frederick ashley birkin

[FREDERICK ASHLEY BIRKIN]

FREDERICK ASHLEY BIRKIN

Name: Frederick Ashley Birkin.
Nicknames: Frederick, Fred, Ash. Calling him by Ashley typically yields rather nasty results.
Age: Sixteen.
Date of Birth: 7 November.
Grade: High school, junior year.
Program: Academic.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Nationality: British.
Home Town: Westminster, London, England.
Play by: Skandar Keynes.

--- ANALYTICAL/CRITICAL
Criticism is the broadest word in Frederick's vocabulary. Most of his speech involves criticism in some form or another, constructive or otherwise, unless you happen to secure his good side and remain there. (It's actually more dangerous to get on his good side and then to betray his trust than it is to avoid it altogether.) Except for the rare few exceptions that he refers to as friends - close or otherwise - the sixteen-year-old either avoids people altogether or makes negative advances toward them if avoidance is not possible. (Most of this personality was acquired more from his family, namely his father, than from past experiences with other people his age.) Words are his greatest ally.

--- CREATIVE
While he easily could have gotten a scholarship for writing, Frederick elected to follow the academic path. While all-around an intelligent boy, he has a certain affinity for diction and imagination. Whether spoken or written, the Brit can produce a vivid image and a wild sense of "wonder," so to speak. For those of which he treats as friends, this creativity is expressed the most -- and some might even suggest that Frederick has many "romantic" tendencies. For others this creative is usually masked by blunt criticism, as has already been described.

--- WITTY
While often in the form of sarcasm, wit is quite prominent in the boy's words, whether spoken, written, or merely thought. In actuality his wit is expressed in more of a constructive or playful manner, which means it's reserved only for those about whom he at least has an inkling of respect or concern. Given his inquisitive nature, Frederick finds most of his wit to be allusive, whether in reference to a quote or a person. (While some may take his sarcasm or wit to be on a personally negative level, it actually rarely is. It may not be his best quality, but it most certainly is not Frederick's worst.)

LIKES: Mythology, history, studying government, business, writing, reading, studying for class/school, Latin, (listening to) classical music, challenges, large dogs, fruit.
DISLIKES: Liars, arrogant teachers, laziness, common senselessness, metal music, physical confrontation (although he will not hesitate to react if such occurs), poor grades, consistent lacks of challenge, science (one does not have to like something to excel at it, even though such makes things more convenient), seafood, greasy foods.

Born to a lawyer father and an old money mother with no job of which to speak, Frederick had multiple priorities growing up. Both of his parents wanted "what was best for him," but the only clear similarity between this goal was a proper education, which often involved expensive personal tutors or personal lessons taught by either parent. Beyond that, however, Frederick's parents were almost polar opposites, and while he has now a sinking suspicion that the two merely married within their "social class" (although his father was not stinking rich before, he came from a very respected family that "lived comfortably"), he still is not entirely certain as to the reasons for the marital situation.

Being the predominant role figure in Frederick's life, the boy's father, Franklin, often found his son following him around whilst at home, no matter what Franklin was doing. Being quite a respected lawyer in England meant that first of all, he was quite busy most of the time (frequently leading to a lack of presence at dinners or lack of conscious notice when others spoke to him), and second of all, he wasn't exactly the most conventional or "kind" of mans. No matter who he was around, Franklin held high standards for everyone, especially his own son, so it was only natural that Frederick acquired much of the same habits that controlled his father's life.

Frederick's mother, Agatha (née Agatha Cromwell), often pampered him, going beyond the requests (and demands) of her husband and putting her son first, not the name of the family. Her own parents, living by a particular belief that accompanied their previously established wealth, often disapproved of her decisions, but despite her attempts, she was never able to mold Frederick into a kinder or, at the very least, less up-tight young man. He was forever marred by his father's imposing personality, much to her dismay.

When Frederick was thirteen years of age, he and his parents moved to America -- namely, the Pennsylvania area. Neither of his parents really gave any notification (thereby prompting the move to rather spontaneous and tiresome), nor did they give any recognition as to why the move was occurring. Eventually, his mother told him that the family needed a "change in scenery," but being a stubborn and curious young boy (who was basically raised to be skeptical and analytical about everything), he suspected that his parents were concealing something, and the something probably involved his father's chosen path of career.

Frederick's carefully-operated snooping acquired him the information that he needed: his father had been fired from his law firm for stealing funds, and the firm had agreed to not press charges if Franklin moved away from the city (mainly because they feared facing him in court). Rather than just move to another city, however, his parents had agreed to move to America, which they had always considered to be an option before their only child was born, and the selfishness of their decision was not overlooked by their son. Regardless, he aims for nothing less than being above average in class, rather than being average or simply "succeeding," which has prompted him into become knowledge-ravaging and somewhat anti-social.

Despite everything, one of his aims is to become a lawyer.

Three things were necessary for a growing boy to be exposed to on a regular basis. The first was a source of knowledge, and Evan Beauregard was quite covered in that sense. He was not the smartest kid at Hogwarts (and he failed immensely to get close to such a title), but that didn't mean that he wasn't smart in general. (After all, the Ravenclaws were all about the intelligence.) He was a curious, knowledge-hungry lad, and there would be no avoiding that.

The second of the two things was something that Evan seemed to avoid: a social life. It was not necessary to be the spotlight or the center of attention, but one or two good friends were necessary -- and the thirteen-year-old lacked this necessity. He wasn't exactly anti-social, but he found solace among paper more than he did among peers, and he had a certain way with words that made him come off as rude or pretentious. It allowed him to stay focused on his learning ... but it caused him to lack friends.

The third thing was food, as one would die without it (and water, of course, but this was a given). Being rather small for his age (or perhaps just small in general), one might have been surprised to find Evan hungry after being present at all three meals of the day, but he was not a hog, so he didn't eat extraneous helpings of food with each meal. He was also cursed with a high metabolism, though he was not the most athletic (or, really, healthy) person around. Rather than change these habits, however, the boy had decided that he would indulge his cravings and take advantage of his metabolism for as long as possible. This trip to the kitchens would have been a fine example of such an advantageous situation.

Dressed in a gray- and green-striped tee-shirt and an old pair of blue jeans, Evan had indeed decided that the trip to the kitchens would help settle his stomach and allow him to sleep better at a later during the night; after all, who could sleep with an empty stomach crying in agony? The Ravenclaw had discovered the secret entrance to the kitchens by two mere coincidences: once when he had rubbed against the portrait as he merely walked by, a large book in his hands and his pale blue eyes absorbed in its text; another time when he had rounded a corner and witnessed another student making his secret rounds into the lair of food. Naturally, the boy had put two and two together and came to the conclusion that the portrait on that precise floor led to the kitchens. Little did he know that the pear was the fruit you had to rub -- Evan merely rubbed lengthwise across the height of his shoulder until the portrait finally swung forward.

This was to be only his third visit to the kitchens, as he did not explore them the two times he had discovered (and rediscovered) their whereabouts. The boy scrambled through, using his slender hands as a guide to keep him upright until he came out on the other side, and his eyes immediately went to work.

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