Post by ed on May 8, 2010 19:02:11 GMT 1
Nickname:Snapey 
How You Found Us:
Contact Via: PM/IM/CBox/My porno-production studio
How You Found Us:
Contact Via: PM/IM/CBox
What can be found in a name:
Edward John Stenwick
When the day I was born:
07/08/1958
The Angels screamed:
John Stenwick-Local MP
Mary Bracewell-Stay at home wife
And Hell shut its doors:
None
While creatures retreated:
A small kitten-Toast
A dog at home-Marmalade
To depths unknown:
pure as pure mud. Muggleborn
I hide from them:
The grounds, outside, quidditch pitch/bleachers/showers, the Dorms, broom cupboards :E
Be who they want to see:
Imagine a young boy. The apple of his mother's eye, and the pride and joy of his father. The young boy is small, sweet, 'cute', rosy cheeks from rushing about everywhere, a mop of blonde hair and a wide easy smile.
Imagine the boy going through puberty. He gets taller. Much taller. But not so much on the bulky side, his baby fat is gone and the rosy cheeks are replaced by perfectly placed cheekbones. THe blonde mop darked and is cut more fashionably, a wave of dark blonde hair crossing the youth's forehead.
This is Edward. He is good at sports like running and football and cricket. But sometimes he plays sports like rugby. He cares about his appearacne, wears smart clothes that show off his body, and what a body it is. Toned, quite a good deal of definition, but not heavily muscled. The typical playboy grin sported by most his age, but with a faint quirk to one corner, rendering it slightly flawed and slightly charming.
He's clean, to a fault. Except in sports when he'll get as dirty as he needs to.
His body language is his strength. He can imply sexual attraction with just a tilt of the head, and friendliness with a shift of body weight.
But that leaves no one:
To discover that inside:
Ed grins. He sighs, he cries, he screams, he does everything a human does, but he always does it in such a way as not to make himself look too unattractive. Obviously at time he can't help it. But on the whole, he stays looking gorgeous. That's right, he's a little vain.
He's loyal to friends though, loyal as they come. Win his trust and he'll fight your batttles whenever you ask, wherever. A true hufflepuff, he isn't especially bright, but he's hardworking and determined, not to mention well-read.
He plays hard too, though. Drinks a little more than he should perhaps, but on the whole, he likes to stay in control so he can bust out his incredible 'Stenwick Slide' where he will grab a partner and dance a mix of disco and ballroom. Normally facilitated by having a tipsy, enthusiastic and very attractive partner.
He tends to matchmake, and try to set friends up with each other, not always to the best results. He's also an uncontrollable gossip at times.
Ed is a bit of a Maverik. Rules are there so you can bend them. Bend them so much that they shatter into tiny pieces which you then jump on.
This soulless being:
+To dance
+parties
+socialising
+friends
+being in the know
Is just as lost:
-being ignored
-spoilsports
-rigid social events
-politics
-pureblood elitists. Unless they're hot
As everyone else:
+Charms
+charm
+dancing
+introducing people
+quidditch
In a world that knows only hate:
-vain
-a little sensitive about certain aspects of his appearance
-disobeys rules
-potions
-when drunk tends to strip off
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
He wants to find someone for him.
He's got quite a small one.
They left me to die:
Bracewell Bracewell[grandpa]
Melinda Bracewell(nee Clark)[Nanna bracewell]
Hilda Watkinson(nee Bracewell)[aunt]{widower}
MAlcolm Ebly [uncle]
Jean Ebly (nee Bracewell)[aunt]
Jack Bracewell[uncle]
On a bed of roses:
Lord Maximillian Stenwick[Grandfather]
LadyJane Stenwick(nee Metcalfe) [Grandma]{died}
Lady Cassandra Stenwick [Cassandra, he considers her too youthful to call grandma when she's only 34]
Blood seeping through:
Maximilian Stenwick is a womaniser.
The satin sheets of fame:
Well off.
What a bitter story of love:
Born to a local councillor who then ran for parliament and was elected in, Edward John Stenwick was a rather heavy baby, and up until the age of 2 completely bald. Then faint blonde wisps grew in and finally thickened to a long, puding bowl style hair cut by the time he was 6. He was often around crowds, carried by his father or playing with him for media snapshots of MP John Stenwick, who was "utterly committed to families".
He was never shy and in almost evry school production he was an angel in the nativity. And he was the shortest angel as well. He took ballet lessons for a short time but didn't enoy it and they wer glad to be rid of him since he pulled girl's pigtails.
He was stil short when he recieved his hogwarts letter. His father immediately tried to find out about 'Hogwarts' and discover how well funded it was and the like. When the second letter did a dance before their eyes they started to believe. They were awkward at first but he was sent to the school and immediately made himself friends. He lost those friends in thrid year as he grew more popular due to the loss of baby fat and the gain of a charming grin.
He had a few girlfriends, and even managed to get one of them to come home in the fourth year summer, but none lasted reallly. He playe d cricket in the summer holidays and admired the quidditch players at school. He watned to be on that team. He'd support them avidly at every match and got into trouble for once swearing at a keeper who'd been veaten by the hufflepuff chasers.
On the whole he was an average student, predominantly E and A OWLs, which his father thought were brilliant since A grade was the best for a muggle.
He made friends at the cricket club, got in very tight with some of the older boys and the staff, his charm had helped sway an LBW decision to a bad ball.
And then came seventh year and he needed to buckle down. Not with grades. But with Quidditch. He wanted to finally get on the team. THis was the year for him. He just knew it.
[I'l be using this for the masquerade, i think...]
Party time. This called for a mask. And for a suit. And for a swig of dutch courage that was actually american bourbon.
And a date I hear you cry. No. No date? Why constrain yourself to you're prior dance-partner when there might be a perfectly serviceable pair of legs on someone else. Much better to scout out the really good party-goers at the event. And then...treat them to the 'Stenwick Slide'. He gave it a little practice run in front of his mirror, making sure he still had that spark.
"Spark? That, my friend is a roaring fire of unbelieveable intensity..." He murmured to his reflection, trurning this way and that to make sure he looked as smart and as good as he could. He growled at the mirror. "raWr...You are one sexy Beast, Edward. I'll bet you a bottle of scotch that you return with the best looing bedwarmer Hogwarts has to offer." He smirked at his reflection and spun on one heel heading towards the dormitory door. He practiced leaning on it for a moment, trying out: cool, just watching, and then just posing for the heck of it.
Right. Ball. Best go to that. "ciao. " he said to his mirror and to Toast who was currently asleep on the bed at the foot of his four-poster.
He made his way upstairs, grinning and waving at the poeople he passed. The music was getting louder as he got closer and he could feel the rhythm starting as he nodded a long and timed his steps. He entered the hall and took note of the layout: tacky decorations on all sides, punch against wall.
And the crowd. He moved in between people, occassionally copping a feel of a few nice bums, but mainly dancing his way through people, strutting his stuff for all to see as he approached a free spot on the wall and leant against it with 'cool'.
aaaand....
Go. All he needed was someone to dance with.
Party time. This called for a mask. And for a suit. And for a swig of dutch courage that was actually american bourbon.
And a date I hear you cry. No. No date? Why constrain yourself to you're prior dance-partner when there might be a perfectly serviceable pair of legs on someone else. Much better to scout out the really good party-goers at the event. And then...treat them to the 'Stenwick Slide'. He gave it a little practice run in front of his mirror, making sure he still had that spark.
"Spark? That, my friend is a roaring fire of unbelieveable intensity..." He murmured to his reflection, trurning this way and that to make sure he looked as smart and as good as he could. He growled at the mirror. "raWr...You are one sexy Beast, Edward. I'll bet you a bottle of scotch that you return with the best looing bedwarmer Hogwarts has to offer." He smirked at his reflection and spun on one heel heading towards the dormitory door. He practiced leaning on it for a moment, trying out: cool, just watching, and then just posing for the heck of it.
Right. Ball. Best go to that. "ciao. " he said to his mirror and to Toast who was currently asleep on the bed at the foot of his four-poster.
He made his way upstairs, grinning and waving at the poeople he passed. The music was getting louder as he got closer and he could feel the rhythm starting as he nodded a long and timed his steps. He entered the hall and took note of the layout: tacky decorations on all sides, punch against wall.
And the crowd. He moved in between people, occassionally copping a feel of a few nice bums, but mainly dancing his way through people, strutting his stuff for all to see as he approached a free spot on the wall and leant against it with 'cool'.
aaaand....
Go. All he needed was someone to dance with.
