Post by vjacobs on Aug 12, 2009 18:28:46 GMT -5
Some Information on the Store
Jacobs' Wands is run out of a very weathered building that seems to have taken much abuse over the course of the past four years. Scorpius's attack, the rise and fall of the Ministry, and the zombie invasion have left many of its wooden parts burnt and withered and the brick parts scorched and ashen. Despite its tattered appearance, however, it keeps itself up pretty well.
Mr. Jacobs bought the damaged building from its previous owner, who was hiding in Drakborough out of fear of any more Dark Wizard attacks. Since he's moved in, a tiny spark of life has taken residence within the home along with its new owner. The general feel of the store is the combined aura of comfort and stagnation that usually accompanies a place where the elderly dwell.
It is cluttered everywhere with boxes upon boxes of various wands, some stacks reaching up all the way to the roof.
Some Information on the Owner
Mr. Jacobs is a man in late middle-age whose hair has turned completely gray. The man appears stout and grandfatherly, but the padding shouldn't fool anyone, he is incredibly fit from the constant pursuit of various [sometimes dangerous!] magical creatures. He keeps himself clean-shaven at all times, and is almost always seen wearing a dusty brown robe similar to an old friar's.
He is a graduate of Nostri Magi in Rome, but outside of his school years he has called Israel his home all of his life. He has traveled the wizarding world many times and has seen many strange things and produced even stranger. He is in love with wands and wandlore in general, and his greatest happiness in life is seeing a wizard or witch leave his store with the perfect wand for them.
He owns a Phoenix by the name of Ashira, who donated a feather to only one of his many wands - his own. She can be seen on occasion singing away in his store, and he will sometimes have full one-sided conversations with her. She does not stay there all of the time, however.
Mr. Jacobs has only one answer for the question of why he has left his homeland to come to the heart of the most dangerous location in the entire wizarding world - "Good for business."
If you would like a wand handcrafted by an experienced wandmaker, please, stop in! All our wands are affordable - after all, the wand chooses the wizard, not the wizard's wallet!
Jacobs' Wands is run out of a very weathered building that seems to have taken much abuse over the course of the past four years. Scorpius's attack, the rise and fall of the Ministry, and the zombie invasion have left many of its wooden parts burnt and withered and the brick parts scorched and ashen. Despite its tattered appearance, however, it keeps itself up pretty well.
Mr. Jacobs bought the damaged building from its previous owner, who was hiding in Drakborough out of fear of any more Dark Wizard attacks. Since he's moved in, a tiny spark of life has taken residence within the home along with its new owner. The general feel of the store is the combined aura of comfort and stagnation that usually accompanies a place where the elderly dwell.
It is cluttered everywhere with boxes upon boxes of various wands, some stacks reaching up all the way to the roof.
Some Information on the Owner
Mr. Jacobs is a man in late middle-age whose hair has turned completely gray. The man appears stout and grandfatherly, but the padding shouldn't fool anyone, he is incredibly fit from the constant pursuit of various [sometimes dangerous!] magical creatures. He keeps himself clean-shaven at all times, and is almost always seen wearing a dusty brown robe similar to an old friar's.
He is a graduate of Nostri Magi in Rome, but outside of his school years he has called Israel his home all of his life. He has traveled the wizarding world many times and has seen many strange things and produced even stranger. He is in love with wands and wandlore in general, and his greatest happiness in life is seeing a wizard or witch leave his store with the perfect wand for them.
He owns a Phoenix by the name of Ashira, who donated a feather to only one of his many wands - his own. She can be seen on occasion singing away in his store, and he will sometimes have full one-sided conversations with her. She does not stay there all of the time, however.
Mr. Jacobs has only one answer for the question of why he has left his homeland to come to the heart of the most dangerous location in the entire wizarding world - "Good for business."
If you would like a wand handcrafted by an experienced wandmaker, please, stop in! All our wands are affordable - after all, the wand chooses the wizard, not the wizard's wallet!