NAME; Oswald Winston Quirke
MOST KNOWN AS; Waldo
DATE OF BIRTH; March 23, 1951
FORMER HOUSE & TERM: Gryffindor; 1962-1969.
CURRENT OCCUPATION: Lead guitarist and vocals for the Hobbgoblins.
PLACE OF BIRTH/CURRENT RESIDENCE; He has recently purchased his own flat. Previous to this, he'd spent his nights crashing on the couches of random friends.
ASTROLOGY:The Gryffindor Aries is extremely idealistic, and has a tendency to fight hard for many causes - the more lost, the better. Gryffindors born under this sign will also have very short fuses, and can be expected to fight regularly with other students, over ethical questions or over anything else that makes a good excuse. Since Mars is a planet that encourages war games and competition and bursts of hard physical activity, there may be many Quidditch players born under these aspects. A Gryffindor Aries is an open book; a truth potion would never be needed on one, because they are hopelessly honest and open. These wizards will display uncanny charisma and leadership ability, and will be among the most popular within their class.
HABITS: Drumming. Waldo drums all the time. When he's nervous, excited, antsy, bored, whatever. He'll drum to anything, even music he doesn't like. General fidgeting. He couldn't stay still for two minutes even if you paid him. He has something of an oral fixation, as well, and will often chew on quills or keys or whatever else he happens to be holding in his idle hands. Smoking and drinking. He does way too much of both. Smiling. A smile is Waldo's default expression, and he's practically known for his large, white teeth and bright smile.
APPEARANCE: At twenty eight years old, Oswald Quirke doesn't look like he'll ever grow up. His hair is kept (or maybe unkept is the better word) in a rough, short cut and he sports a goatee that does nothing to make him look any older. Out of habit, he sticks to obnoxious t-shirts and jeans that look practically spray painted onto his body. In the back pocket, of course, there's always a bulge where his cigarettes and wallet are tucked. It's a wonder he gets them in there at all. It's normal that one would observe his signature smile, too. His teeth seem quite larger than what someone might consider average and his teeth are easily his most well-known physical feature. And, since Waldo seems to always be smiling or laughing, they're even more difficult to miss. On his arms, chest, wrist are a bunch of miscellaneous tribal tattoos. They're ugly, or at least that's the public consensus, but he loves them. His favorite, by far, is the tiny black heart on the middle finger of his right hand, if only because people get to see that one every time he flips the bird. Standing at an even 6'6", Quirke's tall and lanky build tend to put him a head above most people.
HE NEEDS A QUIET ROOM
WITH A LOCK TO KEEP HIM IN
IT'S JUST A QUIET ROOM
AND HE'S THERE
PERSONALITY & HISTORY; To Waldo, life consists mainly of music, friends, and partying. Everything else is really just details, and he's never been one to really pay attention to those. No, the big picture has always been way more important, and, looking at this big picture, this is basically the life that he always wanted. On March 23rd of 1951, Frank and Eleanor Quirke welcomed (albeit a little nervously) their third and final child into the world. Thusfar, their lives had worked out exactly as they planned. They were married after exactly four years of dating, and after a year of marriage, had a son that was very quickly followed by a girl. It was very important that the births happen in this order, and though they could do nothing but hope, luck was on their side. Also as important was that the children would be close in age. The first son had been named Frank Quirke JR. and the daughter, after agonizing trials, had finally been named Carolina Quirke.
And life was good. It continued to go as planned, which was great, considering that the Quirke family did little else but plan. In fact, it would probably be fair to say that they spent more time planning activities than said activities would even take. A fear of the unknown, a need for organization, whatever, it was just how things were and they liked it. Then, while preparing for Carolina's fifth birthday party, Eleanor began experiencing very severe stomach pains. For a few hours, she just hoped they would go away, writing them off as nervous tinges, but there was no mistaking it when her water broke.
Frank rushed Eleanor to the hospital and, to their astonishment, Eleanor did indeed give birth to a third child. It hadn't been planned, it hadn't been expected, and it was more than just a little bump in the road. Their perfectly sized house, and their perfectly sized family, was now just a little out of whack. As for her previous two pregnancies, Eleanor had barely developed any extra stomach, and it was easy to say that she gained a slight bit of weight. As for the missed periods, well, Eleanor's family had a history of early menopause. She had sworn up and down that she was having hot flashes and automatically assumed that she must have gone through the whole thing.
For the first few months, the family's large linen closet doubled as a nursery until Frank took a section out of Junior's room. Junior, six at this time, was not taking this intrusion very well, and developed a distaste for his younger brother quite early on. Carolina, on the other hand, got just what she wanted for her fifth birthday; a baby doll that really cried and everything!
Waldo turned two and, just as things should have been settling down, something was very, very wrong. Junior's action figures were losing their heads and spinach was very suddenly disappearing. Frank's cigarettes were exploding. Furniture would mysteriously tremble whenever Waldo wailed. The first step, as the logical family thought, would be to attend family counseling. The counselors were baffled and didn't quite know what to say. After the doctors attempted to prescribe medication for what they thought were hallucinations, the family turned to exorcisms and any other kind of mumbo jumbo they could think of. Still, little Oswald seemed uninterested in the issue and immersed himself in making what he dubbed music by banging things together or playing with what musical child's toys his parents bought him.
His older brother thought he was a freak and never let him forget it, his parents were in denial and his mother did what she could to subtly avoid him, but his sister could have been his lawyer. When things fell off of the shelf? The house must have been built crooked! When Junior's action figures and other toys kept snapping? Clean your room and stop stepping on them! Waldo appreciated Carolina's support and never let any of his oddities bother him. He took a quick liking to music and could often be found hitting sticks on buckets or toying with his dad's old guitar in the attic. On his ninth birthday, Carolina saved her pennies and bought him his first guitar. He was a natural. After a few months of complete and utter racket, something that made sense started coming from that guitar.
On his eleventh birthday, more things started making sense. An owl came to the Quirke's house. This owl had a letter from a place called Hogwarts, and this letter claimed that their son was a wizard. At this point, the pair was exasperated. They had all but given up on their son's strange doings and they would have accepted any explanation they could look into. Waldo attended elementary school, where he had plenty of friends until a kid who stole a ball from him during recess found the ball nothing but a mess of melted rubber in his hands. After that incident, more like it came and while the school couldn't rightfully blame these strange incidents on this boy, it was hard to blame anything else.
Waldo went to Hogwarts, whereupon he was immediately sorted into Gryffindor. After making fast friends with his fellow housemates plus anyone else who was equally as friendly to him. His best friends, though, had something more in common with him than the others did; an equal love of music. By his third year, Waldo was a phenomenal guitarist. He didn't know how to read music on paper, that was for sure, but he definitely knew how to play. And guitar wasn't the only thing. Waldo practiced whatever he could get his hands on whenever he could do it. Drums, keyboard, piano, bagpipes, violin, ANYTHING. Something in him just wasn't satisfied until he learned a little bit of everything. By his seventh year, he was equally as well versed with the guitar as he was with the bagpipes and the drums. Piano was, and to this day, the only instrument that he could never get a comfortable hold on. Even at this point, though, he'd never read a page of music.
Still, since his sixth year when he and his friends formed something of a band, he'd been making up his own stuff. Music was never anything he wrote down, unless it was lyrics. It wouldn't be until three years after he graduated that he forced himself to sit down and learn real page music. This band that he and his close friends developed in their sixth year became known the Hobgoblins and it wasn't long after graduating that the group dedicated their entire lives to their music. They travelled from place to place, making shit money at shittier bars. Things looked bleak at times, without a doubt, and the group hardly had enough money to eat regularly, let alone hold a regular residence.
Then came the break through. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, EVERYONE knew who they were. EVERYONE wanted them to play EVERYWHERE all at once. Money was flowing in like a riptide and they had more than enough for equipment, clothes, residences, let alone just something to eat. While it had always been that birds found his charisma, charm, easy-going nature, and artsy dedication attractive, there was an equal amount of women who were just as quick to turn their noses up at him for lack of funds, fans, and clean clothes. Now, after getting big, it seemed like even the snobby girls were throwing themselves at him. Waldo was used to girls liking him, thinking he was kind of cute and funny, but he had never, ever considered himself the kind of guy that girls would trip all over themselves for a chance to shag. But he liked it. Oh, did he like it.
With the girls came the partying, then the drinking, then the drugs. The music was always number one, but he found himself submerged in a wild life that he never even had time to think about. He spent most of his time high, and when he wasn't high, he was looking for another fix. If you asked how many girls he'd slept with, he couldn't even tell you, mostly because he doesn't remember most of that part of his life.
Then, after an intervention from Carolina, Waldo disappeared for a few months. Their tour at the time came to a screeching, unexplained halt and his close friends were tight lipped as to his whereabouts. When he came back and took the stage again, Waldo was clean. Unfortunately, it was only two months after he returned to the scene that Carolina died in a tragic skiing accident. Crushed, Waldo turned to drugs for comfort for the last time. Then, after a week of self destruction, he finally swore never to touch another drug again in his sister's honor, and he didn't. Instead, though, he picked up a nasty drinking habit. In fact, it soon became that if he didn't have at least four drinks, he wouldn't be able to sleep that night. Waldo went from being a complete drug addict to an alcoholic.
But the alcoholism, he thought, wassn't as bad as the drugs. He could control it, so he thought. It didn't effect his music, he got done what he needed to get done. He could hide it. And maybe his friends agreed, because no one had said anything for a long while. Waldo still partied pretty hard and remained the nice, friendly guy he always had been. Hardly anyone can tell the difference between a sober or drunk Waldo, and he was grateful. After all, the only thing that mattered is the music.
Besides the drinking and partying, Waldo wrote a lot of music. In fact, a lot of the music played by the Hobgoblins is stuff that he's put together. On the side, too, he's working on something of a solo act. It's a lot of work, but he records it so that he's playing the guitar, doing the vocals and playing the drums on every track. These tracks are things that he keeps secret, and he in no way plans on going solo.
Just as Waldo found the perfect amount of alcohol to numb the grief from his sister's death and to take away his drug cravings, Waldo's ever-active sex life led him to impregnate a woman called Lyssandra Eberlee. They'd met up after a show and, as things usually do, what thing led to another. She'd assured him that she was on the potion and Waldo wasn't very concerned with the fact that she might be lying or could have missed, or even that he should probably just cast the contraceptive just in case. After informing him of her pregnancy days later, Waldo was livid. He accused her of doing it in on purpose for the fame or for his money, for lying about his own paternity to the child, about basically everything under the sun. That night was his second drug relapse. The next morning, they tested his paternity and it came up positive. Waldo was the father of this child. Because of his insecurities and the current path of his life, Waldo immersed himself even further into the drinking, and he and Lyssandra continued to butt heads. In the process of determining his paternity, the Healers found the rather large host of drugs present in Waldo's body. They alerted Lyssandra to these dangers and took her for more testing. She was pissed, Waldo swore up and down that he wasn't on anything at the time of conception and that it was a slp-up that wouldn't happen again. That would be the last time he spoke to her for a few months. Besides the mess he was making of himself with the alcohol, Waldo did pretty well by staying off of the drugs. He found comfort in Melinda McKinnon, an ex of his and a very close friend from his year in school. They bonded over having sex in creative places, at first, and she gave him a reason to clean himself up and every time he hung out with her was definitely something he looked forward to. She made him feel like his old self, like he didn't have to act to be who he was around her. Eventually, the feelings grew deeper. They began talking about becoming more serious, possibly, after everything with Lyssandra and the baby calmed down. Waldo was thrilled. He'd already told his friends about what was going on and he was even starting to feel better about all of it, even when she wasn't around. Things were good. They made plans to hang out one night, and he cancelled to go with the guys to put on some impromptu show. She visited family, instead. Melinda was brutally murdered, along with her family, by vicious Death Eaters. Waldo was completely crushed. He fell to drugs, hard, for the third time. He was found in an alleyway of muggle London, unconscious and unresponsive. An ambulance was called, and Waldo was there for four days before he had any conscious memory. He missed a show. He had to get back. No one but his parents knew where he was, and they were insisting on sending him off to rehab and keeping him out of the wizarding environment forever. He'd have none of it. Under supervision, Waldo made a trip to the bathroom. Upon entering the stall, he apparated to the house of Jones Dennis. HE'S NEVER BEEN IN LOVE
BUT HE KNOWS JUST WHAT LOVE IS
HE SAID NEVERMIND
AND NO ONE SPEAKS
ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Ladies, ladies, and more ladies, please!
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: His only commitment is to his music.
SECRET LOVES: No secrets here!
DATING STYLE: He picks a lucky girl to meet him after the show, basically.
FORMER FLAMES: Melinda McKinnon, Veronica Zeller, Lydia Proudfoot, Amelia Bones, Tabitha Diggory, Amaryliss Chambers, Florence Gibbon
RELATIONSHIP HISTORY: Before coming across his massive amounts of fame, Waldo had quite a few relationships in school and then just about the same amount after he graduated. It was a sort of average dating lifestyle, except that the media wasn't nearly as interested back then as they are now, and there were still some girls "out of his league". These girls, even then, were very few and far between. It seems that his charm and sense of humor proves rather difficult to resist, even for the more high and mighty variety of females. After becoming famous, he became even less serious with his relationships and those relationships were definitely one-night-stands more than anything else. He, however, did have an uncanny knack for remembering the names and faces of the girls he shagged, at least if he didn't have to be on some kind of hard drug at the time. In the process of sewing his wild oats, Waldo ended up impregnating a woman by the name of Lyssandra Eberlee. He immediately jumped to conclusions about how she did it on purpose (she had assured him she was on the potion), that she had some sort of ulterior motive, or that she was lying to him and that it was actually someone elses. He took the paternity test and was indeed the father. This caused a great deal of stress in his life and things sort of snowballed from that point, but he took great solace in another woman by the name of Melinda McKinnon. The two bonded over having sex in creative places, at first, but things grew to be a bit deeper than expected. They'd already dated in the past and were actually rather good friends, both formerly Gryffindors of the same year. Just as talks of becoming more serious after everything settled down with Lyssandra and the baby, Melinda was brutally murdered by Death Eater's. Since all of this, Waldo continues to sleep around on occasion, but not nearly as frequently as he used to.
TURN ONS: Spontaneity, sense of humor, great body (nice tits, nice ass, long fingernails, pouty lips, nice teeth, tattoos ... yeah, this is sort of a longer list if we're talking physical appearance!), strong personality, challenging, uninhibited, free spirited.
TURN OFFS: Condescending, bitchy, judgmental, inability to take jokes, quick temper, snobby, preachy, ugly bodies, ugly face, bad teeth, chewed fingernails, cigarette smokers.
HE PLAYS AN OLD GUITAR
WITH A COIN FOUND BY THE PHONE
IT WAS HIS FRIEND'S GUITAR
THAT HE PLAYED
PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS
BEST FRIENDS: Jones Dennis, Stubby Boardman, Kirby Catchlove, Win Baddock
FRIENDS: Melinda McKinnon, Veronica Zeller, Andromeda Tonks, Amelia Bones, Tabitha Diggory, Sidney Spinnet, Nicole Bardera, Ted Tonks, Amaryliss Chambers, Mary McDonald
BELIEFS CONCERNING FRIENDSHIP: There is absolutely nothing that Waldo wouldn't do for his friends. If there were someone you could count on without a doubt to be on your side completely and for the long haul, it would definitely be him. In his book, it's always been that friends come first. He's made a great deal of sacrifices for his friends throughout his life and, even while some may not think he would ever take anything seriously enough, he knows when to stop joking and to start being serious when he really has to. Promises are important to him, too, and he would never break one or go back on his word. Or, well, at least he hasn't yet.
ENEMIES: Franzy Dolohov
HE THINKS HE DRINKS TOO MUCH
COS WHEN HE TELLS HIS TWO BEST FRIENDS
"I THINK I DRINK TOO MUCH"
NO ONE SPEAKS
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MUN INFO
NAME; Kari.
AGE; Eighteen.
IM; davy grolton
CHARACTER PLAYED BY; Dave Grohl
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