Name : Braden Russel Gifford, but, please just call me Braden.
Gender :
I'm a guy...
Age : I just turned 16..
Year :
6th year
House :
Hufflepuff
Ethnicity :
I am full blown German....
Appearance :
I have gray eyes, light blond hair, super pale skin, and I am 5'6".
Biography :
So. My past. Right. Well I guess before you get to me, you need to know about my parents. My dad was a stock broker in Germany, and my mother is a nurse. Way back, about twenty years ago, my father got into a fight with one of the guys at the German Stock Exchange. Something about my father possibly trying to cheat the man out of his money by investing into a cheap cram stock. Well, that fight lended both of them in the hospital, the other man for a concussion, my father for a busted lip. Anyways, my mother was the nurse who took care of him, and well...I guess she got an extreme case of “Florence Nightingale” and fell for my father. Hard. Good thing, too, because well, they got married within two years, and man have I never seen any couple happier. My mother was the dainty women who was strong on the inside and gentle on the outside, while my father was just a giant teddy bear disguised as a grizzly.
It was a match made in heaven, and boy was it sweet to watch them. Neither of them were the touchy-feely type, so when my father would get home from work, my mother would be pulling food out of the oven and she would just walk over, give him a kiss, and let him sit down to eat.
Anyways, back to twenty years ago. They got married within a year of their meeting, and two years after their marriage, my brother was born. He was quite the oddball, always picking on me, always irritating and abusing me, but I still loved him. Oh, right, two years after Christoff was born, I came along. I think it was my mothers idea to not go with a traditional name, but regardless, it is the name I was given, and I throughly enjoy it. Three years after me, Klaus came. It was perfect, a family of five, and out parents loved us, and each other.
We were happy, we were thriving, and we were getting by with more money than we would need. That is, before dad got sick. We all knew he was having problems for a little while, he was always throwing up, he wasn't as active as he used to be, and well, he just wasn't himself. My mom decided to take him to the doctor while we were all at Grossmutter's house. When she got back, he wasn't with her. Mum tried to explain it in a way that we could all understand, I had just turned ten, Christoff was going into his third year at Hogwarts, he was a Gryffindor, and Klaus was seven. I think Christoff was the first to realize that something was wrong, and his face was like the lighter to moms Kerosene. She started crying, and then Klaus started crying, and well, all I could do was hold Klaus to me as my mother tried to explain what was happening through her tears. Apparently he was in stage three of lymphatic cancer. They gave him a year to live, at maximum, but...It didn't work out as planned.
Even in the hospital my father, the workaholic that he was, worked. He knew he was dieing, so he set up accounts for all of us, and cashed in all of his investments. It was good at first, his diagnosis. He was home a lot more, and he always spent time with us, no matter when we asked him, but..It got worse. We knew he wasn't doing so bad, and the radiation treatment wasn't helping anymore.
He died towards the end of Christoff's third year at hogwarts. We went to the school to pick him up for the funeral, and he was strong. He was the only one who didn't cry during the funeral procession, and the pole bearers even let him accompany them. Christoff wasn't my favorite of people, but after that day I vowed that I would never say another bad word to him. Ever. So far I have kept my promise.
Anyways, it has been more than six years since he died, and our family has taken it pretty well. Mom still works, even though she doesn't need to, Christoff is now in the same business dad was, however he does it in wizarding stocks, and Klaus is a fourth year in Hogwarts. Klaus is a Ravenclaw, and that really didn't surprise me.
Now you have heard my families bio, I guess you would like to know my personal biography. I was fourteen when I found out that I didn't like girls all that much. My first girlfriend, Annalise. She was the sweetest girl ever, like, out of anything. She treated me nicely, she bought me nice things...Then came valentines day. I got her a necklace. Apparently, it was “her time of the month” and she totally exploded on me. She went on an entire rant about how a guy should buy her flowers and chocolates, and around the flowers should be a necklace, and in the chocolate box should be matching earrings. Annalise went on another tangent about how I was supposed to be her night in shining armor, and be all brave and vallient, and run off into the sunset with her.
I think Annalise was the first girl I ever yelled at, or the first person for that matter. She was just, well, totally insane. No way on earth was I supposed to turn into a night, spend tons of money on a valentines gift, and then want to shower her with love. Nope. That relationship ended, and apparently she was only being so nice to me because she knew I had money, and wanted me to shower her with stuff. That selfish b***h.
So, after my fourth year at hogwarts, I started experimenting. All sorts of good things, guys, girls, but mainly guys. When my fifth year at hogwarts came, pretty much everyone knew that I was gay, or bisexual really, but it doesn't matter anyways. People at home started talking, and it didn't make me happy. I was already reclusive, and them making fun of me for it just kind of made it worse. By that time, I didn't have any friends out of Hogwarts and my family, and I was perfectly fine with that.
Nowadays I just go for the guys, but some people know that if the matter ever came to choose, I would pick a girl if she was amazing enough. For that, she must be one hell of a girl.
Other than the fact that I am bisexual, I have had a pretty easy life. I live in northern Germany, just east of Normandy, France, in a nice country home. My mother is loving, caring, and the most amazing women in the world, my brother is still living with us, mainly because he doesn't want mum to worry, and Klaus is just the best little brother ever. Good thing I get to look out for him at school for another two school years.
Just a bit of me :
For starters, I guess I'm pretty quiet. Okay, I'm shy. People kind of intimidate me, and well, if I don't have to talk to them, I wont. Sounds awful doesn't it? However, there is a few things that will actually get me talking. Be nice to me, smile, and I'll be polite and smile back. However, shouldn't everyone just be polite? It is manners to be polite...then again, that was a bit redundant wasn't it? Never mind...
I'm rather self conscious. Ever since I 'came out of the closet' people have been treating me a little different. Some girls tease me more, and a few guys have even shied away from me back home. However, at Hogwarts it is like I'm accepted. Okay, if I wasn't accepted that would be bull s**t since there are animorphigi, and beasts in the forests, and even ******** ghosts in the hallway...Oh, sorry, I must have gotten a little carried away. Regardless, I am still in a transition place, I'm thinking that I am full on Gay, but if the girl is amazing enough I would probably be able to sweep me off my feet.
I have issues with girls. Most of them are just...Well...They scare me. What, with their attitudes and their snobbishness, or if they are a tomboy that kind of gets on my nerves. There is nothing wrong with wearing nice clothes. Nothing at all. And on top of all that, they spend a week bleeding every month and expect us to feel bad for them and treat them like a princess. Then when we don't treat them all special and loving, they get all prissy and..well...It just ticks me off! But...I'd never actually tell anyone that. Nope, not at all..They can figure that out for themself.
I have two left feet. I trip, I stumble, I have even fallen over because of the edge of a rug. Pitiful I know, but I can't help it. I don't pay attention. I daydream, I have things running through my mind, and none of it ever seems to realize that I need to focus on where the hell I am going. To bad my mind doesn't like to listen to me...Oh great, now I sound like I”m totally insane..Fabulous.
Since I have two left feet, you could probably tell that I'm not the most athletic. I prefer to act. Okay, it may sound a bit contradictory, but when you are on stage, it isn't you. You are whoever your character is, and whenever someone utters a laugh, they aren't laughing at you, but your character. No one can make fun of you on stage, because on stage, you aren't you. As a result, you yourself aren't judged.
I have a thing for outlandish people. They are completely what I am not. Completely and utterly not me. They can talk to people of the opposite sex, they can run around, they can do all sorts of things that I cannot. Maybe I'm attracted to them because they are cool, or just because they are nothing like myself. Regardless, I absolutely love confidence.
I couldn't care less about your history. Not to be rude, but whatever bad or good things that has happened throughout your life happened for a reason. If you had bad things happen, you are stronger. If you had good things happen, you are nicer. It is just how the world works. But...for those whom neither have happened, they usually stay neutral. Just like myself.
I'm a bit of a feminine guy. I love wearing nice clothes. And, I love scarfs. You can even see me in my hufflepuff scarf in the middle of August. Really, no lie. I just love those little accessories that can go with any outfit. I think I own about fourteen pairs of gloves ad matching scarfs. How gay right? Oh...yah, that is because I am like, gay. Anyways, I have so many pairs of blazers and jackets as well as that, but no matter what, I have to look spiffy. Always. I even have strawberry-bergamont custom perfume cologne.
Likes:
- Smiles
- Come on, they brighten even the biggest tightwads knickers.
Lemons
- They are sour, tasty, and on top of it, my favorite color.
Vanilla
- They say that Vanilla is the most popular flavor. That will be one of the few times I pick something that is popular..
Cream Cheese Frosting
- Only the best flavor frosting. Ever. No competition.
Ice Cream
- I like the cold. Gives me an excuse to bundle up.
Scarfs
- I'm not all that sure about this one, but I just love scarfs. They are my favorite article of clothing.
Dislikes:
- Allergies
- Every year around spring I get sniffly, and sneezy. It is just plain awful.
Being Sick
- Mom gets far, far to worried. Just like the allergies, it is awful to be sick.
Mean People
- Honestly, if you want to be upset with the world, go do it in your own little corner. I'll even supply the razor.
Medicine
- It never tastes any good.
Romance Movies
- Why are there romance movies? I mean...only if you are a couple, or a PMS'ing girl could you like those movies...D<
Heat
- It makes me sticky, it makes me hot, and just downright uncomfortable.
The Sun
- It may be the greatest source of food, but it just makes me turn into a lobster.
Taking a closer look :
His internal clock was still going off. Get up. Get up. Get up. Just like his digital clock back home, the same tone and everything. It was quite irritating really. It was a Sunday, there weren't any classes, he didn't have to deal with teachers, or strange smells, or people if he really wanted. I just want to stay in bed....And so he did, regardless of the fact that his internal clock had been going off for over half an hour. Braden grabbed his covers and pulled them over his head as if he could ignore the clock that didn't physically exist. It was Sunday, and the big game was happening. He was so excited, Quidditch was his second favorite game to watch, first being football. Braden Gifford held high hopes for his house winning, since well, it was only the Slytherins, and well, he really wanted them to actually get a taste of the badgers rage.
Even though it was just the beginning of the school year, Braden slept not only under his sheets, but his comforter as well. It was crazy, it was insane, but the fact that he had something to grab onto in his sleep comforted him, and had done so for all of his life, so no way would he stop in the summer, even if the heat was sweltering.
Get up. Get up. Get up. His internal clock would not go off, no matter how hard he slapped the sleep button. Throwing his covers off of him, he sat up, trying to go as slow as possible waking up. Ooh......Why can't it be Saturday again? Then it wouldn't be Sunday, then I wouldn't have to wake up early tomorrow. Braden ran his hair through his blond hair, his grey eyes crumpled together, his mouth attempting to stifle a yawn. With a stretch, Braden forced himself to stand up, his black and gold pajama pants loose around his waist. Unlike a lot of the hufflepuff guys, Braden was completely fine with sleeping shirtless, he wasn't ashamed of his scrawny-ness. Yah, he didn't have a six pack, but he wasn't a complete wimp. Okay, that was another lie. He was a wimp, but not physically, he had muscles on his arms, but his abs weren't quite...Filled out.
Letting out a rather loud yawn, he stretched his arms into the air. Sauntering rather slowly into the bathroom, Braden was astonished at his reflection. He had bed head. That wasn't permitted. No, not at all. With a rather irritated look, Braden went back over to his bed, going to the trunk to remove some clothes, and some hair care stuff, as well as a few other artifacts of the hygiene variety. Back into the bathroom he went, smacking his tongue on the top of his mouth as he went. Grabbing his toothbrush first, Braden scoured his mouth with the whitening toothpaste, going very fast, and very thorough through his teeth. It was weird watching him brush his teeth, for he always made faces at himself in the mirror. Spitting the remnants of the toothpaste, and continuing by rinsing his mouth off, Braden slipped off his pajama pants and pulled on his freshly pressed dark blue jeans. Normally he wasn't one to wear blue, but they were the first he grabbed out of his trunk, and he didn't really feel like surfing through his endless wardrobe.
Pulling on his yellow and black dress shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone, Braden grabbed his comb and his tube of peach smelling gel. It was his favorite, and once every other month his mother would send him a package with hair gel, toothpaste, and vanilla or lemon cookies, whichever she felt like making. Running a comb through his hair, he made it so the blond locks were able to be worked through with his fingers. Putting some gel into his hands, Braden ran his fingers through his hair, leaving the front into an almost superman-like twirl.
