DELANEY, marlon cooper

[MARLON COOPER DELANEY]

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I NEED ANOTHER STORY,

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something to get off my chest
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MARLON COOPER DELANEY[/center]

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MY LIFE GETS KINDA BORING,

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need something that i can confess
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[/B] Marlon Cooper Delaney

NICKNAMES: Marles, Marlie, Lonny

AGE: Fifteen

D.O.B.: February 22

WAND TYPE: Ash, 11 3/4”, Unicorn Tail Hair

HOUSE: Slytherin; Hufflepuff; Ravenclaw; Gryffindor

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Seer
More often, he Sees bits of the past; and on very rare occasions, he Sees the future (usually not too far in advance). For the most part, he cannot control when he Sees something. Sometimes there's a trigger, sometimes there isn't.

CANNON OR ORIGINAL: Original

PLAY-BY: John Patrick Amedori

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’TIL ALL MY SLEEVES ARE STAINED RED,

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from all the truth that i've said
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[/B] Dark brown

EYE COLOUR: Light brown

HEIGHT: 5'10"

WEIGHT: 140lbs.

PERSONAL STYLE: In terms of apparel, Marlon sides towards casual. Frankly, his financials can barely handle the amount of money he’s spending already. So to stay somewhere near the edge and preferably away from his destitute status, Marlon wears clothes that are in fairly good shape. They aren’t the fine silks and cashmere and other expensive materials that his housemates favoured, but they’re good enough for his purposes: to blend in with the rest of the crowd.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Mostly due to his impoverished background, Marlon has often had to forsake a meal or two in a day, once a week if it was a good one. But his malnutrition during his childhood years affects him even now. Marlon has a very slight build, being a thin and lanky fellow, standing at 5’10”. His stature is only emphasized by his thinness and as such, it does little to aid him with his desire to be hidden in the background. But Marlon’s made it work for him somehow.

While Marlon is not particularly unattractive, he’s certainly not the guy that all the girls are drooling over. He’s got a sort of boyish charm that is horribly neglected with his tendency to hide in the shadows. Bearing dark brown locks that wouldn’t hurt to see a pair of scissors more often, Marlon’s hair tends to flop all over the place in general. They’re long enough to curl against the nape of his neck. However, Marlon’s either too cheap or too lazy to go on and get that haircut; so, he’s often forced to shove it all off to one side or another. Sometimes, if he’s distracted or nervous or anything similar to that, Marlon tends to tug on the long locks for comfort. How it’s comforting, Marlon isn’t entirely certain but it does the trick every time.

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THOUGHT YOU SAW WINK, NO,

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i've been on the brink, so
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- Being alone
- Watching and listening (to people)
- Tracking people (in a journal!)
- Helping others (in a not so stereotypical way)
- Rich and powerful people
- Care of Magical Creatures
- Animals; they soothe him
- Cheesecake
- Conformity
- Money
- Power
- Dry thunderstorms
- Alcohol (as a numbing tool)

CHARACTER DISLIKES:
- The Seeing Gift
- Weakness
- Getting close to others
- Attention
- Being powerless
- Poverty
- His convict father
- His useless, helpless mother
- The creep who's been trying to sleep with his mother
- Useless people
- Rain
- Leaky roofs
- Sound of water dropping into metal buckets
- Doctors (of any kind)
- Betrayal
- Transfiguration
- Cats; they're so needy
- Nosy people
- Know-it-all's
- Unhelpful sympathy

GOALS:
- To be rid of his 'Gift'; or at least stop the visions altogether
- To leave the life of poverty forever

BOGGART:
To be found out for the fraud that he is
To end up right back at square one--in poverty

PATRONUS: Black Widow Spider
The day the mysterious benefactor paid for his tuition and books for Hogwarts. That day meant so much to him. It offered him an opportunity to be rid of this weird vision thing that he was getting. It offered him an opportunity to leave this life of downtrodden poverty.

DEMENTOR: (worst memory)
The day he Saw his first vision

AMEROITA:
Rose petals
Freshly baked bread
Chocolate

BASIC PERSONALITY: (10 WORDS, MAXIMUM, THAT DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER. 10.)
sensitive. ambitious. adaptive. manipulable. opportunitistic. self-destructive. weak-willed. socially awkward. quiet. secretive.

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AMAZING HOW WE GOT THIS FAR ,

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it's like we're chasing all those stars
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[/B] Tainted (a long line of Squibs)

FATHER: Sean Delaney (convict)

MOTHER: Chelsea Delaney

BROTHER(S): N/A

SISTER(S): N/A

OTHER: James Francis (substitute father)

HOMETOWN: Cardiff, Wales

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Cardiff/Hogwarts

BIOGRAPHY: Marlon Cooper Delaney was born on February 22 on a cold winter night in Wales and into a bad situation. His parents lived in poverty and still do to this day. Well, actually at the time of his birth, his father wasn’t even around. It wasn’t that the old man had ditched his mother or anything like that. He had a previous engagement two months before and seven years after his birth… in prison. His father was imprisoned for robbing a bank with some amateurs in hopes of getting some money for his wife and his unborn son. However, instead of acquiring the much needed money, his thieving caused him and his mother to nearly starve to death. The whole thing might not have been such a huge mess if his mother wasn’t so completely useless and inept and thus entirely unhelpful. Having a newborn with her for so much of the time was largely unhelpful for her need of money.

If it weren’t for the help of a good school friend of his mother’s, Marlon would have died before he reached his first birthday. Unfortunately, his mother’s friend wasn’t particularly wealthy either and did what he could to sustain himself, a friend and a child that wasn’t his; hence the reason why his mother soon left the shelter of her friend’s house when Marlon was about six years old. It was around then that his Seeing ‘gift’ started to act up. He would never see much exactly. More often than not, Marlon would see bits of the past and on the very rare occasion, he would see the future. However, in the latter cases, Marlon doesn’t see anything that isn’t going to happen in the next few seconds. When it started happening, he confided to his mother what was going on. The first time it happened, Marlon saw his mother slipping on a wayward puddle and fell with a dull thud and her head meeting the ground with a striking force. Terrified and still muddled from the vision he had just seen, he called out for his mother just before she was about to slip on the puddle. Naturally, the woman was terrified. After all, nobody in the Muggle world honestly saw anything, future or past; that was just crazy talk. But living in poverty as they were without money for crazy medication, his mother only hushed him and told him to never speak of it to anybody ever.

His father was finally released from prison when Marlon was seven years old. It was not quite the wondrous reunion that he had been waiting for all his life; and as such, he was quite disappointed. His father was nothing like he had expected. To sustain an extra body, and a grown-up one at that, Marlon was forced to help out with his family by working, which was only achievable by lying about his age. More often than not, this ploy didn’t work as Marlon was always a bit on the scrawny side of things. But determined not to starve to death, Marlon did what he could to help sustain his family even if he didn’t particularly love them. While his father did try to help, he was never able to maintain a steady job. Whenever something went missing or was broken, it was naturally blamed on his father due to his convict status. Whenever that happened, it was never long before his father was fired for it.

At school, Marlon did everything he possibly could to cover up the poverty of his family. But it was often difficult. He only had so many articles of clothing that could be worn. It wasn’t before long that just about everybody in the school knew that fact. It was something of a nightmare for Marlon after it got out and around school. He became one of those people who hid in the shadows for as long as possible for fear of being seen by bully. But, even as he did so, anger and determination smouldered within him. He despised his dignity being chipped away like this and aspired to break away from the life that his mother and his convict father had built.

A chance was given to him soon with the arrival of the letter from Hogwarts. Both parents had thought it to be an elaborate joke and had ignored it. In truth, Marlon had had visions of Hogwarts castle during this period of time. It surprised him since it was the most persistent vision that he had thus far, and was uncertain how to treat it. He knew his mother would only tell him to keep it bottled up and flip out at his dad that night when they thought he was asleep; so he said nothing about it. They managed to keep it up until it became obvious that they could not any longer with a visit from a professor from Hogwarts who managed to persuade his parents that Marlon is a wizard who needs to be trained. More than happy to have one less mouth to feed, his parents were all ready to send Marlon off to Hogwarts. The only real problem was his financial situation which was quickly remedied by an anonymous benefactor. Not to deny charity, especially when it means little effort of thanks is needed; Marlon’s parents practically carried him all the way over to Hogwarts. Marlon, on the other hand, was vaguely relieved that he would be able to go somewhere that he’d be able to figure out how to stop this vision thing of his. However, he soon discovered upon arrival at Hogwarts that this ‘gift’ of his was nowhere near common, even in the Wizarding World. Scared, Marlon hid in his shell and with it his secret abilities. After all, he didn’t want to be nominated for freak of the year.

To say that he was flipping terrified out of his mind when he got to Hogwarts is an understatement. The Wizarding World was so strange in comparison to the Muggle one that he was so used to. But one thing he was sure of was that nobody was ever going to unveil his less than humble background. After seeing and living the life where everybody around him knew about his impoverished way of living back at his Muggle school, Marlon had absolutely no desire to relive the rather painful and traumatising experience. It has become his number one concern and best kept secret.

Although he is not aware, Marlon comes from a long line of Squibs. Due to his lack of knowledge of his ancestry, he has always believed that he was a Muggleborn. He had never put too much thought into how he was sorted into Slytherin while his blood was had no true wizarding blood.


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AND EVERY DAY I SEE THE NEWS,

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all the problems that we could solve
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[/B] Kiiraena

RP EXPERIENCE: ~8 years

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OTHER CHARACTERS: Josceline Nott, Dante Au-Yong

RP SAMPLE:

While others may have found the bitter cold too much to handle, Dominique rather enjoyed it. It bit at her cheeks, bringing colour to her cheeks while her fingers slowly became numb in the cold. There was beauty to be found that snow and ice brought to the landscape; she couldn't help but admire it. Hence the reason for her walk. While the lake was beautiful in all is icy and snowy glory, it was also bone-chillingly cold outside. Dominique was hoping that the cold would keep most people inside thus leaving her alone to ponder her thoughts. In fact her hopes were based on the Gryffindor common room close to reaching maximum occupancy, thus giving it a startlingly strong resemblance to family reunions: cramped and just too much to take at one time. It wasn't until she had broken free from the crowded space and out in the corridors that she had started to feel a bit better. From there, she had eventually ventured out into the cold by the lake where she was now.

For someone who grew up around cousins who thought it was hysterical when one emerged from the shower with green hair or when one started sputtering out distasteful bird feathers, Dominique was surprisingly unreceptive to such antics. If anything, she disliked them greatly and hoped that she may nevcr see her red-blonde locks succumb to that horror of a colour that was bright neon green. In fact, it made her feel a bit sick to even think of that time. It had taken forever for her to track down the mischevious prankster to reverse it due to the fact that there simply were too many of them roaming around the household. That prank alone was enough to make her dislike the whole thing altogether. It make her wish that her cousins were not quite so content to go around pulling pranks everywhere and using her as an occasional fun victim. However, wishes seemed to give little of the desired effect; after all, it was always funner to have a victim that unwilling and more likely to make more of a fuss. How she wished all pranksters didn't live by that rule. Plain and simple, Dominique was, in no way, a fan of pranks despite it apparently being a majority of her family's way of life.

Hence the reason why she was so annoyed to find herself suddenly lifted off the ground and suspended upside, yelping at the unexpected motion. While it only took a few seconds for the incident to occur, Dominique could feel the adrenaline running through her veins from the sudden movement. The sudden change in gravity also had the unfortunate effect of pulling her wand out of her reach and towards the snowy path, where it clattered gently. Huffing annoyedly at her current predicament, she pushed her cloak and robes out of the way enough to see what it was that had her suspended in the air as she was. It didn't take too much effort to see that it was simple rope that held her in this position. How amateur. But as amateur as this 'prank' was, there was still the fact that Dominique had fell for it. Perhaps that was why she felt so much annoyance surge through her when she saw that rope.

Dominique cast an irritated glance at her surroundings, absolutely sure that the perpetrator was in the general area, searching for even the slightest movement. After all, the 'best' part of being a prankster was watching the results unfold. She was also almost positive that it was one of her cousins as they were the usual suspects. “Alright you got me. Now let me down,” she called out, irritation clearly colouring her tone. “Lucy? Roxanne? James?” After a few seconds of silence, she grew a bit doubtful that it was any of them playing this prank, especially if they hadn't revealed themselves yet. “Riley? Ryleigh?” Or maybe one of her roommates who had always had this irritating inclination towards pranking. Merlin, she was surrounded by pranksters and it was something that she did not appreciate in the least.

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SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE,

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so i'm gonna give all my secrets away
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