Post by Mason Mitchell on Jul 26, 2009 18:44:24 GMT -6
Name: Mason Marcus Mitchell (not joking)
Nicknames: Mase, Mitch/Mitchy, Mitchell
Age: 32 (b: 19th August 1981)
Blood: pureblood
Appearance: Think informal, to the point of sheer scruffiness, and add a bit of wear and tear and you've got what Mason looks like on a good day. He's the kind of guy who wears fingerless gloves without so much of a second thought and likes vintagey-looking rocker kind of clothing. He's most comfortable in scruffy jeans and a t-shirt. That's not to say he wouldn't look better cleaned up, of course he would, but he's just one of those blokes who looks constantly awkward when dressed formally, especially when he has to don a suit and tie. With dark brown hair- he claims he's perfected the 'bed head look' in his own kind of way- and blue eyes he's nothing special at all, and doesn't spend that much time on his appearance because of it. Thing is, if he cleaned up, had a shave, wore smarter clothing and got an attitude adjustment he could fit the stereotypical look of a proper English gent... but he won't and will never allow himself to look 'a right prick' like that.
Personality: Constantly cynical about something or the other, it takes a lot for a person to break his stubborn shell but if you do you find a genuine, caring guy just looking for the chance to shine someday but too afraid to be seen as 'wanky'. His care solely manifests in covert ways (he's not a huge PDA fan) and if you ever realise he's done something nice for you and try to thank him for it he'd brush it off like it was nothing. He's not pessimistic, just realistic, and he's extremely blunt (almost tactless) about things since he hates 'dilly dallying' around subjects, just get to the point already! His sense of humour is extremely dry and some might say morbid, but he does have his goofy moments... moments that people very rarely see let alone tell people about before he warns them in very certain terms against it.
He likes to see himself as a bit of a loner, and he's perfectly fine living life on his own actually, but everyone else just seems to see it as a need for the love he didn't get as a child (he sure does have one huge chip on his shoulder, mind). He can't stand constantly happy people- mainly because he doesn't understand them- and often grumbles about them thinking the world is 'so fucking peachy' before moving away from them so he doesn't end up punching what Mason thinks is 'some sense' into them. In truth he envies their view on life but hey, it's not like he's actually going to admit that now, is it?!
Background: With three younger sisters the one role Mason filled rather well from the very start was the protective older brother. The family dynamic was fairly tight-knit, despite everything, with the Mitchell children each being unique in character- Kate (26) being a spoilt brat who existed just to argue with Mason, Christina (23) who grew up with the twisted view that 'life's shit and then you die', Jenny (19) the little sister (read: actually kind of a slag/slut) whom Mason has had to help out of trouble many a time. When it comes to parental figures, they don't have any as their dear old mum died of a terminal illness (which she conveniently forgot to mention to her husband or children) when Jenny was 2. Needless to say, Mr Mitchell decided that raising four kids was a bit too hard and he dumped them in a foster home and 'promptly fucked right off', or so Mason likes to say anyway. A sort-of reprieve came for the Mitchells when their aunt, Mary O'Callaghan (their mum's caring sister) fostered them as her own, taking them to live with her, her husband Eoin and two daughters (Bridget and Siobhan), who lived in a guest house they ran in Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland. Needless to say their household was more than a bit loud but they managed along just fine.
Upon arrival at Hogwarts Mason was sorted into Gryffindor much to the later-dismay of his teachers who soon realised that the Hat must have made some kind of fatal mistake. The first couple of years of his education went by unremarkably, he did the bare minimum of work and scraped by but as a teenager it could be said he 'fell in with the wrong crowd' just a bit and all the usual sex, booze, drugs and rock n roll that followed took it's toll on the rest of his life then. Many a time he lost friends from things he said when he was spectacularly pissed and/or high and this continued throughout his seven years at school. However he realised pretty soon after graduation that getting high all the time was crap when there wasn't the added fun of trying to act 'normal' while in lessons to avert teacher suspicion. He got clean then, apart from the booze and sex obviously, and his cigarettes were strictly legal after that though he still longed for the 'old carefree days of youth', who wouldn't? A bit of a fuck-up in life Mason's eyes were only truly opened up to just how rubbish his life really was when he was at the ripe age of 20 when his teenage-sweetheart/would-be-fiancée Caitlin Sheehan ran off to Dublin with his possessions, money and one of his best friends. Then he just realised life in general was shitty, including his... it could be said this is the origin of the chip on his shoulder. However, ever since then he's remained as cynical, pessimistic and 'fuck this' as ever but now he keeps the friends he has, is a somewhat decent person to be around and socialises without getting into fights every other day... certainly an improvement!
Characteristics:
-Mason doesn't appreciate nor operate on social cues, any kind of etiquette or civility most of the time- he's blunt to the point of being tactless and he's the kind of guy that doesn't hesitate to say what everyone else is thinking though daren't say aloud.
-You know what 'friendly Irish top-o-the-morning accent' all Irish people are meant to have? Yeah, Mason doesn't, his is of the decidely more gruff 'I'll-kill-ya-if-screw-me-over-now-feck-off-ya-bastard' nature.
Other:
-Owns a large barn owl called Hendrix- yes after Jimi Hendrix.
-He has always earned his living through bartending in various pubs but he surprisingly enjoys it quite a lot. He currently works behind the bar at The Three Broomsticks and as a waiter and part-time barman at The Hungry Hipogryff restaurant in Hogsmeade. He also earns an extra bit of cash playing acoustic sets in some pubs/bars in Hogsmeade on weekends, leaning towards a fusion of Bob Dylan, Oasis, Tom Waits-esque music.
Nicknames: Mase, Mitch/Mitchy, Mitchell
Age: 32 (b: 19th August 1981)
Blood: pureblood
Appearance: Think informal, to the point of sheer scruffiness, and add a bit of wear and tear and you've got what Mason looks like on a good day. He's the kind of guy who wears fingerless gloves without so much of a second thought and likes vintagey-looking rocker kind of clothing. He's most comfortable in scruffy jeans and a t-shirt. That's not to say he wouldn't look better cleaned up, of course he would, but he's just one of those blokes who looks constantly awkward when dressed formally, especially when he has to don a suit and tie. With dark brown hair- he claims he's perfected the 'bed head look' in his own kind of way- and blue eyes he's nothing special at all, and doesn't spend that much time on his appearance because of it. Thing is, if he cleaned up, had a shave, wore smarter clothing and got an attitude adjustment he could fit the stereotypical look of a proper English gent... but he won't and will never allow himself to look 'a right prick' like that.
Personality: Constantly cynical about something or the other, it takes a lot for a person to break his stubborn shell but if you do you find a genuine, caring guy just looking for the chance to shine someday but too afraid to be seen as 'wanky'. His care solely manifests in covert ways (he's not a huge PDA fan) and if you ever realise he's done something nice for you and try to thank him for it he'd brush it off like it was nothing. He's not pessimistic, just realistic, and he's extremely blunt (almost tactless) about things since he hates 'dilly dallying' around subjects, just get to the point already! His sense of humour is extremely dry and some might say morbid, but he does have his goofy moments... moments that people very rarely see let alone tell people about before he warns them in very certain terms against it.
He likes to see himself as a bit of a loner, and he's perfectly fine living life on his own actually, but everyone else just seems to see it as a need for the love he didn't get as a child (he sure does have one huge chip on his shoulder, mind). He can't stand constantly happy people- mainly because he doesn't understand them- and often grumbles about them thinking the world is 'so fucking peachy' before moving away from them so he doesn't end up punching what Mason thinks is 'some sense' into them. In truth he envies their view on life but hey, it's not like he's actually going to admit that now, is it?!
Background: With three younger sisters the one role Mason filled rather well from the very start was the protective older brother. The family dynamic was fairly tight-knit, despite everything, with the Mitchell children each being unique in character- Kate (26) being a spoilt brat who existed just to argue with Mason, Christina (23) who grew up with the twisted view that 'life's shit and then you die', Jenny (19) the little sister (read: actually kind of a slag/slut) whom Mason has had to help out of trouble many a time. When it comes to parental figures, they don't have any as their dear old mum died of a terminal illness (which she conveniently forgot to mention to her husband or children) when Jenny was 2. Needless to say, Mr Mitchell decided that raising four kids was a bit too hard and he dumped them in a foster home and 'promptly fucked right off', or so Mason likes to say anyway. A sort-of reprieve came for the Mitchells when their aunt, Mary O'Callaghan (their mum's caring sister) fostered them as her own, taking them to live with her, her husband Eoin and two daughters (Bridget and Siobhan), who lived in a guest house they ran in Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland. Needless to say their household was more than a bit loud but they managed along just fine.
Upon arrival at Hogwarts Mason was sorted into Gryffindor much to the later-dismay of his teachers who soon realised that the Hat must have made some kind of fatal mistake. The first couple of years of his education went by unremarkably, he did the bare minimum of work and scraped by but as a teenager it could be said he 'fell in with the wrong crowd' just a bit and all the usual sex, booze, drugs and rock n roll that followed took it's toll on the rest of his life then. Many a time he lost friends from things he said when he was spectacularly pissed and/or high and this continued throughout his seven years at school. However he realised pretty soon after graduation that getting high all the time was crap when there wasn't the added fun of trying to act 'normal' while in lessons to avert teacher suspicion. He got clean then, apart from the booze and sex obviously, and his cigarettes were strictly legal after that though he still longed for the 'old carefree days of youth', who wouldn't? A bit of a fuck-up in life Mason's eyes were only truly opened up to just how rubbish his life really was when he was at the ripe age of 20 when his teenage-sweetheart/would-be-fiancée Caitlin Sheehan ran off to Dublin with his possessions, money and one of his best friends. Then he just realised life in general was shitty, including his... it could be said this is the origin of the chip on his shoulder. However, ever since then he's remained as cynical, pessimistic and 'fuck this' as ever but now he keeps the friends he has, is a somewhat decent person to be around and socialises without getting into fights every other day... certainly an improvement!
Characteristics:
-Mason doesn't appreciate nor operate on social cues, any kind of etiquette or civility most of the time- he's blunt to the point of being tactless and he's the kind of guy that doesn't hesitate to say what everyone else is thinking though daren't say aloud.
-You know what 'friendly Irish top-o-the-morning accent' all Irish people are meant to have? Yeah, Mason doesn't, his is of the decidely more gruff 'I'll-kill-ya-if-screw-me-over-now-feck-off-ya-bastard' nature.
Other:
-Owns a large barn owl called Hendrix- yes after Jimi Hendrix.
-He has always earned his living through bartending in various pubs but he surprisingly enjoys it quite a lot. He currently works behind the bar at The Three Broomsticks and as a waiter and part-time barman at The Hungry Hipogryff restaurant in Hogsmeade. He also earns an extra bit of cash playing acoustic sets in some pubs/bars in Hogsmeade on weekends, leaning towards a fusion of Bob Dylan, Oasis, Tom Waits-esque music.
