Keenan MarsdenFull Name:
Keenan MarsdenBlood Status:
ScottishPlace of Birth:
HogsmeadeDate of Birth:
May 19th 2048Age:
Though he is skinny Keenan has quite a muscular build. His dark hair is short and always in a deliberate spiked mess at the back is a small thin braid that stops just below his neck. A thin line of beard runs along his jawbone and widens slightly at the chin.Dressing Style:
Keenan is the type of person who just throws on whatever comes to hand. He only owns silk shirts and sharply pressed black dress trousers. Shoes are something he owns a lot of and he has everything from normal leather to dragonskin and in between. He loves what others would consider to be ‘loud’ shoes and the colours of his shirts are often bright or very deep shades. He wears a little jewellery; a gold thick chained bracelet, a mood ring on the middle finger of his left hand, a battered looking rolex that was his great grandfathers and a thick gold chain around his neck with a gold phoenix pendant.PersonalityCharacter Description:
Keenan’s a decent and kind bloke. He means no ill will to anyone but won’t take crap from anyone. He doesn’t notice when he’s being flirted with and as a result he’s horrible at it. Still, that doesn’t seem to affect his chances with women. During quiet periods in the pub he’ll usually be found cleaning or reading a book at the bar. At night when he can’t sleep he goes walking with Storm or work out, he enjoys working out since he’s an energetic man. He hates sports though and feels that broomsticks are someones curse on the magical world. Emotionally he tends to keep his distance and while he has many friends, friends he would fight for, there are only two beings on the world he truly cares about - his sister and his dog.Quirks:
He's a bit of a neat freak. Not so bad that he'll drive himself up the wall while customers are in the pub but as soon as they're gone he's like some kind of cleaning tornado. He has been known to throw messy guests out of rooms and smelly people out of the bar.Strengths:
Honest and can easily spot a liarWeaknesses:
A freshly made bed
Everything to be in its place (in the pub is an exception though he will not go to bed until everything is cleaned up and put away)
Walking - He will often be seen around the village and in the trees that surround it with his dog, Storm.
Dirt and mess
Cedar. Unicorn hair. Medium length, springy.Strength:
Landlord of The Three BroomsticksFamily and HistoryFather:
- Daryl Marsden (deceased)Mother:
- Jasmine Hope-Marsden (deceased)Siblings:
Kynthia (kin-thee-uh) Marsden (28)Pet:
A white and black Alaskan Malamute with ice-blue eyes named Storm. She’s a four year old extremely well-trained and laid back dog. In the pub she’s often to be found laying before the fire or trying to get a clap off of the customers. If children are around she will chase and play with them for as long as they want. It takes a lot to tire her which is why Keenan walks her for at least two hours every night. She loves to chase animals but never seems bothered about catching them.Background:
Being a child in an abusive relationship didn’t lead to a happy childhood for Keenan even with his sisters attempts to shield him from the worst of it. His mother and father were the picture of happiness in public but at night, when the doors of the pub had closed for the night they were monsters. Arguing about everything, throwing things at each other and often coming to blows. Knowing the entire village knew what the children had to live with and did nothing started him hating the place. Seeing how the villagers acted around his parents - as if they were the best things since sliced bread - made it a burning hatred.
Still, he had some good times there with his sister and their friends. He and Kynthia were always close and still are. With only three years between them they often played together and living in a place with very few children meant there wasn’t enough kids to have separate friends. They fought of course as all siblings do but it has always been that she is the most important person in his life and he is in hers.
The year Kynthia started Hogwarts Keenan pined for her. She was so close yet he couldn’t just go and see her, or, do as he often did and sneak into her room at night to tell each other ghost stories. There was no one in the house to play with when it rained outside and his parents mostly acted as though he didn’t exist. He started counting down the days until he would go to the castle and join her. They dragged.
Finally he got there and was sorted into Hufflepuff with Kynthia being in Slytherin. For a while he was sad about them still being separated but, as he easily made his own friends he got over it quickly. In the overlapping time of their education it wasn’t unusual to find Keenan and Kynthia sitting together somewhere or helping each other with the work they struggled with. Both hated the others boy/girl friends with a passion. No one was good enough for Keenan’s sister and no one could ever be good enough for her brother. They both feel the same today but have learned to be civil to the other’s partner when they have one.
He left school with some passes and some failings but none of that mattered. He was free. School had helped him break his need to be near his sister and he was going to travel the world. There were mountains to climb, hills to walk, seas to swim and everything to see. The village no longer held him in it’s grasp and his parents were more than welcome to each other.
In his twentieth year his father died. He’d been drunk while hanging Christmas decorations, fallen off the ladder and died. Keenan felt very little and most of that was a regret that he’d never confronted the man. He travelled home immediately as did Kynthia. They arranged to meet up in London before travelling the rest of the way together. When they got home they found their mother in the bar with ‘friends’ who were drinking it dry as their mother slept. The pub was soon emptied and the siblings settled in for what was to be a gloomy trip home and Christmas as they sobered up their mum and ran the business.
While travelling the brother and sister would meet up from time to time and spend a day or two together. No matter the distance between them or the length of time their bond never lessened. Keenan travelled mostly alone until while in Alaska travelling by sled he became friendly with the owner of the dogs pulling it and his travel companion of the moment. He was invited to stay at the man’s house where the found a newly born litter of pups had arrived. Keenan instantly fell in love with the little bitch pup he’d later buy and name Storm.
The month after he turned twenty-five he was forced to return home again for another funeral in the knowledge that he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon if at all. His mother had passed away now, her life ended thanks to alcoholism. For some unknown reason (Keenan actually suspects at his sisters wishes) he was left the pub and his sister was left gold. Of course they both already had respectable enough trust funds from their paternal grandparents but the gold means an easier life for her.
Too bad the pub doesn’t for him. Kynthia left soon after their mother was laid to rest and he couldn’t blame her. There was no joy in the village for them or in the pub. He stayed behind and get on with the family business. It had crossed his mind to sell up but he could never do that, the pub had been in the family for too long. The Three Broomstick’s had grown considerably over the years. It now stands three stories high with a basement level much larger than the building above and a large extension to the back. The top floor is the families living area, the one below holds the guest rooms, the bar room is on the ground floor and the basement holds storerooms and the area Keenan and Storm call home.
Great-grandson of Madam Rosemerta, Keenan likes to think bartending is in his blood. And it is, he loves it. Working doesn’t feel like work most of the time and he never feels alone. He wishes he could travel still and may, if he ever works up the courage to ask his sister for help. Though for now he’s content enough to run things and live quietly just him and his dog.