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BK
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I was looming in the shadows like Batman and decided that you guys seemed alright... and Alisha threatened to hurt me if I didn't. (lol, j/k)
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I was Celestine St.Mudfurt on HM back in the day-day. Kia's mom.
 
Full Character Name:
Dean Conrad Brison II
Character Birthday & Age:
April 6, 1976 / 32 years old
City & Country of Birth:
Odessa, Texas USA
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn?:
Halfblood
Alma Mater:
Red Rocks Academy, Apoyan-Tachi house, Class of 1992
Job:
Hitwizard For Hire

Wand: 12 1/1'' supple Alder wood with Hippogrif Talon core. Wood is dyed with a dark brown laquer.

Physical Description:
(Optional list)
Build/Body type: Athletic/muscular build
Estimated Height/Weight: 6'1”
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Skin color: Fair
First Impression:
     He comes off as being a quiet and well-mannered gentlemen... unless you happen to be watching from a guy's point of view, then he is either the prankster of your group or the flirtatious jerk that just stole your date for the evening and somehow tricked the bar into thinking you had their tab, “friend”.

Any odd/outstanding features?:
1. A gunshot scar on his left thigh, 2 knife scars on his torso, a very light burn mark on his right shin, and a birthmark on the tip of his left ear that looks like a patch of freckles.
2. Odd you say? Well, there are 4 small red dots on the back of his left hand and 3 on his right. Both sets of markings go all the way through to his palms and are perfectly in line with one another respectfully. -So... funny story about that...-


Personality Description:
     When Dean walks into a room, most often times he doesn't belong there, but his charm and wit give him the ability to convince the owner of that room, and everyone in it, otherwise. Often quick to adapt a temper and determined to be in control of the situation, Dean is a protector through and through. Preferring to be alone, he tends to almost smother those that he “falls in love” with and often times, drives them away due to his protecting persona. 
   A bit of a prankster and a very big flirt, he finds himself in crazy situations and seemingly uncontrollable circumstances, but somehow always finds his way back on top. He is very loyal and dedicated to whatever and whomever he has a task from. His lifestyle lends him certain contacts and alleyways that he must try to consistently keep up in the face of adversity. This also causes more harm than good at times.
   Upon joining the military as a country boy from nowhere, Dean received hazing and, after quitting the muggle military and becoming an auror, still received it. To his British comrades he was often being referred to as “Yankee”. This ticks him off a little because of the logical technicalities of history. Yankees were from the North, he's from the south. Although he isn't proud of all of the Southern United States' history, he'd still rather not be called a Yankee.
   He tends to be a bit rough when it comes to almost anything but his job and tact isn't his strong suit. With a never-ending curiosity and almost insatiable boredom due to being an only child, Dean changes scenery and learns different things almost daily. He is rarely seen without a book of some sort. 
   Due to the events of his childhood and the silence of his parents, Dean sleeps with the sound of the water faucet dripping or a clock ticking. The breaks in the silence are more than comforting and have become a habit. This goes along with his general rabble rousing and teasing mannerisms.
   Dean is a good guy deep down past all the mess, and if anyone were to sneak past the fake social wall that he portrays, they'd see the true “gentile” man in there, holding up the economy size tube of toothpaste he's squeezing into the sink.   

History:
   Raised in harsh impoverished conditions due to his parents rebelling against their parents and getting married, Dean was an only child in a disturbingly quiet and very broken household. It wasn't that his parents fought, it was that they had so much they wanted to fight about but didn't for the sake of their son. They just didn't speak to one another. Dean felt that somehow, deep down, their misery was his fault, so he tried to be a good boy so they would talk. Unfortunately, when that didn't work, he had to find other ways.
   Dean found that the only way of breaking the silence was to cause noise. He began pulling pranks and debating with his parents about the validity of his punishments as if they were up for discussion. When he lost, he was very quick to anger, but his parents understood and humored him by attempting to speak without spite to one another when Dean was around, if for no other reason than to keep him happy.
   As he grew older he found his powers at the age of 10 when he was on a family trip and decided to go cow tipping at night with the local boys. When the cow flew, from his frustrated shoulder ramming, through the barn wall, the boys thought he was the strongest person they'd ever met. At first Dean kept it to himself, but after practicing a bit on his own he thought he could use it as a way to create a stir and spook his parents. They weren't fooled in the slightest however, as Dean's father was a wizard and when the joke was played back on the boy, he was not amused by his father's antics in the slightest. They had already contacted the Red Rocks academy to begin his education when he was 11. Dean found he enjoyed being a wizard. It caused his parents to speak to him more, and, selfish as it seemed, that is all he really wanted. By the age of 13 however, he realized fully that they were putting up a full front. He wasn't sure if his parents were reliable or not. After trying to take control and find out the reason behind their malice towards one another, when he was 14 he gave up and he began to separate himself from them emotionally. Dean resided himself to a lonely existence where people hid the truth.
   Dean's parents stayed together until he was finished with his education at Red Rocks. Afterwards, they urged Dean to continue his life by joining the military and when he left for the service, they divorced and went their separate ways. They gave no notice of this to Dean until he returned home at 19 years old for the holidays and found it empty with a dusty contact information slip and a letter telling him he was the only joy in their lives on the kitchen table. After trying to contact them both, he found that his father had died from a muggle work accident and his mother was happily remarried in Arizona. Although deeply hurt, he still had a way to contact his mother, and she was more than welcome to have him. Staying busy became the only way to push down his sorrow.
   Dean became a ladies man and used his pranks and wit to move up through the ranks instead of just combat skills alone. He preferred not to hurt people if possible, and developed a natural talent in the ways persuasion. Dean was very keen and when he found something he was good at, his creativity and enthusiasm ran wild.
     Due to his technical skills, he was shipped out from his station in Camp Beauregard Louisiana to assist in an operation against the IRA as a sniper. However, the assignment was months out and he had to wait. Whilst he was in Ireland he went with some fellow officers to a pub in Waterford.
   That night, in February of 1996, Dean met a drunken young woman by the name of Maeve Kearney. She seemed light and full of life and after hours of exchanged banter, flirting, and many drinks he went to escort his breathe of fresh air home and wound up still there in the morning. Dean was tired, naked, bewildered, and completely satisfied. Whilst asleep, Maeve was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen and he thought he'd stay with her, but when she awoke she quickly showed him that beauty is only skin deep. After a fierce argument over whose “fault” their encounter was she immediately gave him the boot.
   Dean’s continuing campaigns taught him combat techniques from the Marines, weapon designs, and strategist methodologies. He took a striking blow to his morals later that year after he killed a man for the first time in his life. After a perfect shot Dean watched the man die in the arms of another man that was clearly his son. This made Dean leave the service. He wasn’t sure what was right anymore.

   When he turned 22 Dean began to wonder what lie in the magic military and began a new adventure in the American Auror Corps out of the need for a change. He was pushed and forced to learn very quickly, due to the situation at Hogwarts and the aiding of refugees. The position gave him a stronger sense of justice. Seeing all those people hurt and struggling still remains a consistent reminder of the purpose of his position in life, and the importance he has as an individual. He found the position of a protector more than satisfying. By 2004 he achieved the status of a full auror at the age of 28, with multiple muggle and wizarding campaigns underneath his belt to show for his hard work and dedication. He wasn't top of his class, but no one doubted his skills. When he was reprimanded by his superior officer for capturing an enemy wizard that the superior wanted dead instead alive, Dean resigned the Aurors as well and began his career as a Hit wizard for hire. He’d decided that was the only way he could do things as he saw fit.
   At the age of 32 he experienced an awkward reunion with a woman he supposedly knew, but couldn't place amongst the myriad of those he'd “explored”. That was, until she mentioned where she was from. Maeve Kearney had contacted him again to let him know he had an 11(almost 12) year old “Hell spawn”. She couldn't keep him due to the fact that the boy had become an issue to muggles. When she said that, it was very clear to him what he had to do.
   Immediately transferring all his dealings to London; Dean embarks on the new adventure of raising a son he's never met.
 
 
What is your job description? How do you go about your job?
How did you get your current job? How does your past and abilities justify your current position?:
Dean is a Hit wizard for Hire/bounty hunter. After many years of military and auror training and extreme knowledge in both wizarding and muggle weaponry, spells, and potions he is more than prepared for the tactical and refined aspects of the job. His quick wits and athletic prowess create a hard to defeat target. Although rebellious at times, his “chess” patterned thoughts are usually on the mark so far as high threat targets are concerned. He simply presents himself and does his best to learn everything that he can at all times.

Writing Sample:

     Dean Brison looked around the still room. The drapes were drawn back from the windows to allow the 2 shin high crystal cut glass top tables the light they direly needed to avoid looking drab and gaudy. As he crossed the tile floor, his hands had a mind of their own and touched everything that seemed interesting or unusual. He eventually found himself sitting at the hard wood desk rummaging through it.

“Looking for anything in particular Mr. Brison?”

The voice was a woman's. They had shared a drink or two the night before and he'd hoped that what they had shared afterwards would get her to change her mind and come clean. He hoped things would be easy. Without looking up or showing any sign of hesitation he casually replied.  “I think my box is in here, the one you left for me... anyways, I didn't want to bother you baby so I just came to get it on my own. It has nothing to do with you after all.”

He was sure she picked up his good intentions and he smiled to himself. She was a very nice woman and beautiful to boot. Crime was something he was sure she must have stumbled into due to circumstances beyond her control. He found it. A small black ominous looking box with auror insignia on the top. He pulled it out and held it up to the woman. His blue eyes narrowed in disappointment. There had been a serious miscalculation in her attitude and numbers. There, before him and on either side of her, were 2 rather large muscular men. He shot her a look. “Sweetheart, I don't mean to pry, but you don't need this in your desk.”

“But that's MY desk, Mr. Brison...”

“Well it wasn't just YOUR desk last night, now was it?” Dean snipped at her sharply as his temper warmed in a warning. How pretentious of her to instantly discount him as if nothing happened. His bitter bits would have to wait however. Dean was sure that wasn't exactly what he'd meant to say, but there was no taking it back now. “Anyways, you don't want this. It's just trouble. Someone as sweet as you wouldn't want trouble.” He looked down in the desk sitting the box on top and pulled out a few papers. He quickly rolled them into a tight tube as the large men went around both sides of the desk.

“Ya'll wanna see a magic trick?” Dean asked playfully. He stood sharply from the desk and kicked the chair against the man to the left of the desk, forcing him into the narrow corner of the room. He leaped onto the man on the right, riding him as he fell back onto the glass tables. Dean rolled from the K.O.'ed bulk beneath him into a low crouch in time to hear the woman begin to say

“Petrificus Totalus!”

and, spearing the woman's hand with the thick tube of paper revealing his hidden wand; he shouted
“Protego!”. The charm took effect on her and the other thug was easily dispatched with a simple immobulus charm. Her wand was knocked away and she clinched her teeth in slowed, then still, defeat as it hit the floor. Dean walked over to the desk, picked up the box and walked out grinning from ear to ear. “Call me.”


Sum up your character in one paragraph:
   Dean is a man's man, a lady's man, a man about town, so long as he can turn that town upside down without getting ticked off or treated unfairly. A loyal and independent man, he values his freedom and his fun almost as much as his sense of justice. Not normally the one to do wrong to others, Dean operates as a clean-up crew and pushes for justice on the small scale as much as the long haul. Unless angered, and he is quickly angered with the right buttons, attempting to talk things through first is Dean's MO, due to the fact he can turn things to suit him this way. He can come off as being heartfelt and kind or tactless and insincere, but given some thought, he's usually right.