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Dean Conrad Brison II
33 years old  ~ Half-Blood ~ Red Rocks Academy, Apoyan-Tachi house ~ Auror

Appearance[1]: An imposing, muscular man with long dark hair, scruffy jaw and full lips that are always ready to curl into either a flirtatious smirk or a fierce scowl. If it weren't for the intelligence sparkling in his blue eyes and sarcastically arched brows, one might think he was just another pretty face or muscle bound thug.

Bio: Much like his future son, Dean grew up in a broken home where he felt the need to make noise to break the silence. He was quite the prankster as he grew up, spreading his love of trouble while at Red Rocks Academy and even the muggle Military. After coming home to find his parents had separated without notifying him, he became disillusioned with marriage and avoided anything resembling a real relationship. When he was shipped out to Ireland to act as a sniper during a tense situation with the IRA, he met a pretty party girl by the name of Maeve. After a wonderful night, he woke to find that she was only pretty on the outside (and when he was drunk). It wouldn't be the last time he saw her however. He would return to America after he shot Norman Donnelly, tortured by taking a life. He wouldn't return for another 12 years, until he got a letter from Maeve explaining that not only had he left her with a spawn, but the spawn was a wizard and she had a feeling he was at fault. So packing up, he moved to England and met his son Keegan, who takes after him more ways than one.

Recently, he helped track down the kidnapped Lucy Matthews and killed the kidnapper in a tense battle, Marc Donnelly, the son of the man he killed 12 years earlier. For his trouble, he was awarded a Merlin First Class and asked to join the Auror corp in England. Deciding that he wanted to let Keegan have some stability in his life by letting him stay at Hogwarts, he accepted the position and started working at the Ministry towards the end of Keegan's second year.

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Maeve Marie Kearney
31  ~ Muggle ~ Our Lady of Mercy Secondary school ~ Assembly Line worker

Appearance[2]: A pretty blonde with sharp green eyes and pouting lips, whose beauty is best in dim or strobing light, and while drunk. It isn't that she isn't pretty but her personality leaves a lot to be desired, and that becomes readily apparent when waking up in the morning next to her. A hard drinking, hard partying lifestyle has taken a bit of a toll on the beauty as well.

Bio: Maeve's life has been anything but exciting, which is probably why she seeks out destructive behavior. Her parents were staunch Catholics and she was the youngest of 7 children. She grew up with hand me downs, little food and even less attention from her exhausted mother and drunkard father. She dreamed of a wealthy prince coming and sweeping her off her feet and to a better place. Until then, though, she got there through dancing, drinking and flirting. She thought she found her prince charming at the pub one night. He was tall, muscular and American. The two danced and flirted, and then things got fuzzy. When they woke up the next morning in bed together, she immediately assumed the worst, despite the fact that he had been as blackout drunk as she had. She kicked him out and didn't him again for another 12 years. He left her with a parting gift, however, a son.

Maeve would have contacted Dean except for the fact that only a couple of weeks after her and Dean parted ways, she met a man named Quinn Dougherty, who she was convinced she was in love with. She told him that he was the father and even gave Keegan his name as a middle name when he was born. Quinn stayed with them for about a year and a half after Keegan was born. He and Maeve got into a fight one night because he was mad at her for abandoning him with the baby to go party with her friends. In her drunken rage, Maeve revealed that Quinn wasn't the father. Enraged that she had lied to and used him, Quinn left the two of them.

Maeve was forced to grow up rather quickly. She got a job at a local glass making plant where she makes bottles, making barely enough to pay her bills. She never forgave Keegan for  'ruining her life' and when he revealed his abilities, she took this as a chance to get rid of him by pawning him off on his father (who she, quite correctly, deduced was the reason for his abilities.). She did this because she had caught the eye of an unattractive, but wealthy, local butcher whose religious sensibilities would not mesh well with her son being a warlock. Keegan was hurt by this betrayal more than he lets on, but in the end, is glad he is now with his father.





Keegan Quinn Kearney
13  ~ Half-Blood ~ Hogwarts, Gryffindor ~ Student

Appearance[3]: A 'boyishly cute' young man with narrow blue eyes, a mop of strawberry blond hair and full lips. He recently had a growth spurt and is now around 5'6'' and is at the age where he is gangly and awkward. However, after Philip Kinsey's epic prank, Keegan discovered that his is (sans any major life changes or mistakes) slated to get even taller and fill out, turning into this.

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Full Character Name:Keegan Quinn Kearney
Character Birthday & Age: November 27th, 1996 / 13 years old
City & Country of Birth: Waterford, Ireland
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn: Unknown. His father isn't in the picture and his mother has no idea if he was a wizard or not. Keegan decided he is a Muggleborn.
House & Year: Gryffindor, soon to be 3rd year


Wand: 9 3/4'' inch Sycamore wood with Manticore Hair, Inflexible and Knobby. Was given to him by his mentor Tulo after he got kicked out of Ollivanders and banned.


Physical Description:
Until he opens his mouth and ruins it, most people have the impression that Keegan is a very cute young man. He is already at 5'2” (157 cms), having hit a growth spurt earlier in 2008, and looks like he will grow quite a bit more in the next couple of years. His face still bears the slightly chubby cheeks of a child, but his normally sullen expression tends to destroy that image. His pale, freckle spotted cheeks are set off by his narrow sky blue eyes and surprisingly girlish lips (try telling him that... just try it). His eyes nearly disappear when he smiles. His face is framed by a mop of strawberry blond hair that, even when trimmed, falls into his eyes. When it gets long, which it does often, it curls out a bit at the ends.

Keegan doesn't have the joy of having a 'style' in regards to his clothes. Since his mother is poor, he tends to wear cheap and often secondhand clothing. This generally includes T-shirts, baggy shorts and hoodies, all of which are worn and too big for his slight frame. He tends to gravitate towards blues, greens, browns and other natural and muted colors. His school uniform is secondhand and hardly in order. With an untucked shirt, loose tie, rolled up sleeves and dirty sneakers, he roams the hall looking for a fight.

UPDATE: Since Keegan has discovered his father and now lives with him, his homelife has improved dramatically. Because of this, he wears new, better quality clothes and has enough to eat. Since he is 13 and has hit puberty, he will return for his third year at least 4 inches taller and with a deeper voice.


Personality Description:
The first thing most people notice about Keegan is that even his good qualities have an edge of negativity to them. He is always brimming with enough excitement to make him appear like he is quivering with anticipation. This is not nervousness as much as the manifestation of his need to be moving and free. He hates sitting still for any amount of time and it is a wonder he can even sleep at night without being knocked out first. His mind goes a mile a minute and he tends to talk very quickly and loudly. Impulsive and rebellious by nature, there is nothing that he hates more then people holding him down or back. He also tends to chase people away with his brand of humor and observation, which is generally sarcastic and blunt to the point of tactlessness. Needless to say, he doesn't have a lot of friends. Those he does have, however, find that he is loyal to the extreme. He also can be quite affectionate and caring towards those he deeply cares for, though these are few and far between.

Probably Keegan's worst personality feature, more so then his tactlessness and rebelliousness, is his temper. He has a hair trigger, explosively violent temper with a very short fuse. In fact, it is often said that he has no fuse at all. This is an apt description because it takes very little for Keegan to lose his cool and start beating people down. He is notoriously thin-skinned and rash, and is prone to being physically violent (perhaps a throw back to his days living with the muggles). He rarely uses magic when fighting because it requires more thought then just swinging your fist. To make things worse, he likes to fight. It really gets his blood pumping in a way that sports cannot. This means that he will usually find a reason to blow up, or let his friends instigate him into throwing the first punch.

School wise, Keegan is a horrible student but an excellent athlete. His yearning to be free and his love of competition means that, on the field, he is a fierce and dominating player. He fell in love with Quidditch the moment he learned of its existence and already plans to be a beater as soon as he can get a spot. It is needless to say that he will probably get most, if not all, the fouls in the game. As a student, Keegan falls woefully short. He is easily frustrated by difficult problems and is not patient enough to sit still through classes. Not to say that he doesn't try, he is far to competitive for that, but he finds his particular brand of learning difficult with many of the more theoretical subjects. He does reasonably well in Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology and Potions because they are hands on (his way of learning) but not as well as he should considering she lacks the finesse, concentration and care to excel. All in all, his grades are frightfully average if not poor.


History:
Keegan knows very little about his birth and the circumstances around it, aside from what his mother, Maeve Kearney, has told him. According to her, he was conceived when she, a virginal 18 year old fresh from catholic school, was seduced by a drunken older man. He then abandoned her, with child, to continue his bachelor life of frivolous debauchery. He didn't even leave her his name, or so she says, which is why Keegan bears her maiden name rather then the surname of his father.

Naturally, there is quite a bit of speculation around his neighborhood regarding his birth. Most whisper that she was a woman of loose morals, and it was she who had gotten drunk and seduced the innocent man touring the town. Keegan refuses to believe any of these slanderous lies against his mother, despite the fact that he has come home quite often to discover her passed out in the kitchen from too much drink or to see a strange man leave the home at random hours of the night.

It was his mothers lack of discretion and his rather rough surroundings that made Keegan into what he is today. One can only listen to people calling their mother names for so long before throwing a punch, and Keegan learned very quickly that he was quite good at throwing punches. And kicks, and biting. All in all, he became, through a series of bouts with older boys, the leader of neighborhood delinquents. He didn't consider himself a bully or even a bad kid. After all, it wasn't him who started the fights, he just finished them. But when you are whispered about behind your back and fingers always seem to be pointed your way, you tend to start doing what they accuse you of. In Keegan's case, he begin to act out with everything from vandalism to assault, all at the tender age of 10.

His mother had, and still has, no idea what to do with him. She works full time at a small glass factory, making beer bottles, and the rest of her time is spent drinking out of said bottles to dull the pain of having a brat for a child. She never once questioned how she would wake up in her own bed, tucked lovingly in her blanket, or how food and coffee was always present for her to consume once her hangover was gone. In Maeve's mind, she must have cooked and cleaned on her own while intoxicated. Keegan has grown up believing that this is the best for both of them. If she doesn't have to worry or care about him, she will be happier and he will be free to do what he wants.

This shaky peace between them did not last for long however. As Keegan neared his 11th birthday, strange things started to happen around him. Simple pranks went awry and he was soon caught by the police after he threw a baseball at the local crotchety old womans house in anger and ended up blowing out all her windows in the process. He claims that he was aiming at the door, just to scare her after she yelled nasty things at him, and that he had no idea why her windows exploded. Needless to say, with his record, they didn't believe him despite the fact they had no evidence that there was bombs involved. Maeve, in a rare moment of sobriety, offered to send him off to a boys school in hopes to shape him up.

Before he could be shipped off, a strange man dressed in...well... what appeared to be a dress to the young Kearney, came to their home. He claimed to be a wizard and an official from the wizarding worlds Ministry. Keegan, it seemed, was a wizard as well and was offered a position in the wizarding worlds most prestigious school (according to this man) Hogwarts. His mother naturally scoffed at the idea, but after all her liquor bottles were turned into giant gem colored beetles, she had to pinch herself and agree. A wizarding school in Scotland was as good as any delinquent school in her mind, since both got him out of her hair, and she gave her blessings with a toast of her finest brandy. Keegan then found himself whisked away to an unfamiliar world, leaving behind the one person he loved and trusted.


How Do You Fit Into Your House?:
While Keegan is not the nicest or most pleasant kid, he is not a completely bad apple either. He won't back down from a fight or challenge, doesn't pick on those weaker then him and he is loyal to his friends to the point that he would their punishment before he would give them up. He may be a hot tempered brat, but he is definitely a Gryffindor. Besides, though he refuses to admit it, he is not smart, cunning or hard working enough to fit the others.


Writing Sample:
Keegan Kearney didn't walk... he didn't run... he galloped. Galloped like a raging stallion racing through the hills, or in this case, an ungainly and lanky 11 year old boy running through the halls. He had to catch Adley before he got into his common room so he could give him back the book he borrowed. He also had to explain why there was butter stains on the upper corner and a tear on pages 127 through 134. It had been an accident, honestly. He had been studying dutifully at lunch when some upperclassmen prat tried to take the book away (That was when the pages ripped) and then threw it into a butter tray (Hence the butter in the corner). There would have been blood added to the mix had there not been that weird Divination teacher there to interrupt. The arseface had gotten off easy.

"I haven't got any money!"

Keegan was halfway to the Slytherin commonroom entrance, weaving in and out of the dungeon maze, when he heard the trembling and fearful voice of the only person he could consider a friend. Adley was always getting bullied and Keegan felt like he had to protect the smaller boy. That's what friends did right? He wasn't sure, he hadn't had a real one since he could remember.

Rounding the corner, he saw the same thuggish troll of a third year that had accosted him earlier, towering over Adley's thin and trembling figure. Keegan's brow furrowed and his already narrow eyes narrowed to slits as his right hand instantly curled into a tight fist. He didn't give any warning, since he didn't believe in fighting fair, and rushed at the taller kid. With all his strength, he kicked the older kid in the back of the knee and connected a sharp right hook into his kidney. The 3rd year, who had been too intent on Adley, grunted in surprise and pain before stumbling to the ground. Keegan fell on top of him, his fist flying in a flurry of blows. Only a few of them connected, of which most were superficial, but he got a couple good blows in and confused his larger enemy considerably. The troll begin to cry out, yelling stop loudly enough to attract attention before Keegan's fist filled his mouth. Grunting, since the older boys teeth scraped his knuckles quite painfully, Keegan was about to switch fists when an irritated voice sounded from down the hall, steadily growing louder.

“What is going on here!?”

Letting out a string of curse words that would have made the devil blush a few darker shades of red, Keegan bolted to his feet as the instincts of someone who had been chased by the police before took over. “Run!” He hissed to Adley as he grabbed his arm and took off down the hallway, dragging the smaller boy behind him. Taking the first right, Keegan dragged Adley into an abandoned classroom. Falling onto the floor, Keegan gasped for breath for a moment and coughed a little before he looked over at his friend, grinning. A chuckle rose to his throat as he laid back on the dusty floor and put his hands behind his head “Ha... ha... ha... that... that was fun... Did you see his face? Didn't know what hit him....”

Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Keegan's a diamond in the rough. Despite being foul-mouthed and foul-tempered, and the first to throw a punch, he isn't a bully. He is loyal to his friends and a champion for the underdog, a crude and violent champion, but a champion nonetheless. Too bad his temper gets the best of him and his reputation precedes him.