Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 17:48:12 GMT -5
ethan emmanuel banks
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
AGE: seventeen
SCHOOL: present
YEAR: seventh
HOUSE: slytherin
OCCUPATION: N/A
BLOOD TYPE: pureblood
WAND TYPE: twelve inches, sphinx fur, mahogany
PETS: N/A
ABILITIES: none, currently
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LIKES: puzzles, reading, running.
DISLIKES: socks, mushrooms, attention.
BIGGEST FEAR: paralysis.
PERSONALITY: focused, insightful, curious, instinctive, intelligent, coordinated, intelligent, wry, ambivalent, coarse, awkward, stoic, silent.
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MOTHER: sandra banks
FATHER: marcus earhart
SIBLINGS: N/A
HISTORY: A young, impressionable Sandra Banks was orphaned at the Battle of Hogwarts, both of her parents killed by Death Eaters. Despite the grander victory for the entire Wizarding World, Sandra was left in mourning, and very much alone. She was a sole survivor in her family; only distant relatives (not associated with her at all) were left. Awkward and unsure of herself, Sandra felt she couldn’t call on them, and instead tried to pick up the pieces of her life as best she could with the help of her school friends and what was left to her in her parents’ wills. It would take time for those around her to realize, but the loss of her parents and the aftermath of the war changed Sandra significantly, forever. For many, time heals wounds, but for Sandra, time would only be her ruin.
She got a job at the ministry in the newly formed Department of Reconstruction (so created to help rebuild the infrastructure of British Wizarding society after the accumulated casualties it took during the war), and was quickly taken with a Marcus Earhart, a young (but older than her) and dashing man who had charisma and spirit. He was an important face of reconstruction, inspiring everyone he met to join together to rebuild the world that they all loved so much. Sandra, young and naive and still in mourning, saw him as a beacon of hope. As her boss, the pair spent quite a bit of time together, and it didn't take very long for his sweet and soothing nature to win her over. She was completely infatuated with him. But Marcus, flighty and young himself, saw nothing special in poor little Sandra, a pathetic heap who clung to anyone she could for moral support. She was pretty though, very pretty, and after one night in the office of two many drinks, irresponsibility got the better of both of them, and they found themselves tangled up on his desk for one night of instant gratification.
When she discovered she was pregnant, besides the shock, she was quite frightened, she was comforted only by the fact that she loved Marcus and she was sure that he felt the same for her. Marcus, however, refused to acknowledge the tryst that the pair had taken part him. He ignored Sandra as best he could, and she didn't understand why he did. Denial was difficult for her. He left faster than anyone could have anticipated. Sandra alone and bearing a child that she would be forced to raise without his help. She was torn apart, more alone than ever, relying heavily on her friends for almost anything. Many mental wounds had never properly healed. She hadn’t been the same since her parents’ murders, and Marcus’ refusal to acknowledge their child ensured that she would never be the same again. Halfway through her pregnancy, she was forced to quit her job, unable to work from nervousness and frequent anxiety attacks. She would rarely leave her house ever again.
Thankfully, she had loyal friends, albeit few. She was nursed through the pain of abandonment and the pain of childbirth alike, finding comfort only in the prospect of a son, albeit the son of a man who did not care for her. Ethan was a quiet child, not a spitting image of his father, but bearing enough resemblance to pain his mother as he grew older. There were many blissful years where he did not question the identity of his father, blissful being a delicate term. Sandra was not the present mother she should have been, encouraging her son as she should have. Instead, she was distant and cross, finding peace in the years where she did not need to discuss her circumstances. It was not simply Marcus that she missed, but the pure feeling of compassion extended towards her- but she never went to seek it. Mental instability kept her chained to her house. Ethan, from a young age, took on the majority of the household responsibilities, and self-raised himself, not afraid to teach himself how to use his mother's wand before he reached Hogwarts. He had no choice, really.
Ethan, rather self-isolating for his first few years of childhood, kept himself busy the only ways he knew how. He bent his mind, he learned to read, he explored the entire area for miles around his house (very fond of his skateboard and bicycle). He was a very educated child, whose words, though few, were unbelievable to those who met him. His Hogwarts letter came at a wonderful time- he used it as an excuse to bother his mother about his father, something he rarely, if ever, did. She, a woman of nearly thirty, could barely discuss it. She gave him a name and a short story, her twisted brain unable to separate her son and her previous lover. She was a lost cause; Ethan felt nothing, well...eventually. First confusion, then anger, then nothing. He refused to, he’d never really felt compassion from her, he did not know how to return it. His idea of the parent-child relationship was just...different. For the remainder of his life, his family life stayed very private.
However, Hogwarts was good for him. He was sorted into Slytherin, which was a bit of a surprise for everyone who knew him. True, the stigma of Slytherins had long faded, but there was still a certain stereotype associated with the institution. A determination, a cunning aggressiveness that no one though Ethan, at age eleven, would ever possess. But through his school years, he was shown to be an accomplished student, who, when he put himself to a task, would complete it diligently and with effort. He asked for no recognition in return, a modest young lad (the quality which many people joked kept him out of the prideful Gryffindor).
He was never one for Quidditch despite loving the outdoors. He could often be found with a book or a chess set out by the lake or the edge of the forest, bumming around with some of his buddies. He’d made some steady friends, despite being quieter. They appreciated him for his quick and quiet wit, choosing his few words effortlessly, able to make them laugh or cringe with his choices. By his seventh year, he’d dated a couple girls (all of his relationships being very private and focused, usually with girls that were older than he was), become captain of the chess team, and had done pretty well in most of his classes (excelling at Ancient Runes and Arithmancy). What's next for Ethan? Let's find out...
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