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General Information
Character Name:
Eamon Thistlebane
Age:
15
Date of Birth:
Nov 12, 1904
Blood Status:
Pureblood
Residence:
Scottish Highlands (Thistlebane Manor)
Family:
Personality & House Preference
Personality:
Eamon is someone you'd call a chaotic genius. Not the quiet book type but the kind who has five ideas in head, three arguments, one terrible plan going on at all times. He's energetic, playful, and his mind never shuts up. But also, he snaps, becomes reckless, argues harder, tries to silence whatever he's feeling by doing something stupid, something that would put him one decision away from detention. His curiosity runs hotter than his temper and he questions everything. Under all this noise, what he truly wants is the feelings of belonging. Someone who gets him, a place that doesn't make him "too much", "too loud" or "too intense."
History:
Eamon Thistlebane grew up in the kind of household where silence had weight. Thistlebane Manor was built deep in the Scottish Highlands. It was all cold stone, older magic and expectations that are so thick that might make a person choke on them. Generations of Thistlebane walked those halls with disciplined silence and flawless composure and his father embodied that legacy with utmost perfection. An old school pureblood gentleman, intimidating without raising his voice. His mother was no softer. She lives in though quiet but a constant fear of reputation. To them, dignity was oxygen. To Eamon, the same was suffocation.
From the moment he started walking, he couldn't stay still. He touched everything, climbed anything, questioned endlessly. A too loud, too curious, too alive kid in a house built on composure.
As Eamon grew older, taller, louder, the pressure to behave like a Thistlebane grew sharper against his edges. His father always corrected his posture, his tone and his movements and his mother? She corrected everything else. Almost like they wanted their son to be anything but himself. They called control as elegance and to him, it was merely a cage.
What saved him from breaking was simple. It was just the outdoor. The highlands stretched around the manor looking wild and untamed. When he stuck out which he always managed to, he ran through the grasslands, climbed anything taller than he was and let the wind drag that laugh out of him. Outside the manor walls he wasn't embarrassing the family. He can simply... Be.
Eamon's four years at Hogwarts has been everything his manor wasn't. Loud. Bright. Chaotic. And just alive. From the moment he stepped in, he treated the place like a playground built for his brain. He argued, questioned every rule and caused enough mishaps and he still aces the exams and writes essays so sharp. In the four years, he didn't become calmer or quieter but he became calmer.
House Preference:
Ravenclaw
Slytherin
Gryffindor
(Pls no hufflepuff. I love hufflepuff but I find it comfortable for me this way)
Year Preference:
5th year
Prompt Response:
Eamon was laughing and teasing his mate about being heavily roasted by his crush right until his eyes flicked across the hall and the smile drained off his face. His sister. Her face had that one thing, a microscopic shift she never let anyone see so easily and the boy in front of her. He had a stupid smug expression and his mouth twisted into something ugly which one could only presume that he dripped venom and not just words. Eamon could see that she tried to hold it together but the drop in her expression was unmistakeable to him. Even from the distance. Which meant whatever he said... He unmistakably crossed a line.
Eamon was on his feet before he could even register it all. His sister had told him a hundred times to not fight her battles, to not make a scene and that she needn't his help. But all her words, buzzed somewhere far away. He cut across the hall, nudging her aside as he reached the boy and grabbed his collar, pulling him forward with a glare so sharp. "How. Dare. You?" The words weren't loud. Didn't have to be. He didn't even bother asking what he said. The look on her face was enough to make the guy deserve this treatment.
Suddenly, his sleeve was yanked harder and he turned to find his sister beside him with a sharp glare directed towards him. "Eamon. what. is. wrong. with. you?" Her voice slices like a blade. He snapped, "He talked about YOU-" "AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE SAID!" she fired back. He looked straight into her eyes before uttering, " I didn't need to. Your face spoke clearly." Her expression softened, just barely before she rolled her eyes and scoffed. " Go shout, hit, and do whatever but drag my name into your pointless drama." She paused and added, "be brave enough to hit people for your reasons instead of pretending you're doing it for me." It stung because she was somewhat right. He already hated that boy, long before this morning but it was because he thought his sister had been dragged into it and Eamon couldn't tolerate it. Before he could blink, a fist smashed into his jaw.
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