Post by malcolm octavian baddock on Nov 4, 2010 15:15:08 GMT 10
MALCOLM OCTAVIAN BADDOCK
NAME ;; Malcom Octavian Baddock
NICKNAMES ;; Colm, Mo, anything else you’d have to ask him.
AGE ;; 16
DATE OF BIRTH ;; May 26th, 1983
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Pureblood, Caucasian
YEAR ;; Sixth
HOUSE ;; Slytherin
OCCUPATION ;; Student, prefect
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Straight
PLAY-BY ;; Shia Lebouf
MALCOLM is ;;
--- EASY-GOING ;; Malcolm is never one to be uptight. He likes to look at life from almost an immature childish perspective. The day he was sorted, he had a look about him that suggested he knew not the reputation Slytherin had. He knew the reputation all too well, he just never let silly little things such as that worry him. With such an easy-going prefect around, the students he has catches outside of curfew, usually tend to get off with just a subtle warning. Not a procrastinator, he tends to rarely let homework get him ruffled though, as it’s usually the last thing on his mind. Testing and scores, tend to be better for him simply because Malcolm has never heard of such a thing as a case of nerves. He just lets things in one ear and out the other. Malcolm tends to let things slide, accept when it comes to confrontation. That however is another trait for another day.
--- VAIN ;; Malcolm is extremely vain. If one could be convicted of vanity and sent to Azkaban, Malcolm would certainly be the first prisoner to go with a life sentence. Graced with good looks, Malcolm has always noticed he is more appealing then most men. However he has taken this vanity to a whole new level. Some take vanity as a skill to which perfect, he however has elevated himself in his own mind to a god-like status. With his vanity, he assumes every girl wants him, which though most girls do however want him, the case cannot be said for all. Vanity and pride are slytherin traits, and it’s no wonder with a vain personality like his that the sorting hat placed him in slytherin.
--- ATHLETIC ;; Malcolm is very athletic, a star Quidditch player since his fourth year, he’s played chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team and as such has a heightened physique. Not only does he participate in Quidditch , he is known for taking brisk jogs all around Hogwarts preferably in the morning, when the ladies are just starting to prowl the castle. Malcolm is an avid hunter as well, and has a speed and quickness which only a seasoned athlete could have. All this compared, makes him a formidable opponent both on the field and off it.
MALCOLM'S patronus is a ;; A Black Wolf
MALCOLM'S boggart takes the form of ;; The fire that killed his mother and father, started by the Dark Lord Voldemort when they refused to join him.
MALCOLM adores ;; Quidditch, Food, Girls, Obscure Books, Supernatural Phenomanon, The Irish team, Cats, Wolves, Transfiguration, and Potions.
MALCOLM abhors ;; Deatheaters, History of Magic, Muggle Studies, Divination, Old Brooms, The Bulgarian Team, Fire, The Dark, Small spaces, and Trelawney.
Malcolm Baddock was born to two irish native purebloods, Octavian and Tara Baddock of Tinworth during the end of Voldemort’s campaign. In 1981, the dark lord was defeated, two years later Malcolm was born. He was born on a rainy day exactly at midnight on May 26th, 1983. His parents like most had looked upon their son in wonder and amazement. Malcolm grew up in a home where he was loved and looked after, never lacking anything as his family was well off. His father worked for the Ministry of Magic, in the Magical Law Enforcement office, his mother owned a small tavern in Tinworth where she spent most of the days. Malcolm however spent most his days either visiting the tavern, or playing side-along Quidditch with the neighborhood wizarding kids in the paddock not too far from the edge of the woods, the end boundary of his home. He lived in a large Cottage at the edge of the woods.
Malcolm started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in 1994. He was promptly selected for Slytherin house, and quite looked as though he was far too easy-going to be placed in that house. He was a favorite of teachers, as he began his first year in school. Potions and Transfiguration being his favorite classes, and areas where he could excel. Unlike the rest of his pureblood housemates, Malcolm had been raised to not discriminate and the only reason he was placed in Slytherin was because of his status as a pureblood, being sly and cunning, and ambitious, no bigotry involved. Unless you counted his extraordinarily large ego and vanity. However, Malcolm was one of the few Slytherins to raise his goblet to Cedric’s memory.
In 1995 he started his second year, during the Height of the Second Wizarding War, except this year Voldemort was keeping quiet. His father working in the ministry was one of the few wise to the fact that Voldemort was indeed back. Malcolm went to school on alert, being extremely cautious that year as he made a new friend from another house, a Muggleborn girl in Ravenclaw. The year was primarily uneventful.
The summer of 1996 would be the worst year of Malcolm’s life. He came home from school to find his home on fire, a Dark Mark lingering over it, as Voldemort came to recruit and his mother and father denied his offer. According to the reports in the Daily Prophet, The Dark Lord has stunned his family and merely let them to die in a burning home. Both his parents were killed and no one was quite sure as to whether Voldemort himself had a direct hand in the murders. He soon began living with his aunt Maggie Baddock, who was unwed and a shopkeep, she also happened to be a loveable lady who was his godmother as well, and who simply adored him. His parents luckily had set up their accounts, and he alone was the last of the Baddock family line, at least the last heir to the family fortune. He started his third year taking Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and soon switched over from Divination to Muggle Studies and finally to Care of Magical Creatures, after doing miserably in Divination and Muggle Studies.
His fourth year was spent bitterly, as he decided never would he become a death eater and destroy his father’s memory as such. This put him at odds with the rest of his house who were primarily Voldemort supporters. He snuck back in for the final battle and fought alongside the rest of Hogwarts in order to see for himself the murderer or at least the one who gave orders for his parents’ deaths be slaughtered himself.
His Fifth year, he was a made a prefect, however no matter that Voldemort was gone, he could not get over the bitterness and emptiness that was the grief that fueled the fire within him. This was the year that he decided he was going to step it up in school for his O.W.L.S so that he could become an Auror and stop others out there who were dark and taking the lives of the innocent. He still had two more years to go.
Malcolm woke up to the sound of a clock chiming from down the stairs, his aunt’s old monstrosity he figured. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he got dressed in some blue jeans and a faded flannel shirt. His feet padded along the cobbled manor floor of the Baddock Manor in which his aunt lived. His blue eyes looked around towards the outside, it was still dark out. Oh well, it was a good as any a time to be up, he thought cheerfully. He went down the stairs and the summer’s heat staying out of the nice cold Manor. With amusement he took a seat at the breakfast table helping himself to a spot of toast. It was time for a morning jog. Grabbing a satchel of books off the floor he draped it over his shoulder, running around the perimeter of their wards. He took a breather for a few seconds having beat his old time in record speed. He still had some summer homework to get to, he had been doing a little bit each day so they would better then what he usually spit out when he was in one of these moods. He was remembering of course, today was the day his parents had died. He needed to get his mind off this, but despite the war being over, and Voldemort gone, it still wouldn’t bring them back. His father, who had been a hard man but a very loving and proud father had been an auror before he got one of the lead positions in the Magical Law Enforcement office, being simply older then he was once upon a time. It was in his father’s memory that he agreed after school he’d take his exams to become an Auror. He had to stay in shape till then. He walked back into the house to get a headstart on his Potions homework.
Malcolm spent a little bit of time studying before a barn owl, tawny, tapped on his window. It looked something of a school owl. Sure enough it was an early supplies list, and his O.W.L’s results. He opened it in a bit of a dread. What if this was the end of his career choices? He opened it with trepidation.
Astronomy: E
Care of Magical Creatures: O
Charms: E
Defense Against the Dark Arts: O
Ancient Runes: E
Herbology: E
History of Magic: A
Potions: E
Transfiguration: O
Arithmancy: E
He wiped his brow. Whew, he had been worrying for nothing. It probably wasn’t Hermione Granger perfect, which was the new standard by which Hogwarts students, suggested being above perfect. But still, he had nothing lower then an A, and he had gotten all the courses he need. Now just to write his Muggleborn friend before the day was up to compare. He was sure the Ravenclaw would have O’s on everything. She was in Ravenclaw afterall.
Hey there! I'm C-A-N-D-I-C-E. I'm 19, 20 in less then a month, and I've been been role playing for 12 yrs+. I found LMCI by following the white rabbit *coughs* Dodi *coughs* through the rabbit‘s hole. My favorite Harry Potter is number 6.
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