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Post by Collin Eggert on May 15, 2012 20:47:15 GMT -6
COLLIN TOBIAS EGGERT
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GENERAL INFORMATION
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PERSONALITY
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THE HISTORY
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Ignacio Eggert. Aged 40. Former Slytherin. Evil Alliance.
Ignacio Eggert has always been a driven and overly confident man. His years at Hogwarts were spent forging connections and earning top marks in nearly everything he set his mind to. Though passed over for Head Boy, Ignacio didn’t let setbacks hold him down. After graduation, Ignacio happily entered into the family business. The Eggert’s had been the best in Magical Public Relations for centuries. They were even better at trading Dark Artifact’s under the watchful eye of the Ministry.
After being forced into marriage at the age of 24, Ignacio has never taken time off work for his family. He simply has no time for such things. In his mind, he was raised in the exact same way and he clearly turned out perfectly fine. He is a cold and selfish man who cares very little about the muggle community. In fact, he could care less if they were eradicated or not. As long as that is what his client wants, that is what Ignacio wants. He wishes nothing more than for his 2 sons to join the business, and for his daughter to marry into a pureblood family.
Mother:
Lucille Eggert. Nee McCormick. Aged 37. Former Ravenclaw. Neutral Alliance.
Lucille McCormick had dreams of becoming a Medi-Witch. She gave her life to her school work. Her years at Hogwarts were spent studying. She did very little socializing. Her hard work paid off when she was awarded the honor of being both Prefect and Head Girl. Her work was further rewarded after graduation with an internship at St. Mungo’s. Her dreams came crashing down around her at the age of 21 when she was forced to marry Ignacio Eggert.
Depression settled in on the woman with the birth of her first child. Drinking became a guilty escape to her. The society living was an easy cover. She was expected to socialize and have fun. For the sake of the family. Her drinking became worse and worse as her second and third child were born. She has had several trips to her old hospital since, all alcohol related.
Sister:
Chloe Eggert. Aged 12. Current Slytherin. Neutral Alliance.
Chloe is a very vain little girl. Forever daddy’s little princess, Chloe makes certain that she is always well behaved and follows her father’s every command. A beauty by societies standards, Chloe is very concerned with her appearance and has been described on more than one occasion as conceited. A pretty little backstabber, Chloe chooses to keep her friends close and her enemies even closer. She is constantly butting heads with her older brother, whom she considers a waste of space.
Brother:
Christian Eggert. Aged 10. Neutral Alliance.
Christian is a clone of his father. He is an arrogant child dead set on following in his father’s footsteps. He finds his brother’s actions deplorable. The young boy can’t wait to attend Hogwarts, where he hopes to become a Slytherin.
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The Eggert name holds a certain prestige in the wizarding community. They managed to have stayed pure throughout the centuries. The Eggert’s did not always hold high value in the community. In fact it was only in the past 300 years that the Eggert gained any fortune at all. Many pureblooded families seemed to need help concealing their secrets and hiding the trading of many less than favorable commodities. They simply couldn’t turn to the Ministry for any help. One day over several drinks, the elite of the wizarding community found a young drunk storyteller by the name of Alund Eggert. A pureblooded handsome man, the group ate up every word the charismatic young man threw at them. Fantastical tales of hiding deep dark secrets flowed from his whiskey covered tongue. When asked if they to could keep their secrets in the dark, Almund simply wrote his name on a bar napkin. From that chance meeting, an empire was born.
Eggert PR has since become the one and only name for Public Relations in the wizarding community. While at times frowned upon for it’s muggle similarities, it proved quite useful to those who needed to fix a husband’s betrayal, or a wife whose newborn child seemed to look a lot like the hired help. Now run by Ignacio Eggert Sr. and Ignacio Eggert Jr. the company is thriving. The Eggert blood line remains pure, though both Sr. and Jr. fear that the eldest Eggert child will sabotage the life they have come to lead.
Pre-Collin-
On a cool afternoon in early November, a wedding was held. It was not a joyous occasion, as both parties did not agree to the marriage. A young man, successful in his job at his father’s firm was to wed a young girl, who had dreams of working at St. Mungo’s. Arranged marriages were commonplace among the pureblood families. It was no surprise the two were unhappy. But marriage was no longer about love and happiness. It was yet another business transaction.
The marriage was a sham. The honeymoon lasted all of 15 minutes. And from this, a son was conceived. Collin Tobias Eggert was born on a sunny August morning. Ignacio saw an heir in his wife’s arms. Lucille saw the end of her dreams.
Early Childhood-
Collin was raised mostly by a slew of nannies. His father was far to busy to spend time with his son. His mother was far to depressed. His infancy went by quickly, and before either of his parents knew it, the small boy was beginning to walk. He was a curious young lad, often wandering off from his guardian and into places he ought not be. When his sister was brought home, Collin had just turned 2. He was delighted to be a big brother.
Collin very rarely saw his parents. He was never hugged by them. Never told he was loved or that he was special. He took to calling his nannies mother. Many corrected him. Several allowed it. Only one ever showed love and affection back. Mary O’Malley was fresh out of Hogwarts and needed to make money to support her sickly mother. She stayed with Collin for nearly 5 years. Collin believes to this day that Mary is the only reason he turned out the way he did. Without that little bit of affection, he shudders to think of what he may have ended up like. The two stay in contact.
Childhood-
Collin’s childhood was as normal as it could be for a boy in his position. He was still adventurous and mischievous. He often climbed trees, ran wild, and wandered into the city. His newest nanny was a disgruntled elderly woman who could barely handle Collin let alone his younger sister and brother. He was easily able to sneak away from the confides of his home. While wandering his neighborhood, Collin managed to make many friends from the muggle community, much to the displeasure of his parent’s. Not a day went by that he was scolded, smacked, or disciplined. Yet Collin did not care. His parent’s seemed like cold nameless strangers to him.
By the age of 6, Collin was kept at home for most parts of the day. He was to be home schooled. He was far too good for a muggle school. No pureblooded parent in their right mind would send their child to public school. And though the boy hollered and pleaded to be sent to regular school, he was home schooled until the day he left for Hogwarts. With lessons making up most of his days, Collin rarely found time to make new friends. Three years of schooling passed, as Collin grew more and more upset. His siblings were very little comfort to him. Chloe was turning into a vicious little brat, and Christian seemed to simply quote his father.
By the time Collin had turned 9, he had already been producing bits of magic. It seemed to come out when he was upset. His parent’s were not alarmed. As far as Collin could tell, they were indifferent. The less they seemed to care, the angrier the boy got. The angrier he got, the more vases he destroyed. Two years passed, and Collin gradually learned to cool his temper. Though still short, he discovered that counting backwards would be able to calm him down. Magic still burst from the boy during great enraged episodes, but it happened far less frequently.
The arrival of his Hogwarts letter was his most exciting moment. Acceptance at Hogwarts meant not only that he was to begin a new journey, but it was also a sweet escape from his home. He would make new friends, meet new people, and best of all be far, far, away from the cold confides of the place he called “home”.
First Year-
Collin entered Hogwarts with wide eyes and high expectations. He was easily sorted into Hufflepuff, much to his families displeasure. He quickly made friends with his house mates that night, and enjoyed a great feast. As the days wore on, Collin learned just how difficult the coursework would be. While he found most of his professors to be quite nice and fair, a few of them seemed to expect way to much from an 11 year old. After all, his home schooling had been so easy. He found it hard to show up to class on time, and even harder to get all his work done. His nights were often spent up late talking with his friends and planning mischief for the weekends.
Collin found fun where he could. The young boy often found himself sneaking out of his common room to roam the dark halls, only managing to get caught once. His attempts to plan a few parties were quickly squashed by tattletales, prefects, and professors. Near the middle of his year he began noticing a girl named Cynthia. She was funny, enjoyed playing pranks, and best of all always smelled of coconut. Collin was mad for her, though she never seemed to feel the same. The smell of coconut still takes him back to those shaky butterflies in the stomach days.
His grades at the end of the year were underwhelming to say the least. His potions mark was just barely passing. With all his goofing around, he just skimmed through passing to the second year. The ride home was dreadful. He never wanted it to end. As he pulled up to King’s Cross he already began counting the days until his return to Hogwarts. His summer home was brutal. He was punished for his marks, and was made to study nearly all summer long. His father was convinced that his son could be bread to be just like him. Collin was determined to be the furthest thing from his father.
Second Year-
The beginning of his second year could not have come faster for the young boy. His summer had been painful and all he wanted was to return to his friends. His year went more or less the same. The outgoing boy tried to make friends with most anyone who would talk to him. His classes were just as difficult, though he had finally mastered some of the basic spells from the previous year. Cynthia was a good tutor to the young boy, though he still found it hard to concentrate when the smell of coconut hit his nose. In return for her help, Collin used the weekends to help her overcome her fear of flying. The large circle of friends he had acquired could always be found at the Quidditch pitch horsing around.
Collin managed to pull off one party that year. It lasted very nearly an hour before it was busted. Detention was given that lasted nearly a month. Collin didn’t mind. It seemed his reputation was now proceeding him. He was still a little kid, but he was a little kid who may amount to more than what his birth name meant. It was also Collin’s second year that he discovered his profound dislike for muggle bashers. After seeing the way some of his friends were treated, he vowed to support and protect all bloodlines. And so his mini-organization Lovey-Dovey was created.
His grades improved slightly by the end of the year, but not enough to get him away from the summer lessons back home once more. Time spent not in lessons were spent at fundraisers, balls, and other organized social events with his family. It seemed the family business was falling on tough times, and networking needed to be done. Apparently this included toting around his fake happy family. Collin could not have been more miserable.
On the rare occasion he could sneak out of his home, Collin found a friend in a young teenager named Frankie whom he had met at a store down the road from his home. The boy introduced him to the wonders of cigarettes and whiskey, something Collin has yet to keep away from. The 12 year old boy pretended to be 15 that year, and while he was sure Frankie didn’t buy it, he certainly didn’t seem to care. He was running with the cool kids, and Collin was pleased with himself. They drank, smoke, and whistled at the girl’s. It was finally a summer worth having.
Third Year-
Collin reentered Hogwarts a slightly changed boy. He had managed to grow a few inches over the summer, and he felt he was somehow older and cooler than the others. He regaled his friends in all of his summer stories, embellishing a bit as he went on. While many of his friends were impressed with his new “grown-up” air of confidence others were put off. Collin didn’t care. He thought of himself as cool. He was officially a teenager now. It wasn’t until he saw less and less of Cynthia that he saw what his behavior was doing. Heartbroken by the loss of his first girl, Collin became distance for a good three days.
But then word spread, altered and truth stretched, girls began to notice him. He was a handsome young boy, but now he had an edge. He was apparently being spoken about as a “bad boy”. Collin was back in the game and soon found the pleasure in flirting with girls. He winked at them as he walked down the hallways. Complimented their hair in the library. Told jokes and stories just to get a laugh or smile. He felt as if he was king of the world. Even having his bratty sister with him at school didn’t seem so bad. Two successful parties were held. And this time the boy hadn’t even been caught. It seemed he was getting rather good at being sneaky.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten any better at his studies. Once again the boy barely passed. He had many mishaps in his Potions class and was lucky to have passed period. His mind was elsewhere and his professors could see it. Luckily, his father was once again busy, and he barely seemed to notice his sons terrible marks. Either that or he had simply given up. Collin wasn’t sure. He spent his days playing Quidditch with his siblings, and his evenings once again with Frankie and his gang. The summer went so well for the young boy that he almost didn’t want to go back to school.
Current-
Collin’s fourth year now begins with yet another growth spurt. He has shot up another 5 inches, and has gained some musculature from his days spent practicing Quidditch. It is his hope that he can make the Hufflepuff team this year. He has gotten rather good at beating, even if his flying is still a bit shaky. While he does plan on working hard to pull up his marks, Collin is looking most forward to his social life. Lovey-Dovey is still important to the young boy, and he has plans on throwing a party to support the groups cause to love everyone regardless of blood status.
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His hand finally came to rest upon the blasted contraption. Without thinking twice, he picked it up and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall releasing one last sad dying beep before it lay quietly in three pieces upon the floor. At least his father would be happy to see the thing go. Collin lay motionless for a few long moments before turning over onto his back. His slate grey eyes opened slowly, casting their glance upon his ornate bedroom ceiling. He blinked several times before his brain began to function. And once it did, he shot upright in his bed. His birthday. It was his bloody 14th birthday. A smirk danced across his lips as he sprang out of bed. What a day he was going to have. As he stretched his arms overhead he wondered whether or not he’d be able to guilt his parent’s into taking him to Diagon Alley for the day. Some butterbeer and a new broomstick were in order. And if his mother drank enough and his father found a pretty girl to flirt with, he may even be able to sneak in a glass or two of fire whiskey.
Still in robe and slippers, Collin whispered a happy little tune as he made his way down to the kitchen two steps at a time. The house was rather quiet, though he was quite used to it. His parents were rarely home, and if they were they certainly weren’t up at this hour. Once in the kitchen, Collin helped himself to an apple from the basket on the counter. He sleepily eyed his surroundings, then looked down at the watch he had received exactly one year before. He was shocked to see it wasn’t nearly as early as he had assumed. Gulping the bits of apple in his mouth, he made his way back up the stairs. “Ma?” He called as he took the stairs two at a time once more. He peeked his head into his mothers bedroom. She wasn’t passed out in bed. Nor did it look like she had slept in it at all. Perhaps she hadn’t even gotten home from last nights activities yet. No big deal. She’d be back eventually. Heck, she could just meet them in Diagon Alley.
He hesitated before knocking on the door to his father’s study. The boy was in such a good mood he didn’t want to get his father upset. “Father?” His knocking echoed off the walls of the quiet house. No one responded. He knocked again. Still no reply. He shuffled his way back to his room, feeling a bit disheartened. Not again. They couldn’t possibly have left him alone on his birthday again. As he entered his room, the family Owl sitting upon his bed did very little to comfort him. And as Hermes stuck his leg out, Collin sighed. He didn’t need to read the letter. He knew what it would say. Father called away on some unknown business. Business with blonde hair and long legs no doubt. Mother too busy with her society living to come home. His eyes skimmed the letter, barely taking in the words or excuses. He balled the parchment into a ball. He didn’t need to read the rest. The point was he was all alone. His perfect day flew right into the wastebasket.
With a heavy heart, Collin fell backwards upon his bed, his eyes no longer in focus. How many birthdays must he endure alone? How many more times would his parents continue to ignore him? Was he destined to turn older every year with no one to keep him company other than his blasted delivery owl? A drink. That would cheer him up. As he pushed himself slowly off his bed, an idea began to form in his mind. Why drink alone? Why be alone period? His mischievous smirk reappeared as he rushed to his desk. He rummaged for a few minutes before finding his parchment, ink, and quill. And then he jotted down a note that would be sent to everyone he knew back at school.
Birthday bash! Unsupervised! Tonight! Eggert Manor. BE THERE!
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