Post by Daimyan Delta Smith on Feb 12, 2024 21:19:20 GMT -8
DAIMYAN DELTA SMITH
BASIC INFORMATION
Age and Birthday: 22, 14 February 2001
Year and House or Profession: Former Hufflepuff and Writer
Canon: No
FAMILY & HISTORY
Place of Birth: Brentwood, Essex, England
Notable Relatives:
Parents:
Miles Nolan Smith, Father to Dolcetto ‘D’ Delta Smith
Klarissa Stella Perry, Mother to Dolcetto ‘D’ Delta Smith
Siblings:
Unknown stepsiblings on his mother's side
Partners of Note:
Dante W., wizard, First boyfriend
Viola 'V' Stownwell, muggle, Ex-fiancé
Other Notable Family:
Rosealee and Irvin Smith, Mother and father respectively to Miles Nolan Smith, Grandparents to Dolcetto ‘D’ Delta Smith.
Buck and Naomi Smith, young brother and sister to Miles Smith, Uncle and Aunt to Dolcetto ‘D’ Delta Smith
Character History:
Dolcetto ‘D’ Delta Smith was born to a father that loved and gave up everything to keep him and a mother that loathed him.
His father, Miles Smith, the oldest of three children, made a mistake. That’s not entirely accurate; Miles Smile made plenty of mistakes, he would often make at least 4 mistakes each day, and made a grand total of 47 on his worst day(it was a Thursday of all things in March, when he was 19). This particular mistake though; changed quite a lot for Miles and in the end it was the best mistake of his life but it was a mistake.
On the other hand, his mother, Klarissa Perry, was an only child, and while she made mistakes they were mostly small things, little messes that could be rectified easily. But she did make one very big mistake. For her that one big mistake would be the worst mistake of her life no matter what Miles would say on the matter.
It was 2000 when Klarissa stepped onto the path that would lead her to her Big Mistake(™), all it took was a smile at the young man next to her in her second year of university during a chem lab just before winter break. In April of 2001, Miles and Klarissa hooked up at a party, May they began dating. As July ended so too did their relationship.
It was September by the time Klarissa confessed to Miles her pregnancy, after all, it was his Mistake too. This prompted Miles to convince Klariss that they should get back together and they were for 6 whole weeks before they once more fell apart. After five months back and forth it was decided that Klarissa would have the child and give it over to Miles and his Parents.
As such, Daimyan ‘D’ Delta Smith was born.
D only ever saw his mother 3 times in his life. The first was when he was born, she refused to even hold the baby and so Rosealee took over. The second time he was eight, it was Mother's Day and after much begging on D’s part his father and Grandfather contacted Klarissa to set up a meeting. In the end D wasn’t just let down, he was crushed by the woman who hated him so. Ever since then for D Mother’s Day meant Grandmother’s Day.
The third and final time was shortly after D’s eleventh birthday. He’d just been accepted to Hogwarts and the whole Smith family had to know: ‘Did the Perrys have some magical blood?” A plan was hatched, arrangements made and Klarissa and her family were invited to a large family dinner celebrating D’s acceptance into a boarding school.
During dinner the name Hogwarts was dropped multiple times; the lack of reaction confirmed it: Daimyan ‘D’ Delta Smith was 100% ‘Muggle’. Dinner ended with Grandma Rosealee and Klarissa shouting in the kitchen before the main course was even served. After the Perrys left the Smiths skipped right to dessert and no one brought up D crying all over his plate of croquembouche.
For all his life D had silently wished that maybe, just maybe his mother could one day come to tolerate if not love him. After the 3rd and final meeting D never wanted anything to do with Klarissa again.
One might think that, as a single father, Miles would let D down just as much as his mother though in very different ways. He didn’t. Miles, even working two jobs in chem labs, always took the weekends off for D. He was there for every possible milestone, though he missed some. Like when D was seven and his grandfather and uncle got him a bike. His father was working, the other two men argued for three hours about whether or not D would need training wheels. Boredom and determination were all D needed to teach himself while the men argued, sure he was 58% scraped up and bloody but no training wheels were needed. And that evening Miles ate dinner on the front lawn just so D could show off just how good he was at bike riding.
Apart from family D did his best to remain close to the muggles friends he used to have. Especially his two very close muggle best friends: Viola 'V' Stownwell, and Nathan Shannon. Nathan and D meet at ten years old through V, a childhood friend and next door neighbour of D's. The two boys instantly became fast friends though D being magical was and always would be something he kept from them.
It was hard going to Hogwarts at 11 barely a month after having written off one's own mother entirely, even years later D simply says he doesn’t like to talk about his mother before changing the subject. It was easy enough for D to forget about Klarissa at Hogwarts though, D had always been in love with stories and suddenly he had a whole new world of stories to explore. For the first three years of school D spent more time reading than he ever had in his whole life, he felt like he was playing catch up: Who was Gilderoy Lockhart? What do you mean you’ve never heard of social media?! Who was Vindictus Viridian? Wait- What? Merlin Was Freaking Real?! Who the shit is Newt Scamander? Is he like The Crocodile Hunter? HOW HAVE NONE OF YOU READ SHAKESPEARE?!?! What is this place teaching you?!?! Please, tell me someone's read Voltaire!
Some of the most annoying things for D about Hogwarts seemed to involve tech; he missed Kindles, email, social media, and T.V. shows about zombies, Gladiators, knights, and Druids.
Still the magic made up for most of it. D fell in love with charms and transfiguration, but he especially loved flying and Quidditch (Read: Quidditch players). While D himself wasn’t nearly devoted enough to properly learn the sport of Quidditch he never tired of watching. It wasn’t uncommon for D to skip meals to watch a team train while writing or sneak in a little flying by himself if he felt he could pull it off.
That was how he met the Gyffindor boy Dante. There was a lot of pinning and not so subtle watching from a distance. Just before winter break of D’s fifth year he asked Dante kicking off his first relationship.
For the rest of his time at Hogwarts D would maintain an on-off relationship with the Lion whose hot temper and insecurities would constantly test D. The cycle of love bombing, misunderstanding, fighting, breaking up, rinse and repeat lasted until D graduated a year before Dante. The distance was too much.
After school D wasted no time getting a job at a cafe so he could spend his free time writing and hoping to get published. No longer in school D found it easier to maintain friendships with his old muggle friends.
Reconnecting with Viola sparked something, the two began dating, and D found Viola’s confidence freeing after his first boyfriend’s insecurity. Honestly, D and V might have actually ended up married if D hadn’t been a wizard. It was V that had asked D to marry her, they were both young and drunk on love. Of course he said yes.
Three months into the engagement D sat Viola down and told her about magic.
It did not go well. First she laughed at what she thought was just a joke, then she got mad at him for taking the piss. When he insisted she got worried that D was cracked. So he showed her, and she began to fear that she was the cracked one. It was heartbreaking for D but Viola had her mind wiped and he broke off the engagement.
Over the following six months D wrote poem after poem. His heart was broken, and he used blood as ink; metaphorically speaking. It paid off, D submitted a few poems to contests, won those contests, and eventually had enough poems to go to a magical publisher. They liked his work and D’s first book, a collection of poems, came out at the end of January. It seemed ironic to him, his poem of heartbreak and lost love came out just in time for Valentines.
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name or Alias: Alanna
Pronouns: She/Her
Experience: Over a decade, nearly 14 years
Other Characters: Not Yet
Role Playing Sample:
It was probably strange, starting as a professor halfway through, only coming to Hogwarts now as a new term started. But Marjory's injury had kept her home-stuck so to speak. First stuck in St. Mungos Hospital for far longer than Marjory ever would have wanted to be. Then under her brother's watchful eye as they traveled carefully. It had been sweet though, and a lot of fun even if Marjory and Konrad had to go slowly as they explored the highlands. She knew why her brother had taken her so far into the wilds too. He’d been worried about her, all of Marjory’s siblings had worried after she’d been hurt and they way she kept flinching at loud sounds and sudden movement hadn’t helped. But no matter the reason Marjory felt the escape had been needed at the time. In hindsight it was strange, an escape from the civilised magical world when she’d only just gotten back. It had been needed though after Gringotts.
Honestly if she'd been going anywhere but Hogwarts Marjory wasn't sure she'd be given the all clear to work when she had. At least timing had worked out, the previous professor leaving as she took up the torch so to speak. After everything that had happened since she graduated Marjory hadn't quite felt like she'd come home yet. After America, Scott, years of nomadic life, then the death eater attacks. . . . Marjory's hand strayed to the scar over her collarbone, hidden under her green and brown checkered scarf. Thinking about the attack was like poking at a bruise or an old wound; it hurt like all hell but it couldn't cause much more damage. It was also like a bruise in that Marjory found she couldn't stop poking at it no matter how much former Slytherin hurt herself with it.
With a frown at her own weakness Marjory pushed open the greenhouse door and stepped inside.
Looking around she felt like she was 17 again at first glance everything was the same. But the pots were new, the plants were different, the tables more scared than ever -something she and tables had in common Marjory thought grimly- everything was the same and yet just slightly different.
Shedding her thick cloak of wool and fur trim, the checkered scarf, and her gloves Marjory set it all aside by the door. How many times had she done such a thing before as a girl? More than one could count probably. With a deep breath Marjory could swear it even smelt the same, she surely felt the same as she had all those years ago. Sure, she had moved in with her brothers over a year ago and then out on her own. Sure she'd come back to Hogwarts to work. But finally taking her time to step into the greenhouse after sorting through the herbology classroom was different.
Even after years away the greenhouses at Hogwarts still felt more like home than anywhere else she'd ever been and Marjory had been around more than most. Somethings apparently never changed Marjory noted to herself happily. "I'm home," she smiled at a small collection of planters growing monkshood by the door.
The former Slytherin rolled up the sleeves of her moss green robes, already looking around and aquinting herself with all the plants that called her new domain home. Humming to herself Marjory made friends with the growing things she decided were in her care, noting the Nettles which she felt would make for a good first class with her younger student. Something easy and non magical, just dangerous enough should they not be careful when told. It seemed a good starting point for her first and second years so she could get a feel of what they knew.
"Have I got plans for you," she told the stinging nettles with a grin.
From behind her Marjory heard the greenhouse door open, she hadn't expected anyone else to brave the bitingly cold wind like she had. But Marjory was never the sort to turn away company and so turned to the door with a smile, "Good day," she smiled