Harry Motherfuckin’ Potter OC Pt. 2
Basic Information
Full Name: Eden Dolion Alaister-Harrow
Meanings: Eden; Place of pleasure and delight, Dolion; Deceit & Betrayal, Pagonis; Peacock/Vain & Showy, Harrow; To Ravage/Plunder/Seize or Capture
Nickname(s): Crow, Peacock, Big Bastard, Shifty Shit
Birthday: 9/24/1979 (Month/Day/Year)
Age: Eleven (At start); Twelve (when in school)
Zodiac: Libra
Gender: Nobody knows (Genderless/Neutral/Intersex/Fluid)
Pronouns: They/Them He/Him She/Her (They do not care)
Romantic Orientation: Biromantic
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: African-American/Greek
Current Location (Home): New York & Washington
Living Conditions: High-Class, Cleanly, safe
Title(s): The Bosses Kid, Next in Line, Underboss, Second in Command
Background
Birthplace: Jersey City, New Jersey
Hometown: Stenhekin, Washington
Social Class: Upper/Higher Class
Education Level: Slightly elevated/Eighth Grade
Father: Alfe Bertrand Harrow (Wizard/Unknown Location)
Mother: Kalma Solanine Alaister (Mob Boss/Alive)
Sibling(s): None
Birth Order: N/A
Children: N/A
Pet(s): Parson’s Chameleon (Fem;Named Chel), White Bellbird (Male;Named Albert Anastasia)
Other Important Relatives: Aunt (Runs personal Safe House; Named Dionisia Hemkock Alaister)
Previous Relationships: None
Arrests: Wanted American Criminal
Prison Time: Over one life sentence
Occupation & Income
Primary Source of Income: Working under Mother (Mafia)
Secondary Source of Income: Mixologist/Bartender (Illegally)
Tertiary Source of Income: Underground Fight/Dog Fight ring (Super Illegal)
Approximate Amount Per Year: $3,476,450 USD (£672843.95 Pounds)
Content with their Job (Or Lack their Of): Entirely Content in their situation
Past Job(s): Barista
Spending Habits: Fast Food, plushies, weapons of all kinds
Most Valuable Possession: A Dakin Garfield Plush
Skills & Abilities (Ten point scale)
Physical Strength: 8/10
Offense: 10/10
Defense: 7/10
Speed: 8/10
Intelligence: 6/10
Accuracy: 8/10
Agility: 8/10
Stamina: 10/10
Teamwork: 5/10
Talents: Hand to hand combat, Marksmanship/Gun wielding, knife combat, blunt object combat, chemical weaponry, torture techniques, leadership, planing, intimidation
Shortcomings: Magic, listening, anger management
Language(s) Spoken: English (American & British), Modern Greek, Slav-Macedonian
Drive?: Able too (illegally)
Jump-start a Car?: Able too
Change a Flat Tire?: Able too
Ride a Bicycle?: Not able too
Swim?: Able too
Play an Instrument?: If screaming counts
Play Chess?: Not able too
Braid Hair?: Able too
Tie a Tie?: Able too
Pick a Lock?: Able too
Physical Appearance & Characteristics
Face Claim:
(Found on Pinterest!! If anyone finds the original, please tell me so I can credit!!!)
Eye Color: Deep Brown/Black
Hair Color: Black
Hair Type/Style: Voluminous & Fluffy, curly and course; Large Afro puff that covers the eyes and stops on the bridge of the nose, back stops at the bottom of the head.
Glasses/Contacts: Needs reading glasses
Dominant Hand: Left hand
Height: Six ft One in; 182 cm
Weight: 150 lbs; 68 kg
Build: Sleeper
Exercise Habits: Every other day;Switch arms and legs every other day
Skin Tone: Dark brown with deep brown freckles
Tattoos: A Family Crest on the chest (above the heart) and sleeve of ravens/crows/the night
Piercings: Full ear, septum, snake bites, tongue, sternum
Marks/Scars: In general around the chest/neck/face; bullet grazing on the neck, rope burns on arms/chest, bullet wounds on one knee, a thin scar across the eye (no blinding)
Notable Features: Sharp teeth (shark-like), painted nails (usually black, green, or gold)
Usual Expression: A wide grin, teeth on full display; muscles are usually tensed (only un-tensed around trusted friends/family); eyes are wide and alert
Clothing Style: Black Tie/Formal; Suits, ties, long cocktail dresses, lace/velvet gloves, etc
Jewelry: A silver tooth, family ring on right pinky finger
Allergies: Fur, peanuts
Body Temperature: 99° F (37.2° C)
Diet: High carb, many vegetables, many fruits, hates banana
Physical Ailments: Ears are a bit shot/slightly deaf (blame the gunshots)
Psychology
Jung Type: ESTJ-A
Jung Subtype: Extorvert
Enneagram Type:
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Temperament: Sanguine/Chloeric
Element: Air/Fire
Primary Intelligence Type: Itrapersonal Intelligence
Approximate IQ: 120
Mental Conditions/Disorders: Paranoia, PTSD, schizoaffective disorder, BPD
Sociability: Extremely
Emotional Stability: Extremely Unstable
Obsession(s): Friendships/Relationships
Compulsion(s): Making sure area/position/place/building is safe, checking on friends to make sure they’re safe
Phobia(s): Autophobia, Aphenphosmphobia
Addiction(s): None
Drug Use: Cigar (tobacco)
Alcohol Use: Various kinds
Prone to Violence?: Absolutely, Extremely
Mannerisms
Speech Style: Constantly joking with dark humor, uses formal language
Accent: Slight New York
Quirks: Runs fingers through hair, bites tongue and lips till they bleed
Hobbies: Mixology, roller skating, assembling/dissembling weapons
Habits: Spinning pencil/pen like a butterfly knife, unneeded flirting
Nervous Ticks: Punching solid objects, scratching skin
Drives/Motivations: Money, making others uncomfortable, defending friends
Fears: Getting kidnapped, Mother betraying them/Betraying their Mother, killing Mother
Positive Traits: Fiercely loyal, somewhat logical, physically inclined
Negative Traits: Batshit insane, heavy trigger finger, incredibly violent
Sense of Humor: Extremely dark and constant, a coping mechanism
Do they Curse Often?: All the God Damn time
Catchphrase(s): “Now, let’s fight like real men.” “Jesus motherfucking CHRIST.” “I’m going to rip your nerves out and tie you into a braided knot.”
Favorites
Activity: Mixing drinks, rolling blunts, making money
Animal: Chameleon’s, Lyrebird
Beverage: Fluffy Duck (alcohol)
Book: Mob Girl ~ Teresa Carpenter
Celerity: Al Capone
Color: Teal, Crimson
Designer: Christian Lacroix
Food: Deep Dish Pizza, Strawberry ice cream
Flower: Chrysanthemum
Gem: Pearls
Holiday: Mother’s Birthday
Mode of Transportation: Car
Movie: The Godfather
Musical Artist: Frank Sinatra
Quote/Saying: “Gag me with a Spoon.”
Scenery: A dark warehouse only lit but a single cigar
Scent: Tobacco and gunpowder mixed with blood
Sport: Baseball
Sports Team: METS BABY LETS GO METS ITS ALL ABOUT THE METS LETS GO METS BABY
Television Show: Family Matters
Weather: slightly overcast, little humid
Vacation Destination: The Bahamas
Attitudes
Greatest Dream: To take over the Family Business
Greatest Fear: Failing Mother
Most at Ease When: With Mother/Friends
Least at Ease When: Alone with their thoughts
Worst Possible thing that could Happen: Mother dies by their hand
Biggest Achievement: Taking down a rival groups kid
Biggest Regret: Getting close to that kid and gaining genuine love/respect for them
Most Embarrassing Moment: Walked in on a meeting in pajamas
Biggest Secret: Has killed a few wizards (both knowing and unknowingly)
Top Priorities: Keeping friends safe, pleasing Mother, keeping Mafia safe
Wizarding
House: Slytherin
Wand: Pine wood with a phoenix feather core, 13 and rigid flexibility
Standing: Half-Blood, Metamorphmagus/Animagi
Animagus: Lyrebird
Pet: White Bellbird (Male; Albert Anastasia)
Top Classes: Transfiguration & Charms
Affinity For?: Dark Magic
Affiliation: Our fuckass group (name work in progress)
Backstory:
Eden was born to a single mother in the heart of New Jersey, and immediately their fate was set in stone.
They were destined to take on their mother’s business, being taught for day one that the world was cruel and not worth any light, only the darkness they will inevitably find.
They were hidden from public view for years, which severely impacted their psyche. Declared criminally insane, that’s what they all said Eden would be when they finally started to work…
It was fine, fun even! to be covered head to toe in the sticky red substance that others would call blood. What they did came naturally, weapons becoming an extension of themself. Teeth, bones, severed limbs, they all became trophies that proved Eden earned their spot next to Mother, as the Underboss.
It came as a shock that they were of magical descent, never believing in the mythological. There was no point, no physical evidence, at least, not until Eden subconsciously transformed into a past victim when speaking about the things they did to his corpse. Sure, they were used to looks of fear from their men but damn that weren’t this bad before.
It was a weird talk, having to hear about their Father who wore robes n’ shit and cast spell and blah blah blah, they honestly fell asleep in the middle of it all.
It ended with them getting a bunch of… Knuts, sickles and galleons?? And told they were going to a magic school for a couple years and that it would be safer????? Alrighty then, whatever Mother says goes.
Now they’re here, traumatized and tired, riddled with dark humor and the tiniest understanding of magic, a weird ass stick and some other guys.
Maybe they can make a Wizard mafia… wonder if any of these stick twiddlers know how to fight fist to fist.
Miscellaneous
They have killed before and will do it again.
DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK HUMOR DARK H-
If you really wanna get to know this bitch you’re gonna have to PRY-
They bring roller skates to Hogwarts and rollerblade around but always keep them under their cloak, so people just think their fast as fuck boiiii
Can and will tell you how to disassemble any gun imaginable and perfectly rebuild it from memory but will struggle with basic grammar
Can only swim due to assassination attempts. Can also taste/smell many types of poisons, same reason
They’ve beat up Draco before.
Fucking hate Dumblebitch (real)
They once opened an underground bar for ghosts and only closed it when the ghost started acting batshit insane and drunk and the smell could be traced back to the Slytherin
(Any questions please ask I’ll probably write a more cohesive backstory later I’m tired lololol. Questions are more than welcome tho I did make this bitch on a whim!!!)
@libraryraccoon I deserve a damn award for this.
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