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CASE FILE: Elmo Mallory Break

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Break Family Archive

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IDENTIFICATION Reducio Name: Elmo Break Sex: Male Race: Caucasian (Human) Date of Birth: January 9th 2000 (03:33am) Place of Birth: Dundee, Scotland Blood Status: Pureblood Eye Color: Brown Hair Length/Color: Short / Brown (Dyed Black) Facial Hair: None Height: 6'6" (1.98 meters) Scars/Tattoos: None Noticable Features: Severed left hand, severed right eye. ──────────────────────────────

WAND SPECIFICATIONS Reducio Wood Type: Cherry Core Material: White River Monster Spine Length: 12.7 cm Flexibility: Springy Crafted By: Ollivanders [wandmaking shop] ──────────────────────────────

VISUAL RECORD

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Filed in the Break Family Archive

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PERSONALITY Reducio Elmo, during his school days and childhood, was very quiet and serious and even hard to read. Elmo did not trust people as easily as he wished he could. Now? Asides from becoming colder and lacking any sort of care and affection, he kept his happy feelings to himself. He felt like it was much too hard to make friends at this point. He could pretend to be polite, but deep down? He didn’t feel anything for anyone. He liked history, especially if they were dark and traumatic. He spent most of his time reading as well. If he did smile, which he does not do often, his smile never reached his eyes, his ears. The smile was weak. ──────────────────────────────

APPEARANCE Reducio He had naturally brown hair (dyed black in year six), pale skin, and brown eyes. He was six foot six inches tall, average weight. He had a birthmark that looked like a large freckle the size of the tip of the thumb hidden on his left shoulder. ──────────────────────────────

BACKSTORY Reducio January 2000. That was his birth month. He was the middle child in a family with five boys, one father and one mother. The Break household was always loud, as the boys all shouted, stomped, slammed doors, banged pots and pans together, punched one another, pulled cruel and evil pranks that Elmo would later be subjected to under bullying at Hogwarts. His siblings might not have always meant to hurt him growing up while they were doing things, stupid things. But they did. Elmo would often find himself being teased for crying much too easily, for finding interest in a book, for not fighting back! His mother was always tired, and while she loved her sons, she didn’t have time to be soft. She wanted her boys to be strong, to listen and follow orders, to be silent. That didn’t really happen, not with her eldest two picking on Elmo. His father was a bit distant in the sense that he was more interested in his own work than he was his own children. Elmo later learned that it would be hard to get affection out of his father, no matter how badly he wanted it. Not even an ‘I love you.’ was uttered. He shared a room with two of his brothers. They took his things, mocked his drawings and clothes and hair. Called him ugly and said he was a disappointment, that he was nothing more to the family than a bag full of trash that had yet to be taken out. When he turned eight, he stopped asking his family for help as often as he did. At nine, it was hard to get a word out of Elmo. When he did speak, it was more or less an ‘okay’ rather than ‘I learned that…’ with an excited tone like most children around his age. At ten, he had his first instance of magic and got his letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, and he told his family. That year, he began to talk a little more, tried to get a conversation going. But other than constant insults from his brothers, he didn’t get much out of his family than just ‘My day was fine. Thank you.’ And then awkward silence. Every time. Yes, his family went to Hogwarts, and the fact that he was going to Hogwarts must be nice, at least, nice for his family to know about because then he wasn’t a complete disappointment, he wasn’t a squib. In (december) 2013, his father had a fling with a Giant, and despite some argument inside the household, Elmo wasn't there to hear it, just was present enough to discover that his new baby brother, a half brother, was born July 3rd 2014. His name? Remy Break. In (january) 2014, a little under a month after his father's last fling, he also had another fling with a human this time, someone who seemed to like snakes or something like that. He couldn't really work out what his mother was writing about, but July 31st 2014, another half brother was born. His name? Buck. — First Instance of Magic. Age 10. May 19th 2010. He cried. Secretly. He tried so hard not to call any attention to himself. But he cried and cried. Why did it feel like he was a reject? Why did he have to feel so put down? Why did his heart have to ache every night? His head laid on his arms crossed in front of him on the desk. The wilting plant he had on his desk began to grow and it was almost as if it had regained life as it was bright and inviting in comparison to what it was when it wilted, but it grew fast, it healed, somehow? Elmo, still crying, looked up at the sunflower he had on his desk and only got confused. He didn’t water it. No one came into his room, and especially not at the time he was in the room crying, everyone was out of the house. He had no idea what happened.

SCHOOL LIFE Reducio First Year: [2011-2012] - He got into Hogwarts, got sorted into Slytherin. His very first dinner at Hogwarts ended up with mashed potatoes in his hair, gravy dripping down his back. He didn’t cry of course, because boys don’t cry. He stared at his plate, and he would do the same every day. In the corridors, he did his best to try and ditch bullies, always unsuccessfully. Second Year: [2012-2013] - The bullying didn’t stop. His excitement for Hogwarts began to dwindle. What were they even doing? He went to classes, but he did nothing exciting. He didn’t join any sport or any clubs. He wanted something to change. He wanted his life at Hogwarts to change, especially with the least amount of effort on his behalf. Third Year: [2013-2014] - Hogwarts was weird, granted, asides from even having his head shoved into a toilet at one point and his broom being hexed and him being flung into the whomping willow and spending a week at the Hospital Wing, he passed his classes and began taking interest in Potions and History of Magic. Fourth Year: [2014-2015] - His father had two flings in 2013 and 2014, and in the first two months of school, he discovered he had two half brothers. One was a half giant, the other was just like him, human. He began skipping classes and eventually his mother sent a howler his way, telling him that if he continued to skip classes he would be removed from the school and put into the strictest setting she would allow with her constant watching of him. He later stopped skipping classes as long and as often as he did before. Fifth Year: [2015-2016] - Elmo came across a muggleborn who said that he didn’t look red or annoying at all. This only confused him. The biggest event to him that year, he stayed in the library reading history books as long as he had free time. He passed his History OWL at the end of the year. Sixth Year: [2016-2017] - He didn’t have a single twitch or a smile. He dyed his natural brown hair black and wore a frown and a face of ‘don’t touch me or it’s your demise’. He found out his mother died, cardiac arrest while she was asleep on the night of January 20th 2017. He refused to talk to people and just continued spending his time in the library, reading about darker topics such as punishments throughout history, wars and demise. He spent an entire half year reading about medieval life and stories originating from it from both muggle and wizard perspectives. Seventh Year: [2017-2018] - He couldn’t help but get irritated when people talked to him or addressed him, or if they would touch him. His face would burn with shame and annoyance and anger. If someone were to talk to him or ask him or even just mention his mother, he broke down in tears and tried so hard to stop it. The wound was still fresh (even if it’s been a year or more), and to try and deviate from feeling the pain or from apprehending anyone, especially those that still did bully him over the years. It seemed his way of dealing with trouble and to try and keep himself out of trouble was to read. To read stories and journal entries from history. He passed his History NEWT at the end of the year as well. Adult I: [2018-2026] - He began to accept his mother’s death. However, he also began to feel a bit heartless, like he didn’t care what happened to people. He could put on a facade if he had to, but he did not care. He lacked empathy. He thought of himself. He cared more about himself than anything. During his adulthood post graduation, he worked small jobs, such as working as a stable mucker and even worked in a library. He thought too little of himself, if he threw himself into a job that paid less than what everyone else was getting paid having a steady job, a steady life. He didn’t really have that. He still lived with his dad. He didn’t have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend. He didn’t have kids. He was a disappointment. A disappointment to the Break family, to the Baird lineage. Or so, that was what he led himself into believing. He told himself he wasn’t worth more, that he did not deserve more.

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FAMILY
Father: George Break
Mother: Eleanor Break
Brothers: Grover Break, Thatch Break, Milo Break, Ozzy Break, Lucifer Break, Remy Break, Draven (Weegee) Break
Distant Relatives - As They Exist As Accounts Onsite:
Octavius Kennedy (1st Cousin)
Clark Baird (1st Removed Cousin)
Non-Relatives: Sylvia Savage, Selena Savage, Harvey Dunn, Grigori Sokolovsky, Patricia Weegee
Wife: Debbie (Norfolk) Break
Children: Acadia Break, Plague Break (December 12th 2026)