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[19 Nov 2009|05:52pm] |
Out of Character
Name: Beth
Age: 26
Email: next10lifetimes@gmail.com
AIM: badgertango
Timezone: PST
Experience:
Past
Mudbloodbath @ Greatestjournal (Neville Longbottom)
Underground University @ Livejournal (Terry Boot, Lee Jordan, Ernie Macmillan, Adrian Pucey)
New Dark Rising @ Insanejournal (Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hermione Granger, Adrian Pucey, Alicia Spinnet)
Snitched @ Insanejournal (Padma Patil)
The Alley [MOD] @ Insanejournal (Daphne Greengrass, Ernie Macmillan, Adrian Pucey, George Weasley)
It's Madness! @ Insanejournal (Roger Davies, Adrian Pucey, Alicia Spinnet, Charlie Weasley)
Wellborn @ Insanejournal (Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood)
Tea Trolley @ Insanejournal (Hannah Abbott, Angelina Johnson, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Bill Weasley)
Wizarding Singles @ Insanejournal (Hannah Abbott, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas)
A New Perspective @ Insanejournal (Angelina Johnson, Neville Longbottom, Oliver Wood)
Contentious @ Insanejournal (Katie Bell)
Quoth the Raven @ Insanejournal (Hannah Abbott, Penelope Clearwater, Angelina Johnson, Neville Longbottom, Andromeda Tonks, Bill Weasley)
The Gossip Witch @ Insanejournal (Padma Patil, Fleur Delacour Weasley, Oliver Wood)
Unforgiven @ Insanejournal (Neville Longbottom, Alphonse Travers)
Crack it Up @ Insanejournal (Charlie Weasley)
Waddiwasi @ Insanejournal (Jonathan Martin)
Dark Mark Rising @ Insanejournal (Remus Lupin)
Foresight @ Insanejournal (Remus Lupin)
Advena Magia @ Insanejournal (Ted Tonks)
Gilded Court @ Insanejournal (Ted Tonks, Oliver Wood)
Current
Unforgiven @ Insanejournal (Remus Lupin, William Weasley)
Between Worlds @ Insanejournal (Amelia Bones, Alicia Spinnet, William Weasley,Herman Wintringham)
In Character
Full Name: Myron Augustus Wagtail
Other Names: Myra, Wags, Wagsy, Hey you
Played By: Julian Casablancas
Date of Birth: December 25, 1970 (yes, he's a Christmas baby and detests it)
Former House: Slytherin
Years: 1982-1989
Blood Status: Halfblood
Family: Nora and Mitchell Smythe (mum and step-dad he refuses to acknowledge, also he's disowned), Bailey Wagtail (sister, older) Richard Wagtail (father, deceased)
Pet(s): Snakey - a snake
Hobbies: Music, writing music, playing music, did I mention music?
Other:
Personality: Myron is arrogant. There is no doubt about it. To the outside world he acts like he is the ruler of the world, and that everyone should bow and respect him. He always praises himself and looks down on ninety percent of the population simply because he can. He can do no wrong. But, even though Myron comes off as arrogant – to the select few he chooses to open up to, he is self-conscious, almost scarily so.
Emotions are something he has never really dealt well with. He tends to hide most of them away and locks certain things away. If pushed enough he will break and turn into a mess, but that is only if they know what buttons to push and what to say and do to break him. He will clam back up surely enough and the incident will be pushed to the back of his mind as soon as possible.
He is unerringly loyal to the people that he trusts. Myron trusts people easily, always giving people who he deems are worthy the benefit of the doubt. However, as soon as the trust is lost is it near on impossible to gain it back. He doesn’t believe in second chances, and the few times he has given them the process of gaining his trust back has been long, and drawn out. It takes a lot to get it back, and some people find that perhaps it is not worth it.
He is willing to go to any length to make sure the important people in his life are happy. The basic gist of it is that if they are happy, then that is fine by him. If it doesn’t go his way, fine. As long as they are alright. This also means that when it comes to his friends he is fiercely overprotective of them, standing up for them, ready to fight and die in their battles. He can be a little overwhelming at times, but it’s out of a good heart so it’s hard to stay mad at him for a long time.
He is determined and very stubborn and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He doesn’t hesitate to think of the darker side of things, such as murder and torture, blackmailing is perfectly legal in the right circumstances and really, threats can do a lot of good. He will flirt and charm people, occasional saying something inappropriate, however will open doors and carry books. He will resort to sex if need be to get what he wants.
Sexuality: Straight
Past/Current Relationships: None, save for like a bunch of a one night stands
Physical Appearance: Myron is pretty average to look at, nothing overly special and simply there. He's nice to look at for sure, approachable definitely. He looks like someone who'd be more willing to give you a hug that anything else. Of course when it comes to his music that is a different matter. He has no issue dressing up, doing whatever sounds cool, crazy antics that usually involve fake tattoos (or in a few cases his real ones), eyeliner, girls clothes, crazy costumes etc etc.
Affiliations: His band, Kirley
Occupation: Employee at Flourish and Blotts (he's ashamed to admit that he stocks books)
Part in the war: War??? What war??? Or are you talking about the Battle of the Bands, because we could beat them any day of the week!
History:
Looking at the mess of human existence that is Myron Wagtail, you’d never guess that he was actually a pretty happy child. Clearly, this didn’t last long, but it’s still there. Born to Richard and Nora, Myron was welcomed into the world with an abundance of love and a five-year-old sister, Bailey, who was both jealous of and intrigued by the newcomer in her life. While it isn’t fair to say that Myron was spoiled, he certainly got the love and attention he needed, and his parents more than provided for his physical needs. Because his mum was often at practice, or at a game, and he wasn’t entirely fond of Quidditch, Myron wound up spending most of his time with Richard, and he very quickly came to idolize his Da. Da was a great man, always open and warm, and he could take Myron out on some of his fieldwork in magizoology, and they listened to Da’s rock albums (of the magical and Muggle varieties), and little Myron wanted to be just like his amazing Da. Honestly, the only thing he didn’t have that he wanted was his mum’s approval that he was growing up to be just like Da, but he told himself that he could get by without it. Maybe she didn’t think he was just like Da, and maybe she didn’t like his disinterest in Quidditch, and maybe Bailey got Mum’s attention more, and maybe Mum and Da stopped really getting along when Myron was eight, but Myron had Da, and that was all he needed.
Until October during Myron’s first year. Like most other kids, he’d gotten his Hogwarts acceptance letter, and was more than a little excited to get to school and see if he’d be in his Da’s former House, his Mum’s former House, or somewhere different entirely. He especially wanted to succeed at school, but not because he wanted to actually learn the magic. The more accurate description of what Myron wanted is that he wanted to do better than Bailey had at school, so Mum would be forced to acknowledge him. And there wasn’t anything that was going to keep him from achieving this. He gave the Sorting Hat a good deal of trouble in picking a House, since, really, the only one that was right out was Ravenclaw (a fact that Myron unconsciously took as an accusation of stupidity on his part, instead of as the simple fact that he wasn’t interested in learning for learning’s sake), but, eventually, he got sorted into Slytherin… and promptly went about the business of finding friends in other Houses. It honestly wasn’t anything against the other Slytherins, but Myron got very distinct vibes from them, and said vibes happened to say that they were only interested in him at all because his Mum was a famous Quidditch player. He distinctly got the same vibes from most of the Gryffindors – who also expected him to be good at Quidditch, just because his Mum and sister were, and were all shocked when he told them that he hated the sport – and, thus, didn’t have many friends there. Even though he, himself, wasn’t a Ravenclaw, he gravitated towards them, thinking that their brains could help him achieve his goal of doing better than Bailey, and he rather liked the Hufflepuffs because, if they spent time with him, he could know that they were doing it because they liked him, not because they wanted free tickets to see the Prides play the Harpies, or something stupid like that.
Just before school was supposed to start, though, Robert got invited to go along on a potentially dangerous field expedition in Myanmar; one of his colleagues and friends had stumbled, he thought, on at least five new species of magical creature while there alone, and he wanted a trusted circle of collaborators to come back with him to verify his claims before they went publishing anything. Robert was unsure of the mission, but Myron thought it sounded like the most brilliant adventure ever and he vociferously encouraged Robert to go. He did so until Robert agreed and went, promising that he’d be back in time for Christmas. As it turns out, Robert’s worries weren’t unfounded at all: in mid-October, while he was examining one of the new species of magical snake (which had been docile and cooperative until now), Robert accidentally startled his charge and sustained large bites on his neck, chest, and wrist; even if the wounds hadn’t been so well-placed, the venom acted quickly and there wasn’t an anti-venom in the researchers’ camp. Robert never had a chance. Myron and Bailey were owled about their father’s death while they were still at school, and Mum refused to let them leave school to come to the funeral. Myron tried asking about her reasoning, because he desperately wanted to know why he wasn’t going to be allowed at his beloved Da’s funeral, but all Mum said was that he needed to be at school, studying. Her real reasoning came out over the Christmas hols.
Nora had, it seemed, been having a two-year affair. When talking about Mitchell, a member of the Ministry’s Department of Magical Games and Sports, to Myron and Bailey, she used a lot of phrases that Myron couldn’t quite make heads or tails of: “your father practically abandoned me for most of the year,” “adults get lonely in very special ways,” and “Mitchell’s been there for me, in ways your father couldn’t be.” What was Mum on about? How could she talk about Da that way, and only two months after he’d died? It wasn’t fair, in Myron’s eyes, and anyone who’d thought that he’d taken Robert’s death badly was clearly in for a wake-up call. After his Da’s death, Myron had been a little touchy. He suddenly didn’t like talking about how brilliant his Da was, he hardly touched the magizoology magazines that Nora still sent up to him at school, he ate enough but only barely, he started having nightmares – but this was all fairly normal grieving, and it got better as time went on. Once he’d learned about Mum’s boyfriend and how long they’d been together, though, he wasn’t just depressed; he was depressed and angry. He still tried to do better than Bailey at school, but he became single-mindedly focused on doing so, and, when he wasn’t doing that, he was usually talking back to professors and breaking rules. Sure, he was ashamed at the first owl that had to get sent home about his behavior, but, as far as he was concerned, his Mum and Stupid Mitchell deserved it.
What this earned him was a trip to a mental Healer over summer hols. The signs that he needed some help were fairly obvious – he was acting out after spending most of his life as a docile little boy; he didn’t like sleeping, and fought back every time Mum or Mitchell tried to get him into bed; he’d gotten taller, but had lost weight instead of gained it; and he still wasn’t reading his magizoology magazines – but Nora and Mitchell were at a loss for what to do. The Healer explained her hypothesis that Myron’s behavior was fairly consistent with that of other children who’d lost parents and gained (effective) stepparents, and she suggested that Nora and Mitchell provide him with a few creative outlets. So Myron found himself introduced to art and music; at first, he didn’t want to take the art lessons, considering art to be a “girls’ activity,” but, after the second lesson, he was already rambling about how much he loved drawing, and painting, and using the colored pencils. Music wound up being harder on Nora and Mitchell than on him: following the example of Da’s rock albums, Myron insisted on learning the guitar; he had to suffer through piano first, but got the guitar after his second year at Hogwarts, and got an electric guitar (as well as his owl, John Lennon) for his thirteenth birthday. Once he had said electric guitar, it was nigh on impossible to make him put it down, even if it didn’t work at school; when he was home, his Mum and her boyfriend found themselves being quite tortured by his loud music.
Then Nora and Mitchell exchanged their “I dos” early in the June between Myron’s second and third years at Hogwarts, and things changed dramatically, for the worst. First, this wasn’t Bailey’s concern, being that she was already eighteen and living on her own, but Myron found himself adopted, and found his legal surname hyphenated to include Stupid Mitchell’s name. Second, now that Stupid Mitchell had officially become part of the family, he considered that he could take more liberties with Nora’s children; although Bailey wasn’t involved, to Myron’s knowledge (since, again, she was eighteen and living on her own), Myron was on the receiving end of more than his fair share of poor treatment. He wasn’t physically neglected by any stretch of the imagination, but Mitchell started prompting Nora to do things she’d never done before. If they were staying out late after a game, they almost never left notice and, since he couldn’t cook, Myron either had to make himself a sandwich or go calling on one of his Muggle friends nearby. Nora didn’t even pretend to pay attention when Myron told her about his amazing marks, and Mitchell was utterly unimpressed, as though, even with incredibly marks, Myron needed to do better. He never outright called Myron stupid and worthless, but he implied both pretty heavily, and the implications were enough to take hold on Myron’s insecurities and make him start beating himself up. Another fatal thing that happened over these summer hols: one of Myron’s Muggle friends invited him to a party while his parents were out, and, at said party, Myron had his first drink and got buzzed for the first time. At the second party, he got stoned for the first time. At the third, he put the two together.
There would be even more of these parties in the summer hols to follow, but Myron remained firmly focused on doing better in school than Bailey did, and making Nora acknowledge that Mitchell was wrong in calling him stupid and worthless. In Myron’s mind, it wasn’t even him vs. Bailey anymore; it was him vs. Mitchell, and Bailey’s former performance was just the minimum that he had to aspire to. Third and fourth years went swimmingly, with Myron getting the same impressive marks that he always had (even though he was notably more withdrawn than he’d ever been and got progressively further into his studying), and the summer hols between third and fourth years, then fourth and fifth years, went just as badly as the first with Mitchell. Although he was going to his Muggle friends’ parties more frequently, Myron truly didn’t have any problems; he was just engaging in normal adolescent stupidity, really. True enough, he viewed the parties as a way to escape from Stupid Mum and Bloody Mitchell, whereas his friends viewed them as just an excuse to have fun, but he honestly didn’t overindulge in the drink and drugs that were available.
Then fifth year came, and OWLs were on the horizon. Although things started all right for Myron, his extreme studying tactics quickly blew up in his face. He wouldn’t sleep for days at a time, only to pass out or blow something up in class and end up in the Hospital Wing, detention, or both. He occasionally sleepwalked, or faded out and came to somewhere completely random, like the Charms corridor or out by Hagrid’s hut, without a cloak on, in the middle of winter. He nearly stopped eating entirely – eating was great, but it was time out that he needed to spend making sure that his marks were perfect – and his immune system nearly self-destructed, which also had him in and out of the Hospital Wing. And the end effect of everything was that, in trying to get perfect marks, Myron pretty much shot himself in the foot: his marks in school fell sharply, which eventually earned him a trip to Dumbledore’s office, wherein he dully and robotically insisted that nothing was wrong, and, although his OWL scores were admirable (especially considering everything he’d done to himself), they were lower than what he’d hoped for, they were lower than what everyone had expected of him, and they were certainly lower than Bailey’s had been.
Naturally, this did not help things with Bloody Mitchell; it only served to make things worse. Instead of dealing in implications, Mitchell went right to calling Myron stupid and worthless, which would’ve been bad enough if Myron hadn’t already been telling himself the same thing. He’s still convinced that it’s a miracle that he made it through that summer without killing himself or Mitchell, and he mostly did it because he went binge drinking every weekend with his Muggle friends. Being drunk meant not having to deal with his feelings, and Myron didn’t really care that he was killing his liver in the process. He only barely made it through his sixth year, which was filled with poor marks, acting out, detentions, and getting busted with alcohol more than his fair share of times. The highlight of the year was a trip to Dumbledore’s office, earned after Myron had shown up late to Charms, reeking of alcohol; although Dumbledore tried his best, Myron just told him to piss off until he eventually broke down crying.
It took a good deal of work to convince him not to leave Hogwarts because Myron was rather convinced that he should leave the school, go away from Stupid Mum and Bloody Mitchell and live his own life. But if not for Dumbledore and a select few others, he would've been living on the streets. So, he went back for his seventh year of schooling after being cut off from his Mum and Mitchell, attempting to remain sober when it came to drugs and alcohol. He was a little bit successful, even though he had relapsed several times during the year and attempting to detox during the school year was probably not one of the best ideas.
He spent winter hols with his friend and he was still struggling with sobriety since he had relapsed once or twice already but he had learned over time to replace the alcohol and drugs with coffee and gum. By the time school was finished, Myron finished with an impressive (or to his standards) 4 N.E.W.T.s.
After he finished his schooling, Myron immediately had the idea of starting a rock band and a rock god in the process. But yet being a rock god wasn't something that was not achieved overnight, much to Myron's chagrin and so he decided to get a job. Eventually, he ended up with two of them - janitorial work at the Leaky Cauldron and stocking books at Flourish and Blotts.
Myron thought he could easily handle two jobs, even if it meant working in a bar. Sure, he would be around alcohol, so he was fine by that until one night he was called into work and saw a barfight that went bad, leading to both participants ending up going to Mungo's.
It definitely made Myron rethink his stance when it came to alcohol and he decided to entertain the rock god idea once more. So, he approached Kirley (and by approached I mean annoyed incessantly) his friend about the idea until he gave in. They were going to be famous!
But yet, starting a new band was hard and what with working only one job, Myron got Kirley to move in with him so they could split the rent, get all the equipment and book gigs without running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. He worked his arse off with his normal job, band, and gigs, but was determined that they were going to make it or die trying.
Samples
A link to a previous journal or thread will suffice if the character has been played before.
Journal:
So, the band's starting to form nicely. Real nice. Need to think of a name though for it since I don't think Kirley McCormack, Myron Wagtail, and Heathcote Barbary sounds catchy enough. It sounds fucking boring if you ask me. And too fucking wordy. We're not three separate people, we're one fucking band guys!
Also, we need a bassist and a drummer. All bands have them y'know; unless our claim to fame is a singer and two guitarists, which is pretty fucking awesome. Just need to talk to Heathcote and Kirls when we're going to be doing the next around of auditions. Hopefully soon, real soon. Because if we can get some new songs written out to play at our gigs, it would rock. Awesomely.
And fuck, I had something else I was going to say but I forgot what it was. Musn't have been too fucking important then.
Oh wait, remembered what it was. Got a fucking howler from our fucking landlord saying he doesn't appreciate us playing our music at 2 in the morning. Apparently he doesn't appreciate music which is a downright shame.
But this gives me an idea. And it's bloody brilliant guys! So brilliant I wish I thought about it sooner. Why don't we write a song about our landlord? That way we can get him to appreciate our music and we have a demo track to pitch around when looking for managers/record labels/etcera and it could be our first big single.
Merlin, I am such a genius at times.
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