DANIELS, Essex

[Essex S Daniels]

 

the face behind the mask ,

i, Bry agree that i have read the rules and the plot of this site. i have been roleplaying for 5 years and love roleplaying pretty much anything. i joined this site because I always continue what I start. other characters i have here are Shakinah Daniels. Oh, and I am a CORRECT.

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making it short and sweet ,

hello, my name is Essex Solomon Daniels and i am seventeen years old. i currently go to Hogwarts and am in my sixth year. when i was first year, i got sorted into Ravenclaw. some people like to call me Ess, or Sir, but i honestly hate it when anyone calls me Sexy or Sauly Boy. my birthday is on March fifteenth, and my favourite time of the year is Fall. Back to school, baby!

 

once upon a time ,

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FAMILY;
( Wesley Oliver Daniels )• 45• Father• Living• Muggle• Train Conductor
( Shakinah Lynn Ferris-Daniels )• 41• Mother• Living• Pure-Blood Witch• Hogwarts Librarian

HISTORY;

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Yo! S'up? My name is Essex Solomon Daniels. I'm the only son of a muggle/witch pairing. I doubt you'll think that my life is that interesting, but since I need to tell something to you here, I'll spit it out.
My mother graduated from Hogwarts about six or seven years before Hermione, Harry, and Ron did. You know, those famous wizards that we all learn defeated the Dark Lord forever? My mom was a Ravenclaw, a brilliant one at that too. Bookwormish, beautiful, I have heard, and a favorite with all the teachers. Sixth year, she was known as the girl who read the whole library in a single term. 
Once graduation was over, she was hired as a worker at some werewolf-hunting place in Kenya for a little while, and this is where I'm gonna really skip. No one needs to hear stories about that. If you want to know more about Shakinah, my mum, catch her later and ask her about it. Just don't tell her that it was me who got you interested, alright?
Anyway, she went back home to England to see her parents for a little while, and it was there that she fell in love with Wesley, a tall, handsome muggle who worked for the railroad. After a flurry of flirting and dating, they got married in a little church somewhere in the Alps. 

My mum had been told that she couldn't have children because for some odd reason her uterus was completely gone. I know why. It's a really funny story to listen to. But, that's another one for her to tell. 
So she figured out and conjured up something that would put her womb back in. Adding a maxmos spell to the evidence that my mom's a genius, It worked. Unfortuantely, that wasn't completely, and only to an extent. Sparing you the technical details, it was all wrong, and when mom and dad-- oh, you can understand, right?-- and she got pregnant, the way I was settling was completely  messed up. Mom still tells me to this day that it was a miracle I wasn't seriously damaged when I came out: a plethera of scary things could have happened, like my umbilical cord getting all wrapped around my neck, my head getting slammed against something hard, etcetera.  Mom didn't know though, and ended up carrying me around for the full term. Man were my parents in for a surprise when they got to the hospital to have me! The doctors rushed to do an emergency c-section.
Somehow, though, I managed to come out healthy, and Wesley and Shakinah named me Essex, after the city where they grew up. 

From the stories I hear my mom tell, and the ones that others tell to me, I was a happy, healthy toddler. From an early age my mom knew I was destined to be a wizard someday, and she told me lots of tales about her experience at Hogwarts. I only barely remember listening to these and having visions of grandeur. This would be my first spark of my love for learning.
Luckily dad wasn't around to hear them, he was off in the train all the time. He would be shocked if he found out how I am a wizard, and mom a witch.
I was given a letter of recommendation to Hogwarts when I turned eleven. So I went with my mother to Diagon Alley to buy supplies, a wand, and a pretty little barn owl I named Roggen. Before I knew it, I was all set for school, on the train, and floating across the lake for the first time, seeing the beauty of Hogwarts Castle in all its splendour.
At the sorting hat ceremony, when Mrs. McGonagall called my name and the hat was put on my head, it laughed. Then it said: "Ferris spawn. I'd know them anywhere. You might not be a Ferris by father, but as always, you go to Ravenclaw."
So I, Essex Daniels, sauntered over to the Ravenclaw table. I felt so honored to come in and sit where great wizards sat, but mostly where my mother had. She was my role model.

As the years passed and I went on with my studies at Hogwarts, I realized that I was a lot more like my mom than I had thought originally. I had suspected that I'd be a lot more outgoing and preppy, but I ended up being bookish, shy, and eager to learn. In time, I ended up dropping most of my ties with the popular kids and becoming a favorite with teachers. 
I also found that I had a natural balance for Quidditch that my relatives never had. Maybe the reason for the new skill was my father's adeptness on the rocky, bumpy train tracks. But I ended up becoming one of the best beaters on the Ravenclaw team, maybe in the school. A quick eye, and a finely-honed arm, I was really good at it. Ravenclaw started becoming a stand-out team for the school quidditch cup; however we just couldn't seem to beat Gryffindor, who always outshone us. 

That, in brief, is what I have been doing the past few years at Hogwarts. I am determined to make my last two years better than ever before. My ultimate dream is to become Head Boy, but I don't think it will happen. I love Hogwarts so much, and learning. I've found that the summers get so dull, and wish that it could be close to the time to go back to school again.
As for recent developments in my life? Like in the last couple years? Heh. Well, I have a couple of those. For one, I started to notice a pretty girl; I have my eye on her. Her name is Constance Granger, she's a redhead, and the daughter of Hermoine apparently. I might try to work up the nerve to ask her out- but I'll have to see.
The other thing, is that this year my mom was offered a position at Hogwarts, as a librarian. I suppose her repuatation as a bookworm stuck with her. She made the excuse to dad that we were both going away to a boarding school, which in part is true but not really.
There's a lot more things to be worked out in the future. So this isn't complete yet. I still have sixth and seventh years to go before I'm out in the big world of wizardry.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

all that matters is the present ,

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PERSONALITY;
For the most part I am a happy, carefree person. I like company in small groups and making friends. I'm on conversation terms with almost all my fellow Ravenclaws, and some of the kids from the other houses, too. Most of the time I'm one of, if not the, first upper-year that the first years meet. 
I may let some close friends really get to know me and spend a lot of time hanging out with me. However, I don't feel comfortable letting people get too close, or else I get antsy and want to run away (that's the truth, as much as I hate to admit it). So I remain aloof to most. If I want a relationship with Constance, I might have to change that, though.
During classes and most of my free time after normal weekdays end, I like to retreat to my books and studying. Like my mom, I just don't want to pass with a good average, I want to show my full potential and excel.
When finals get close, don't you dare to try to pull me out of my reading, unless it's a really important matter, after dinner in the great hall. I'm not very appreciative of that; it might be one of the times you will see me truly angry. My studying is important to me. It's what I love. If you need to find me in a jiffy, check the library or any one of the classrooms.

LIKES;
+ Reading
+ School
+ Constance Granger
+ Quidditch
+ Hanging out with friends

DISLIKES;
- Failing a test
- Kids who focus all their time on Quidditch
- Sudden surprises and scares
- Anything more than three times his size
- Dragons (Greatest Fear)

 

down to the crunch ,

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Essex, book tucked under the crook of his arm, stepped out of the Ravenclaw boys' dorm and headed down the stairs toward the main grounds. This had been a good day so far; his soul was at peace. Plans wormed his way through his head for the remaining hours. I am going to go read under my elm tree in the orchard, and then maybe go see if I can find and spy on Constance for a while.
Something pricked at the back of his mind, and with a jolt Essex tried to hold on to his latter thought and not let it fly away to the wind. A sudden streak of rebelliousness went though him as he remembered last night's argument. 
He hated his mother sometimes. Her stubborness, and the fact that she would never understand what he was going through. Her voice rang loud and true in his ears, gentle but agitated. "Essex, you need to get your priorities straight. I have been noticing how you've been looking at that Constance girl. Now is not the time to be concentrating on things like that. You need to look at your schoolwork!"
He had fired back at her, "But mom, you looked at guys when you were in Hogwarts, right? And my grades are fine. It's not like I'm going to read every single letter, dotting of the i and crossing of the t in the library like you did!"
Angrily he had absorbed the all-too-predicable answer: "In books, yeah! But no one in my school years interested me like that. And you better try harder, young man, your living and happiness is so much more important than any girl out there!"

It had seemed to be happening a lot lately: mother and son arguments. It had never happened before Essex had met Constance. Over the past couple months Shakinah Daniels had revealed her soft, tender, emotional spot. A spot that got her to her angriest. It made her fume, grow livid, and bite her tongue in anger. 
Despite his own anger, It still hurt Essex a lot to see her like that. No matter how much of a misunderstanding there was between him and his mum, he would always love and be grateful towards her.
And so he had broken off the verbal war last night. "What if she is the key to my living and happiness? What then?" Now Essex muttered the question, unspoken to his mother, aloud. 
And suddenly he was so angry he wanted to pummel the ground to pieces. Storming out of the courtyard arch, after a short walk further he stopped in the shade of the ancient elm that was his favorite, and let the breeze cool him off.
Even though this cooled off his spite and rage a lot, he still could not see from his mother's point of view. Plopping gratefully down in the shade of the tree and flipping open the volume he had with him, "The Nine Hundredth Revised Edition of Green Plants and Their Uses", by E.D. Howard, Essex started to get involved in the words and the interesting things contained in the text. It was an escape beyond escape. Here, in books, he could learn freely and imagine what it was like to be out in the field with all this knowledge. Someday, Essex swore, he would put all this knowledge to the test. Could the Boggerbart weed really be used to attract mermaids? Were Shooting Star a favorite food of Water Nymphs? And, Ear of Sow, could a mixture of one part water to two parts hummingbird wing and one part of it be used as a love potion?

At the mention of a love potion Essex found himself thinking about Constance again. Looking up at the boughs of the tree, he sighed and closed his eyes, picturing her face and self.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to be seeing her? She was so pretty. That long, red hair, and the personality that really made Essex look at her differently than any other girl he had ever laid eyes on before. Why couldn't Shakinah understand? Didn't she feel the same way when she looked at her husband?
Again, his hate for his mother came up, and forcing his eyes back to the book, he continued to read furiously, his previous joy gone. 
It was only three. He usually came outdoors from two-forty-five to six. Doubtless he would be here for a while yet. He better drop his vendetta, he told himself. ☆