Dominic McHalen

[Essy ze Ninja]

𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝔖𝔩𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔫𝔦, 𝔓𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡
𝔚ales 𝔑ational 𝔔uidditch 𝔗eam 𝔅eater
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5’ 8” ✹189 lbs ✹ 92 yrs
Home Sweet Home
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[Essy ze Ninja]

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NICKNAMES Dom

AGE 26

BIRTHDAY 2 December 2007

BLOOD STATUS Pureblood

WAND 12 ¾" English Oak, Griffin Hair

GENDER Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight

LANGUAGES SPOKEN English, French, Welsh

FACECLAIM Logan Lerman [x]



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CLAN Dragon Clan

TURNED BY Chris "Jedi" Whitethorne

DATE OF TURNING 8 August 2032

AGE AT TURNING 25

POWER Adoptive Muscle Memory *pending*


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ATTENDED Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

HOUSE Slytherin

CLASS OF 2025

BEST LESSONS

■ Flying
■ Transfiguration
■ Charms

WORST LESSONS

■ Cursebreaking
■ Wandless Magic
■ Astronomy

OWL SCORES

■ Astronomy ~ A
■ Charms ~ O
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ O
■ Herbology ~ O
■ History of Magic ~ O
■ Potions ~ E
■ Transfiguration ~ E
■ Cursebreaking ~ O
■ Wandless Magic ~ O
■ Wizard Law ~ O

NEWT SCORES

■ Charms ~ E
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ E
■ Potions ~ A
■ Transfiguration ~ O
■ Cursebreaking ~ P
■ Wandless Magic ~ D



CURRENT EMPLOYMENT Broommaker *pending*

DREAM JOB Professional Quidditch Beater



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■ COMPETITIVE Aggressively ambitious, he hates to lose. He'll endure any means and risk everything so long as he comes out the victor. (Plus, he's something of a sore loser.)
■ GOOFY He's lighthearted, playful, and animated; fond of using cartoonish expressions and exaggerated noises for a cheap laugh. A kid at heart, he'll always have more fun with the children rather than the adults of a group.
■ JEALOUS Petty can be an understatement. He has a habit of taking everything to heart, and is quick to imagine slights taken against him. He's rather shameless when it comes to securing his position (whatever that may be) and isn't afraid to vocalize such. (Or pout, if the occasion demands for it.)
■ AFFECTIONATE Tender, caring, and devoted to his friends and loved ones, he can seem a bit overbearing. Naturally family-oriented, he's quick to adopt a friend as family. He wears his heart on his sleeve and loves to hug people. (And also stalk them, sneak up on them, prank them, and tackle them from the shadows. It's all his way of saying "I love you.")
■ IRRATIONAL Never one to think things through, he always over or under-estimates a scenario. He makes mountains out of mole hills and brushes dragons off his shoulder like flies. Instead of using logic or reason, he drives on emotion. And, more often than not, he grossly dramatizes everything.
■ STUBBORN Dominic won't take no for an answer and he'll never back down. Admitting defeat is worse than death to him, and he'd rather stick it out till the dirty end than ever admit that he'd been wrong. He's impatient and hardheaded, which makes for a wonderfully annoying combination.

LIKES

■ flying
■ sweets
■ wizards chess
■ competition
■ children

DISLIKES

■ boredom
■ reprimanding
■ stoicism
■ dry comedy
■ bugs

HOBBIES

■ quidditch
■ stalking
■ spending money

STRENGTHS

■ adaptable
■ quick learner

WEAKNESSES

■ jealous
■ short-tempered

FEARS

■ dying alone
■ losing his family



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CHILDHOOD Dominic was born to a very wealthy and prominent pureblood family. As the secondborn son to Charles and Mary-Louise Montague, he didn't have as much responsibility as his elder brother, Gabriel. Dominic was spoiled rotten, and his earliest memories can recall this. He had always been the baby of the family, had always gotten everything he wanted, and had always had an ambition for quidditch. When he was a toddler, his favorite toy with his miniature broom, and his favorite days were the quidditch games he and his brother and father went too.

SCHOOL YEARS When Dominic reached Hogwarts, he started to flail. At first, everything had seemed alright. He brought his camera with him on the train and boat ride, and again at the sorting feast. Once classes started, a clear line began to divide those purebloods true to the old ways, and literally everyone else. He made friends with Damien, and enemies with Adalaide and Michelle, eventually Marina and Grace too. But over the years, things began to change. Dominic and Damien changed. Their perspective changed. And so did their relationships with the rest of the school. Damien began to date Marina, and while the Edgeworth's reception of it wasn't welcoming, they warmed to it (Especially when Damien's mother killed herself.) Sad as that was, kinda, at least Damien and his da' started to get along. Dominic, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky with his own parents. When they found out about him and Gracie, they tried to break it off. His mother even tried to bribe Grace. It didn't work. They cut him off financially, to the point where it was starting to bring shame to their name, so they reluctantly gave in. But when it became clear that Dominic had no intention of leaving his halfblood girlfriend, they kicked him out and cut ties for good.

POST GRADUATION Dominic moved in with Gracie, and while it seemed like all of their friends started to get married, they hadn't. He'd been too scared. His girlfriend was a vampire, after all, and that meant something. It meant he would die one day, it meant they could never have children, it meant that the life he had always wanted would never be the life he would have. But instead of ever seeing reason, he only saw the worst in every aspect. Dominic decided then, that, if he didn't actually do anything, then nothing bad could happen, right? Well, wrong. Because he and Grace wouldn't stop fighting about it. Even after they adopted a puppy, and then a little girl. Aiobheal ended up being the best thing to ever happen to them, but there was still one problem. He was aging, and he would die.

Grace and Aiobheal decided they would change Dominic's mind, one way or another. Eventually, Grace concocted an aging potion that would give him a glimpse into what his life would be like if he continued down the road of mortality. And it scared the bloody piss out of him. Honestly, it didn't really take much convincing after seeing all of this wrinkles and liver spots and saggy bollocks.

It took a bit of convincing for Chris to turn to Dominic, but not as much as he thought. It seemed as though everyone but him had been wondering when the day would finally come, as if they had known all along and he was the only one who didn't. Still, it took some getting used too. He had to learn to control his strength, how to block out the unnecessary sounds and smells, how to stay hidden, and how to feed. Having Gracie, Chris and Ada to help him along, the transition came a bit easier to him than others. If anything, he misses sitting under the sun. But his life has been much more peaceful now. He had to quit his career in quidditch, and after several months, decided to become a broommaker.



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FAMILY Wife: Gracie McHalen ■ Adopted Daughter: Aiobheal McHalen ■ Brother: Gabriel Montague ■ Cousins: Annabelle and James Rich ■ Uncle: Alexander Rich ■ Father: Charles Montague ■ Mother: Mary-Louise Montague
FRIENDS Damien and Marina Edgeworth ■ Chris and Ada Whitethorne ■ Nell and Rose Ellis-Hall ■ Rick Drage
BEST FRIEND Damien Edgeworth
WIFE Grace McHalen
ENEMIES Virgil Ross (sorta)
PETS Smores, the hound dog

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

𝕯ominic 𝕸ontague
𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni
𝖁ampire 𝖔f 𝕯ragon 𝕮lan
𝕭roommaker
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Place
Autumn of 2033
5’8” and 180lbs
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[Essy ze Ninja]

DOMINIC.MCHALEN .
Broommaker ____
Slytherin Alum, Class of '25....
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