951- Frizington, Cumbria.  Eleven-year-old Brenda Dumay, eager to start her Hogwarts adventure, fell strangely ill on a trip to Diagon Alley to get her supplies.  Within hours, her legs were rendered useless- as stiff as if attacked by a Petrificus Totalus spell.  The fine doctors at St. Mungo’s are at first baffled as to the cause- any spell or magical elixir they attempt seems to make the matter worse.
School began without her, and Brick was divided about the situation.  On the one hand, he loved his sister and worried about her daily.  It interrupted his schoolwork, his social life- his everything- constantly worried that the mystery ailment would do her in.
On the other hand, she was a right prig and evil to boot- he dreaded the thought of his little sister coming to Hogwarts and picking up where they’d left off on the playground: she was the mob boss, he was the muscle.  He had always been powerless against her.  Now she was helpless.
While Brick lamented over the course of the term, Brenda’s malady was studied at length.  In the Spring of the following year, it was identified as Pseudomedusae Paralysis Syndrome, a rare and tricky magical disease that treated magical energy as an allergen.  Her blossoming body had reacted to her blooming magic such that she had been left petrified.  As long as the magic remained, she would never recover.

February, 1952- the Dumay family made the decision to move away from all things magical- to live amongst the muggles and to abandon all spellcraft.  They moved to Bell’s Close, a small town outside Newcastle and an established magic-free zone.  It was hoped that Brenda could live a happy life as a muggle far removed from wizarding life.  Broderick (their father) got a job making small parts for a radio manufacturing company.  Bee (their mother) got involved with the town council.  Brick was to be cared for by his Uncle and Aunt in Hogsmeade- his magical journey had already begun and it would be a shame to hinder it.
Nobody realized how powerful Brenda’s latent, wild magic had become: her ability to charm people wasn’t just a pleasant smile and plucky attitude; she was genuinely supernaturally gifted in getting her way.  She manipulated her neighbors first- in subtle ways, getting them to bring her pies and candies and a bonnet with a silk ribbon.  Soon, she discovered that her mother could be affected as well.  There was a downside- her paralysis returned when she used her powers abundantly.
Not that that mattered; the ‘Pollyanna of Bell’s Close’ had an entire community thinking her tragic tale was the most precious thing and bending over backwards to see her happy.  Brenda’s subtle manipulations went under the radar because they were small- tiny, even- suggestions and not commands.  The Dumay parents redoubled their efforts to excise magic from their lives.

May, 1952- a letter written by his father informed Brick that he would not be returning to Hogsmeade as planned at the end of term, but coming to their new home to live as a muggle with the rest of them.  This so upset Brick that he stopped speaking entirely- his friends at school mistook his recent girlfriend troubles as the cause.
As it turned out, his sister had manipulated her father into writing the letter.  Her ability to get small things and affection had been well-established, but Brick was always willing to do more.  With him around, she could live as a Queen.

January, 1953- Brick turned out to be the turning point- as he was so in-tune with Brenda anyway, her subtle magic could get more bold.  Her commands got more specific, and considerably less voluntary.  And while her magic was wild and untamed, Brick had several years of schooling under his belt- his magic was not subtle.
In other words, the downfall of her plan came when Brick used his own magic against muggles- in defiance of the law- under the direction of his sister.  The Ministry got involved quickly, and Brick was brought in for investigation.  From there, it was quickly deduced the scope of the situation.  Brenda was taken back to St. Mungo’s and isolated.  The Dumay family was fined for their negligence.  Brick spent the remainder of the year working in Community Service.

June, 1953- Brick is released from his Community Service with full-time served.  After a year away, he has been cleared to return to Hogwarts.
But at what cost?

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
House Request:  Gryffindor (was his house previously)

Personality:
Brick lives up to his name- he can be rather thick sometimes.  He tends to stay pretty quiet, preferring not to speak and be thought the fool than open his mouth and remove all doubt.  He understands more than he lets on, however.  He is a language savant: any language he hears, he understands and can speak fluently; for the duration of the conversation (and perhaps a few moments more).  This actually hinders him in the long run- he can’t truly learn foreign languages, because the magic translates everything into something he understands.  He never learns the words.

He wants nothing more than to make people happy- and sneak a meal or two when he can.  That said, he will turn down free stuff and almost any freedom of choice he is given- if given a choice, he will almost always say ‘no’.  It’s less work that way.

The Game:  This is more of a historical reference. Up until recently, he had a zero-resistance to direct orders- perhaps a side-effect of his sister’s manipulations or perhaps just a psychological construct of his own mind, Merlin knows.  If someone gave him a direct order, he felt compelled to do it- even if it caused harm to himself or others.  ‘The Game’ has officially ended, and Brick doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.  His penchant will still be to obey blindly any direct order; but he is learning to say no.
Another aspect of The Game was that he kept all sentences short- five words or less (in English).  While this rule too no longer applies, Brick has been doing it so long that it is second nature to him.  He struggles to find a more verbose dialogue.

Brick has encyclopedic knowledge of more than 150 plants: by scientific name; by sight; by usefulness in spells and potions.  This is due to his mother’s affinity for potionmaking, his Uncle Radish’s green thumb, and his own interest.  When he grows up, he wants to be an herbologist.  Or a farmer.  Or a superspy ninja.  Noble goals, all.

Appearance:
Brick is on the heavyset side- big and thick, but solid as a wall.  He towered over his peers when he left Hogwarts- he was a head taller than average.  Upon his return, he will find that his peers have caught up with him somewhat- he hasn’t grown much over the last few years.

The young man tends to be hard to read.  Emotions- unless it is sheer joy- all tend to look the same.  On a related note, he has a hard time reading people- it’s as if he never really learned social cues.  He seems to have exceptional strength; truth told, he has a high pain threshold and pushes that limit regularly.

→ RETURNING STUDENTS.

Link to your last levels request (if you never posted one, link to your last accepted student application): DUMAY, Brick Levels

Number of New Levels Requested: +2 (returning).

New Levels Request: C4 D4 T3 S3 (well below average, but that sorta fits Brick).

How your character kept up with their studies: Brick spent a good portion of the previous year in a muggle school, learning muggle things like Long Division and Biology.  As an underage wizard, he was not supposed to use magic at all, but in the end, he did- and was brought in because of it.

After the full story unfolded, Brick worked for the Ministry’s Beautification Department in Parks and Gardens, where he was allowed only minimal access to his spells.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Option 2:

Tropaeolum speciosum, common name ‘Scottish Flame Thrower’, was sadly not what its name implied (though it did feature predominantly in potions of the sort).  This particular cluster had grown considerably since last he’d checked, their little red buds rising up out of the ground foliage like like tendrils of fire.

And they were edible, too- another common name was ‘Indian Cress’.  This, Brick had decided, was what the boy before him was doing- foraging for an early lunch.  Breakfast had been nice and all- always fillings and tasty to boot- but some people liked their greens.  He watched with mild interest as the boy ducked his head into the green blanket beneath him.

It was one thing to forage, but grazing like a sheep?  Something didn’t add up…  Brick took a step forward, curiosity more than anything else leading his charge.  He managed a whole three steps before the boy, in a thunderous noise that stopped the birds chirping in the nearby trees, blew a great sneeze.

He froze in his tracks.  Watched.  Waited.  Did his best not to look concerned, which defaulted to a blank stare.

The boy looked up, clearing off his face and chiding, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."

His answer was immediate, “Not polite to crush the flowers.”  Six words.  SIX.  He was getting better.  He did his best to meet the boy’s gaze.

→ ABOUT YOU.

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Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Byron Templeton 'Brick' Dumay

Birthday: 18 May, 1938

Hometown: Frizington, Cumbria originally, now Hogsmeade.

Bloodline:
Muggleborn / Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown

Magical Strength (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning

Year (pick two): 1st, 2nd.

Biography:
Brick received his nickname at birth; at 13lbs, 13oz.- and 26 inches long- he threatened to be the end of his mother from the start.  Abigail swore that the boy was part giant (there is no proof of that) and that she'd never have more children (not true- Brick has a little sister and a little brother).  His parents are loving, capable providers who raised him to as best as they could, despite his shortcomings.

'Brick' proved to be an apt name; he didn't begin to walk until age three or talk until almost five- and even then it was mostly monosyllabic.  His fine-motor skills were barely present; except when eating, his ability to grasp and manipulate things seemed like a daunting task for him.  And despite years of careful prompting and gentle prodding, he simply never spoke.  His first word, upon seeing his sister Brenda for the first time, was 'Yuck."  His parents were concerned that he might be mentally deficient.

It was discovered around age seven that Brick had an almost magical grasp of language, but rarely felt a need to speak- as if words were something too precious to waste.  Two Welsh wizards were talking to one another (in Welsh) about the duplicitous weather they'd been having, and he overheard their conversation.  After only a few short minutes of listening, he chimed in with a fully modulated (if short) reply, indicating a firm understanding of the morphology and syntax of the language.  A few hours later, when asked about what had happened, he shrugged his shoulders and gave a nondescript, "Dunno..."

[A Special Request will be made to keep and develop this ability if possible.  If this is not possible, it is an untrained magic that will fade away as he begins his Schooling.]

He is the strong, silent type- he has always been the biggest thing around, and expects to receive anything he puts his mind to- mostly because others don't have the ability to physically object.  When it comes to food, he can be quite selfish- which is one of the primary reasons for his girth.  For Brick, little else matters than what he can stuff down his gullet.

Brick might be considered a 'bully' if it weren't for his almost obsequious nature with those he has befriended.  He will take things without asking, without remorse, and often by force- but usually only if it benefits others or he was directed to.  His little sister used to take advantage of this, making him her muscle on the school grounds and her the veritable queen.  She said it, he did it- without fear or sense of self-preservation.  He didn't complain, either.

When their parents welcomed a third child into the household, Brick was sent to live with his Uncle Adaric 'Radish' Horner in Hogsmeade.  This was done for the child's safety; Brick decided that he didn't like the boy and tried stuffing him into the woodbox.  Twice.  In the past year, Brick has learned how to care for puffskein and has become somewhat adept at farm life.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

House Request: Gryffindor (only house I've never been in)

Personality: Brick is the quintessential minion- he will obey almost any direct order given to him.  His generally neutral expression hides a deep thinker and very attentive mind.  He doesn't talk much, often boiling down a conversation into as small a form as he can.  He doesn't like making eye contact- it is possible that he has some form of Autism.

When given a choice in a situation, he will most likely do nothing or act in his own self-interest- astute students will be able to take advantage of him easily.  Brick can come across as a dispassionate bully- as if the consequences of his actions don't matter to him.  In truth, he feels deeply for his friends and would do anything- even dangerous or endangering things- to keep their friendship.

Brick is a glutton, and is especially susceptible to dark-chocolate-covered caramels, or dark-chocolate-covered nuts, or dark-chocolate-covered anything really; but never chocolate by itself.

Appearance: Brick is very large for his age- both in height and girth.  He is exceptionally strong for what his soft exterior suggests.  He dresses simply with little sense of style.  Any buttons on his clothing must be buttoned; he has a habit of biting off or breaking buttons he does not want buttoned.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Option 1
He'd overheard.  He wasn't trying to and wouldn't have even cared except that it had turned into a dare- the girl was being goaded into looking for a ghost.  A ghost, mind, of a girl who had been murdered right here at the school, he'd heard.  The girl had, from his perspective, left with a certain bravado.

That bravado seemed to have left her step.

So, he'd followed her.  Not because she was pretty or helpless or in need or danger or needed protection.  He followed her because he was curious.  If she did find this murdered ghost, what would she do next?It perplexed him to know why people were compelled to do things on their own.  If those nasty girls upstairs had asked him, he would have told them 'no' straightaway.

Of course, if they had just told him to do it, he'd be right where she was.

"Hello!  Is Emma Birch here?"

She sounded scared.  The waver in her voice resonated with him- waves of emotion peeling off like layers of clothing.  If there was a ghost down here, she was in the wrong frame of mind to handle it alone, he reckoned.

He crept up next to her as quietly as he could- hopefully without a sound.  Stood there, patiently, until she noticed him.  He made no effort to make himself known.

He didn't want to scare her, after all.

→ ABOUT YOU.

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Elsewhere Accepted / Byron "Brick" Dumay | Elsewhere Child
« on: 24/06/2016 at 02:46 »
E L S E W H E R E   C H I L D

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Byron Templeton "Brick" Dumay

Gender: Male

Age: 9 (May 18, 1938)

Bloodline: Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Abigail (Horner) and Broderick Dumay; NPCs both.

Residence:
Frizington, Cumbria, England.  Will be staying with his Uncle Radish Horner in Hogsmeade during the summer.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Eventually Hogwarts (in the '49-50 school year).

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Not at this time.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Newton MacDonald, Irma Scrivner, Marvin Fleisher, Amos Feinbary, et al.

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Brick received his nickname at birth; at 13lbs, 13oz.- and 26 inches long- he threatened to be the end of his mother from the start.  Abigail swore that the boy was part giant (there is no proof of that) and that she'd never have more children (not true- Brick has a little sister and a little brother).  His parents are loving, capable providers who raised him to as best as they could, despite his shortcomings.

'Brick' proved to be an apt name; he didn't begin to walk until age three or talk until almost five- and even then it was mostly monosyllabic.  His fine-motor skills were barely present; except when eating, his ability to grasp and manipulate things seemed like a daunting task for him.  And despite years of careful prompting and gentle prodding, he simply never spoke.  His first word, upon seeing his sister Brenda for the first time, was 'Yuck."  His parents were concerned that he might be mentally deficient.

It was discovered around age seven that Brick had an almost magical grasp of language, but rarely felt a need to speak- as if words were something too precious to waste.  Two Welsh wizards were talking to one another (in Welsh) about the duplicitous weather they'd been having, and he overheard their conversation.  After only a few short minutes of listening, he chimed in with a fully modulated (if short) reply, indicating a firm understanding of the morphology and syntax of the language.  A few hours later, when asked about what had happened, he shrugged his shoulders and gave a nondescript, "Dunno..."

He is the strong, silent type- he has always been the biggest thing around, and expects to receive anything he puts his mind to- mostly because others don't have the ability to physically object.  When it comes to food, he can be quite selfish- which is one of the primary reasons for his girth.  For Brick, little else matters than what he can stuff down his gullet.

Brick might be considered a 'bully' if it weren't for his almost obsequious nature with those he has befriended.  He will take things without asking, without remorse, and often by force- but usually only if it benefits others or he was directed to.  His little sister has taken advantage of this, making him her muscle on the school grounds and her the veritable queen.  She says it, he does it.  No fear, no sense of self-preservation.  And he doesn't complain, either.

In the recent past, his parents have welcomed a new child into the household- a little brother, Bernard.  Brick does not care for his brother, as he makes too much noise that doesn't mean anything and demands too much attention for no reason.  Brick has twice tried stuffing him into the woodbox, which has led his mother to pawn him off on her brother Radish for the summer.

Roleplay:
Reply as your character to the following:
Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
He was minding his own business, sitting there in the direct middle of the park (as measured from the corners).  And his business, at the moment, was listening to the bugs buzzing about in the bushes and the birds warbling in the trees.  They were happy sounds- which made him happy.

He liked happy.

"John, I said wait up!"

It was unhappy.  The girl looked about Brenda's age, riding a broom that looked suspiciously like Brenda's broom.  Was the girl a thief?  He made a fist and followed her gaze.  Oh, he thought, even his inner monologue reserved of speech, brother John.

The trio of boys were playing some sort of simple Quidditch game.  Brick loved Quidditch, but didn't really understand the game- his favorite part was when players got hit.  These three didn't even have a bludger to play with.  He looked around for a decent sized-rock.  If the girl asked him to, he was sure he could knock one off their broom.  From this distance?

No problem.  So when she turned towards him, he was ready.

"...do you want to play?"

He blinked at her a few times before turning his head back to the boys.

"No," he replied simply.  The girl didn't know how to play the game.  Like his sister did.  Had she said, "Come play with me," or "Peg my idiot brother with that rock," he'd have done so without thinking twice about it.  The answer was always 'no' when given a choice- he was content just sitting and listening to happy.

Though he hoped she might figure it out.


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