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[[If Dazmond's player or the staff has any problem with any of this, I'd be happy to change things around. I did get permission from Dazmond's player before trying for this adoption. ]]

Full Character Name: Malcolm Baddock [Canon]
Character Birthday & Age: 2nd March 1983 // 25
City & Country of Birth: London, UK
Blood Purity: Halfblood
Alma Mater: Hogwarts; Slytherin

Cover Job (If any): He works as a clerk in a bookstore down Knockturn Alley.
Type of Criminal: Black Market Trader/Smuggler
Allegiances / Loyalties / Political Faction: None in particular. Malcolm's first loyalty is to himself, though he's also fairly loyal to his friends and associates, at least until he himself is in danger.

Have they committed any previous crimes?: Yes
If yes, what were they and were they convicted?: Malcolm has primarily dealt in illegal magical substances in the past, as well as illegal potions. He's dealt in a dark artifact or two, but he's primarily bought and sold potion ingredients. He has also offered his services in smuggling said items, particularly less dangerous ingredients and intoxicants. So far he's managed to not get caught, though he has been held and  questioned a few times when he was younger. He's also assaulted a student in school, though he got off with heavy detention once it was determined that the other students provoked him. He's assaulted a customer before when he refused to pay for a  few potions, but because of the nature of their dealings the man didn't report him to the Ministry.

What crimes might you commit in the future?  Discuss all possible: Malcolm trades in the black market, and is an opportunist. He buys and sells illegal potions ingredients, intoxicants, potions, spell books, and the occasional  illegal dark magic item. He also assists in transporting these various things into the country, but he only does that when he's in dire need of galleons. In order to protect himself and keep himself out of Azkaban, Malcolm will commit most any crime. This includes murder, theft, extortion, and torture. He may also get involved in runespoor smuggling if desperate enough, though he'd be reluctant to do so. He's slowly expanding his operation, and already has a few younger ingredient dealers working under him.

His goal is to become the baddest black market trader in London, and it's a goal that he believes is worth taking his time on. Throughout the course of the game he'll mostly be attempting to build up his power base, which will be slow going.
Are you currently under pursuit by the Ministry of Magic?: No

Wand: 10 inches in length and made of cocobolo, Malcolms wand has a core of dragon heartstring. It's fairly brittle, with a bit of the handle beginning to chip away. The shaft bends slightly one way halfway down, and then again the other way halfway down.

Physical Description: Malcolm is tall and skinny at 6' 2", and is slightly underweight for his height. Some might call him scrawny, though it's hard to tell how much muscle he has through his baggy clothes. He appears to most to be unassuming and nonthreatening, despite his height. In fact, he seems like just the type of person who used to get picked on during school. His thick rimmed black glasses and slouch only enhance this image.

Malcolm's hair is short, light reddish brown in color, and has a tendency to stick up at the top. His eyes are grey and his eyebrows are slightly lighter in color than his hair. The dark green jackets and robes he normally wears contrast sharply with his light skin. When he speaks, his voice is slightly high in pitch, and has a tendency to shrill when he's afraid. However, it can sound incredibly harsh when he's angry. Though he slouches when he stands, he walks with an odd amount of attitude for someone of his appearance.


Personality Description: The first thing one might notice about Malcolm is that he's energetic and rarely ever sits still. He's been like that ever since he was a child, and his mania has only calmed down slightly as he's gotten older. This energy expresses itself in everything he does. If he's happy, the people around him know it. If he's angry, the people around him are even surer to know it. If he's sad...well, it's pathetic, really. He has a tendency to walk back and forth when he's talking and gesture about wildly with his hands. He's incredibly expressive in his movements, tone of voice, and actions.

Eccentric is a good wood to describe Malcolm. He has ambition and ideas, but he never seems to be able to make them work. He first started dealing in potion ingredients as a way to experiment with concoctions, but the moment he'd start working on a project, he'd switch to a new one. His inability to complete a task has irked him his entire life, and he has deep seated issues with self-worth because of it. It's only recently that he's begun to set his mind on a clear-cut goal, but that goal  seems to be the only thing he's able to focus on with any amount of success.

Saying that Malcolm likes risk is a bit of an understatement. He absolutely thrives on risk. It makes him feel alive. It's an outlet for him, a way for him to burn off excess energy. Every day he involves himself in some level of risk in what he does, whether it's scoping out a potential customer, or carrying illicit goods. This does not, however, mean he's not careful. On the contrary, he's extremely careful when committing a crime. He has a strong sense of self preservation despite his love of risk, and one might even call him a coward. When danger stares him in the face, he would rather run than face the consequences. This has led to him having a reputation of being an unreliable trader in the past, a reputation that he's been working hard to fix in the last few years.

Those that don't know Malcolm would probably say that he's friendly and humorous, though a bit quirky. He puts a lot of work into seeming like a nice, funny guy. This isn't always an act, as he does have the capacity to care for other people, especially love interests. In fact, he can be a bit too loyal and giving to the right sort of pretty girl. However, those who anger him find that he has a harsh temper, and is quick to hate, sometimes to the point of obsession. He may have learned not to get into straight up fights, but he has friends, and he's not afraid to enlist them to aid in his vendettas. Malcolm can be positively cruel to those he feels have wronged him.

Malcolm is afraid of being at the bottom of the food chain again, and will do most anything he can to make sure he at least has -someone- lower than him. If this means putting someone down in conversation, he'll do it, but he'll try to do it as subtly or in as humorous a way as possible. He likes the feeling of being in control, and is beginning to crave it more and more.

History: Malcolm Baddock and Elise Baddock had a child that they named Malcolm in March of 1983. The Baddocks were considered pureblood up until 1954 when the amount of muggle blood in their line caused them to stop claiming the term. For all purposes though, Malcolm's immediate family considered themselves purists. Malcolm grew up in a magical neighborhood in London, and growing up had few friends. In fact, he was often bullied by kids larger than him, and more than once he came home from his outskirts into the neighborhood beaten up and bruised. He never got much attention for it from his parents, and his father would often tell him to just 'man up'. As he grew older though, his mother became increasingly overbearing and overprotective, and his father increasingly distant. By the time he got his Hogwarts acceptance letter, he couldn't wait to get out of the house.

Malcolm's ride to the school was fairly uneventful and he kept mostly to himself. He was nervous up until he was sorted into Slytherin, and his sorting was met with much cheering from his house. This was the first time in his life that he'd been met with any sort of acceptance from his peers, and he started the year excited for what was to come. Unfortunately for him, things went downhill from there. He was mercilessly teased by his classmates, and never seemed to be able to keep still in class, causing him to lose a good amount of points for his house. This only made the harassment worse, and it continued up until he was in his third year, when he viciously assaulted one of his tormentors with a chair, an action which landed him in detention for a month. After that, the harassment stopped, and for a while things were calmer for Malcolm.

As his schooling continued, his best subjects were potions, defense against the dark arts, and care and keeping of magical creatures. During his fourth year, he actually began to successfully socialize with the other students, and even managed to worm his way into the 'in' crowd with the help of his quick sense of humor. Malcolm barely took notice as stories of Voldemort's return reached the school, too caught up in his social life to care whether the dark lord returned or not. Sure, his parents quietly supported him despite their lack of pureblood status, but Malcolm didn't see why that mattered. Besides a bit of prejudice, Malcolm never had any real hatred for muggles or muggle-born. Even so, Malcolm did always have an interest in learning the dark arts. He just never saw Voldermort as a valid means to achieve that end.

When the battle of Hogwarts occurred, Malcolm was in his fifth year. It was his sixth year that he met his first real girlfriend, Dazmond Wiedman. Her intoxicating personality won him over within their first few conversations, but they didn't start dating until early in their seventh year. For a while, their relationship went well, as Malcolm was incredibly loyal and generally good about fawning over her. Malcolm finished school with passable grades, and moved into an apartment with Dazmond shortly after graduating. It was during this time that Malcolm got involved in illegal activity. He had been too afraid to break the rules while under the watchful eye of the professors, but now that he was free, he had the illusion of being able to do whatever he wanted.

Throughout his relationship with Dazmond, they both worked the black market while being financially supported by Malcolm's parents. After they moved in together, things became a bit more complicated than they had been at school. Malcolm was interested in illegal ingredients primarily to use them for his own invented concoctions, and it didn't take long for him to notice that Dazmond was quite a bit more skilled at potions than he was. This planted a seed of resentment in Malcolm, and as the years went on, the fights started springing up more and more. He still loved the woman, but it seemed to him that he was giving a lot more than he was getting. It was almost as if she didn't care for him at all.

This fact was revealed to him the night Dazmond poisoned him with a draught of death. When he woke up, most of his valuables were gone, along with most of his ingredients. Malcolm was crushed. Not only had his girlfriend of over three years left him, but she had utterly betrayed him as well. Malcolm moved back in with his parents and sulked for the better part of two years, during which time he remained jobless. It wasn't until 2006 that Malcolm got his own place again after his parents got sick of him. He reconnected with some of his old friends, and began the slow process of building himself back up again. It was during this time that he got into smuggling, drawn into it by a friend of his (a friend who later had to flee the country). Malcolm had a certain skill for keeping things hidden and appearing unassuming, so he was quite successful. After he built up a good store of galleons, he abandoned his dream of making new potions and began to focus more on establishing contacts in the underworld. He laid low for a while, biding his time and dealing only in the least dangerous illegal ingredients while taking great care to keep tabs on how the more experienced criminals handled their business.

Malcolm had a new dream. He'd heard that Dazmond had made quite a name for herself in the years he'd been away, no doubt having profited from what she stole from him. He couldn't let that stand. He'd come too far to let someone like her get away with doing that to him. He didn't want her dead, he wanted her destroyed. He would build up contacts and friends, crooks and allies. He would become the biggest dealer on the black market and run Dazmond out of business. If nothing else, it would destroy her pride.

He finally feels as if he's ready to enact his plan, after years of studying the movements of the illicit dealings in London. He's slowly started expanding his business, and has even taken on a few 'employees' to help keep him guarded as he makes transactions. He operates primarily out of Knockturn Alley, which is also where he keeps his current day job. At the moment, he's working on gaining allies to help with his business, and is considering hiring some more lackeys to help him deal with handling runespoor parts, something he's so far kept his hands clean of. Little does he know that the streets might prove to be more dangerous than he'd anticipated. He thinks he's seen all that London has to offer as far as crimes go, but he's very, very wrong. He's only scraped the surface.

Writing Sample: "You never really planned to pay me for those potions, did you Charlie?" Malcolm circled around the old man who had his wand out, keeping a fair amount of distance between the two of them. Footsteps echoed down the dark alley and then stopped somewhere behind Malcolm, who didn't have to look back to know that 'Clive' and 'Pip' had managed to catch up with them. The three of them had been walking through the streets when they'd spotted Charlie March, one of Malcolm's customers. Malcolm had been gracious enough to sell some potions to Charlie, who had no money at the time, provided he'd pay later with interest. Later never came. It'd been two weeks since he'd last seen Charlie, and he was anything but pleased. Apparently he didn't have enough of a cutthroat reputation to pull that kind of deal yet. He would have to change that.

Malcolm's face contorted into a grin and he held his arms out in an almost warm gesture, taking a few steps back toward his employees as he did so. "You can be honest with me. You didn't have to force us to chase you into a corner you know. We could just have a seat somewhere and...talk."

"I'll have your money tomorrow, now let me be before I-"

"Expelliarmus!" Clive didn't even let the old man finish his sentence before his wand was out and Charlie's wand was skittering across the worn cobblestone. Charlie scrambled down onto his knees in an attempt to grab his wand.

"Nice one, Clive," Malcolm quickly offered before skipping over to the man and kicking him down to the ground. "Charlie, there isn't going to be any money tomorrow." He drew his wand and pointed it at Charlie, a smug look spreading across his face. He normally disliked getting his hands dirty, but he had a reputation to build. "I'm going to give you a choice. Either you pay me -now-, or..." Malcolm looked back at the over-sized Pip, who only stared in that intimidating way of his. "Pip, don't you have that friend who went to Durmstrang?"

"Yeah," Pip replied.

"Didn't he teach you that really nice curse?" Malcolm glanced back at Charlie.

"Yeah."

"Alright, just checking." Malcolm stretched his neck and then leaned down close to Charlie. "Look, I'll even been nice. You give me what you have on you now, and I'll come back for the rest later." He didn't want to hurt the guy, but he was really trying Malcolm's patience. He felt a drop of rain hit him on his nose. Wonderful. He leaned back a bit, wand still pointed at Charlie to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.

Charlie, for his part, simply curled up into a sitting position on the cobblestone. He looked up at Malcolm with tired, weary eyes that still somehow managed to contain a flicker of resentment. Good, Malcolm thought. Charlie didn't want this to happen either. He riffled through his unwashed robes and pulled out a small sack, which Malcolm then snatched out of his hand. The sack was moderately heavy, and judging by the weight contained more than enough coin to pay off Charlie's debt.

Malcolm's face darkened. Not having the money he could understand, but willfully running away from a debt he could pay? Without a word he stood up and took a few steps back. The rain began to beat down, splattering up from the cobblestone. He walked back towards his two employees, trusting them to keep their wands on the old man. As he walked past them, he muttered three words.

"Lock his legs."

Malcolm, his head thick with anger, barely even heard the incantation and yells that followed.

Sum up your character in one paragraph: Malcolm is a ruthless black market salesman who hides his trade through a mixture of friends, luck, and quick wit. Most of his life he's been given the short end of the stick, so he's eager to make a name for himself using his new-found charisma. He's slowly attempting to rise in the ranks of the underworld, partially to spite his ex and partially to give him something to channel his energy into. Malcolm is energetic, witty, and charismatic in a weird sort of way. He's only barely managed to keep his operations a secret from the Ministry so far, and his luck is bound to run out sooner or later, if not with the Ministry, then with the dangers of the city.