Post by Graysen Phillips on Feb 12, 2024 17:27:32 GMT -8
GRAYSEN STOLAS PHILLIPS
BASIC INFORMATION
Age and Birthday: 17; January 28, 2007
Year and House or Profession: 6th Year and Gryffindor
Canon: No
Special Abilities: If applicable
FAMILY & HISTORY
Place of Birth: Dagon Alley, England
Notable Relatives: George (72) - Grandfather
Arden (47) - Father
Sybil (47) - Mother
Ariana (19) - Sister
Character History:
Significant Family History -
George Phillips was twenty-five when he partnered with his best mate, William Evans. The two grew up together while running the streets of London. They were closer than brothers. It only made sense that the two would become business partners. George and Will contemplated what would be the best item in a business - cauldrons. Every witch and wizard needed a cauldron in their household. The two young wizards opened up P&E Cauldrons, specializing in brass cauldrons.
The two opened shop in Diagon Alley with their workspace behind the sales floor. George and Will worked out a system for one to work on the sales floor and then back in the shop. The two had started families while opening the business. Their wives were friends and the children were around the same age. After the shop would close, the family would help brew potions in the cauldrons to test how the products were. Many laughs and memories were made in the little shop.
P&E Cauldrons had been in business for five years with good profits. The two friends had decided that it was time to expand the business. The idea was to offer more variety of cauldrons and move to a bigger space in the Alley to accommodate the new items. George and William brainstormed ideas. George wanted copper pots while William wanted cast iron. Both were good options, but the business could not start two new types of cauldrons at the same time. It was not feasible.
George had left his wand at the shop one night and had returned to retrieve it. He heard noises coming from the workshop. To his surprise, he saw his so-called best friend working on a cast-iron cauldron. There were several that were prepped to be crafted. The two confronted each other, causing a rift that the two had never experienced before. Will brought up the copper cauldron prototype that George had made, but George had only made one, not several. Neither of them could overcome the betrayal of the other. After five years in business, P&E Cauldrons closed.
George opened his own cauldron shop - GP Cauldrons. He continued to make brass cauldrons, but made copper pots as well. To make up for an extra set of hands around the shop, George’s wife helped out on the sales floor while family helped watch the children. Even though forty years had passed since starting GP Cauldrons, George did not talk to William again. The stubborn wizard had a profitable business to leave his family and surrounded himself by people he could trust.
George’s son, Arden, joined the family business right out of school. It was on a fateful day of working the sales floor instead of the boiling workshop that Arden was able to help a captivating witch. He might not have sold her a cauldron that day, but Sybil came back several days later, asking the wizard on a date. The two were married several years later in a small, intimate ceremony. Sybil worked primarily at Flourish and Blotts, but would assist at GP Cauldrons occasionally when she was needed.
Character history: Graysen Stolas Phillips was the second child to Sybil and Arden. His sister, Ariana, had been born two years prior. The family story was that Gray’s first word was “cauldron.” Due to the difficulty of the word, Gray didn’t believe it. His family was adamant on it. By the time he was five, the young boy could tell the difference between the types of cauldrons and what each was best for. Not the normal curriculum a child should be learning. His bedtime stories consisted of the “bad people” that broke up the profiting P&E Cauldrons.
As he got older, his father would always say, “When you join the business…” Arden would shoot down any notion of Gray pursuing a different job. Sybil wasn’t as pushy as his father, but his mother still considered to work along the family. The family pushed Ari to join as well, but Gray felt as if he was pressured more, just because he was a boy. Gray felt that he had a abnormal childhood, hearing stories of a family he didn’t even know about and pressured into a business that he didn’t have any interest in. He was forced to spend his free time helping Arden and George in the workshop, sweating at the sweltering temperatures. Gray was so grateful for his Hogwarts letter, giving him a break from the overbearing family business.
In his six years at the school, Graysen has kept to himself, extremely weary of who he could trust, resulting in a limited number of friends that he made in the beginning years of his time at Hogwarts. Classes have never come easy for him. Everything has always taken him longer to understand and pick up. Words blur together and never seem to make sense. He hates when he is partnered for projects, always being cautious if someone will find him stupid for how long it takes him to learn. He can come across opinionated and rude with how blunt he can be, causing a few fights during his time at the school. He has no plans after school due to him being forced into the family business, leaving him desolate in his future.
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name or Alias: April
Pronouns: she/her
Experience: 15-ish years on and off.
Other Characters: no
Role Playing Sample: He looked like any other person sitting at the bar so shortly after work - miserable and heartbroken. Elias was nursing a beer at the sticky counter at The Leaky Cauldron, despite him seeing the bartender wipe it down. His forearms were resting on the sticky wood, not sure if it was better if his expensive shirt touched it or his skin. With so many different beverages that were being served and spilled, he decided on his forearms, rolling his sleeves up. If he got his shirt stained, Cynthia wouldn't be happy.
His stomach churned and twisted. His chest tightening. Acid burned his throat and mouth thinking of her. She hadn't been happy anyway. She was the reason he was sitting at the bar looking like a pathetic sod.
He had walked in on her a week before in bed with the man who they had hired as the band lead to play at the wedding. The moment was still etched into his brain, seeing it every time he closed his eyes. Drinking at least made it easier to fall asleep, and tone down the nightmares.
Elias took another drink, gulping down the rest of the glass. He tapped the bar, signaling for another. The wizard rubbed his dark eyes, hoping to run the memory from him to no avail.