Group: Level 2: Law Enforcement
Member No.: 90
Joined: 17-July 08
Character Info--E.B. Braun (superiors would call him 'Braun' or 'Elior,' but his friends call him 'E.B.')
Age: 24 (born July 7, 1994)
Muggle Studies - O
Care of Magical Creatures – E
Charms – E
Defense Against the Dark Arts – O
Herbology – A
Potions – E
Transfiguration - E
Ancient Runes - P
Wand: oak, 10", unyielding, dragon heartstring
E.B. was born in 1994, right in the thick of the leadup to the Battle at Hogwarts, Fall of Voldemort, etc. He's not precisely a pureblood, but his parents are both wizards, so he was safe from the worst of the persecution (though his Muggle grandfather had to hide in their basement, a well-furnished sixteen-room mansion, thanks to the magic of, well, magic). His father is a professor of Ancient Runes at a magical university in London. His mother owns an apothecary. Both were in Ravenclaw, where they met young and married soon before having E.B.'s elder sister, Ziva (she works in Experimental Charms) and then, shortly aftwards, E.B. himself. They're an observant but not orthodox Jewish family. E.B. goes to synagogue occasionally (he's much less interested in religion than some of his family, which increases the rift between them), and learned the obligatory Hebrew spells, which earned him some funny looks at Hogwarts, but he doesn't really have the mind of a scholar. He's too impatient. He's too concerned with practical results to care about theory for long. Next to his thoughtful family, he's positively a black sheep.
Ziva went into Ravenclaw, like her parents. She did astoundingly well in all of her classes, earning almost exclusively Es and Os. E.B. refused to learn more Hebrew than he had to to follow along in Temple and escaped at every opportunity to fly his broom. Quidditch quickly became a passion; he loved to play Beater. He always had too much energy as a child and young adult. Not what you'd call ADD, exactly... just an excess of vibrancy, a tightly-wound, infectious enthusiasm. While not exactly fearless, he was prone to recklessness.
It surprised no one but his hopeful parents when he was Sorted into Gryffindor. There, amongst like-minded people, he flourished, and made the Quidditch team... in his fifth year. He wasn't, admittedly, any good at it. He tried Beater and tended to get knocked unconscious a great deal; he's a small man, and skinny, and incurably a bit clumsy. He just doesn't see the point in paying attention to what he's doing. He finished out his Quidditch career in two brief years; Fifth Year, he played Beater, but saw the inside of the Hospital Wing more than he saw the pitch. Sixth, he played Chaser (the captain took pity on him), and actually did rather well.
He took all the easiest classes he could manage, but his parents forced him into Ancient Runes, in which he did.... abysmally. E.B. finally managed to marshal his not-insignificant skill with a wand (he's mainly just very quick on the draw--yes, that gets him some euphemistic teasing--and able to fudge well when he can't remember a spell; and, to give him his due, he did absorb some good study skills from his family) and made the requirements for Auror training. It wasn't easy. He had to fight with himself, more than anything. He even gave up Quidditch so he could study for his NEWTs. E.B. had always known he'd be an Auror. If nothing else, stories of the great Harry Potter inspired him. And he always had the sense--particularly when he listened to his grandparents' stories about the Holocaust, and Grindelwald, and more--that there were evil people in the world, and it was his job to be one of the good ones.
He went into Auror training and, as usual, didn't excel. He did well enough, and he showed enthusiasm and a certain businesslike, get-things-done, practical manner that endeared him to his instructors. He graduated in three years, and he's been working in the field for three more. His strength is practical field and detective work, and, oddly, interrogation; he's also quite a good duelist.
E.B. is, frankly, a goofball. He likes nothing more than to laugh, joke around, and tease. He's merciless with his jibes to close friends, and he has many. E.B.'s intelligence, while high, is broad rather than deep. He prefers to observe people and see what makes them tick than anything else, and his teasing is really a subtle way of testing people, making sure they're well-balanced.
His family's pressure on him, their insistence that he become an intellectual, has had an effect. He's noncommittal about it, but it bothers him that he's not 'as smart' as his sister, or many of his friends. It's an insecurity he may never shed. Perhaps for this reason, he likes to make friends and date women who are very intelligent; it is a trait he admires, though he doesn't think he possesses it in great quantity. Still, he's rather well-spoken, not uncharming, and able to banter well enough to hold his own at any soiree, even if he is a little... rough around the edges.
Loyalty, now; that Gryffindor trait... E.B. would do anything for his family and his friends, because he picks his friends carefully, based on two criteria: 1) are they good people? and 2) can they take a joke? He sometimes suffers from caring a bit too much what others think of him. He wants to please people. He often succeeds. Sometimes, though, his matter-of-fact opinionated style will alienate potential friends.
He is serious when he's joking, and, when he has to put on a serious face, tends to be laughing somewhere behind it.
He'd hate to hear a quotation from Aristotle, but here's one that fits him to a tee, and sums up what he believes:
"Humor is the only test of gravity, and gravity of humor; for a subject which will not bear raillery is suspicious, and a jest which will not bear serious examination is false wit."
He'll follow what he thinks is right to the death, if need be; but when he gets there, he'll grin right back at that hooded skull.
That really says all that need be said about E.B. Braun.
E.B. is of middling height, at 5'9'', and quite slender, not to say a bit gaunt. He has deep-set hazel eyes, dark skin, and wildly fluffy dark brown hair. When he isn't smiling (he usually is), he looks older than he is, and a touch cadaverous. When he is smiling, he looks about sixteen years old, or so he thinks, but there's no help for it. At least he needs to shave nowadays. When he's embarrassed, thoughtful, or upset, he resembles nothing so much as a puppy (not a comparison he enjoys hearing).
Playby: Adam Brody
Name & Contact Information: Sam; AIM: TantdeTentation; MSN: TantdeTentation@hotmail.com; YIM: Tenemswe
Previous Roleplay Experience: Various. A Harry Potter site for a bit; my site, which is medieval/fantasy, some Tudor-era sites... etc.