Briar Reeyne Michaels

[briar]

WHAT ARE WE DOING
FLYING A CAR ?



WE'RE ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD

FULL NAME: BRIAR REEYNE MICHAELS
NICKNAMES: Nope! Well, her most annoying (though she says this fondly) brother calls her Sprite, but that’s about it.
AGE: Fourteen.
YEAR: Fourth Year.
HOUSE: Gryffindor
CODE WORD: [Removed by Admin]

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I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE HAVEN'T CRASHED YET

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FACE CLAIM: Abigail Breslin
EYE COLOUR: Slate
HAIR COLOUR: Dirty-Blond/Light Brown
HEIGHT: 5’1
WEIGHT: 105 lbs.
APPEARANCE: Briar has numerous tiny scars, most of them almost invisible, from her many misadventures (though she always claims they were worth it in the end). She’s rather a petite sort of girl, though most of her family falls on the tall side—much to her annoyance. Briar can also always be seen with a scarf. She loves them dearly—but only the soft ones! The softness is what makes them amazing.

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WE CRASHED IT RIGHT INTO THE WHOMPING WILLOW

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LIKES:

• Books. Give Briar a book and she will devour it within a day.
  
• Flying. (on a broomstick, of course) What’s not to like about free-falling but not to your death?
  
• Exploration. All those things out there to discover and solve. Memories are what make a lifetime, so why not go out there and make some?
  
• Scarves. Briar always has a bunch.
  
• Trees. Kinda a random topic, but each tree has a story to tell. Briar’s always like that about them.
  
• Caaaandy!
  
• Sketching. Briar likes to sketch people, the more interesting, the better. (though she enjoys a good tree as well).

DISLIKES:

• Math. Thank god muggle school’s over.
  
• Chocolate— quite surprisingly, she finds it too bitter.
  
• Deforestation. Briar’s protective of her trees. >>
  
• Being Underground.
  
• Having nothing to do.
  
• The Unsolvable. Hah. Briar laughs in the face of unsolvable problems—but that doesn’t stop her from being irritated at them.

BOGGART: Briar really, really does not like the cold. Even more so freezing waters. She got lost in a snow-storm once—and to make matters even worse, she managed to stagger her way across a frozen river and fall in. Cold and Briar don’t do well together—snow is fine, as long as she’s warm inside all the coats. Maybe that’s why she loves scarves? (though it’s more likely she just likes the softness of them)
MIRROR OF ERISED: OPENING A SCARF FACTORY FTW. No. It probably changes with the day for Briar, she’s a sort of ‘wouldn’t this be great?’ one day, and ‘what about this?!’ the next.
PATRONUS: Probably some kind of wolf. Tail-wagging with friends, and stumbling over their own paws/chasing their own tails just for the fun of it—but at another glance hair-standing on end, teeth baring and one of the most enduring, loyal, and stubborn animals to date.
PERSONALITY: Briar’s got a layered sort of personality. She's highly competitive, cocky, and jokingly boastful— and growing up youngest in a house with five siblings as worn her patience and temper thin. Briar tends to be rather youngly-naïve at times, but makes up for her lack of age with sly responses and catches onto things pretty quick. She’s clueless when it comes to anything romantic on her part, but if anything—Briar loves a problem or puzzle to be solved. The girl adores exploration and danger, one of her fatal flaws being that she simply ignores all the warning signs and hints of danger with a laugh and a joke. She takes every situation she can, no matter how bad, and makes a joke out of it. On the other hand, Briar can be insightful and rather protective. She hates to see others in pain, and actually means it (rather than just going through the motions) when she says, 'how are you?'

On the negative side, Briar has a tendency to ball up every emotion she's ever experienced and keep it locked away. She's never one to talk about feelings, but her gentle and protective side would listen both seriously and carefully to a friend who's more open. She has a short fused temper, and readily defends her strong beliefs no matter who or what else is happening around her. Ontop of that, Briar will refuse to stand down or give up-- even if a gun (or wand in this case) is pointed at her forehead. She'll continue to stand back up, even if it means getting another blow to the head. While this may be a handy trait in certain situations-- it can also be a fatal one. It wouldn't be surprising if Briar met her end that way.

All in all, Briar’s a sweet kid—sharp, impossibly stubborn, rather compassionate, protective, and things tend to break whenever she touches them. She probably relies on Lady Luck a lot more than she should, but you can always count on her to make a joke and cheer you up in the dimmest of times. However, at her core, Briar can be lenient, gentle, quiet and rather vulnerable—using her ever cheerful self as a sort of shield that she protects herself with. (this shield is also heavily reinforced with epic one-liners, poking wars, and sarcasm) Don’t get me wrong, Briar’s generally just a loving person, but in fever, dreams, nightmares, injury—anything abnormal—you might just get a devastating insight to this ever confident girl.

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WAND: 10 ¾ inches, cedar, phoenix feather.
BLOOD STATUS: pureblood
PARENTS: Alison, 44, Investigative Healer (as in, she finds the roots of magically caused poisons, injuries, sicknesses, etc). Thomas, 45, Sr. National Advertisement Manager for a large Broom-Stick Company.
SIBLINGS: Thomas, 21, Hogwarts Graduate. Carry, 19, Hogwarts Graduate. Juliet, 19, Hogwarts Graduate. John, 16, Sixth Year Hogwarts.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Both of Briar’s parents are paid well, and she’s very fortunate to have a moderately sized house in a mostly ½ muggle ½ wizard community with such a large family. It’s not a mansion, but there’s enough room so that her siblings aren’t constantly grating her nerves.
HISTORY: It’s a typical story. Wizard meets witch after Wizard and Witch’s mutual friend introduces Wizard to Witch. Wizard and Witch fall in love. Wizard and Witch decide to make miniature Wizards and Witches. One of whom was Briar Reeyne Michaels. Briar grew up after her four older siblings, in a rather nice house with parents who were nice and had nice jobs and everything was nice and boring, okay?! I mean, you got to have some characters with averagely nice histories—not everyone can have an interesting life!

^Briar disagrees with this statement.

From the start, Briar was always adventurous. Her nice house in a nice neighborhood with (well, maybe not all the time) nice siblings was far too dull for her taste. From the start, U.F.O’s were often spotted above the nice neighborhood as Briar hijacked her brother’s broomstick and had late-night adventures on the not-so-nice forest on the edge of this nice town. She was a good kid, sure—always very sweet and stuff, but her longing for excitement often got her into trouble and the hospitals she learned to loathe.

Hogwarts came. Within the first three weeks, Briar had managed to land herself in detention for excitedly following some tour the 7th years in her house were giving to in Forbidden forest. (She had already thoroughly explored it herself earlier, but she thought the tour might’ve covered something she’d missed). She didn’t mean anything by it, she just wanted to learn. Her next incident involved herself popping out of an unknown secret passageway and startling a fourth-year into nearly stupefying her. (She ducked of course, but fell into trouble as the hex hit her friend behind her). Another few more and she was staring at her hands quietly in front of the Headmaster. To her complete and utter surprise, he suggested that she try the library instead.

It worked. Sure, Briar still loved to go on long broomstick rides with her friends, or attempt to accesses the no doubtedly breathtaking view from atop the roof of the tallest tower at Hogwarts—but now she had books. Books that taught her how to make paper birds fly, or give her a map of the underground caverns beneath the lake instead of her trying to dive down there herself. She picked up sketching as a hobby instead of Giant Spider dueling (though that was always a good time) and made it a goal to sketch every person at Hogwarts instead of kill every Spider in the forest (nasty things). As second year came, and her 6th year older siblings earned enough Howlers from her parents to keep a more watchful eye on her, Quidditch and books and exams and art and everything was enough to keep Briar busy.

For the most part anyways.

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THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT LIVING WITH THE

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NAME/ALIAS: Daze. Call me Daze.
EXPERIENCE: Oh, probably… four years?
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Looking for ad response!
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope! None… yet. Bahahaha…
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (Oh, boy. Well, you asked for it. )

Oh, no. It was raining.

Not that Briar minded much—she was a tough little fourteen-year-old. Besides, she was on a mission—and God help anyone who was planning on stopping her. The rain, despite being downright FREEZING and a sheet of water that instantly drenched her to the bone, did not seem to faze the girl as she stared upwards into the starry sky. Her black and yellow robes felt a million pounds heavier-- making any movement difficult and slow, but they did their job of keeping her warm... for the most part. Any other time she would’ve instantly darted back inside, hissing like an annoyed cat, but today was special.

After all, it was December 31st. 11:53 PM if her water-crusted watch was still working properly—a.k.a—a few minutes before the New Year.

Back at home, they would always have fireworks upon the first strike of midnight. Whether the idea was foreign or unheard of, Briar was horrified at the blank stares of student and staff alike. Surely, surely, they were planning on having fireworks at Hogwarts this year? On the New Year? Well, they hadn't had any last year-- but the years before that, Briar had been (in chronological order),

a.) With her parents for Winter Break
b.) Sleeping off a broken arm she had… ah, acquired, after *cough* tripping up the stairs in her bead here, at Hogwarts.
c.) Back home again with family for Winter Break
d.) Standing outside in the pouring down rain, determined to create a something that resembled at least one firework.

And d.) was her mission. Truly, she really should be in bed back in her dorm-- or at one of the parties set up by various 6th and 7th years-- but sleep was boring, and wild parties were never really her thing. Both of those things could wait when there were fireworks to be made.

Briar had experimented, of course. She wasn't walking to catch hypothermia with no idea what she was doing in the first place. Despite it being cold and miserable enough to (why wasn't it snowing? Surely, it was cold enough to be snowing, not raining) set the weaker willed to tears—the girl was strangely elated as she trodded out from the entrance of the school and onto the hilly grounds she sought. There was no conscious ringing in the back of the girl's mind that she might be caught, and there were several reasons for that. One, Briar was just generally that cocky. Two, who but her would be so bloody mad as to go running around at midnight, in the middle of winter, in the rain, in hopes of creating fireworks for the world (who was mostly asleep anyways) to see?

Well, Briar preferred the word 'inspired' rather than mad. Mad was a strong word, no?

Finally, the girl reached her destination. It was a location just inside the large expanse of walls that commanded Hogwarts, and somewhere where the Ravenclaws could spy the colors from their tower, the Gryffindors from their barred windows, the Slytherines from their looking-glasses, and even the Hufflepuffs from their solitary windows just above ground. Stopping upon the very top of the small hill; watching the Hogwarts castle wink at her fro the distance of, oh, a thousand yards or so?-- Briar grinned. She stared up at the starry sky, having to squint as the harsh rain pounded down upon her bright eyes, hood falling off her mane of blond curls and soaking what little was dry. Do you think the girl minded, though, as she raised her oak wand to the heavens? Her watch glimmered in the light of her 'lumos', and she waited patiently, teeth chattering behind her growing grin, for the New Year to arrive.

12:00.

One wand pointed straight up, never wavering side shivers and excitement.

"Alarte Ascendare!--" Came the shout, and bright eyes gleaming, Briar's voice fell to a whisper, "--lumos maxiumos... colores.”
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And that is my typical starter post, perhaps a bit longer. :3

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