Deus Deres
 | |
| Deus Dunleavy Deres | |
|---|---|
| Biographical Information | |
| Born | 3 September 1992, 20 |
| City of Birth | Crovie, Scotland |
| Blood status | Half-blood |
| Physical Information | |
| Species | Part Selkie |
| Gender | male |
| Height | Average |
| Hair Colour | Brown |
| Eye Colour | Hazel green |
| Magical Characteristics | |
| Wand(s) | |
| |
| Education | |
| School | Hogwarts |
| House | Slytherin |
| Class of | 2011 |
| Occupation | |
| |
| Character Information | |
| Playby | Tyler Blackburn |
| Dlee | |
Deus Deres is an easy-going, socially apathetic Scot with some seriously hazy ethics and tendency towards delinquency. He's got a sketchy background, and it manifests itself in behaviors that one of these days are going to get him expelled. He's self-preserving, a bit of a slacker (ambition is for the future, academia is not his realm to shine) and a total flirt. He flirts with everyone and everything, from his best mate to the little old lady in the portrait down the hall. Too lazy and too socially apathetic to judge, he sees no reason to try and impress people and his expectations of his peers are pretty lax. He likes to listen to people, know what's going on, and play cards. But heads up? He cheats.
History
Deus was born in a fishing village near one of the smallest towns in Scotland—good old Crovie. It was a very isolated little village on the edge of the island, with about four families in charge of maintaining and overseeing the operation, which involved regulation of local magical populations of sirens. Unfortunately, it was so isolated that when Deus's Mom and Dad died of a magical fever that came through during the chaos of time, it was too remote to get word to the Healers and get them there in time to save his parents. Deus was taken in by his uncle.
His uncle was, and is, a criminal. Small-time stuff, not enough to bother the Ministry much at first, especially with all the rest going on, but he tended to leave Deus with a family friend—a young, sarcastic woman whose father owned the Lazy Kelpie, a pub for the magicborn in Northern Scotland. She was in charge of laundering for the organization, moving stolen goods and the like. She got caught and hauled away when Deus was 10, and he misses her, but she's due to get out of jail soon. Point is, crime and secrecy are in his blood and in his brain from a young age.
There was never much doubt that Deus was a wizard. One of his earliest memories is being chastised by Pa Quigley—the owner of the Lazy Kelpie—for trying to go swimming with a selkie child he'd been playing on the beach with, the problem with that being that it was February. Pa Quigley was never really one for children, or for distinguishing between appropriate and inappropriate language, and Deus looks back on that memory with a sort of gleefully amused fondness. His abilities began manifesting when he was fairly young, and in line with the rest of his doings, it was pretty subtle. Haley Quigley—his primary caretaker—nearly skinned him alive when she found out he was behind all of the patrons mysteriously tipping over 20%. His folks had a little money put away for him when his letter came, but his Uncle had gambled most of it away, so folks at the Lazy Kelpie pitched in to donate enough supplies to get him through the first year—provided he pay them all back with 30% interest. But hey, that's their way. Apparently, those at Hogwarts figured he was young enough to be redeemed and not held responsible for his family, foster or otherwise, and he's been there ever since. The Sorting Hat thought briefly about Ravenclaw, but Slytherin was the obvious choice.
He'd never admit it, but in his younger years, he was afraid every summer when he went back to Crovie that the occupants of the Lazy Kelpie would have packed up and moved out, as they're always threatening to do when the Ministry's sniffing their tails a little too closely. These days, he's hardened up a bit, and has realized that one of these summers, that will indeed be the case, and if isn't, then eventually it's going to be him that packs up and never goes back. He doesn't want to be a petty criminal like his uncle, answering to a bigger, badder criminal. Still, as long as Haley Quigley's coming back, and Pa Quigley's running the place, and the ragtag group of outlaws—including his uncle—that Apparates in to play poker, plan crime, and beat each other up every now and then is still coming to slog down firewhiskey, it'll be where Deus calls home.
Because Deus's home life has always been a little fragmented, it took some getting used to the regularity of Hogwarts. Luckily, he learned quickly, and after getting slack from the other Slytherins for losing so many points the first few weeks of classes, he shaped up, or at least learned to work the system and show up more or less on time to things. He's a planner, and when everyone begins panicking at the end of the year, Deus is the one selling note bundles and old essays in the back of the common room. He's got a reputation as a slacker among his professors, but he pays closer attention than most people think (as is usually evidenced in his final exam scores). Charms and transfiguration are his favorite classes—the latter for its potential smuggling applications, the former for its many varied applications. His reputation would suggest he spends most of his spare time smoking behind the Herbology greenhouses or in an empty classroom playing Wizard's Poker with the seventh years, and for the most part, that's true. But at least once a year, he gets that ambitious itch he needs to get out of his system, and he'll breeze into the library to research things like whether or not hijacking a portkey and redirecting the final destination is a viable possibility, and if it is, he'll work on it until he figures it out. He likes his reputation as it is—if folks think he's a no-account layabout, they won't be expecting him as the one who hijacked the Floo Network in ten years to kidnap a well-to-do Witch Heiress for ransom, will they? Doesn't happen often, but he is thinking about his future, for all that it's not very obvious.
He can't get quite get away from his uncle and his criminal buddies, and nor does he really want to—it's a family, it's a living. It's not glamorous, but he's good at it, and he's got some morals, so he figures better him than someone with none. He spends his summers sleeping in a loft over the Lazy Kelpie, waiting tables and keeping his head down as long as the Ministry is keeping an eye on the building. For now.
