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Jackson Holbrook - Elsewhere Adult


Jackson Holbrook:

E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T
Character Name: Jackson Holbrook
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Blood Status: Pureblood

Hogwarts - Gryffindor


Private Investigator

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Exceptional Levels special request form here.

* Charms: 9
* Divination: 5
* Transfiguration: 8
* Summoning: 10Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

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Biography: (300 words minimum.)
For Everly Sutton & Adler Holbrook, it was love at first sight. Everly was a journalist and Adler was a potioneer for his family’s seven-generation potion shop. As a rookie journalist, Everly was sent to do a story on the old potion shop and the new Holbrook taking over the reins. It was like two halves of one soul finally reuniting- or so his father always claimed. They began dating in the spring, Adler proposed in the summer, and they were married in the fall of the same year.

Jackson was born to the happy couple three years into their marriage. His mother claims he came into the world already sporting skinned knees and smiling his devil-may-care smile. Two years later came his sister, Harlow. Who only got more annoying as she grew up— as siblings tended to do. Where Jackson was a reckless daredevil Harlow was cautious and shrewd. She learned early on that Jackson would do anything on a dare and that he could be manipulated pretty easily into doing what she wanted. Most of the trouble they got into was masterminded by Harlow and carried out by Jackson. They had a happy and idyllic childhood. They built forts and clubhouses all over the Holbrook property, took turns leading expeditions through the neighboring woods, and bickered almost constantly- driving their parents absolutely mad.

When he entered primary school Jackson learned that he and public school didn’t exactly jive. The school system as a whole didn’t tolerate his brand of pranking humor and didn’t have much in the way of a sense of humor. Mostly his time was spent bringing strongly worded notes home to his parents or sitting in detention watching the less humorous children playing at recess. Jackson longed for Hogwarts. The stories his parents told them sounded magical and fun-- nothing like the hellscape he was chained to for five hours a day and five days a week. He figured, if nothing else, Hogwarts would be better solely based on the fact that he could use magic and blow shit up.

Hogwarts was so much better in many ways. Jackson was sorted into Gryffindor before the hat even settled fully onto his head and was on a couple of professors' shitlists before his first week ended. In the colorful blur of magic and fun that was his first year, Jackson befriended a Slytherin named Sullivan. Jackson and Sullivan got on like a house on fire- much to the dismay of pretty much everyone around them who had to suffer through their ridiculousness. Sullivan became a permanent fixture in the Holbrook household, he spent nearly every vacation and summer with the family. At Hogwarts, they were a joint force of mayhem and trouble.

When not serving detention Jackson joined every club and extracurricular he could, sometimes even getting Sullivan to join. He made friends and enemies at almost the same rate but it didn’t really matter. All he needed was Sulli in his corner, everyone else could jump off a bridge for all he cared. He enjoyed potions and charms and passed his OWLs well enough. Quidditch was fun, photography was boring, chess was only entertaining for so long, choir was fun until he got kicked out. Jackson operated under the mindset that if he let any opportunity pass him by untried he was missing out. What if that one thing was the one thing that brought everything else together and gave him meaning? He couldn’t let that happen.

In the middle of his seventh year at Hogwarts his parents were found dead in their home. Jackson was suddenly the head of the household and had to make all of the adult decisions he’d never even considered before. He used up what was left of his parent’s meager savings to pay off the funeral costs and didn’t even have time to grieve their loss before debtors came out of the woodwork. His parents had, allegedly, racked up a lot of debt trying to keep Holbrook Potions afloat and various other weird expenses that Jackson couldn’t wrap his mind around at the time. He dropped out of Hogwarts to work around the clock at any odd job he could get to try and keep the family home. But despite his best efforts it just wasn’t enough to keep the house and pay off the mountain of debt his parents had accrued.

As Holbrook Potions was the only thing he didn’t owe on Jackson had no other choice but to sell off his family’s home and move into the old quarters above the shop. This paid off a good portion of the debt and went a long way towards monthly expenses, as they didn’t have to pay rent on the family business that had been paid off three generations ago. Jackson kept his sister in school, worked hard to pay down their parent’s debt, and keep them from going hungry.

By the time he was twenty Jackson was able to breathe. Harlow was getting Holbrook Potions up and running again and was bringing in money too. They were finally in a okay-ish place financially and Jackson could focus on other things. Like his parents deaths. Which was just crazy. It just didn't make sense. Jackson had never believed his parents had committed suicide and had trusted in the authorities to find the truth. This never happened.

There was not a chance in hell that his parents committed suicide and left their children, their dumb sheltered children who didn’t know how to cook for themselves let alone how to go about getting jobs, to fend for themselves. Jackson decided to investigate the case himself which, seven years later, remains unsolved. He has a theory (Harlow calls it a conspiracy theory and Sullivan has dubbed it the hit list) but as it includes some powerful people he has to wait to burn it all down until he has his ducks in a row.

This investigation into their deaths turned itself into an actual job that pays the bills most days. He still has to take on odd jobs during the slow months but for the most part, Jackson is a pretty good Private Investigator. Half of his job is uncovering infidelity and the other half consists of finding lost people, pets, and items. He doesn’t garner a lot of respect with law enforcement as they mostly see him as an annoyance but Jackson loves the work. With his sister running Holbrook Potions and finally being financially stable-ish, Jackson can focus on bringing his parents justice.

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Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Stakeouts were probably the most difficult part of his job because of the waiting. The waiting killed him. Jackson was not a patient man. He could wait for a good twenty minutes, thirty if he was well fed- but anything past that was a long shot. But it was the job so Jackson waited as he had been doing for twenty-three minutes.

His mark was across the street inside a cozy little shop while he was outside freezing his arse off. But again, it was part of the job. And he loved his job-- he had to remember that fact. It was hard to remember while waiting in the falling snow for almost thirty minutes but it was true all the same.

He was his own boss, he made his own hours, and he took whatever cases interested him. What was there not to like about that?

Checking his notes and marking the store down for future investigations, Jackson absentmindedly stepped out of the way of an oncoming box and its owner. The man went down and a box fell into his chest. Jackson omphed at the impact and tried to catch the box but it was too late. The box and its owner were strewn across the snow-covered pavement. And he had something all over him.

At first, he thought it was just loads of raw loose noodles all over him. Then the fleeting thought of snakes hit him and made his blood pound for a long moment. But noodles and snakes were not shiny. No, it was tinsel. Loads of tinsel.

"You alright?" Jackson plucked a strand of the shiny stuff out of his hair as he eyed the man getting to his feet. He pinched more tinsel off of himself and grinned at the man. "What party are you going to and can I come?"

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