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DAEDALUS ARCTURUS PROMETHEUS D’EATH
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INTRODUCTION
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    FULL NAME: Daedalus Arcturus Prometheus D’Eath

    NICKNAMES: Dae.

    BIRTHDAY: January 20th 2009.

    AGE: Sixteen.

    ALLEGIANCE: Neutral.

    HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin.

    CLASSES: Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfiguration.

    WAND: White Pine, Imp Eggs core, 13¾ inches, Yielding.

    PLAY BY: Eddie Redmayne.



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APPEARANCE
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    HAIR COLOUR: Ginger Mousy brown.
    Daedalus’ father, Cillian, has a dark mop of hair similar to that of Lorcan’s, his brother. By comparison, his mother, Aoife, is very fair and a bright blonde which has mixed somewhat catastrophically for dear Daedalus who rather appears to be in a spot of bother when it comes to hair colour. Of course he claims anything other than the truth but, unfortunately, whether he likes it or not he is rather ginger. Daedalus finds the tinge rather unsightly as he is near-constantly connected to the Weasleys as a result of the unpleasant colour. It is because of this connection that Daedalus rather foolishly claims that his hair is a mousy brown, which he does, just about, get away with. Despite the colour though, he has a thick head of hair which anyone should be proud of and in the sun, it bleaches, turning into a more golden, coppery red than the slightly brighter shade he’s regrettably used to.

    EYE COLOUR: Amber.
    While his siblings have a mixture of dark brown or blue eyes, Daedalus’ eyes are a mixture of the two, the blue lightening the brown so it is somewhere in the middle, close to a copper colour but paler and almost vacant looking. His gaze is never fixed on someone; it is only ever moving or blankly glaring into nothingness. Daedalus does not like to meet the gaze of those he is talking to with his own irises. His irises are very small, framed by swirling, coppery pools that are often a mixture of the different colours his genes have supplied him with. His eyes are hooded quite well by his brow bone but they are also quite deep set into his head. It gives him quite a brooding look and his overhanging, thick, dark eyebrows add to this idea. His eyes are, however, framed gently by delicate lashes which are quite long for a male but not ridiculously so to the point of embarrassment. He has quite nice eyes, really.

    HEIGHT: 5’11
    Perhaps the only thing he’s got going for him, Daedalus is just short of six foot, standing at five foot and eleven inches. But he is as a result very gangly and out of proportion – perhaps just a side-effect of not quite being fully grown but it is irritating for Daedalus who prides himself on his appearance and to look odd or disproportioned as a great frustration for him. He’s all leg though, Daedalus. He has an unusually short torso for someone so tall and has often been compared to someone who has been put on a medieval torture device called the Rack which was only attached to his legs so while his legs were stretched, his arms and therefore his torso was not.

    BODY TYPE:
    As mentioned, Daedalus is a rather gangly, disproportioned individual. You, the reader, must understand that this is a great embarrassment for him. It is as a result of his height and childhood ill health that has seen him become rather sickly in appearance. His skin colour is very sallow, peppered with freckles, and his skin has an uncomfortably habit of bruising. Now this delicacy on such a tall, otherwise quite well built young man might sound strange if you were not already privy to his health – or lack thereof. The height is something Daedalus is proud of but the body type, certainly not as much. The scrawny, muscle-less torso is nothing to be proud of – this he maintains – but despite this, he does nothing to improve it, he simply leaves it. On more productive-thinking days, he might consider doing more sport that requires the growth of muscle matter but most of the time, he leaves it, with no desire to improve himself. He merely dresses himself up well, to hide what he believes to be ‘horrors’ beneath.

    MANNERISMS:
    There is something very lazy and dismissive about Daedalus’ mannerisms. He is not one for grand gesticulations but instead, small flicks of the wrist. He has a tendency to slouch when sitting and enjoys putting his legs up on surfaces while letting his hands rest on the arms of whichever chair he is sat in – his usual preference is a soft armchair. When standing, Daedalus leans to his left and often prefers to rest his weight against a surface. Daedalus has the belief that anything that can just as easily be done sitting down is not worth being done standing up. His body language most often betrays his impatience and despite his fairly good upbringing, his posture is rather atrocious. He will stand up straight rarely and only does so if he is around his father or other more senior family members. His mother has long since given up reprimanding him for it. Daedalus has this odd habit of crossing and uncrossing his legs, particularly down at his ankles. He has also developed this habit of clicking for people, especially his subordinates. What can I say? He’s rude, he feels he’s entitled and he’s certainly not about to change.

    BLEMISHES & BODY MODIFICATIONS:
    During his childhood, together with this mother Daedalus embarked on many travels at the expense of his father who would pay for them to travel Europe and the wider world. It was during one of these travels that Daedalus, as a boy of perhaps no more than eight or nine, encountered a werewolf that was most definitely not in his human form. Of course, Daedalus would later find out that the werewolf in question had been an associate of his mother’s, a man who was later sentenced to life in Azkaban and traded that sentence five years into serving it for the Dementor’s Kiss. The event is not one that Daedalus can easily recall though he remembers running at speeds he did not think his legs could ever carry him to. Of course, naturally, the wolf was faster. It caught Daedalus across his back with its paw before it was stunned and dealt with appropriately.

    Carved into his back during the full moon, they are scars that have never healed across Daedalus’ back. More potions and ointments have been applied to the wounds than he can recall but despite this, the wounds have stubbornly refused to close up and remain to this day red raw despite no longer really hurting him until the full moon is upon him, when the wounds seem to call for the man that made them. It is, to Daedalus and to many of those privy to the scars, a great, hideous mess and so he is nearly always wearing shirts that cover the whole of his back. Never can he wear anything sleeveless or, heaven forbid, topless. He has been informed he is to keep them from view lest he wish to sully the family name any more than he already has and Daedalus does so somewhat begrudgingly though also for his own benefit. He doesn’t want anyone to know he’s had a brush with a werewolf. He’d rather die before anyone found out about that and as it is, he might well get his wish.

    Another scar can be found can be found on his collar bone, left over from the night he’d rather forget. See “Dementor” for more information.

    One of the lighter blemishes are the freckles that seem to cover every inch of his body. He is an incredibly fair young man and to him the freckles somewhat act like a protective layer atop, or, rather, beneath, his skin. It gives him a slightly tanned hue – something which is utterly unattainable for him. He burns. That’s all he does. Five minutes out in the sun and Daedalus will come back in reddened on every patch of skin that was revealed to the sunlight. He finds the freckles rather interesting, finding enough in abundance across his skin to play dot-to-dot occasionally.

    Another little blemish is a recurring one but recur in abundance and when he is errant with the way he handles himself. Daedalus gets bruises across his skin in different places. Some are a rush of blood to a knocked surface, others are pooling magic that often need to be drained by a Healer who is later obliviated by his father if they persist longer than a few days. Magic that has escaped from his core and is not controlled as it courses through its body. Often, as it is new, unrefined bursts of magic, it finds itself unable to enter into different areas of the body – for example, the torso via the shoulder from the left arm – it’ll stop and pool, creating a bruise that is more of a bright blue than it is the deep purple most bruises appear as.

    The fear of embarrassment from loud-mouth Healers telling the world their secrets long ago forced the D’Eath’s to go to Muggle doctors for help on matters concerning their youngest son. It is for this reason that if one was to look at Daedalus’ teeth; they would find many fillings which are the result of his insatiable sweet tooth. He also has to wear a pair of glasses in order to read as he was long-sighted, or recognised to be, form the age of five. Both of these he tries and often fails, to disguise. Of the two, though, the glasses are the ones he’s most fond of.



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PERSONALITY
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    TRAITS:
    001. Fearful.
    002. Impatient.
    003. Aloof.
    004. Callous.
    005. Persevering.
    006. Ungenerous.
    007. Charismatic.
    008. Pretentious.
    009. Proud.
    010. Self-Reliant.
    011. Dishonest.
    012. Realistic.
    013. Compulsive liar.
    014. Spendthrift.
    015. Vindictive.
    016. Perfectionist.
    017. Fast Learner.
    018. Surly.
    019. Witty.
    020. Malicious.
    021. Quick-thinking.
    022. Impulsive.
    023. Materialistic.
    024. Selfish.
    025. Decisive.
    026. Brooding.
    027. Spiteful.
    028. Manipulative.
    029. Intelligent.
    030. Uncommitted.

    CHARACTER LIKES:
    001. The jingle of coins in his pocket.
    002. Summer.
    003. Art.
    004. Italy.
    005. Knowledge.
    006. Debates.
    007. Women – specifically: their legs.
    008. Challenges.
    009. Fresh fruit.
    010. Research into magic.
    011. Yachts.
    012. Reading.
    013. Sunrise.
    014. Water
    015. Travelling.
    016. Breeze that comes off of the sea.
    017. Animals.
    018. Sketching.
    019. Organisation.
    020. Sports.

    CHARACTER DISLIKES:
    001. Winter.
    002. Imbeciles.
    003. Meat.
    004. Poverty.
    005. Thunderstorms.
    006. Clutter.
    007. Muggles and their “Magical” spawn.
    008. Ignorance.
    009. Being ignored.
    010. Authority figures.
    011. Rain.
    012. His brothers.
    013. His father’s disappointment.
    014. Squibs.
    015. Poor dressers.
    016. Snow.
    017. Hospitals.
    018. Muggle literature.
    019. Recklessness.
    020. Werewolves.

    GOALS:
    001. Impress his father.
    002. Travel the rest of the world, beyond Europe.
    003. Find himself a pretty wife with an even prettier dowry.
    004. Join the Ministry of Magic.
    005. Pass all of his Ordinary Wizarding Examination subjects.
    006. Become completely self-reliant.
    007. Enjoy more of the finer things in life.
    008. Own a successful business.
    009. Understand the finer points of Dark Magic.
    010. Explore the Death Chamber in the Department of Mysteries.

    QUIRKS:
    001. Chews on his inner-cheek.
    002. Cracks his knuckles.
    003. Drums his fingers against glasses as he drinks from them.
    004. Carries a rare Galleon printed during the reign of Voldemort in the late 1990s with him everywhere.
    005. Prefers brunettes over blondes but he’ll settle if he has to.
    006. Bites the arm of his glasses if he’s taken them off.
    007. Takes his shoes off when sat down.
    008. Only drinks black coffee – no milk, no sugar thank you very much.
    009. Adores the smell of freshly drawn blood.
    010. Has a piece of royal blue silk wrapped around his left hand, kept there by the D’Eath crest which acts as a clasp.

    BOGGART: When a Boggart appears before Daedalus it takes the shape of his mother in youth. He is forced to stand there and observe her heartbreaking beauty, her snow-white skin, her rogue red lips and her ebony coloured hair. He will hesitantly meet her dark, endless stare and always feels the same tremor dance up his spine at the way she blinks, closing her eyelids over her eyes only to open them once more to look upon him. But then, she bleeds. A line of crimson appears on the inner side of her arm and travels down towards her wrist, coating it red. And then, suddenly, she’s covered, a frame made entirely of blood, of red. And when she falls, he’s powerless to save her. His Boggart, in short, is the death of his beloved mother.

    PATRONUS: The strongest memory Daedalus has, and the one that will enable him in time to cast a Patronus is an evening in a September far warmer than he was used to, in a small boat with his mother as they ambled down the Somme river in France. He was perhaps no more than ten, when they were heading back to England having been on the continent for at least three months. It had been a blistering summer, one he can still feel on his skin should think of it enough. September had yet to shake off the grip of summer and so as they made their way down the river, the pace was that which allowed Daedalus to fish for newts, of which he caught eleven. The man who was guiding the boat promised the boy a Galleon for every newt he caught. As they disembarked, the man gave him not eleven Galleons but twenty and it is a memory that has stuck in his mind for the longest time. It was the feeling of money in his hand that he had not previously been able to handle. It was the feeling of a job well done even though he’d cheated with many of the newts actually being tadpoles – though how the man did not notice, Daedalus still cannot work out.

    DEMENTOR: Amaris is not the only one privy to their father’s indiscretions, except she overheard – Daedalus was not given the option of walking away like she did. He happened across his mother in the aftermath when she had expelled her husband from the study where they had quarrelled. Absorbed in his books upstairs, Daedalus had not overheard them and gone to explore as Amaris did, though he passed her on the stairs, confused by her distress but not worried enough by it to inquire as to what had happened. With his book in hand, his thumb placed between the pages he had kept to question his mother about, Daedalus opened the door of the study only to have a scotch decanter thrown at him with surprising force. Daedalus only just managed to duck in time, just. The bottle connected with the doorframe, showering a mixture of glass and the alcohol over him, leaving him sticky and bleeding. To this day, a scar is etched across his collarbone from where a piece of glass slipped beneath the collar of his robes. She was immediately full of remorse but Daedalus was shocked into silence with no clue as to the appropriate reaction. He remained silence as she pealed his dripping clothes from his body and conjured a bathtub into which she had the House Elves pour piping hot water. Then she healed him the Muggle way as she knew little in the way of Healing magic and refused to admit to a Healer the true events that caused him his injuries -- using cloths, alcohol and strips of fabric she called bandages. Daedalus, even now, cannot properly recall what was more horrifying – the cuts or the subsequent torture of treatment.

    VERITASERUM: The run-in he had with the Werewolf in Italy left him with a taste for red meat but it has also made his lust for blood all the more strong. The scratches ache as the full moon grows ever closer and the need for blood is magnified. He still is not sure to this day how to deal with either of the symptoms and he tries his hardest to keep both from his mother, applying creams and potions to the scratches and keeping as far away from meat as possible. It is not something he succeeds well in and there have been a few issues with the blood lust in particular that even Blood-Pops cannot remedy. Though Daedalus knows his mother would do whatever it took to get him what he needed, he has no intention to worry her with this subject. It’s something he feels is best kept close to the chest.

    MIRROR OF ERISED: Being wholly aware of your own burdening mortality, getting on with your life like a normal person is not something easily done. The subject is not something easily put to the back of his mind. He wants to live without pretence. That’s all he wants. He wants to be able to live his life with real goals, with a real understanding of the world under his belt. He wants to live as others have lived before him and die as a fiend or an infamous cad instead of a broken, battered, patient. He doesn’t want to pretend to be alive, healthy and able magically. He actually wants to be all of the above.

    AMORTENTIA: Salty sea air, Chocolate, Freshly cut grass, Beetroot.

    HOBBIES:
  • Polo.
  • Drawing.
  • Shooting.
  • Bird watching.
  • Woodwork.
  • Writing.
  • Reading.
  • Swimming.
  • Golf.
  • Billiards.

    MAGICAL APTITUDE: The product of centuries of inbreeding amongst Pureblood families and a near-fatal mix of vampire blood, Daedalus is half the wizard he should have been. Throughout her pregnancy, Daedalus’ mother Aoife displayed magic readings far lower than what was to be expected for a witch pregnant with magical offspring. At birth, he had 5% of the average magical density for every litre of blood – leaving him with 90% less magical activity in his core and blood than the average wizard who would hold a blood percentage of 95 while a witch would hang back a percentage or two between 90-93%. He was born with a magical deficiency, a defect that altered the way his magic would develop and form, something which was not picked up on until a few years into his life, just before his third birthday.

    In the simplest of terms, Daedalus is as close to a Squib as any wizard can possibly go – or at least, one of the few on record that are as close as any wizard can get to becoming a Squib. He is the fourth on record, the first being a witch called Elizabeth Shaw in the 1700s who was forced, tragically, into living as a Muggle though in the end caused the deaths of just under one-hundred people during a derby race as a result of her underdeveloped magical core exploding in what Healers now call a ‘Core Expulsion’ which often happens to Muggleborns as their core develops into one that can be honed and trained in order to use magic effectively. Daedalus was born in a time where, though it was still a taboo to have a child with such a defect, he could receive help and training in order to gain some sort of magical aptitude, even if he was destined to struggle with it.

    But he never did.

    Understandably devastated by the news, his mother’s reaction was one to be expected. However, more than anything else she was embarrassed and ashamed to have produced what her husband called a ‘failure’ of a son. At the time of the discovery, Cillian was said to me immensely glad to have two more, healthier sons to praise and care about. It was for that reason that he did not act on the advice of the later Obliviated healer that attended Daedalus. No, instead he left the boy be and instead financed trips around the world so that he could enjoy life before the inevitable happened.

    You see, really what it is, is a slowed version of the rapid magical acceleration that goes on with all the normal growth that a child experiences in the womb. However, in the case of Daedalus and the others afflicted with the same defect, that was skipped on and it is something that is caught up later in life. Instead of becoming a burst of enabling magic though, it’s poisonous. It is not a ‘burst’ either, unfortunately. The acceleration will kick in just before magical maturity and the patient will be weakened, the core attacking his organs until it winds into his heart. The process begins externally, with the fingers stiffening and going blue with the lack of blood. Even so much as a tap will rip the limbs from his hand and then inside, much of the same happens. Only, when the first organ is crystallised or frozen for lack of better terms, it explodes of its own accord, each shard carrying more of the magic through his body and enabling a wide-spread effect.

    Cillian, yes, is awaiting the day he can bury his shoddy excuse for a son and as a result has funded his childhood in the form of round-the-world trips with his mother, as well as dealing with the horrendous expenses that come with a child whose magic runs through his veins as poison.

    GENERAL PERSONALITY: See Here


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FAMILY & POSSESSIONS
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    FATHER: Cillian D’Eath.

    MOTHER: Aoife D’Eath née Ulysses.

    SIBLING(S):
  • Lucifer D’Eath, Twenty-Two.
  • Amaris D’Eath, Seventeen.

    OTHER:
  • Lorcan D’Eath – Uncle.
  • Alistair D’Eath – Cousin.
  • Alexis D’Eath – Cousin.
  • Lillian D’Eath – Cousin.
  • Damien D’Eath – Cousin.
  • Damitrius D’Eath – Cousin.

    BLOOD STATUS: Tainted Blood

    RACE: Half-Vampire.

    SOCIAL STATUS: Higher Middle Class – Lower Upper Class.

    NATIONALITY: English.

    HOMETOWN/RESIDENCE: D'Eath Manor.

    PET(S):
  • Edmund Christian D’Eath, Earl of Whittingdown
  • Oriana, Lady of the Manor.

    BROOMSTICK(S):
  • Nimbus 2020
  • Firebolt 2010

    OTHER POSSESSIONS:
  • Silver plated cigarette case.
  • Gold-chained pocket watch.
  • A single pair of glasses.



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CHARACTER HISTORY
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    Early Years:
    The bluster of winter was reluctant to shed itself from the first months of the New Year. As January dawned, the snow still laid stubbornly over the earth, blanketing the cities and countryside in white, masking the skylines and warding off the spring that was desperate to burst through out of the grown. The trees were still naked, the leaves having long since been buried by the oppressive weather. It was a January that would bring delight to the D’Eath household, a January that saw the birth of Cillian and Aoife’s youngest child, a baby boy who they named Daedalus Arcturus Prometheus D’Eath. He had gone to term - in fact, he had gone over time, remaining inside his mother for two weeks past his due date before Healers intervened – but despite this he was still slightly below what one would take as a ‘healthy’ birth weight. Thankfully that did not affect much, though. He was born with all ten fingers and toes and a dark mop of hair on his head before it lightened to the hue he has now.

    The pre-labour practise that Aoife indulged in was something she did with all of her children, not just Daedalus. In the closing weeks of her pregnancy she took to her rooms in D’Eath manor, closing them off to all males in the household that she could be alone and could prepare for labour. Her confinement was a practise that would now be considered archaic and misogynistic of her husband to expect such a thing of his wife. However, it was a very fashionable thing for Pureblood women to indulge in and not something Aoife was going to go without trying out. So it was there that she remained with only midwives to attend her and as it was, Daedalus remained inside of her without hinting anything with regards to labour for two weeks past his due-date. It was only then that Healers were called to intervene and did so, imposing a rather long labour on Aoife which ended with the birth of her son who was, much to their bemusement, slightly below a healthy birth weight – foreshadowing, perhaps, to the events to come.

    The birth of Cillian’s third son was met with celebration amongst family members. However, no one saw the boy or his mother until a few days later when she finally emerged from her chambers so that he could be presented to the world and Christened in accordance with her beliefs which Cillian always had a habit of doubting but adhered to none the less to keep her sweet. The boy was met with delight from those that came to see him and he was passed from one set of arms to another until he was prized out of his great-aunt’s arms and placed back into his mother’s. Her protectiveness over him was instinctive, something she did not have with as much fervour with her other children. Another example of foreshadowing, perhaps? Oh, most definitely. It was because of this protectiveness that Cillian and Aoife often quarrelled in the wake of their youngest son’s birth. She seemed to forget her other children and it was something she could not explain to Cillian and she certainly had no sudden desire to pay attention to them. Cillian, of course, had to eventually put his foot down. He placed Daedalus in the care of a wet nurse and demanded Aoife spend time with the others, something she had to eventually, albeit reluctantly, adhere to.

    Cillian’s efforts to distance mother from son were successful and his first years of life were spent under the watchful, hawk eyes of a wet nurse named Mary Rumpington who noticed immediately that deathly cold spring morning in April, bruising on the boy’s stomach and chest when she was dressing him. She was quite forceful with the often petulant child, this she would admit, but she’d never struck him on his body – a sharp clip round the ear usually got him back in line. However, these bruises were not like anything she’d seen before. They were not the plum purple to which she was used to. No, instead they were a bright blue, similar to the colour of the sky, and as she pressed her fingers gently against them, no more than a second-long touch, the boy howled with misery. She alerted the family Healer almost immediately much to Cillian’s later horror and the boy was diagnosed on the spot, upon the Healer setting his eye to the bruises.

    It was declared that afternoon: the boy was dying. Aoife refused to believe it, understandably in denial, the eventual death of her youngest son too much for her to cope with. But this denial turned to fury, fury directed at the wet nurse whom she promptly sacked later that evening and expelled from the house regardless of Cillian’s efforts to prevent it.

    Cillian had never been particularly impressed with his son. Daedalus was rather behind his siblings when it came to development. It was not something he could afford to be considering the aspiring family from which he came. It was because of this that Cillian grew rather impatient with the boy, making the decision to hand him over to the wet nurse even easier for him and any time his mother made to form a relationship with him, Cillian was quick to remind her of her place. However, when he was diagnosed, Cillian’s resolve crumbled and he allowed Aoife her time with the boy while increasingly distancing himself from him. He instead focused on their elder, healthier children, while funding whatever adventures Aoife wanted to take the boy on; and thus, the travelling began.

    With his mother, Daedalus saw everything the world had to offer him. Together they saw Europe and beyond, experiencing the culture and everything that came with it. However, his ill-health that was a side-effect of his magical defect meant that many days were spent in bed, recovering from the activities of the day before. His ill-health often resulted in visits from a Healer and it was just before his sixth birthday that they informed Cillian and Aoife in more detail about how his magic was going to affect him in terms of his ability to produce it and use it. In short, he’d either struggle or wouldn’t be able to do it period. For Aoife that was insult to injury and it was at that point that Cillian completely washed his hands with his son, leaving his wife to look after the boy.

    Things changed, though, when Daedalus received his Hogwarts letter. It was a statement, proof to the family that he had enough magic within him to warrant a placement. Immediately, his mother swept him back into Europe from the hospital - where he was being treated at the time for minor magical bruising – and she purchased him the best of the best in terms of articles for school in order for him to be as comfortable as possible. She also made sure that there was a Healer on hand for him at the school should he need it and reluctantly, she let her boy loose from the nest, his father exhaling with relief once all of his children were gone on that – to him – wonderful September 1st.

    Hogwarts Years:
    Hogwarts was not something Daedalus would have to attend alone. As he made his way down the platform, his hand tucked in the crook of his mother’s arm, his cheeks coloured red with embarrassment at that, he noticed he was not alone – that he had cousins there also boarding the train for the first, second, third, fourth, etcetera times. He was reassured to find that his family would still be around him, even if his mother was not. What he did not expect was utter contempt from his elder brothers who did their best to ignore him. Only his sister really spoke to him and that truly upset Daedalus who wanted to at least truly get to know the brothers he had not been around much during his childhood. But he’d soon find that contempt would find him in many forms while at Hogwarts so it was no wonder his personality flourished as it did. He was sorted into Slytherin, also - which could only exacerbate matters further.

    During his first two or three years at Hogwarts, Daedalus struggled to make friends, sticking instead to his family members who either merely tolerated his presence or refused to be seen with him entirely. Daedalus became rather bitter about this and instead of wallowing in self-pity, came to the conclusion that he was too good for friends and so shut out anyone who tried to make a tentative step towards befriending him. It was because of this that Daedalus ended up spending quite large amount of time in the grounds, particularly the Quidditch pitch where he would watch the practising teams wondering whether he’d ever be able to join. Of course, that would never be the case but he wanted to. He couldn’t fly as they instructor had never been allowed to teach him. He had brooms he could never fly but were instead mounted on the wall in his home.

    His time was mostly spent studying, wandering the grounds and visiting the Hospital Wing. As he aged, the recurring bruises became more frequent and larger and more painful. It was his studying that got him his O.W.L results. Though it was noted that he struggled in the practical aspects of the lessons, he was given the benefit of the doubt due to his exceptional performance in the written exam. He was for that reason issued inflated marks which would have reflected his practical aptitude had his magic been like his siblings’.

    Ordinary Wizarding Level
    Mr. Daedalus A. P. D'Eath has recieved:

    Outstanding
    Ancient Runes

    Exceeds Expectations
    Astronomy

    Exceeds Expectations
    Care of Magical Creatures

    Outstanding
    Charms

    Outstanding
    Defence Against the Dark Arts

    Acceptable
    Herbology

    Exceeds Expectations
    Potions

    Daedalus now enters his sixth year with a mind to live to see his N.E.W.T results. He has a set of goals he wants to complete and he’s hell bent on proving his worth. Time is running out, he realises. Why waste what time he has left? He’s got his mind set on the year ahead and he intends on making it the most explosive ever.



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BEHIND THE CHARACTER
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    YOUR NAME: Amy.

    RP EXPERIENCE: Nearly three years, can you believe it? See here

    HOW YOU FOUND US: Affiliates from another site.

    OTHER CHARACTERS: Elijah Krum, Athena Goyle, Maia Papadopoulos, Helene Delacour, Melissa Finnigan, Cerelia Avery, Ariel Greyback, Alistair D’Eath.

    PURPOSE OF CHARACTER: I am in need of another young gentleman as the ladies by far out-weigh them. Also, Darren has requested the creation of students so in order to both do that and balance out my lady-gentleman ratio and students-graduates ratio, I’ve decided to create one.

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Post by Jaquellene Jack Dyllan Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:19 pm

DIBS.
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Post by Elijah Krum Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:29 pm

ON WHAT?!

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Post by Jaquellene Jack Dyllan Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:31 pm

On Daedalus. We will RP. FOREVER.
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Post by Elijah Krum Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:32 pm

DEAL, JACKLES. DEAL. :3

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Post by Jaquellene Jack Dyllan Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:33 pm

I WIN! -battle cry-
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Number of posts : 10287
Special Abilities : Occlumency
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Post by Damien D'Eath Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:35 pm

DAEKLES! *ships*
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Post by Matthew Lestrange Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:38 pm

DO PEOPLE NOT LIKE LESTRANGE'S OR WHAT?

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Post by Elijah Krum Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:39 pm

NO! LESTRANGES SMELL!

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Post by Matthew Lestrange Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:41 pm

I AM OFFENDED!

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