DANIELS, Alistair

[Alistair Daniels]

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Alistair Llewellyn Daniels
"Aly"

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original
YEAR: Sixth
AGE: Sixteen
DOB: May 18th,
RACE: Caucasian (British/Welsh)
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
WAND: Hawthorn, eleven inches with a chimaera scale core. A bit of an all rounder in terms of wands, as it has proven very versatile and rather powerful.
BROOM: A broom of Welsh make known as a 'Windlash'. Hickory handle with oak twigs comprising the twigs. Great wind resistance and strength- slightly less agile as a result of that.
PET: A dark coloured owl with the name of Caedric.

APPEARANCE:
Alistair has often been described as having dorky looks, but he hopes that they aren't chronic to the point of being debilitating. His understated, dark looks are certainly inherited from his Welsh father's side of the family, as his mother's features are much more striking. He's not particularly tall by Hogwarts standards, as the school seems to attract some of the tallest boys from all over the place, but his height of 5'11" doesn't exactly cast him into the dangerous territory of midgetdom. He's not given to competitive sports, as he believes they're quite demeaning and a pointless show of macho bravado, but he does take his Windlash for long flights through the rugged countryside to practice his ducking, weaving and reflexes, so as a result of that exposure he's quite tanned and muscled, though thankfully his muscle build is distributed over his body in such a way that he seems lean as opposed to stocky- something which, unfortunately, his height would invite if it were not for some miraculous intervention on the part of some fortunate genes.

He's rather indifferent of his looks, to the point that he doesn't bother with all of that terribly impractical stuff like matching of clothing, but that isn't to suggest that he dresses like some kind of homeless person. He knows what suits him- dark, neutral seeming colours that obviously don't clash. These colour choices would make anyone seem a little inconspicuous, but when Alistair wears them they somehow make him stand out, although he hasn't quite figured out if he likes or dislikes this. He has a great fondness for Converse All Stars because of their comfort, although when it comes to these his neutral colour rule applies as well. Being the kind of guy that he is, Alistair detests being forced into suits and tuxedos, but he reasons that at least they, for the most part, are dark anyway. His features aren't particularly forgettable, but they aren't compelling enough to linger in the mind for very long after an initial meeting. His hair is dark- close to being black, but not quite there yet- and often tousled into a nearly disreputable state, and depending on the time of year it varies in length.

His eyes are of a dark, and, if one were to be cliche in description, almost 'chocolate' hue, and these unfortunately fluctuate in pigmentation wildly from day to day. It's impossible to compare them to his hair, because whilst his eyes stay a general sort of brown colour, due to some kind of oddity of his they go from being light, to dark, and occasionally find a happy medium. He's got very expressive facial features, though- never is he found with a look of indifference. He has the habit, in particular, of always curling one side of his mouth up in what looks to be a slightly mocking half-smile, and this is so natural to him that it has just about taken place of the expression of neutrality which all other people seem to affect at some point or other. He does often break out in a proper smile, though, and this makes him look quite boyish and a fair bit younger than he actually is. The boy's speaking voice is rather deep, and contains only slight hints of a Welsh accent, some vestige of his upbringing.
FACE CLAIM: Sean Faris

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
Despite the slightly nerdy cloud that having a formerly Ravenclaw parent has cast over Alistair, he is, thankfully, not a book-wielding hermit by any stretch of the imagination. Granted, he does have a fondness for the written word, which should be expected given his parent's habits, but he is by no means a recluse because of this. First off, he's brilliant. Intelligence-wise, that is. He displays a fearsome aptitude for all school subjects, his only mildly weak one being History of Magic, because he finds it so absolutely and unbearably boring. That's the thing with Alistair, though. When he finds something boring, his attention span evaporates completely, and he stops listening altogether. When first meeting anyone he's generally friendly and amicable, but it's fairly obvious even from a glance that he has a bit of a sarcastic edge to him. He's tried to suppress this many times, but unfortunately it's something in the order of an impossibility for him. Sadly, he has the tendency to believe that he's right most, if not all of the time and this shows in the stubborn streak he has which his mother refers to as being a mile wide. Mulishness coupled with sarcasm makes for a very formidable combination, so he tries as hard as he can not to get himself involved in any debates.

Alistair believes in the old Latin phrase, 'pugno ad mortis', which means to fight until death. This is probably a reflection of his sheer tenacity, but thankfully for him the self-made motto only comes into effect over things that he really, desperately desires. By this it is meant that he's not some kind of freak who will argue until he turns blue in the face over who should get the last slice of cheesecake, but rather the sort of person who, once he sets a goal, will rest for nothing until that goal is achieved. This kind of determination is useful for gaining good scores for school, but he has to actively repress it when it comes to his social life, for fear of seeming like an obsessive-compulsive, anal-retentive zealot. Not that he is, anyway, but he seems to believe that he is, so he finds it prudent to hide his determination. He likes people who have some semblance of individuality, and as such displays a large amount of unique traits himself. When it comes to class, he is well behaved to an extent, but doesn't believe in the whole sitting ramrod straight and taking down notes at a hundred miles an hour thing. That's just excessive. After all, he doesn't need to study very hard to achieve good grades, and so he's very casual and laid back in just about every aspect of life. What he doesn't, like, though, are people who like nothing more than to go out of their way to prank people and cause havoc for everyone. Sure, his sense of humour is great and he can laugh and make witty remarks as well as anyone, but for some reason he thinks that people who try hard to disrupt others are childish.

Of course, on occasion, he's been known to play the joke now and then himself, but it's a matter of timing and appropriate circumstances, rather than random mischief-making. That being said, Alistair is unnaturally confident, able to throw himself into nearly any situation without a moment's thought. This, perhaps, is why he, through the years, has managed to gather a large following of friends, as well as a large number of enemies. But maybe the enemies are just a result of his sometimes intolerable cynicism. For all his intelligence and consequent ability to think logically, he's absolutely hopeless when it comes to girls. Well, no, not hopeless in the sense that he gets tongue-tied whenever one comes near him, but hopeless at reading 'signs' and 'invitations' and nearly all manner of other things concerning male-female dynamics. Unfortunately for him, though, he is a rather serious flirt sometimes, proven to be quite charming and polite, and always knowing the right thing to say through some kind of odd intuitive skill. As such, he gets more 'signs' from girls than a young man of his somewhat lacking observational skills should, but in his defence, his seeming capriciousness is completely unintentional. Surprisingly, despite his well-maintained semblance of perfect etiquette, beneath lurks a rampantly cheeky attitude which rears its head quite often, actually.

He's always the first to make some witty remark to ease an awkward situation, but when it comes to conflict, Alistair is no light-weight. He has a bit of a temper about him and is, in many ways, a free spirit. Having lived part of his life in Wales has lent him a fierce sense of independence and love for freedom, and part of this freedom lies in his speech- snarky remarks are his specialty. He's not exactly quick to anger, but when he does get riled he can forget to use speech altogether and simply resort to conveniently non-verbal physicality, although since this is a most unwelcome method of solving problems at Hogwarts he has changed his ways somewhat to allow for a more conventional approach. Unfortunately, even though he's managed to reform his ways when it comes to solving the rare problem, he still enjoys barreling into situations which are probably not too good for him. It's not to say that he doesn't bother thinking things through before doing or saying them, because he does, in great depth actually, and with surprising speed. Still, despite all this, another of his most irksome mottos is to 'do first and ask permission later', so even when he's perceived that a situation might have an adverse effect on his wellbeing, he normally does it anyway.

BOGGART: His little brother harmed in any way.
PATRONUS: Mountain Lion
HOPES FOR THE FUTURE: A job of some description in the Department of Mysteries within the Ministry. That or playing on a world-renowned Quidditch team.

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Nothing really, unless you count the fact that he's completely clueless relationship-wise to be an ability. Most people don't.
BLOOD: Half-blood
BIRTHPLACE: Wales
MY FAMILY:

Ioan Daniels - Father
Adelaide Daniels [nee. Hartford] - Mother
Caradoc Daniels - Younger Brother

WHATS IN THE PAST:
Ioan Daniels was a muggle-born Wizard fresh out of the Welsh Wizarding College when he received employment as a door-to-door salesman. It was on one of these sales errands that he met Adelaide Hartford, a young, pureblood English lady with a raging temper. She was quite irked by his attempts to sell her knives, and by the end of their first meeting he was quite afraid that the knives which he had so fervently been trying to offload onto her were going to be used on some parts of his anatomy that he would rather have kept. He left her house feeling quite disgruntled, but didn't ever really forget the location. He paid another visit a few weeks later, this time trying to sell spoons, which he thought personally were much safer. Same result, though, and after being threatened with having his eyeballs scooped out he was forced to leave again. Third time lucky? He didn't think so when he returned with forks...and was quite nervous about the possible outcomes, but after having a few of them thrown at him, Ioan perceived that Adelaide seemed to have calmed down...at least, he hoped so. Tentatively, and making sure that she had no sharp objects at hand, he asked her on a date. To which she said no. And somehow found a kitchen knife. At that point, Ioan ran.

Perseverance was, to Ioan, however, a virtue, and so he kept trying. Once he'd managed to sneak all of the kitchen utensils out of Adelaide's house she was quite friendly, when she realized that there was nothing to attack him with anymore. She agreed to go on a date with him...but prudently he decided not to take her to a restaurant. At least at a coffee shop there weren't any knives. One thing led to another and before Adelaide had a chance to sharpen her blades she was married and now known as Adelaide Daniels. All of this caused quite the scandal in both the Welsh and British pureblood communities, though, and for once in her life, Adelaide's violent temper came in handy. Once nobody who had opposed the marriage was left un-moderately-maimed, and no one else came forward with objections to the marriage, Adelaide found enough time to mellow somewhat, much to Ioan's relief. A few years later, Alistair Llewellyn Daniels was born, and this, more than anything, reinforced Adelaide's need to be calm. He had quite a free-handed childhood, spending a lot of time flying through the countryside. It really couldn't stay that way though, and the birth of his younger brother Caradoc basically confirmed that. At first Alistair was quite irked at the prospect of having to put up with someone who would steal all the attention, but as they both grew older, he assumed a kind of mentor role.

The rest of his early childhood passed with a substantial lack of event, apart from the fact that his father was promoted to an executive manager. This promotion required the family to move to England- something that Adelaide was very pleased with, but that Ioan was quite unhappy with. In the end, it was decided that it had to be done, though, and so the family, with an eight year old Alistair and four year old Caradoc in tow, moved to London. At first Alistair was dreadfully unhappy with the move, but after a couple of years, he got somewhat used to his new, but not completely different surroundings. Things were helped along by the letter that Alistair received from Hogwarts on his eleventh birthday. The knowledge that he was a wizard didn't surprise him- after all, both his parents used magic for day-to-day things and he was no stranger to it. He went to school, and found that he was quite gifted as a student, as well as being a quite diligent pupil. Not only that, though, but he made a fair deal of friends in his first year, some of whom he is still friends with today.

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RP EXAMPLE:
Nathaniel Watson's RP Example, but whatever:
Nathaniel Watson whistled a merry tune to himself as he strolled through the darkened corridors of Hogwarts. He was feeling oddly adventurous for some reason, to the point of even being disobedient of the curfew. The very thought of possibly getting a scolding from a prefect set his heart racing with exhilaration. He was, to be precise, feeling oddly rebellious ¨C which was unusual for the sixteen year old boy. Still, he supposed that a little bit of a rule-breaking streak was bound to have come sooner or later.

Not that he wasn¡¯t being cautious or anything. In fact, to be doubly sure that his perfect record wouldn¡¯t be tarnished, Nate had assumed the form of a rather irksome adversary, thereby ensuring that if he got caught the thrill would be doubly satisfying. He was feeling clever, but then again that wasn¡¯t unusual for him, unlike everything else he was doing tonight. Why was he wandering the halls in the dark of night on purpose? He honestly had no idea. Perhaps he was losing his mind, or something else equally intriguing. Needless to say, he was having fun, and having fun wasn¡¯t a sin, was it? Maybe he was just finally living up to his middle-name sake.

When he heard muffled sounds, however, any traces of bravado he¡¯d been feeling evaporated and he dashed over to a convenient suit of armor and hid behind it, trying to control his breathing and remain calm ¨C something he was proud to recall he managed well. He wasn¡¯t sure to be relieved or even more frightened when he saw that the source of the sounds was, indeed, one of Hogwarts¡¯ resident ghosts. The figure of ectoplasm seemed to be pretty pre-occupied though, gliding along with one head tilted laconically to the side, muttering in gibberish. Poor thing. If it wasn¡¯t dead already, Nate would have considered putting it out of its misery.

Well. ¡®Considered¡¯ meaning that he would have thought briefly about the option then dismissed it as being far too irrational, before discarding the thought on his imaginary pile of useless thoughts, which was, for some reason, many times larger than his imaginary pile of useful thoughts. When the ghost had passed by Nathaniel decided to go and visit his pesky and constantly hooting owl, Nicola, and hoped that this time she wouldn¡¯t try to bite his finger off when he tried to pat her head. Miracles could only happen.
ANSWER: Ugh, the entire book was shocking. Catch my drift? xD
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