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→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Barclay Angus Duncan
Birthday: 5th November 1937
Hometown: Inverness, Scotland, The United Kingdom
Bloodline: Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one): Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one): Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two): One or two
Biography: Barclay has had a relatively chaotic beginning to life, despite not knowing it, his grandparents forever keeping this a secret, only a letter remains, encased in a box, kept in the attic of his grandparents home, addressed to one, Barclay Angus Duncan in his father’s hand. It was believed that it would not be needed, but had been wrote on the off chance. Mary and Angus Duncan were murdered on 5th November 1940, having been kidnapped by war spies, they were found later that evening in London, hundreds of miles away from their Inverness home. They left their only child parentless.
It was quickly decided that Barclay would remain with his grandparents, instead of being given to the care of one of his aunts or uncles, they had a large family, and it was Iris, his grandmother that would not give him up, as was stated in the Last Will and Testament of Angus Duncan, so that the youngling would not cause too much havoc with his parents in their old age. However, Iris refused, and the family settled with having Barclay live with their parents, he remembered her of Angus, and for her, she couldn’t lose Angus again.
Therefore, from the age of one year old, Barclay has stayed in the care of his Granny and Grandpa, in a rather large home, though quite eerie due to its remoteness and the following footsteps that ran after him when he ran down the hallways. With deers heads mounted on the wall, old muskets and swords hanging on the grand staircase. As a five year old, he often had to ask his Grandpa’s assistance going up the staircase, often scaring him due to weird shadows the deers cast across the steps.
A large family, he was not without company, often spending days with his cousins that run the Inn not far away. It was between six years and seven that he first learned to fly. Though he was not very good, he managed to stick with it, according to his grandfather, the other one that he didn’t live with, his mother was a rather excellent flyer and enjoyed Quidditch. So he persevered and made sure he became the best flyer than he could be, it make his mother proud, her engagement ring sitting on a silver chain that hung around his neck. Left to Barclay in her Will.
A big influence in his life has been the legacy that his parents left behind, the way they unconditionally loved one another, the way his grandmother spoke of them, with their entwined loved and hearts, the way they were each others soulmate. That Angus was a gentleman, a man of beauty and manners, a man he has only ever seen in photographs. To rise through the ranks, to aspire to achieve the good his grandmother insisted he did, a generous man full of charity. He has never wanted to be anything more.
→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.House Request: Leave it up to the Sorting Hat
Personality: Despite everything, Barclay tends to put on a front of happiness and cheekiness. However, he has a rather sorrow filled personality, he deals with his parents death daily as well as the feeling of not fitting in, something that he has felt before, but becomes more apparent as he settles into Hogwarts. But he still has a sense of drive, striving to be the best he can for his mother and father's sake, constantly reminded of these two brave aurors who were heavily involved in the war, which ultimately brought their demise.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.It was cold. It was cold down here and he most of all wanted to get away from that dripping of water that seemed to follow him no matter how much he was trying to find his way back to the Great Hall. It may have been several weeks into the new school year, but Barclay was still to get used to the various places of the Castle. Here, he had got lost, wandering down the wrong corridor.
With various embellishments, he found it quite clear that this was the corridor of the dungeons, the home the silver snakes that hurried through the castle, scurrying to their lessons or to the hall for food. They were so… confident, they were so… it was odd, even people his age, they were so… arrogant? They were so boisterous that whenever one passed, he found himself somewhat hoping they’d not say anything to him.
He mainly just wanted to run away and find his way back up to the Hall. He wanted to get to safety. He wanted to get back to the warmth and the light of the castle, not down here in the dungeons, he could only picture what Aiden said to be the punishment for being up after curfew. How they hung people by the nails. He shook the thought from his head, shivering.
Then there was a voice, a call, a cry for someone called Emma… Birch. Who was Emma Birch? Either way, the voice echoed and he looked over his shoulder to see where it was coming from. Then back over his shoulder, his feet carrying him, hurrying himself forward. “Hello?” He called out… he hoped… perhaps prayed that there was not a response… he just wanted to leave. → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Hermes St. Oswald & Co.
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