FULL NAME: Edgar Milton Waxweiler
NICKNAMES: Eddy. Junior - that one's reserved for his dad so it doesn't get used much. Eddie Munster that one year he went to muggle school. "Hey, Edgelord" has
definitely happened too.
AGE/DOB: 16 / July 13, 2003 / Cancer Sun, Capricorn Moon
YEAR: Junior
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him/his
SEXUALITY: *palms sweat profusely* He's. Just. Uhhhh. (His most memorable kiss was with Johnny Ray Douglas during Spin the Bottle in 8th grade and Johnny Ray started dating Loretta Harvey by the end of the night.)
HOMETOWN: Cracker Barrel, AL via Lubbock, TX with a couple pit stops along the way.
Cracker Barrel is something of a D-List muggle tourist attraction having gained notoriety in the '70s when a series of unfortunate events cancelled planned construction for a Cracker Barrel in Central Henville, Alabama. The culprit behind these occurrences is said to be the ghost of lesser known outlaw James Jesse who still haunts the abandoned site. While Jesse can be something of a cranky pants, he was equally disappointed when the Old Country Store didn't open its doors. The long-time wizarding locals found the whole thing a hoot and merrily renamed their town in honor of the town's new folklore. Cracker Barrel boasts many scenic wizarding trailer parks and The James Jesse Academy of Magical Learning, a struggling day school still led by its long deceased founder.
APPEARANCE:Oh, Eddy leans hard into his aesthetic. Or, well, it's kind of his mom's. From an early age, Eddy's dressed like a little hellion even if his personality doesn't quiiite match the packaging. He's got the black from head to toe, leather jacket, faux plugs, and combat boots look down. A fresh coat of black paint on his nails usually lasts less than 24 hours before it's getting chipped from sports or nervous picking so there's no point in rushing to repaint them. Roughly around the time all the girls started going through their raccoon eyes phase, so did Eddy - except he never grew out of it. Any attempts to get his makeup game more on fleek are met with a quiet but stubborn refusal.
Despite a tall and sturdy if slim build, Eddy carries himself in a way to take up as little space as possible, skulking about with his shoulders hunched forward so badly that it's a bit of a surprise when he stands at his full height. His features lean classically handsome too under all the paint, impish and angular, and in another life he could've been a
tween heartthrob.
While Eddy's wardrobe is largely very repetitive - black on black on more black - he does have a small rotation of
NASA and other (still black)
space themed shirts that make appearances.
HEIGHT: 5'11", but he loses a couple inches thanks to a perpetual slouch.
BUILD: A very sturdy bean pole.
PB: Rahart Adams
INSPO: Pinboard What would others say is their most prominent personality trait — what's the first thing people notice about them?The first thing that people notice about Eddy is undoubtedly his appearance. He skulks about looking like some sort of vampire bad boy wannabe, giving off a generally standoffish and unapproachable air. The kind of kid who's ~*~Too Cool For School~*~ and the Ultimate Non-Conformist. Spend any amount of time around Eddy though and it becomes blatantly clear that he's really just very shy and socially awkward and the thought of actually carrying a conversation with another human being fills him with dread. Which
can lead to him being standoffish, so it's not an entirely inaccurate reading either.
How would this character describe themself? What do they think are their best and worst qualities?"Uhhhhh. I'm Eddy.
[...] I have black hair. I'm.. kinda tall?
[...] I play Quidditch. And Quodpot. Like my brother.
[...] Yeah."
"..More? Uhhh. Shit. I'm good at like. Math and fixing shit."
"Like..
personal shit?
[...] [ ... stares intensely ... ] [...] I've got your back if we're tight. You need me? I'm there."
"
..More? [...] [...] [...] You've got mustard on your shirt. :/ :/ :/
[ abruptly vanishes ]"
Being asked to describe himself is easily one of Eddy's worst nightmares. Not because he believes that he transcends labeling or even because he's still ~finding himself~ at sixteen. Just.. words are hard, you know? Stop expecting him to say something smart sounding. So yeah, the first things that come to mind for Eddy are labels, like smart or jock. Which he is absolutely a jock despite all appearances otherwise. But press a little deeper into the introspection and he might be able to come up with something like working hard or loyalty. Not that he'd express it so succinctly as calling it loyalty. But he's crew for life once you've earned his trust.
As for the bad, well, there's that whole talking thing we keep mentioning over and over. While taking his life into his hands a hundred feet in the air gets his adrenaline pumping, social situations get it pumping in all the wrong ways, kicking in a fight or flight response rather than a high. Cautious isn't ever something he'd be called while on a broom, but back on the ground is a whole different matter. He's very averse to social risks, which just exacerbates that whole socially awkward thing. The sort of person convinced that every word coming out of their mouth "sounds stupid", he becomes flustered easily and clams up, only to repeat the conversation over and over in his head hours later. If Eddy abruptly starts avoiding someone, it's far more likely because he perceives that he's done something wrong, than anything that person did themselves.
What drives them to action? Doing good? Getting rich? Receiving praise?Eddy is driven heavily by his relationship with others, rather than ego or personal ambitions. He wants to make his Mama proud. He wants to be a valued part of the whole. He's always one to carry his weight and then some. If you dig a little deeper, you can maybe-sorta-probably point a finger at his relationship with his father for what seems suspiciously like a fear of abandonment and rejection pushing him forward. Being driven so heavily by the expectations of others makes it easy for his own identity to get lost in the mix.
With Eddy, words are difficult so he has to rely heavily on his actions to express himself. Friendships, family, are all valued deeply, but other than a long established habit of saying "love you, mama", don't expect him to ever say much on the topic. Instead Eddy is the sort who expresses affection through acts of service, be it picking up an extra coke to share or being right there at your back when the fists start flying.
How social are they and, introvert or extrovert, what sorts of people do they gravitate toward?Despite being deeply introverted, Eddy isn't a true loner - he's a regular party staple, enjoying hovering around the fringes of large groups and listening to people talk and joke around. Just please don't turn the spotlight on him suddenly or he'll want to melt into the ground. Eddy especially values big bold personalities who are eager to fill the silence and don't mind if he only interjects a few words here and there.
What are their opinions on rules? How do they interact with authority figures?Eddy's a real Mama's Boy and if Mama had dropped the rule book in front of him and told him to read it front to back and never break a rule from that day forward, he sure as hell would have. But Mama doesn't have time for all your made-up rules and that's the attitude she instilled in her son. Sure, okay, don't go around murderin' willy-nilly, but don't take no shit either. It's not that Eddy goes out of his way to toss a middle finger to the rules, but anything remotely inconveniencing is quick to get disregarded.
Authority figures can be hit or miss. He's inclined to be respectful in the classroom 'cause that's how Mama raised him, but he'll be caught eyes rolling real fast if someone's trying to lecture him about curfew or don't-go-in-there-because-that's-what-the-big-sign-says. Unsurprisingly, he's far more willing to listen to someone who's earned his respect than someone he's supposed to listen to just because someone gave them a shiny badge.
How sensitive are they?Oh, he's sensitive as shit, man. For such a withdrawn and observational personality, Eddy is full of emotions that he doesn't know what to do with. While the happy bubbling of positive emotions usually only manifests with the slightest smile, the darker and more turbulent ones are difficult for Eddy to express in a constructive way when they start thrumming through his body. Frustration is the one he most often has to contend with - no tree is safe after a poor performance - but he's also very easily flustered and frustrated when someone's talking circles around him. In those instances, he's quite likely to make rude or brusque remarks that overreact to the situation, often followed by a hasty and awkward retreat.
As a person who takes himself far too seriously, it's very easy to pull Eddy's metaphorical pigtails, but long time friends have earned his trust enough that he can much better roll with the punches.
How does this character handle group project assignments in class?Eddy will gladly take on
any part of the project, if it means he doesn't have to get in front of the class and talk. Luckily the person who's handing out jobs is usually more than happy to do all the talking. He'll pull his weight and get his part done - though maybe
also don't ask him to write anything on a poster board.
FUN FACTS:🌒 His mouth has been washed out with soap on more than one occasion and you better believe he speaks like a respectful young man around his mama now.
🌒 He writes in an absurdly difficult to read microscrawl that the journal magic thankfully makes legible.
🌒 He slathers on SPF 100 to maintain that vampiric complexion despite all the time he spends outdoors. Unfortunately, he does not sparkle.
🌒 Obligated to stan for Ferghus O'Malley, even if he isn't a legend like Earl Oakhardt.
🌒 ISFJ, the Defender |
6w5, the Guardian
LANGUAGES: While he understands English and a decent smattering of Spanish, his ability to speak either is up for debate.
HOBBIES: Broom sports (Quidditch, Quodpot, racing), climbing, trespassing, star gazing, doodling constellations, working on vehicles, looking like a depressed raccoon, abruptly and awkwardly exiting conversations
SKILLS:
Flying | Getting enough kids together for a pickup game can be a task, but there was never any shortage of kids eager to sneak on their brooms and go hurtling full speed through the woods in unsanctioned mimicry of their favorite broom racers. Over the years Eddy's gained himself an impressive ability to cut sharp corners while playing chicken with Mother Nature and actually mean it when he insists "It's fine Ma, I'm not gonna fall" while hanging upside down with just a foot hooked around his broom shaft. (He's also racked up a considerable amount of broken bones along the way.)
Flexible | Though hardly a contortionist, Eddy does have remarkable amount of flexibility in his joints, able to twist his spine or reach an arm out just that much further than the usual person. (Yes, he can bend his fingers back 90 degrees and he's not sure why you think that's so gross.) In another life, he may have made a decent Seeker, but everyone wanted to be the Seeker growing up, so gracelessly twisting about between three hoops it was.
Handy | You don't make ends meet by always having to hire someone else to do stuff for you and Eddy's had years of schooling from his mama on how to install this, how to change a spark plug on that, and every other little household repair in between. It's led to a general affinity for mechanics.
Space | A long time star gazer and dreamer, Eddy can point out all the constellations and he totally nerds out over old astronomical charts. He's visited the U.S. Space & Rocket Center in Huntsville more times than he can count.
Math | Talking's out and even his stick figures are a disaster, but Eddy's always had a knack with numbers. Give him some equations, he'll crunch them up.
Knows A Guy Who Knows A Guy | Okay, so he knows his mama. While she's extremely skilled at tracking down a banned book or some not-entirely-legal monster eggs, getting them past school mail security is an entirely different matter.
FAMILY:Susannah Waxweiler | "Mama" | Mother | Diner waitress, don't-ask-questions acquisition expert, & general hellion. Ladies Flying Motorbike Club member. For ten years it was Susannah and Eddy against the world and Eddy thinks the world of her.
Cassandra Webberley | "Ma" | Step-Mother | Broken reception Seer. It took some time for Eddy to warm to Cassandra and her fretting nature can leave him exasperated, but she's his Ma 100%.
Wyatt Webberley | Step-Brother | Wildgulch Junior. An instant match despite how different they appear, Wyatt's been Eddy's best friend from the day they met and he'd do anything for him.
Tatum "Tater Tot" Webberley-Waxweiler | Half-Sister | Doted on baby sister that Eddy and Wyatt are almost definitely going to break.
Banjo Webberley-Waxweiler | A so-ugly-it's-cute scraggly mutt that Wyatt dragged home one day. Eddy grimaces whenever Banjo decides his face needs to be washed, but he never stops him.
Everett & Eloise Waxweiler | Grandparents. Susannah is tight lipped when it comes to her life before Eddy and doubly so when questioned about her parents. Everett and Eloise are the sort of folks that make money simply by having money with their fingers in the pie of multiple regional wizarding businesses and institutions. In the South with its deep roots, the Waxweiler name is known to not have a place amongst the oldest of old Pureblood families, but they've clawed their way to prominence and are typically treated as a charming success story for everyone to pat themselves on the back about.
Susannah hasn't had contact with them since before Eddy was born and that's unlikely to change. The scion of the Waxweiler family is keeping with family tradition and is a freshman at Vercoer Academie.
Scooter Beadles | Father | Disgraced former member of Ferghus O'Malley's NASBROOM pit crew. Scooter's still puttering around the Lubbock region - he's got some grand ideas to open Scooter Beadles' Beetle Emporium - and sometimes remembers to send something for Eddy's birthday.
BACKGROUND:Let's call it like it is: Susannah Waxweiler is a loser magnet. And Scooter Beadles sure was a loser. Not that Susannah had any room to talk. It's always a bit of a scandal when your valedictorian is delivering her commencement speech sporting the baby bump she's spent the last eight months cooking. Even worse when it's at Vercoer and she's the daughter of one of the school's most prominent Board of Trustees members.
Diploma in hand, Susannah graduated from the cushy comfort of Vercoer's dormitories to Weird Uncle Larry's moth eaten sofa and a few weeks later Edgar Milton was born. Saddling Eddy with the name of a beloved and departed grandfather was the last time Susannah acknowledged her ties to her kin and within six months, once rising star Susannah Waxweiler and her infant son were crammed inside a teeny apartment while Susannah worked double shifts at the local diner most days. It certainly wasn't ideal but she was doing it on her own and living by her own rules and that was far more important than creature comforts.
A lot of things were only meant to be temporary, but for as goddamn book smart as Susannah was, she never did listen to her better sense. Scooter tracked her down to Lubbock making all sorts of promises and that allure of playing at happy family meant she didn't
immediately kick him to the curb. She did, eventually, but no matter how much of a loser Scooter was, Susannah wanted to make sure Eddy had a chance at having him in his life, and so she put down roots in Lubbock - close to his father, but far enough from her parents to avoid any meddling.
Scooter was just the first of many losers that moved through the revolving door of Susannah and Eddy's life. With the departure of each one, Susannah would say good riddance and that Eddy was the only man she
really needed in her life. It didn't mean much to a gurgling baby, but it was repeated plenty of times over the years and by the time Eddy understood what was happening it was to understand that no one ever stayed around for long, but when they did leave he got plenty of pie and pajama dance parties.
Rebellious hellion that she was - waitress had long since transformed to waitress-with-a-far-more-lucrative-side-job - Susannah was determined to raise Eddy right and a good education was at the top of that list. Not about to mess around with (heavy on the quotes) homeschooling, Eddy was very promptly enrolled in wizdergarten and Susannah regularly lectured her very much only five year old son on the importance of education and grades and homework while his classmates were more interested in eating paste.
It wasn't long after that Scooter finally got his shit together and landed a spot on up-and-coming-star Ferghus O'Malley's NASBROOM pit crew. Seeming like she could finally trust Scooter to be a responsible adult, Eddy started spending considerably more time with his father, palling along with him to the track. Everyone agreed Eddy was kind of a weird kid who never said much, but an expected laugh riot at the kid's expense turned into impressed hoots the first time they got Eddy on a broom. Finally with something he could share with the other kids his age, lots of unsupervised flying followed.
The next few years were roughly more of the same - Eddy studied, Susannah worked, and Scooter worked. Sort of. Around the time Eddy was nine, Scooter was cut from the O'Malley pit crew for disciplinary reasons. Sure they were good ol' boys who enjoyed a drink now and then, but Scooter always took it too far, and after multiple incidents of drunkenness at work, he was sent off in disgrace. This didn't come as a complete surprise to Susannah - his engagement with Eddy had been declining dramatically for awhile and their relationship was becoming characterized by broken promises and forgetting to pick him up. Feeling that she'd long outgrown Lubbock, Susannah finally packed up her and Eddy and hit the road.
The next year was a rocky one as Susannah followed her wanderlust across the Gulf region. They'd settle in some speck of a town for a couple months and Eddy would attend the local school (most often a muggle one) and then be on their way again not long after. Cracker Barrel should've been more of the same, but there was Cassandra Webberley coming into the diner one night, and then another, and another. The two women, nothing alike, hit it off and the newly blended family moved into their very own trailer together.
While it took some time for Eddy to warm up to Cassandra - he knew how this story went, or so he thought - Eddy immediately took to her son, Wyatt, a big bright personality just as eager to get on a broom and far more eager to do all the talking for him. They both enrolled at James Jesse Academy that year - Eddy having a much smoother time academically than Wyatt did - and when Wyatt started getting into fights, there was Eddy always at his back, immediately ready to jump in for him. When the disciplinary notices started coming home, Mama said "don't you dare let them give you shit, and don't you dare get kicked out".
Though being sent to the headmaster's office was a semi-regular occurrence for Eddy during his time at James Jesse Academy, the semi-corporeal man in question was traditionally more of a figurehead, all too often dozing off in a literal figurehead of himself than actually running the school. But then someone had the bright idea to powder the statue with matcha and for the first time in three years of office visits, there was lesser known outlaw James Jesse sitting across from Eddy, bright eyed, with his permanent record in front of him.
What ensued was even more baffling: after a roundabout conversation where Jesse accused Eddy of still owing him upwards of 5,000 dragots from that poker night in '64, ya lousy varmint, he learned for the first time that there was a whole clan of hoity-toity nose-in-the-air think-they're-better'en-us-just-because-their-school's-filled-with-frogeaters Waxweilers out there. Stunned, Eddy wasn't sure what to do with this new information. Could he really believe the rantings of a probably senile post-lifer? Mama'd always been tight lipped about her parents, insisting "they're not around anymore." And yet buried in the literature for Vercoer, among the esteemed trustee members, was Everett Waxweiler's name. A little more research backed up the ghost's story.
By then Wyatt had already been talking about hightailing it out of Cracker Barrel for high school, floating the name Peckenpaugh due to it
not having a reputation as an asshole smart kids only school. Eddy never pushed for much, glad to let Wyatt take the lead, but this was different - he had a whole family out there he'd only just learned about and he was filled with daydreams of reconnecting and being welcomed back into the fold. Once Wyatt was on board (less willingly than he let on), Eddy finally felt confident about approaching Mama and she reluctantly confirmed the whole thing. Even more surprising, a day later she told him she thought it was a good idea. Vercoer was the best school that money didn't have to buy and she knew there was still a big hole in Eddy's heart that his father had left there.
They got Wyatt's response first -
so sorry, but there simply wasn't room in this year's class to accommodate him. A day later, Eddy's arrived and he secreted it off to his bedroom to read, an unsurprising
congratulations and welcome! The dilemma was immediately obvious - and so he lied and said he still hadn't gotten a letter. A lie he repeated the next day and the next as he agonized over staying with the brother he'd found or trying to take a place among his blood.
Nearly a week passed, and then a new lie: he'd been turned down too. Susannah didn't buy it for a second and she was none too pleased when Eddy asserted that he was going to Peckenpaugh instead. But Eddy held his ground and persisted in his lie, going against his mama's wishes for the first time in his life and off to Peckenpaugh it was.
WAND: 11 ¾",
Sweetgum,
Jarvey claw core. As if trying to words wasn't bad enough, Eddy's wand is a tempermental thing with a tendency to react poorly when he's worked up about something, making an odd spitting sound and jerking during wand movements.
FAMILIAR: Mickey, a field mouse that repeatedly chewed a hole and hid in Eddy's Quidditch bag until he adopted her (oops) and gave her a proper home last year. Mickey frequently attends classes with Eddy, tucking herself into the back of his collar or inside a sleeve during winter and he finds her presence reassuring.
CAREER GOALS: That's probably something Eddy should be getting figured out, huh? Ask the child in him and the immediate answer is astronaut. Space exploration isn't really something wizards dabble in, but why not? Or maybe he'll just hope he gets signed by the same team that Wyatt inevitably does. That feels nice and safe.
PART-TIME JOB: Pizza Pi(e)rates. His incredibly unenthusiastic arrrs have become a mini tourist attraction of their own.
CLASSES: Doing your homework and getting good grades are a few of the things Mama's a stickler about. Eddy's the sort of student who keeps his head down, works hard, and tries to sink as far down into his seat as possible when volunteers are being asked for. When called on, he
usually can muster up the right answer, but it's far easier to whisper the right one to the person sitting next to him than try to remember it himself when put on the spot.
Outside of the classroom environment, he's been known to informally tutor other students in his honors subjects. It can be something of a blundering experience at first and he's much better at answering questions and helping with specific problems than giving a mini lecture on a subject, but he's very patient and knows his material.
Charms | Eddy developed an inherent dislike of Charms class early on. Casting is all well and good, but being told to speak up, enunciate better, and FEEL MORE in front of the class was always embarrassing. He tries to figure out the bare minimum of participation to still get a good grade and typically lurks at the back of the classroom. Outside of the classroom environment, he finds practicing Charms more enjoyable and prefers to work one-on-one with a tutor.
Potions | Eh. It's expected as part of a well-rounded wizarding education. Mr. Berzelius makes the subject a lot more interesting than Eddy typically finds it thanks to his mad cap antics. At least it's not
Charms.
Transfigurations (H) | Of the three cornerstones of magic, Eddy excels the most at Transfigurations by far. His interest lies less in the end result and more at having a strong knack for the equations behind the magic. Still, a successful transfiguration always earns a small smile from Eddy.
Artificing (H) | Easily some of his favorite hours of the week, Eddy finds working with his hands relaxing and it's something he's been doing with his parents since he was a rugrat - be it fiddling with racing brooms or flying motorbikes. Now
this is an enjoyable way to practice Charms. He prefers projects that have some heft to them over the minute detail work typically involved with magirobotics, but he also has a great deal of admiration for Dr. Ranui and he'll be expanding his horizons this year as a member of Magirobotics.
Astronomy (H) | There's a lot of magical mysteries tied to the cosmos, but some kids are just enchanted by the stars and Eddy's one of them. (Someone show him Mass Effect.) While methodically working away in Artificing is naturally relaxing to Eddy, Astronomy draws out the oft-buried dreamer part of him. He digs the math and science because it's something he's just
good at, but the stories and field trips and endless possibilities are what truly delights him.
Hermeticism (H) | Math math math numbers numbers numbers vocabular- oh fuck. Thankfully it's a lot easier to memorize vocabulary than dredge it up in casual conversation. Things are finally moving from the theoretical to the practical this year and Eddy's fully prepared to utter a single "cool" in response to the various spectacular feats performed. Eddy thrives under having absurdly high expectations put on him and he's not about to disappoint his Head of House.
Outdoor Magic | He's a fly boy, get covered in dirt and mud boy. How could Eddy possibly pass on a class that teaches broom racing techniques? Survival skills are less his thing, but that's all cool shit too. If there's any teacher in this school that Eddy has latched onto like a baby duck, it's absolutely Mr. Youngblood.
Arithmancy | Eddy's Ma's a Seer and Wyatt's exploring that legacy by taking Divination, so Arithmancy holds a personal stake for Eddy beyond simply 'that really tough math class that looks good on transcripts'. There's no doubt he doesn't have the Sight, but removing the guesswork - or, at least, putting an equation to the madness - maybe defogs the future a little. It's another numbers class so with some hard work, it's something that Eddy excels at and it's ?impressive? how much of an equation he can actually fit on a single page of paper.
EXTRA-CURRICULARS: Quidditch | Keeper. Thorntrail took home the cup Eddy's freshman year and though he participated in some matches as reserve Keeper, he's definitely a little sore that they didn't bring home the cup again once he moved to primetime last year. His playstyle is on the unorthodox side for a Keeper and he's managed to rack up more broken bones and injuries than the position usually entails, but if he gets the job done, what's a little concussion or two?
JV Quodpot | Falcon & newly appointed co-captain. Eddy's been a part of the team since his freshman year and persists in playing, despite his eternal home on the B-team. Third time's the charm, right? He's pretty sure Mr. Youngblood was mid-bender when he decided to name him as one of the squad's captains this year.
Arithletes | Watch him promptly forget the English language as soon as he hits the buzzer. Eddy's been a warm body on the team going on three years now, typically more of a boon during practice than actual competition, but he can nail math and sports if he doesn't crack under the pressure.
Magirobotics | A new club addition for Eddy this year. It took some gentle prodding on Dr. Ranui's part for him to audition for Magirobotics - he'd always seen himself as more of an auto mechanic than a mad science tinkerer - and while he's more interested in working on the larger scale projects, he's definitely ready to rrrrruuuuumble.
SORTING?: It's a good thing Wyatt sorted second, because Eddy almost certainly would have ignored the doors and simply followed him to Wildgulch. He
did spend about a week sore over the fact Wyatt chose to be a hobbit, but he got over it and spends plenty of time lurking about in Wildgulch's caves now. In truth, he gave Wildgulch little consideration and was almost swayed by Deeplurk, but in all honesty Eddy doesn't like going it alone and Thorntrail's promises of a family in the House of Squatch soundly won him over.
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SLP: JV Quodpot Co-Captain
POSITION: JV Quodpot Co-Captain (Sparrow/Falcon)
WHY THIS SPOT?: It's very possible Mr. Youngblood was having a gas, because Eddy certainly didn't earn this spot based on his outstanding communication skills. Or maybe in his more lucid moments, Mr. Youngblood recognizes that Eddy is a very hard worker with the right amount of humility to not take (too much) offense to still being stuck on JV after three years.
IDEAS?: Primarily, I expect to use this position as a reason to get Eddy out there and posting despite a natural inclination against it. Definitely expect some How To Human? awkward wards on his part to the team. That said, I'll definitely be collaborating with whoever picks up the other co-captain position and we should be able to cook up some fun for what will presumably be a ragtag B-squad team. While I don't have any specific ideas for team activities, I'd love to play up the B-team aspect and maybe parrot some of the activities the main team is doing, but with a duct taped together twist.