Delaire Galahad {complete}

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Name: Delaire Embry Galahad
Nickname: Laire (by quiet oddballs, plus Yasu), Embry (by everyone else)
Gender: male
Age: 16, November 29
Orientation: straight
Race: human
Location: London countryside, United Kingdom
Year: 6
House: Slytherin
Family Tree:

Mother: Abbigail Galahad ~ 39 ~ witch ~ Slytherin ~ alive
Father: Jareth Galahad ~ 40 ~ wizard ~ Slytherin ~ alive
Sister: Anya Galahad ~ 14 ~ witch ~ Slytherin ~ alive

Patronus: Angora Cat (it's so unfortunate, because he's allergic to them)
Animagous: German Shepherd
Sight: no
History:

Delaire was born to one of the oldest pureblood families. He wasn't supposed to be the heir to the Galahad's main fortune, as Jareth was the third born son, so his parents didn't worry about raising him to be prepared for business. They were more worried about just raising their family right. By the time he was five Delaire already had a little sister named Anya, had gotten a mini broom to ride around, and had another sibling on the way. His father ran an enchanted armor and weapons company, his mother planned large events such as weddings and parties, and overall his early childhood was fairly happy.

And then his mother had the miscarriage. From then on it all went downhill.

At age 8 he showed that he was a wizard, though it was also at that age that his father's older brother lost a son. The older brother couldn't have children, and now that the only other brother no longer had an heir, this meant Delaire was now receiving a larger enterprise. His life was instantly invaded all up until the year he went to Hogwarts by family that were now training him how to handle business deals. His mother didn't get to see him as often, instead spending time with his sister, who had shown signs of being a witch as early as age 4, making them all wonder if she'd be a prodigy. Jareth had to give up his company so he too could learn how to operate the old family business.
At age 9 his mother gave birth to a stillborn and almost died along with the child, having to stay at St. Mungo's for several weeks.

When he was 11, Delaire was sent to Hogwarts, where he was easily sorted into Slytherin. In his third year, Anya joined him and was sorted into the same house. Delaire was actually popular, and tried out to be on the quidditch team now that the old keeper had graduated. Since he'd been flying since he was four, Delaire made the cut and was chosen.

In his fourth year, Slytherin was doing especially well. However, in one of the final matches against Hufflepuff, a beater sent a bludger his way while he was blocking a quaffle, shattering the bones in his arm and shoulders, messing up his neck, and sending him into the goal post, and then the ground. He was out of school for a good portion of the remainder of the year. In his fifth year, people tried to convince him to go back, but Delaire was still trying to work through his injury which was slow to heal, and he was also too ashamed to admit how scared he had become of his own broomstick. It was also in his fifth year that he became bitter and pessimistic, whereas before he was still mostly happy and charming at school and good and respectable at home.

Now in his sixth year, Delaire has finally given in and is going to try out once more, though whether or not it will go well is up for debate.

Personality:

Delaire is clever and cunning as any good Slytherin should be. He's the mastermind with all the plans. At least in situations that he's familiar with. He's analytical and can pick apart any plan and point out its flaws. If you want to sneak out of the castle, take him with you, and if you want to win Quidditch, have him by your side while you're planning the maneuvers. However, with things he is unfamiliar with, such as girls, you best not come to him for advice. Delaire is terrible at socializing, as he's a pessimistic and easily ticked off person who is always scowling. He really can be a sweetheart and a passionate person about the things he actually cares about, and is actually very emotional, but he tries to play the tough guy because most people get on his nerves or scare him. It also doesn't help that he has very low self confidence.

Delaire loves to read, but he's much more of an outdoor person. He loves to exercise and explore and race on his broomstick, though ever since the quidditch accident he's been scared stiff of getting back on a broomstick, as well as objects coming towards him and heights. He's actually a very gentle and non-violent person, but he's easily jealous, overprotective, and doesn't like being threatened.

Delaire is very unsure of what to do with large groups of people and has stage fright. However, he loves food, is very intelligent, and often finds himself doing stupid things he regrets later.

Delaire is stubborn, determined, and a workaholic. He always works to the best of his ability, tries and tries for as long as he can, and will work until he drops. He perseveres through everything, even if his form of motivation is all the bad things that could happen instead of all the good things he could gain. Delaire is allergic to cats. Why is this important? Because Delaire loves cats, and they seem to love him, too. However, at the mention of cats he becomes depressed, and when he found out his patronus was a cat, he nearly broke down.

Description:

Delaire stands at five feet and ten inches, and will never become any taller. He's on the lean side from many years of working out and other exercise, otherwise he would be fairly skinny. Despite how physically active he is, however, Delaire is fairly pale and barely tans. Instead, he tends to burn most of the time unless he remembers his sun charm. Delaire's hair is ebony in color, almost black, and falls in a mess on his head in a choppy sort of look with bangs that occasionally fall in his eyes, giving him a dark and brooding look. His hair never touches his shoulders, but it is a wild mess while clinging to his neck and falling on his forehead and often covering his ears. His eyes are a light hazel filled with gold flecks. Around his iris the eye is more green.

Delaire's face normally displays a contemplative frown or a scowl. However, should one surprise, embarrass, or simply watch him enough, they'll realize he's quite expressive and has to cover his face in frowns to keep himself from revealing his thoughts, which are normally there for all to see. Delaire often experiences pain in his upper back, shoulders, upper part of his arms, and his neck after his Quidditch accident. While they are almost completely back to normal, its still painful to stretch his arms or crane his neck too much.

Delaire hates wearing black, so he really dislikes the school uniform. However, he doesn't care if his clothes are ratty or formal, though he's been raised to evaluate clothing and know whether or not it is worthy or stylish enough for someone of his pureblood status. When he's not around his parents, Delaire wears faded jeans covered in mud from flying on his broom and a couple accidental crash landings while in the rain. He also enjoys clever t-shirts that say things like 'I've got your back' along with a picture of a stick figure holding the back of another stick figure. However, he usually covers up his favorite t-shirts with hoodies, button-up shirts, or his signature, dark brown leather jacket. Delaire is not too good with cold weather, so when it drops below fifty you'll see him start to bundle up with scarves and hats and gloves. Normally Delaire sticks to muted tones of brighter colors, such as cool blues and soft olives and deep reds.

Other: I swear this is my last character... for now. ;P

Position: Keeper
House: Slytherin
Experience: 2 years (he played 3rd and 4th year, then had a horrible Quidditch accident during the final game his 4th year and refused to play his 5th year while he recovered)
RP Example:

Delaire's hands kept shifting on his broomstick. His eyes were rapidly glancing from chaser to chaser, looking for what the strategy was. Which hoop would they go for? Which chaser's broomstick was faster and could potentially dive in for a quick score?His team had the quaffle for now, and Delaire's shoulders relaxed slightly. He could stop analyzing and instead look for his girlfriend, a sharp-minded Pureblood Slytherin like himself who was only dating him for his money. He saw her and waved slightly before returning his attention to the game. Had the quaffle changed hands? Had they scored yet?

It had, and Delaire returned to analyzing the team before him. What the__? The girl on the slowest broomstick of the chasers was approaching him, clearly going for the middle hoop. Were they kidding? Yeah, Delaire had been slacking a couple seconds ago, but seriously?

And then he saw a male chaser on a Nimbus 2001 flying high above his line of vision. He had barely caught a glimpse of his foot, but he knew what was going to happen. They were going for the left hoop, and they were planning on the male chaser to dive and use the momentum to throw the quaffle at such an angle that Delaire wouldn't be able to block it. Delaire didn't let on that he knew what they were going to do, but as the girl neared, he saw her hands shift, ready to toss the red ball.

It had left her hands just as the other chaser dove. Delaire raced to stop the quaffle. The angle was more severe than he realized. It would practically fall straight down to the ground, but it wasn't quite at that point. Delaire swallowed, but let himself loosen his grip so he was hanging upside down on his broom, reaching his hand out to block the quaffle. His fingertips graced its firm surface, barely pushing it over the other side of the hoop. Aha! Success!

And then a sickening crunch followed by a web of sharp cracks. A beater had sent a bludger right at him, soaring right into his right shoulder and the upper part of his arm. Panic and pain seized him. He had been holding onto his broom with his right arm! Agony went straight to his skull, and he screamed as his arm gave out and he fell, other shoulder smacking into the golden hoop before he fell to the ground.

He blacked out under the impression he was going to collide with the earth and break every bone in his body.

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Accepted.