Marcel Donehoo

[marceldonehoo]

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

Name: Marcel Donehoo
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Year: 1st
Celebrity: Young Drake Bell {somewhat}

Facial Properties:
Alot of the time, people will tease him about his red hair. It's nerdy and ugly, says some of the girls, and the guys just laugh and point; especially the ones at his old muggle school. But that was before Marcel knew that he was a wizard, born and headed for Hogwarts; now his face is always shining bright, his eyes twinkle behind black-rimed, small glasses. His eyes are a seafoam green, with white-silver lining around them. The surrounding of his face is a long, oval shape, with his hair usually parted to "melt" with his actual face. Smooth lips are rarely used on anything but soda.
Physique:
Compared to most guys he is scrawny; no six-pack or straight-lined abs to show off the the ladies. That's probably one of the many reasons why he is not the charmer that females take for granted. Though, he isn't chubby at all, just no muscles are really to him. His hands are large and bony, him being medium height, and great for giving hugs.
He is a pale white during the winter, because of the lack of sunlight, and will rarely come to Hogwarts with a full tan on, and ready for swimming courses. No, he is more of a plain t-shirt-wearing kind of guys, that doesn't try to stick out, and doesn't even envy the ones that actually do.

Personality:

Not much can be said, other than the fact that throughout his life, Marcel was considered an outcast; even a "nerd", to some. It was mostly his role as teacher's pet that got him into that position in the first place, and the braces and glasses at age 9 didn't help either. Luckily the braces are gone, but large, black-rimmed glasses still remain on his face, and it sometimes makes him feel inferior to others. Confidence is a virtue, one thing that is unstabily in his vocabularly. His heart is strong, yet pained because of the years of mental and physical torture from his peers at his old muggle school. Mental battle scars keep him from getting too close to anyone special enough to become a 'true friend.'

He does not like to approach girls or talk to them voluntarily, but he isn't afraid to speak out his mind when he feels the time is right. Savior of the weak. Marcel's mother used to call him that, because of the way he will always stick up for anyone who is being mistreated or distressed beyond the point of normality. Many-a-black-eye have been gained because of this personality trait, but it never wavers, and he is consistant that no one or nothing can change his mindset from what he thinks is right. No one will be put down or bullied, without the aggressor being confronted straight back. Although...he isn't a people person, and will most likely end up being the only one standing his ground amongst a crowd.

Magic is a normal thing, with his mother being a understandable witch of the craft. She taught him many potions and spells, chants, and even some vodoo that she had picked up off of one of her earlier professors. It was strictly forbidden, she said, but fun to mess around with when nobody is looking. In most classes he is excellent, and when it comes to his educational standpoint, even bullying doesn't interrupt his train of thought. He could be hit upside the head with a textbook, and still continue on until the problem or assignment had been fulfilled. In essence...the teacher's dream student; the one that knows all the answers, and will do anything for you at the snap of a finger.

When he dreams, future memories of him being an expert wizard and exceeding of those who had put him down, fill his head. He loves to dream, to write, and to draw; all of which he is very talented at. His father taught him the basics about painting and sketching, but it was his mother who had begun teaching him the ways of sculpting and visual pictures. In his freetime, this lad will try to make images or abstract visuals out of nearly anything; grass, rocks, paper, leaves, folders..anything he can get his hands on.

This nerd may be small, and not that strong, but a fighter lives just below the surface.


Likes:

• The outcasts of the crowd, that everyone else usually ignores.
  
• People who stand out, and live life to the highest fun imaginable.
  
• Any type of warm-blooded animal.
  
• Teachers; yes, he is a teacher's pet that is a suck-up as much as possible.
  
• Rekke

Dislikes:

• Snakes, reptiles, and crawlies; they give him the creeps!
  
• Food. He rarely eats, even when nearly starving; its not that he is overweight, Marcel just thinks they're are better things to do than gorge yourself.
  
• Bullies
  
• Evil, knniving people who have nothing better to do than put others down.

History:
[Its from his point of view; 1st person]

Growing up in a poor family wasn't hard, it took some getting used to, but in the end, it was just another hurdle for me to go through. My father was a muggle, but he knew all about the craft, and all about magic itself. However, my magic blood, mother, died just two years ago...I don't think I've gotten over it yet. She was sweet and loving, and I'd do anything just to get her back; anything. I have only one thing of her's that I keep near and dear to me, and that was the owl that she has had since her 5th year at Hogwarts. His name is Rekke, a salt and pepper-colored snow owl who sticks out from most of the others, just like I.

Ever since I was real young, I began to notice that I didn't exactly fit in with the others guys. They all tried to act cool and be all depressed nearly all the time. I'm sorry, but I seriously can't do that. I wouldn't be able to stand myself if I stayed cooped up somewhere, or frequently talked to myself in maniac little rages. With the kids around my old muggle school I've seen too much of it not to despise those who do. I'm just hoping that Hogwarts is different.

No one quite understands me, which I'm okay with. They don't have to like me, talk to me, hang out with me, or do any of that stuff; just accept me for the fact that I'm not trying to override their 'coolness', with my plain, boring attitude. In all reality I don't try to be boring, it just seems that way to people who really haven't gotten to know me. So many times have bullies and other ingrates pushed me down or sent something of mine crashing to the floor, but I don't care. I'm only 10, and who knows what wonders could await me if I'd just open up for once.

When it comes to girls, I fall around the bottom of the totem pole. They are alien to me; never talking to me or usually not even looking in my direction. I get very nervous, and once I embarassed myself so much to a muggle girl by stuttering [something I usually don't do], that she laughed in my face and began a teasing spree that lasted for the rest of the year. Since then, muggle school has been a mess, and I'm glad that I've finally gotten to the age that I'm allowed to go to the wizadry school. My mother used to tell me that my first year would be my roughest, and the one that would prove to show out what kind of person I would become in the future. She said it was full of wonderful things, but that I needed to stay cautious. I hope she was right...


ABOUT YOU

Name: 'Wolfy' aka 'Naida Yeni'
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