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Full Character Name: Edward Caden Lynch (Soon to be Lynch-Quinn)
Character Birthday & Age: December 11, 1986; 21
City & Country of Birth: London, England
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn?: Pureblood
Alma Mater: Hogwarts; Former Slytherin
Job: Beater for the Montrose Magpies

Wand:
Edward’s wand is nine inches long, soft, supple and fairly inflexible. The handle is made of Irish Bog Oak with a black stain. The rest is made of Rowan wood, the wood of the tree of kings. The core is one single strand of leprechaun hair. It is very symbolic of his Irish heritage.

Physical Description:
Compared to other beaters in the League - especially those having come from Slytherin - Edward is fairly small. He stands at an average 6”1 - 1.8542 meters - he is not the tallest beater of his generation and while he is fairly built, he does not have the well defined six pack that most beaters pride themselves on. He is, however, working towards that and has a great fervor for exercise. Despite the lack of obvious definition there is no mistaking that he is a strong man and his beats generally pack a punch. His arms, are more well defined than his abs at any rate.

When he was younger some might have claimed that he had a baby face, though in recent years he has grown out of that and into more chiseled and handsome features in his face. His grey-blue eyes tend to give away what he is thinking which aids in his honesty as his face would betray him were he to try and lie. When he does lie he has a tendency to look away from people and place his hand on his neck, though this can also simply mean that he is uncomfortable in the current situation.

Despite his rough and tumble career, Edward has a certain amount of refinement and this shows in his dress. His style would best be described as classic and he likes to look his best at all times when he is in the public eye. At his own apartment, however, all gloves are off and anyone apparating into there should be careful. Edward is known to be very, erm, free and natural when he is at home. He has no problem wearing only his boxers, only a towel, or well, much less than that. He is confident and has no problems with his body, thus having no problem being nude when he is at home if he feels in the mood.

His dark brown hair os often kept short and his face free of facial hair, though this is not always the case, when allowed to grow out beyond it’s normal length it curls. Normally if his hair has been allowed to be unkempt there is facial hair to go along with it. This new look is growing on him, however, and he is contemplating permanently leaving his hair at this slightly longer length.

Personality Description:
Edward is an interesting specimen for a Quidditch player, for one constantly in the public eye he is rarely especially fond of the attention. He is a mix of contrasts and while not extreme on the scale of his personality traits, he is certainly not known for being incredibly predictable or boring. He can be in a certain mood one moment and then swing around a full one hundred and eighty degrees to another opposite mood the next. He is not exactly the figure one would imagine to throw himself into the public eye, especially due to his somewhat rigid ideals of morality and tactlessness.

As a child, Edward was considered bright and bubbly, an inquisitve young babe who looked everywhere and simply had to touch everything. In an adult, this translates to optimism and a sense of adventure, not to mention an avid curiosity and one who still has a desire to touch anything and everything they can get their hands on. He is especially attracted by shiny objects and can be trusted not to leave well enough alone when he gets it into his mind to touch something, even if he knows better. There is simply no avoiding this in any way, his mother still chastises him at times to sit on his hands if he thinks he is going to touch something he likely should not.

He is an eternal optimist full of energy and a thirst for adventure. He always appears eager and it is rare for any set back to really get him down. After all, if you never fail you can never learn from your mistakes. Understanding that everyone falls once in a while is key to his outlook on life and while he enjoys winning - certainly he does - he does not let losses get him down and always comes off the pitch with a bright smile on determined to work harder next time. After all, why let himself be toyed with like a yo-yo by something so trivial as a win or a loss or any form of setback? He sees that as illogical.

Idealistic almost to a fault it is difficult to dash Edward’s hopes and dreams, not to mention his beliefs. Of course, once he has lost his image of you or you have proven him wrong he can be a most cruel person. To him, disappointment is worse than anger and it has more consequences. This has led to a certain amount of ambivalence towards his mother in recent months since the passing of Howard Lynch. Once he learned that she had lied to him his entire life the disappointment was great. Someday, perhaps, he will forgive her and come to understand why she did what she did, but at the moment he finds it difficult to do so.

Being an idealist does lead one to be easily disappointed, however, and Edward has learned this the hard way several times as he has placed his trust in the wrong hands. People have mistreated him and betrayed him in the past because of this. Yet, these deceptions have fazed him little apart from the one aforementioned. Usually he simply stops trusting the person and moves on after telling them honestly exactly what the problem was. That is another reason why he makes for an odd public figure, Edward is honest to a fault practically.

He considers himself to be honorable and somewhat moralistic. This leads him also to be truthful and trustworthy himself believing that sincerity is the stepping stone to building better relationships. Telling the truth even when it hurts is one of his strong suits and he is not one to tip toe around a matter until the truth comes out, he believes in being straight-forward and blunt. There is no point in telling the truth if you are going to sugar coat it, right? He is considered by the press to be a fool, an easy one to toy with due to the simplistic nature of his character, for if there is one thing in particular that Edward is not, it is a genius.

He managed to get through Hogwarts, coasting through his classes and using the intelligence of his housemates to its fullest advantage. After all, they wanted to win the Quidditch Cup and Edward happened to be a very good beater. He was known for playing moderately fair, however, which was disappointing to the Slytherin crowd and there are many to this day who believe that Edward should have been a Hufflepuff. Of course, the Sorting Hat - for some unknown reason - will listen to children when they ask not to be placed in one place over another. Slytherin did have a top notch Quidditch team, however, and Edward was following in the footsteps of many.

A poster boy for many of society’s underdogs Edward’s face is often plastered all over the Daily Prophet and any other magazine willing to have reporter’s chasing him down to ask “What new charity are you advocating today, Mr Lynch?” His agent loves the idea of course and believes that Edward’s good-natured sincerity is part of the reason the public loves him so much, though he is loathe to admit that they do. He believes that he is simply doing what any caring soul would do. Caring about others is important and while Edward is no genius he knows that if people do not help each other then everyone gets nowhere fast.

He is easily embarrassed by all of this media attention, however, and tends to hide out in his flat in the muggle part of London rather than deal with all of that attention. For the most part, despite being a pureblooded wizard, he attempts to live as much of his life as he can inconspicuous in the muggle world where all of his neighbors believe he is a paper pusher at some big corporation or other and a trust fund baby on top of that - how else could a paper pusher afford a penthouse apartment on the Thames? Edward simply lets them all know that he comes from money when anyone questions it. Regardless of which world he speaks of, however, he really does.

Unfortunately, Edward can be very rigid in his beliefs and his morals. He is a good man and that means that if he were to get a girl pregnant on accident he would marry her of course though he would then moralize endlessly and probably drive his child insane once it was old enough, cautioning that it should not commit the same mistakes. He believes heavily in ritual and he has a game day routine that he repeats every day he plays, if they lose, while he bounces back from it easily he is quick to blame some slip of mind on his part as he goes back over his routine in his head, it can even be something so simple such as stirring his coffee four and a half times instead of exactly five.

Like any Quidditch player, Edward plays hard and while a small part of him likes to be recognized for his talents he is also very modest about them. He never brags about being the best and in fact would be loathe to call himself so, even if he has been lauded as one of the best beaters of his age. He recognizes that there are many better than him and he can only aspire - or beat them down until they are bloody pulps in St. Mungo’s - to be as good as the very best beaters in the league. The reason he makes such a good beater is likely due to the nasty little temper that sometimes arises when he is nastily provoked.

Politically, Edward is little respected in his views, which is likely why he sticks to advocating for charitis and the plight of the downtrodden rather than putting his name out there in the fire for any political group. He is known to change his party affiliation on a whim depending on the way the wind blows and which party’s outward expressions suit him best that day. He does not hesitate to switch allegiances any time he sees anything that he does not like. So, this tends to happen fairly often that Edward cannot make up his mind about one thing or another as far as political matters are concerned. He believes in justice, pure justice that should be served to everyone no matter who they are or what they stand for.

He is strong-willed and tends to push through on any project he decides to start though he can just as easily abandon it once he grows bored or has moved on to a new idea. He is restless and finds it difficult to stay focused on any one project for too long. While he is loyal to his friends he finds it difficult to stay loyal to any one project or cause, finding that his loyalties only stem as far as the Magpies, his friends and his family - to some extent. Though it may just be a sign of his irresponsibility that makes him unable to finish anything or really deal with deadlines. Though one supposes that this is the reason he plays Quidditch rather than runs a bank.

Passion. That is one word that certainly describes Edward. Although he is not considered a great lover of his generation and certainly no Casanova, not known for being a heartbreaker or a hopeless romantic - all titles which have been dubbed on his famous contemporaries - Edward is also in no rush to become committed to any one person just yet. He is in his early twenties still and there is no appeal to him in a family life, despite what others might say is wonderful about it. He is too restless to be able to stay in one place for long and while he would be loyal to his spouse he would also allow for practice to consume him as well as travel. His career would always be his first mistress.

Impatient at times and scornful when pushed to the limit, Edward’s temper is nasty though he does try not to show it. He wants life to move at the pace he sets for it and not everyone can always follow his lead, which does tend to bother him, especially on the Quidditch Pitch. When a player is not in the right place at the right time Edward can become infuriated, his anger fueling his beating and vice versa. Of course, it is only once or twice that he has been thrown off the Pitch and a reserve beater brought in. Otherwise he simply sticks to amassing several fouls as the game progresses. Once he is angry, there is truly no way to stop it.

When angered, Edward is more unpredictable than usual, becoming coldly inconsiderate and domineering of others, pointing out their flaws in a crude manner and becoming very exacting in his complaints. In his private life he can sometimes be vulgar and boastful, though the public world has seen little of this Edward in all of his extravagance. At worst he can be a hypocrite, citing his own morality and then jovially bedding the next woman he finds at a club. Preaching piousness while being anything but.

It is his ambition which landed him in Slytherin house and despite his modesty he does have a certain amount of cockiness and drive to be at the top of the game and at the peak of physical perfection. If he is going to play Quidditch, he is going to throw himself into it one hundred percent with every single competitive bone in his body. He adores challenges and strives to push himself further with every play and every game and every single workout. This is the reason why many of his teammates tend to avoid him during his pre-game warm-up and anytime they see him practicing in the pitch.

History:
To remain ignorant of things that happened before you were born is to remain a child. - Cicero

Morgana Davinia Andrews was born to Noel Ulysses and Jessica Regana Andrews on a cold and snowy February 17, 1968 at eight o’clock in the morning. The two were very strict but loving parents who held haughty opinions about other pureblooded families that they were acquainted with. A picture of perfection was all that they ever wanted to show the world and with their one daughter and one son, they did seem to be the paragon of familial perfection. All they needed was the dog and the white picket fence to make it even better. What they wanted, however, was a little far from what they actually received and though people saw what they assumed to be perfection on the outside, the Andrews family was a troubled one.

Not from the beginning perhaps, but certainly as time moved forwards and their children began to grow. Their only son Lambert Edan Andrews forsook the family name soon after leaving Hogwarts. He gave up his right to the family money and all the inheritance when he left the family home to live with his lover in Knockturn Alley and become a painter. It was a shaming moment for them to have their only son -  the one who would rightfully carry on the family name - turn away from all they believed was good and hole himself up with some man who he had met when they shared a dormitory at Hogwarts. They salvaged their pride and turned to Morgana, expecting from her the best. Of course, their daughter was more of a tomboy than they liked, but she at least was not disgracing the family name - yet. In the future, however, she would prove to be worse than Lambert.

Fortunately both of their children turned out to be wizards and so it seemed that all might be well. It seemed that as soon as she received her Hogwarts letter her parents were looking for pureblooded boys to marry her off to, but few families were fond of the girl who often came in muddied and dirty so her parents gave up on this idea when their daughter reached her third year of Hogwarts and became a chaser for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. They assumed that if anything she would grow out of it and they would find someone later or she would find someone for herself. Of course, they never knew that the match she would pick for herself might turn out to be so horribly matched for her.

When Morgana Andrews met Lukas Quinn, she did not know what the future would bring for them. All she saw was an amusing boy who enjoyed playing Quidditch and had a keen wit. She found him amiable and knew that a good time was always had when he was around whether they were studying for some class or sparring verbally over whatever recent book they had both read or some small difference of opinion. They were almost always found together and the term attached at the hip was even perhaps a little lacking once their fourth year came along when they were attached by, well, entire sides might be the proper way to put it. Rarely separated, they became a pair, almost one person, he was Morgana’s Lukas and she was Lukas’ Morgana. Lukana.

It seemed like a love that would last forever and neither of them even suspected that anything would go wrong. Morgana truly felt that she had met the love of her life, the man that she would spend every waking moment with until the day she died - well at least that was the way it would be if she could help it. Who needed to work when they could live off love? To others it seemed like sheer infatuation at first though soon people began to take them seriously as their relationship developed past fourth year and through fifth year, finally onto sixth year. That was when everything went horribly, horribly wrong.

The summer of sixth year, Morgana's parents finally decided that it was time to meet the Quinn's. To say that the meeting was merely less than successful would be kind to all involved. It was a disaster and marked the fate of the two young lover’s lives. Their parents got on about as well as oil and vinegar, you can shake them together and try to make it work, but one will always inevitably settle at the top. So Morgana was forced to end the relationship, and with no way to avoid the situation she did so glumly – after the end of her seventh year at Hogwarts of course. It was not like her parents were going to send someone to spy on her or anything.

She and Lukas continued their relationship at Hogwarts, loathe to take what her parents had said as being entirely serious. Morgana secretly held the hope that her parents might come around to the idea – as unlikely as that seemed to everyone else. There was no way she was going to leave Lukas, not unless there was something actually standing in her way and that final year at Hogwarts was one of the most bittersweet times of her life. She knew that at the end of it all there would be a physical barrier to the relationship and so she planned on savoring every moment she possibly could.

That was how she ended up on trouble, more trouble than she ever could have imagined. When Easter Holidays came around she refused to go home, opting instead to stay with Lambert for the week in London. He and his lover had no rules for her to follow and she liked that. Besides, Lambert called it her ‘birthday present’ for the eighteenth that had just passed in February and which he would be unable to give her a real present for. She and Lukas were truly two crazy kids in love, facing insurmountable odds and unfortunately when that is the case accidents tend to happen. So it was that in March of 1986 on that fateful Easter Break that Morgana ended up pregnant.

She was unaware of the matter until the end of May and was both terrified and unsure of what to do. Eventually she sought out the advice of her brother Lambert. He offered to take her in and while that would have allowed her and Lukas to stay together, Morgana decided against the idea, knowing deep down that she could not survive without the inheritance that would be hers. As long as she was not showing, then Lukas never had to know. Yes, Lukas would never need to know and the baby would never need to know. She broke things off with him, fairly coldly, explaining that her parents were likely right about the match.

She returned home just shy of three months pregnant, and hoping that she could continue to hide the pregnancy until she found a way to deal with her parents once they realized - and realize they did. They quickly found a solution in one of her father’s business partners, Howard Lynch. He was older than Morgana, much older which caused her great dismay. Forty years and he already had a child of his own. A large barter made and money exchanged hands before Howard was seen everywhere with Morgana, telling anyone who would listen about their great love for each other, careful never to mention her expanding waistline. Fortunately she was not putting on too much baby-weight aside from at the waist, but well, one never one.

It wasn’t until December that they finally married. December 10, 1986 was the fateful day. It was a small, quiet ceremony and that was likely a good thing considering that right after the vows the bride went into labor. The final witness still held the quill in their hand as she started to feel her first contractions. The priest was pressed to rush and Sand was quickly sprinkled over the certificate in an attempt to dry the ink more quickly and Morgana was ushered out of the room to the words ‘You may now kiss the bride..” Of course, many people assumed that it had happened already. The ones who were unwilling to speak the truth or paid handsomely to keep from doing so.

After several hours of agonizing labor, Edward Caden entered the world on December 11, 1986 at 2:33 antemeridian. He was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. As she announced his name to all present the last name hung in the air for a moment as though pausing for emphasis. She was itching to say Quinn. Edward Caden Quinn. It sounded so nice! She composed herself before repeating the name properly, Edward Caden Lynch. Son of Howard Lynch. The little dark haired, dark-eyed boy son to two fair-haired and blue-eyed parents. Suuure, Wizarding Society would buy into that one only due to respect and their hesitance to sully Morgana’s name.

Howard readily accepted Edward as his son - the compensation truly had been a great sum if that was happening. Regardless, he brought in his own son, eleven year old Frederick Dawson Lynch and introduced him to his new mother and his new brother all at once. To say that Frederick was less than accepting of the situation might not be saying enough. In truth he detested Edward and Morgana for quite a while, thinking that she was trying to take his mother’s place and push Edward into his own. If only he had known just how wrong that was. Morgana wanted to be Howard’s wife about as much as she wanted to be the mother of a child that was only seven years younger than her.

Regardless he eventually grew to like his only brother, especially since he could persuade him to do any number of random things that no one else would do. Like eating bugs and the like, so long as he did not tell their parents it was alright. Edward admired his older brother - like most young children do - and was quick to do whatever he was told when Frederick ordered. They were like most children, sibling worship, cat fights and running to tell mom or dad. Fortunately, however, these were easily silenced.

He was a good child for the majority of the time, generally listening to his mother though he did have a mischievous side which really came as no surprise to his mother. After all, she had been quite mischievous herself back in her Hogwarts days and Lukas, Lukas had as well. As he grew older he reminded his mother more of Lukas and she couldn’t help but wonder, if Lukas had another son, would he look similar to this little creature that she was raising? That might make things at Hogwarts awkward someday if they were anywhere near the same age. She supposed that she could only hope for the best.

Morgana eventually learned to love Howard despite the large age difference and all of the adversity that led to their union and while he would never be a Lukas Quinn he did seem to like her and he had accepted Edward as his own. Frederick even came around to liking Morgana once he grew accustomed to his new baby brother and not being the only child anymore. They led a peaceful and quiet life and Morgana was while not entirely happy she could no longer complain about her lot in life. She was well-maintained and no worries of money ever needed to enter her mind as Howard was generous. At least her parents had chosen someone who would take care of her later on, even when the large compensation on their part was gone.

When Frederick was away at school Edward grew bored easily, unsure of what to do with himself. Of course, it would not be long before Frederick no longer wanted to play with him and Edward had to learn to amuse himself, usually by doing quiet things or exploring in the back yard, but sometimes he did like to run around torturing the family’s cat Genara. Needless to say she was not amused by his antics and it was more than once that he would enter the house to present some new scratch or bruise produced by the angry cat. At the age of five, however, all of this stopped for a period of the day when he was locked inside doing what all young children are forced to do, school.

On September 1, 1992, at the age of five years old - almost six - he started his formal education. Well, as formal as a five year old child can get doing the basics such as learning how to read and write his name. Of course, there was a distinct lack of socialization with other children made him a bit cocky. The characteristic of being left-handed is often linked with being right-brained and for Edward this was certainly the case, making it difficult for his tutors to get him to focus on anything that required the application of true logic. He preferred to look at the whole rather than to look at things in parts. He simply could not understand things until they were finished.

He excelled in art and English classes as well as music - the only instrument he could ever learn was the piano and even that was because his mother thought he needed to be more well-rounded. He does enjoy playing from time to time but never truly grasped the art of composing. His art skills were not as refined, and he would never be a great master though he can shoddily mimic the Flemish school. As for regular school subjects he was always good at english and history though horrendous at mathematics and science. Math and science were simply too broken up, everything was done in parts and while he understood that all of these parts meshed together in the end to make a whole, the road to the whole was difficult for him.

He eventually became much better at logical deduction and while he would never be the newest broom in the shed, well, at the same time he was not stupid. This was fortunate because his older brother Frederick was actually quite smart, a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts while at one point it was believed that Edward might barely make it into Hufflepuff. When his eleventh birthday rolled around, he was excited. He knew what eleven years old meant. That meant that he would be able to go to Hogwarts! Even if Frederick was gone from there already he knew he would have just as much fun there as his big brother had. Probably more, he was cuter and not so studious.

Unfortunately for Edward, he was unable to begin Hogwarts as soon as he turned 11 since his birthday was in December. He waited anxiously for his Hogwarts letter to arrive, tearing through the mail every time an owl entered the window, only to leave it behind disappointedly a matter of minutes later when he found that there was nothing there for him. He had already had his first display of magic, so where was his stupid letter! It finally came in the mail in June, much to his pleasure. He could now officially begin to purchase all of the wares that he would need for his Hogwarts career. He was beyond excited.

His first stop - as is that of many Hogwarts first-years-to-be was Ollivanders to buy his very own wand. Of course, since he is a Quinn and by default that means his life must be made difficult by even the most miniscule of tasks - well it was interesting that day in the wand shop. It was the first time that the clerk at Ollivander’s had ever seen such a thing occur. Edward Lynch tried every wand in the store that could work for his measurements before leaving with no wand in hand. He was so embarrassed. Did that mean that he wasn’t really a wizard? Morgana reassured him that there were other wand makers they could try, he would find one.

They went to every wandmaker in London proper in the attempt to find him a wand, failing miserably at every stop much to poor Edward’s dismay. It seemed that no wand in London was going to be good enough for this little boy and it was then that his mother had a both fortunate and unfortunate idea. Her idea, was to take him to Ireland, the home country of his father, perhaps he could find a wand there. Under guise of trying more wandmakers on the continent before bringing in one to just make him his own wand already she left with him on July 7, 1997 via portkey to the Wizarding part of Dublin.

Much to his Edward’s surprise and his mother’s dismay, he did find a wand in Ireland. Now not only would he remind her of his father physically and visually but he appeared to have more of the Irish in him than the British. The wand was made of Rowan, the tree of kings, had an Irish bog oak handle and the core was one single strand of leprechaun hair. It couldn’t have been more Irish had they put a four-leaf clover in as the core. Morgana almost wished she had found him no wand at all, despite the look of pleasure on her son’s face. At any rate, now they would not have to bring in a specialist to create a wand for him.

He left for Hogwarts in the fall, entering nervous and wondering what house he might be sorted into. Both of his parents were Ravenclaw alumni as was his brother Frederick. What house would he be in he wondered? Was it possible that he might end up in Hufflepuff? No, he would tell the Sorting Hat not to put him there. He would beg for Ravenclaw if he had to. No way was he going to be a Hufflepuff. He watched the sorting anxiously, bouncing a little as he watched others get sorted before it was finally his turn. He walked up the steps quickly, moving to jam the Sorting Hat on his head thinking that he would be fine with anything but Hufflepuff.

‘Don’t want to be a Hufflepuff then?’ the sorting hat whispered in his ear, causing him to jump slightly and reply that no he did not want to be a Hufflepuff. ‘Not cut out for Ravenclaw though, either.’ This thought saddened him greatly, but he was pleased at least that it listened to him and that he was not going to be Hufflepuff. ‘Perhaps Gryffindor?’ The hat prodded him before declaring for itself. ’No perhaps not. Only one left then..... SLYTHERIN.’ This last word was shouted to the hall and with a bit of relief tinged with sadness he moved over to the Slytherin table sitting next to two other first years who had been sorted before him.

His first year at Hogwarts was for the most part uneventful as he began to adjust to being away from home and started to make new friends. Not to mention having to basically start over with learning new things and seeing what classes he actually liked and would probably succeed in. At first the only class he liked was Flying lessons. He found that he had a natural aptitude for flying even if he found that most of his actual magical skills were subpar. He managed to pull through after several hours of study, and while there was little doubt that he could do it, he simply needed to work harder than most others.

His second year was better, likely because he now had friends and was accustomed to being away from home. Even his classes became easier as he went along and he was pleased to be among people his own age all the time. When one was home schooled classes got fairly boring by the time Friday came around. After all, with only one student in class no one could goof off or play tricks or anything fun like that. You always inevitably got caught by the teacher no matter how discreet you assumed you were being. No, Edward was very happy to be in class with other children which meant that mischief was more well boded.

His third year was the year that Edward made the Slytherin Quidditch team as a reserve beater. He was really more the person who cleaned up after the other players as opposed to the one who actually played and it was in his fourth year that he actually made the Slytherin Quidditch team as an official beater and he loved it. As much as he had loved flying before and adored the game of Quidditch, this was a whole new thrill. Thinking that the entire game might depend on his own skills with a bat was exhilarating and nothing truly matched that feeling. He had finally found his niche in life.

By the end of his fourth year he had already decided that what he wanted to do with the rest of his life was play Quidditch. Morgana and Howard were not particularly pleased with his decision but knew that there was nothing they could really do to stop him if that was what he wanted out of life. Frederick had already become the business man that Howard expected and well, while he loved Edward dearly, he wasn’t actually his son. So, if he wanted to throw his life away and waste it playing sports, well, that was his own decision. There was little denying, however, that Edward was pretty good at what he did. Perhaps being a beater would be okay for him, they could only hope he would succeed and not have his dreams dashed.

When fifth year finally rolled along, he paid little more attention to school than before even though all of his professors began to stress the importance of OWLs at the end of the year. The words were like a mantra in every classroom he entered then, “Mr. Lynch, are you paying attention?” He was and he wasn’t he supposed and he barely managed to scrape by through his OWLs. He somehow managed to scrape by with Es in every subject except for Defense Against the Dark Arts in which he got a T. He just really never understood the subject matter. Perhaps it was that right brain versus left brain mentality and learning style again. Too many little bits and bobs in that one and keeping track of all of those evil things, honestly.

Sixth and Seventh year went much the same way since he already knew what he was going to do with the rest of his life and he assumed that his NEWTs scores and classes would really matter little. The only one he actively enjoyed going to was Divnation. There was something about that subject that made perfect sense to him. His NEWTs scores were also much the same as his OWLs with an A in Care of Magical Creatures and Es in both Charms and Divination. These scores were not surprising at all and Edward was utterly unfazed over them. After all, would he ever really need to know such small details in his future career? He thought not.

Before he even finished Hogwarts, he received an offer from a Quidditch scout for a small minor league team the Norfolk Nifflers and he eagerly accepted the offer, jumping on any chance that life gave him to play Quidditch outside of Hogwarts. That would only be one step away from playing on a real team! There was no way his parents could disapprove now that he had been invited to play for a team, even if it only was in the minor league. He was on his way to success in his mind, his optimism could not fail him. He was more excited than words could readily express and at the end of the year began practicing with his new team mates.

While he loved the Minor League and certainly knew it had helped improve his game a scant three years later Edward was ready to move on and to try and find a spot on a much better team. He enjoyed what he was doing but playing in the minor league was starting to become too easy, a bit of a bore in fact. It was all he could do to wake up and go to practice in the mornings anymore after a while. He was aware scouts came to the game but he also made himself available for tryouts and the like until finally, it happened. The Montrose Magpies invited Edward to be on their line up in the fall once their oldest beater had retired. The Magpies were some of the best players in the league and it was with no small amount of pride that he accepted the offer, ready to play Quidditch on a much grander scale.

For the past two years, Edward has been playing for the Montrose Magpies, very content to have finally made it not only onto a major Quidditch team but onto what he considered the best team in the entire British and Irish Quidditch League. This was a whole new game and an exhilarating one at that! No more would he bored playing against the youngsters of the Wizarding World, he was moving on up. Not to mention being considered one of the best beaters in the League at his young age was quite flattering. He aspired someday to be the best, but he knew that at the moment his age prevented that from happening, especially when there were others who were much larger and much more gruff than he was. There were levels of violence that he would not sink to - no matter how much other beaters might push him.

Everything in his life was going well, perfectly fine in fact when he received jarring news from his mother. On January 23, 2008 Howard Lynch suffered a heart attack and passed away at the age of sixty-two. He had been perfectly fine, sitting in his study one moment and the next moment he was dead. Edward was devastated. He knew that someday he would have to see his father go though he was unaware just how much this event would change his life. He believed that perhaps it would change a little bit, he might need to take care of his mother more and small things like that. Not to mention the tidy sum that would be deposited into his bank account, not that he needed that. It was the saddest moment of his life, however, to have to say goodbye to the man who had raised him.

That day was the turning point of the rest of the year for him, however. If he thought that was bad, well the worst was yet to come. It was not long after Howard died that Edward began to look after his mother more and she grew more resentful of his mourning garb and attitude. To think, he was acting as though he were Howard’s actual son! He was being much more dutiful than Frederick, even. Edward didn’t know, however, he didn’t know the truth of the matter until one day when checking up on his mother he walked in on a very... Interesting scene. Morgana had dipped into the firewhiskey a wee bit much that day and she told him everything.

To say that his world was turned upside down, would not be saying enough. He learned in the span of less than an hour that Howard Lynch had not been his father, Frederick was not his real brother and everything he thought he knew was a lie. He was confused, terribly so and unsure of what to do with the new information that he had been given. This is also the moment where his apathy towards his mother began. She had lied to him for the past twenty-two years! At least Howard he could respect a little more, he had seen a woman in trouble and helped her. Though the whole bit about being paid to do so was conveniently tucked away. His mother had been the harlot who had left his real father and for what?

He cut communications with her for the remainder of March, not willing to deal with the matter until he cooled down a little bit and could do a little research into this “Lukas Quinn” who was his real father. The best source of information he presumed would be his Uncle Lambert who was more than happy to fit him in between two appointments for the wedding he was currently planning. Lambert was more than happy to tell him about Lukas Quinn, at least what he knew, but the story ended at the end of Morgana’s seventh year when he had offered to take her in and she had refused, not wanting to live without the money that his grandparents had left her when they died. The more he learned about this, the more that he saw his mother in a different light, unsure if he should view her with pity or with disdain. Lambert gave him the only real lead he had, Lukas Quinn was a hitwizard in Ministry employ.

Although his mother has attempted to contact him he has barely done more than the bare minimum, ensuring that she knows he is alive and whatnot, but he is still doubtful that he will be able to forgive her. Breaking the news to Frederick came easier than he thought, however, and the other man accepted - perhaps too much so - readily that Edward was not his real brother. Though he could not believe that no one had ever told him. They remain close, however, having been raised as siblings for the past twenty-two years. He has spent the last few months contemplating how exactly to approach Hitwizard Quinn and trying to learn more about his real family on his father’s side.

What is your occupation? How do you go about it? How did you get your current occupation? How does your past and abilities justify your current skills?:
Edward plays Quidditch, professionally, though many people would wish to act as though this is not a real occupation but rather a way to pass time. He plays as a beater for the Montrose Magpies. Edward’s age is perhaps a slight disadvantage against many of the older beaters in the League, but at the same time he claims that he has more stamina and can always get bigger, whereas some of them, well, it’s only downhill from where they are. Though he is not particularly aggressive in real life on the pitch he plays with what he considers as the perfect amount of aggression - unless he gets whipped up into a frenzy or provoked, then all of his anger gets thrown into his beating.

He will openly admit that there are certain beaters in the League that he prefers not to come up against, they are far more skilled than he is and usually rougher. There are a few that he faces with a large gulp. Though he is confident in his own skills, it is their actions and the nature of their play that he finds intimidating. He does go into every game with a positive outlook though, even if he does not feel especially confident about who he is beating against.

If there is one place where Edward has a great amount of confidence, it is in the arena with the press. The team pretty boy, despite his position, he does not mind getting dolled up and playing the part. He likes to think that the press adores him and his coach too. He keeps his nose clean, no big love affairs or any of that - he is only just two years into the big leagues after all and would like to stay there for some time.

Two years ago Edward was invited to play for the Montrose Magpies after having spent three years playing for a small minor league Quidditch team, the Norfolk Nifflers. It was his skill that won him the position. From the age of thirteen he has dedicated himself mainly to Quidditch and his beating skill. He does not pretend to be the best, but rather likes to use the term up-and-coming or best of his age. After all, he is one of few beaters who are so young.

Writing Sample:
Show your character in a scene that illustrates the best and worst aspects of their personality. Include action, dialog and thought.

A dense fog eclipsed the sun that might otherwise have shone that morning and a faint breeze whistled through the air and rustled the assorted banners that hung on the stands of the pitch on Bodmin Moor. It was rare that anyone came to practice here, especially considering the famous match that had occurred in 1884 where a Snitch disappeared onto the moors and the game lasted six months. Yet, the Magpies - as though wishing to prove their excellence - practiced here often, knowing that they would be able to play through the dense mist that inhabited the pitch. At least, if nothing else, the Pitch was well-tended.

The team was not out in the cold, foggy morning air yet, however. They were still in their locker room, preparing for the seven am practice that occurred twice a week. Their practice time varied, as their coach pushed the importance of being able to play at any time, in any weather and with all different types of visibility. Perhaps this was also why he varied the Pitch, to ensure that they did not become too comfortable with one and not with another - though many of the players were of the opinion that one Pitch was as good as another. After all, they were all the same shape and size, it was regulated. That was what the Department of Magical Games and Sports was for, ensuring that everything was up to snuff with regulation.

Edward yawned lazily in the pitch, pulling his uniform on slowly and deliberately, tying the laces on his gloves with quiet precision. He stretched his arms and adjusted his uniform before looking around at his other team mates. Only one of them bounced around the locker room full of energy, trying to rouse everyone else up to his level, which caused for Edward only a bit of a smile and not any more energy than he had. That would all be solved when he stepped out on the Pitch and climbed onto his broom. Once he felt the cool breeze on his face as he moved around the Pitch his energy would hit him like a bludger to the chest.

”Oi, mates, let’s get out there and play hard!” When the team captain called them out they all shouldered their brooms and made their way out onto the Pitch, audible groans escaping several of them as they pulled matching Quidditch goggles onto their faces. The cool air hit Edward’s warm skin and his own goggles were firmly adjusted before he moved to hitting himself lightly on the leg with his bat. He was used to these practices, but he was not expecting the thick fog that was still on the moor. He swung his leg over his broomstick and followed his teammates up into the air, waiting for their coach to release the balls and wondering how long today’s practice would go.

It was not long before the bludgers were up in the air along with the Snitch and the Quaffle. Today’s practice should be fun. Edward moved around, darting this way and that as he hit the bludger with all of his might at one of the reserve chasers. These practice scrimmages were always fun and they were pretty well matched against their reserves, though slightly better obviously. He looked around the pitch, waiting for his chance, hitting the bludgers this way and that but wanting to find the two seekers. After all, he knew that taking out the other team’s seeker was a way to almost assure that their team would catch the Snitch. Though in this scrimmage, he knew that there was no doubt that their seeker was superior.

When the chance came he swung his bat with great force aimed directly at the reserve seeker. She swerved and a small swear exited his mouth. He would get her soon enough. There was no need to rush matters. His bludger did hit a chaser, as though trying to make up for the swerve that was pulled off by the seeker. There would be another chance, that was what he kept reminding himself of. The reserve team was already one chaser down and so Edward was feeling smug. Of course, that all fell when the other main beater actually succeeded in hitting the seeker of the reserve team. Oh well, he would have other chances in the future and there would be real games in which he could do that.

The game was short after that and their seeker caught the Snitch easily with little interruption from another player knocking her this way and that. This was still several hours later, however. They finished at eleven o’clock in the morning with the pre-game warm-up the scrimmage and the post-game cool down all accounted for. After this they trudged off the Pitch and put the balls away, Edward catching a bludger and wrestling it into the box before locking it in, letting his other beater do the same for the other one while he went ahead and moved to the locker room, stripping down and heading into the shower. The water was refreshing, and they all moved quickly, wanting to be done with practice sooner rather than later.

Of course, there was the biggest part left, the after practice pep talk and disclosure of the next practice time and Pitch. Their coach came out into the middle of the locker room whipped into a right frenzy, ready to either kill them all or congratulate them - honestly it was difficult for Edward to tell with that man. He was pleased that they had practiced hard and happy they played so well through the mist. Then again there were always the critiques as well. “Lynch! More precision next time! You missed an easy shot!” The coach turned to him and Edward groaned inwardly.

“Yes, sir. Of course, easy shots are easier when there’s no mist to cloud your view.” He shrugged his shoulders and wondered what the coach might think of his sass. Well, it wasn’t really sass. He supposed it was more him simply making a statement. It was true. Easy shots were easier if there was no mist blinding everyone on the field. Even with their Quidditch goggles to try and help them see it was still difficult. True they were not considered the best team in the League because they took all of these little challenges and let them dictate how they played, but rather they were ace at overcoming these things.

The coach paused for a moment, scrutinizing Edward’s face, looking for any sign that he might be acting in a facetious manner before waving him off with a warning to watch his tongue. Edward felt he had a point though, but he had no need to be thrown off the team or kept from playing in their next few matches just because he felt he was right. He sat back against the lockers, his arms crossed across his chest and simply listened to whatever else the coach had to say before his parting words. “Yorkshire Moor. Noon. Tomorrow. Come prepared to play hard!”

Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Edward is above all else at this moment somewhere lost in his own confusion. To have learned that everything that he thought was true was actually a lie was a big blow to him and he still does not know what exactly to do with the information. He wants to find his father, but he is not even aware of whether or not the man knows that he exists. Much less if he has a family or another son or anything. He is in the dark. While his Quidditch career continues to move forward and his life in the public eye seems perfect, everything in the private sphere is in shambles. There is no woman in his life - nor does he feel the necessity to make time for one right now - and his ambivalence towards his mother has separated him from the only true family he has known his whole life. He is torn about how to react to the dishonesty that he was surrounded with his whole life but apart from his relationship with his mother the rest of his life still holds his optimistic views.