Daniel Marcus Reed

[Daniel Marcus Reed]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name:
Daniel Marcus Reed

Gender:
Male

Age:
14

Education: 
Three years at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium

Residence:
Cork, Ireland

Occupation:
Student

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (example St Mungo's, the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 4
• Transfiguration: 3
• Divination: 2
• Summoning: 3

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Pm’ed to admin

Biography:
Daniel Marcus Reed was born on a rainy March day in a small red brick house on the outskirts of London. He was the first born child of Jason and Rose Ciara Reed, and though space was not what they had most of, he was welcomed and much loved by his parents.
Rose had trained as a healer, but when Daniel was born she had to leave her position to take care of the baby. However, she continued to have a few regular patients in the neighbourhood and thus was able to carry on bringing in money to the family. Daniel was only a mere 2 weeks old when he accompanied his mother on her first patient visit.
Jason Reed was a carpenter, but when money was short he often took the odd job in the evenings working at the local gas station or driving a truck. He worked hard, but he didn’t mind as long as he could keep his family happy.
When Daniel was 3 years old, Alexander was born, and another three years later Arianna joined them, making life rather crowded in the red brick house. At times life was hard on the young family, but Jason and Rose never let that show to the children. They were kind and loving parents, who tried their best to bridge the gap between their two worlds, the magical and the non-magical world.

When Daniel was eight years old, things had changed. First Rose fell ill, and before two weeks had passed she died. Less than two years later, Jason was gone too. Some would count the three Reed children lucky that they had grandparents who had jumped right to the opportunity of giving them a new home, but sometimes Daniel wasn’t so sure. He was rebellious and defiant, and often his strong will clashed with that of his grandfather.

After Rose had died, Jason had moved the family away from London. For a while they had rented a small cottage near the coast, but after a few months they packed up and moved on. They moved several times over the next year. Sometimes they didn’t even get to unpack before it was time to move on again. It was hard to get work, and Daniel guessed that was the reason for the many moves, and he didn’t complain. He didn’t really care much. As long as he was with his family and had the freedom to roam around and explore, he was happy. His mom had always taught him at home, and when he had time, his dad continued that, though as time went by it became more and more frequent that it was up to Daniel himself to decide what was going to be the lesson of the day. As long as he had something to report in the evening, his dad seemed to be pleased, and didn’t seem to worry that young Daniel learned far more about local geography, different English dialects, motorbikes and Batman than about reading and mathematics.

And then one day Grandfather O’Reilly had shown up. They had been living in Liverpool for nearly two months, and the then ten year old Daniel had become quite accustomed to the place, the streets and the other kids living in the neighbourhood. He spent most of the afternoons hanging around the streets with a group of kids, most of whom were a year or two older than himself, while Alexander and Arie were being looked after at home by Old Emma, the lady they had rented the house from. Alex sometimes came with his older brother, but most of the time Daniel made sure the younger boy was safe at home. After all, the streets of Liverpool were not really the best playground for a seven year old. On this particular day it was nearly time for dinner when Daniel made his way back to the house. He had stayed out longer that he usually did, but for some reason he didn’t feel like going home. Thinking back, maybe he should have just stayed away. What happened when he came home that night was something he did his best to forget.

Later in the evening Grandfather O’Reilly, whom the children scarcely remembered from their mother’s funeral two years earlier, had taken them with him straight away. Now that their father was dead, they were to live with him and be raised to be proper O’Reillys.

Living with Grandfather and Grandmother O’Reilly was very different to anything Daniel had ever experienced before. Firstly, they now lived in Ireland, and the small cottage was exchanged with a large estate. Suddenly there were dinner parties, neatly pressed clothes, a private tutor (who were not at all impressed by Daniel’s previous schooling), and lessons in fencing as well as riding. As Daniel soon came to learn, the O’Reillys were a wealthy and influential pureblood family, and as an O’Reilly through his mother’s side he was expected to behave accordingly.
To free spirited and strong willed Daniel, that did not come easy, though. Daniel liked being outside and exploring the world with his hands and eyes and ears, but now it was expected, no, demanded, of him that he sat for several hours of the day in the small classroom studying with his tutor. And something he hated even more than being locked up inside was demands. Demands and rules. He fought it the best he knew, but to no avail. In his grandfather he met someone who was even more strong willed and stubborn than himself, and after a few months, he had to give in. At least for a bit. 

There was one thing Daniel loved at his new home, and that was the horses. He took to riding very quickly and became quite skilled. It might not be as cool as the motorbikes he had seen in Liverpool, but there was still something about the horses. When he was riding he was free. There was nothing to bind him or hold him back, he could go on forever galloping across the fields.

When Daniel was eleven, he got his letter to Hogwarts. However, his grandfather and tutor quickly decided that he was not ready to leave for Hogwarts yet, and instead it was arranged for the young boy to start at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium. The headmaster at the German and Luxembourgish school was an old friend of Mr O’Reilly, and arrangements were quickly made for Daniel to start the school accompanied by a special tutor, fluent in both English, German, French and Russian, as well as skilled in dealing with “obstinate children”. It is safe to say Daniel did not enjoy his time at Eisenstab.

After three years at Eisenstab Hexengymnasium it was time Daniel went to Hogwarts. His tutor was not at all impressed by him, but at least he knew the basics by now, and would not embarrass the O’Reillys too much. However, Daniel wouldn’t be surprised if his Grandfather had sent a special letter to the headmaster requesting special tutoring, no visits to the village, and most definitely – no riding on brooms.
 


Roleplay Response:

Daniel let out an irritated sigh and leaned against the wall. They had been out all day and according to the rumblings in his stomach it was getting close to dinner time. At home dinner was always six o’clock sharp. If you were just five minutes late, too bad, then there was no dinner for you. Daniel knew that better than anyone else. But here, when he was out with Grandfather, things were different. Then dinner was when Grandfather decided it was dinner time, no matter if that meant five thirty or seven thirty. The young lad grumbled silently and shifted the weight from one leg to the other. He was bloody starving!
He was a growing boy. At 14 he was getting close to the same height as his grandfather, and he was not a small man. Daniel had always been well build and enjoyed physical activities and the outdoors, thus his body had become strong and healthy. It did, however, need quite a bit of fuel to keep going. What he wouldn’t do for a nice steak or bangers and mash right now! Daniel sighed and then pushed the thoughts of food out of his mind. He knew very well the consequences of disturbing his grandfather when he was busy. At the moment he was completely engrossed in a conversation with his friend, who owned the shop, and didn’t pay any attention to Daniel. For a moment Daniel considered slipping out quietly, even just a bit of fresh air would be great, but then he abandoned the idea. He didn’t feel like jeopardising his dinner tonight.

Creak.

Daniel turned around at the sound of the door opening. A young girl entered. He turned back and faced his grandfather. If new customers were in, hopefully that’d mean they could leave. He didn’t think they had business elsewhere today, so hopefully… 

“Stop that!” Daniel snapped and turned around to see who had been the one to grab his coat. Surely someone wouldn’t try to bloody pick his pocket inside the shop! 

"I'm lost and it's dark and I wanted to know where I am but I'm not scared but I am worried that Sambundeakin is scared because he's little and needs something to eat and wants to go home."

The kid. Daniel raised an eyebrow and looked down. She was small. She was even younger than Arie, quite a bit younger, he thought. He looked around the shop, but no one else was there, besides his grandfather and the owner who didn’t seem to have noticed the young girl.

"He misses my and his mommy."

“Right,” Daniel looked down at the yellow fluff ball the kid was holding towards him. A puff-thingy. A purring puff-thingy.

“You are lost.” He stated the obvious, then looked back towards the shop owner. Still no reaction. He looked back at the girl and sighed. He was no good with kids. They were annoying and whiny and demanding. He didn’t like kids. Except Alex and Arie, of course. And this one was even younger than Arie. 

“It’s okay,” Daniel said in an attempt to keep the kid calm. And himself too. “We’ll get you and Sam… Sammy home. Just wait one moment and this nice shop owner will help you.” Surely he could call the police or something, Daniel knew he had a phone out the back, because it had rung earlier. But for now Mr Grey hadn’t even looked at the girl. Daniel sighed. He was not going to be this kid’s bloody babysitter or something! He turned and leaned back against the wall again. He would just stay here, nice and still, and hopefully the kid would go to Mr Grey instead. Why did she have to come to him of all people. It wasn’t that he looked very friendly, standing there with a scowl on his face.

As long as she didn’t start bloody crying!

The shock of the thought had Daniel paralysed for a moment, then he forced a smile on his face, and nodded at the kid. “Mr Grey will help you, don’t worry.”

“And I’m Daniel,” He added, trying his best to sound friendly. Bloody kid. If only Alex had been here. He was great with kids.

[Professor Tibble]

Accepted.