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HEADCANON #1 FOR MACKENZIE DUNAMIS
Following the Battle of Hogsmeade, Mackenzie was left for dead by his masters and later found by a kindly man who took him to his home and cared for him while his injuries healed. He owes a great deal to this man, but he could not betray his masters and thus, once he was healed, Mac had to return to Malachi and didn't know how to say goodbye or thank the man who had helped him but he plans to...eventually.
Aureliano Amadori
Nov 17, 2023 22:37:47 GMT posted via mobile
A what?
Nov 17, 2023 22:37:09 GMT posted via mobile
Definitely too young.
But cute.
But cute.
Nov 17, 2023 22:35:38 GMT posted via mobile
The Thing About Harry
Starring this boy's face claim <3
Starring this boy's face claim <3
Sept 9, 2023 15:24:37 GMT posted via mobile
Mackenzie Dunamis is completely enamoured with his master @sergei
LAST EDIT: Sept 9, 2023 15:25:06 GMT by Mackenzie Dunamis
Jul 13, 2023 4:14:31 GMT
MACKENZIE DUNAMIS
23 Nov 13, 1997 Caretaker Beauxbatons Graduate Pureblood England | PERSONALITY: Mac is a fairly smart individual. He excels at book smarts but he is otherwise incompetent in many ways. Even with his books. He cannot take a book off the shelf without dropping it. He has unsteady hands from nerves all his life having to live up to unreasonable expectations so he drops things all the time. People just think he is careless and clumsy but it’s literally a nervous reaction for him. He’s not very confident and has low self-esteem. He thinks he is unworthy of achieving any sort of recognition in life and therefore doesn’t bother to try. He’s been beaten down so much growing up that he has accepted his place at the bottom, as the doormat. Failure is something Mac is completely used to. Except in academics. He did well there when it’s all theory. When it came time to casting and practicing, he struggled – again, nerves. If he failed, Grandpa would be unhappy and when Grandpa was unhappy with him, it was better not to show his face at home. He really had to balance his theory and practical to get decent grades at Beauxbatons otherwise he knew what was in store for him when he returned for the summer months. ASPIRATION: Mac doesn’t have any real ambitions. They have been beaten out of him. All he really wants in life is for someone to look at him and say “You’re worth it.” He knows this will never happen though because he’s not. | LIKES: Tea Books Quiet Spaces Rain Sunflowers Classical Music – especially Morning Mood from Peer Gynt Suite by Edvard Grieg Affection Praise DISLIKES: Public Speaking Sharp Objects Bright Lights Rejection Bugs Criticism Not seeing the bottom while swimming – it’s unnerving Spoiling the ending of books and movies |
FAMILY MEMBERS. | Father – Phronesis Dunamis – Unknown Mother – Jane Marino (deceased) Grandmother – Luisa Marino Grandfather – Elio Marino |
CHILDHOOD. | His mother had been dating someone (Phronesis Dunamis) some twenty four years ago and her parents -who were very controlling people – felt he was not an appropriate lover for her to engage in a future with. Little did they know he would one day become Headmaster of one of the best schools for witches and wizards and could have helped Mackenzie be a better man. So, with reluctance, Jane had to call off her relationship, and this happened before she learned of her pregnancy. Mackenzie was born on a rather cold day in November. His grandparents were displeased by their half-blood grandchild born out of wedlock that they allowed Jane to give him his father’s last name as they tried desperately to displace him from the family. This disdain only grew. Jane, who loved Mackenzie dearly, could not understand how her parents could hold so much dislike for an innocent child and blame him for the mistakes of his parents. Jane did not think she had made any mistakes except for letting Phronesis walk away. His youth was a struggle. Having grandparents who disliked him but had to put up a front for the pureblood world. There was never any premise as to why they disliked their grandson and the man who had helped create him. Perhaps because he was not Italian? Who knew. It didn’t matter. When Mackenzie was around five years old, his mother got sick. She passed away shortly after that. Cancer. There was no one left who cared about Mackenzie well enough to show him love and affection. His grandmother took charge of him and did her best. She provided him with tutors, an education, and no time to dally on anything that was deemed a useless hobby. He spent his pre-school years living in a very small world where the only escape were the books he loved so dearly and the adventures they took him on. |
YEAR 01. | When he came of age, Mackenzie was thrilled to finally attend Beauxbatons – it was the closest school to his home in Italy. He would travel there by carriage and home again until he could live within the school when he turned eleven. He was astounded bu the Chateau. The gardens were beautiful and he was especially drawn to the bright yellow flowers in them that reminded him of the sunshine – something he saw little of during his time at home while being kept hidden away from the world as a disgrace. |
YEAR 02. | While he loved Beauxbatons, after his first year, his grandparents kept him home until he was old enough to remain during the school terms. He was homeschooled and miserable this year. It was just far too much effort to get him ready for the carriage every day and such a long trek for such a young child. Tutors were brought in to help him achieve the highest level of education he could. He was a bright young lad, they claimed that every time he took a test and did famously. |
YEAR 03. | He spent another, miserable year at home while all the other magical kids he had met his first year seemed to forget he had existed. Letters stopped coming and he slowly gave up caring about his studies. What was the point if he didn’t get to do it at such a fine establishment? It was about this year when Grandpa Elio became more aggressive with his punishments. If they were going to have a wretched grandchild he better at least perform well so they could marry him off to a decent family and be rid of him. Mackenzie had to pull up his grades real fast otherwise he got the belt. He got it more times than he could count during this year. |
YEAR 04. | He only had to survive one more year at home with his grandparents but by this point they were already discussing what they would do with him once he was old enough and a man. Mackenzie didn’t like these discussions. He wanted out. He attempted to run away from his grandparents and find his biological father. The man had to exist, right? He had no luck. He made his escape for two days before the police found him and returned him to the Marino estate. His grandfather locked him in his room like a prisoner after that. |
YEAR 05. | Finally, Mackenzie got to return to Beauxbatons. Unfortunately, the damage was already done and could not be undone. While he was free of the verbal and physical abuse at home, he had to face up to the reality of having no social skills and thus struggled hard to make friends in these early years. He would spend his free time in the garden talking to the sunflowers – he loved them the best. And despite having a rough second go at a first year at Beauxbatons it was still better than home. |
YEAR 06. | Mackenzie found a small group of students – the book club – who were a lot like him and preferred the quiet of libraries and spending time between the pages. He found his niche, some friends, it was nice. He did well in his studies, theoretically. His practical work was abysmal. His grandfather was not happy when his grades were reported and sent Howlers to embarrass him in hopes he did better. |
YEAR 07. | He actually went on his first date this year – with a girl from the book club. It was a disaster. Neither one of them knew what they were doing and when it came time to kiss her good night, they clocked heads so hard he was seeing stars and had to hang onto the wall to get back to his dorm. Man, her head was hard! Needless to say, there was not a second date and he earned a new round of insults. People called him helmet head and offered him protective spells so he didn’t harm anyone else when he tried to kiss them. It was embarrassing. |
YEAR 08. | Dating was out of the question. No one wanted him as their boyfriend anyway. He couldn’t even carry a cup of tea without spilling it on his pants. The more they laughed, the worse he got at being able to perform. Performance anxiety was becoming a real crutch in his life. He stumbled over his spells and messed them up all the time that he barely passed practical exams with anything but an acceptable. Grandpa Elio was not impressed. How was he supposed to become part of the magical research team if he couldn’t perform? It was not a good year, or summer. |
YEAR 09. | He just didn’t bother with people this year. He had to find his place in life. He had to be good at something. Nothing seemed to be falling into place for him. He even tried things such as helping in the hospital wing but he spilled he potions all the time and couldn’t keep wounds dressed – the tape always stuck to him instead! It was awful. That summer though, his grandmother got sick with dementia. He finally found something he could do. He looked after her. Despite dropping things and causing messes everywhere he went, he was somehow a comforting companion for her and ensured she had everything she needed. It seemed her dementia had allowed her to forget her disdain for him and they managed to enjoy each other’s company that summer. He hated to leave her for his final year. |
YEAR 10. | It was this year that Elio had to place Luisa into a nursing home. He could not care for her advanced dementia and when Mackenzie got the letter he was rather sad, but happy for her to go somewhere that special people could look after her properly. He didn’t know what he would do after he graduated though. Seemed his grandfather had it all figured out. Mackenzie would work for the research group. He would be their errand boy until he could prove himself and advance up the ladder. Great. At least he would be useful, and miserable. |
ADULTHOOD. | After graduation, Mackenzie was indoctrinated into the research group his grandfather founded and ran. He wasn’t given many specific roles but things like getting coffee, preparing meals, such things like he had done for his failing grandmother – things he could handle that were deemed womanly. Really, it was better than he expected. He could read and not be a bother unless someone needed him and that was what he did. His life had very little meaning for the most part. He existed. Then things started happening in the Europe. They heard about it in Italy. Whispers of a group rising to power. A man who had been foolish enough to try and wipe away prejudices. It all felt like before according to the older members of the research group. Except something was different and some of them went to England to investigate. They never returned. Had they died? One letter came that explained what was going on in detail. Research. This interested Mac’s grandfather and he began paying more and more attention. He even used Mac to help him gain more information. Mac was good at that. No one noticed him. They did not get involved in the Cremation. That was stupid. Once it crumbled, Elio struck. He heard rumors of the artificial werewolf and he wanted him. What Elio wanted, Elio got and thus the werewolf was in their grasps. Mac was charged with tending to him. Ensuring he was fed, watered, and escorting him to the transformation room and research rooms as needed. He was good at this. And he didn’t mind the werewolf. Sometimes he would even sit outside the cell and read to him when there was nothing else to do. On one particular evening, Mac accidentally fumbled the key to the werewolf’s cell and lost it. By the time he returned with the replacement, the werewolf was gone. Everyone knew it was his fault but you see, he had feelings for this man. He was not a monster. Unfortunately, the werewolf was recaptured and Mac was punished. A man was brought in who cast some dark, evil spell upon Mac and the werewolf, unknowingly binding their souls together. |
Special Situations
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RP SAMPLE (200 words min.)
Fashion was not Izanna’s forte. He left the dress with style to Nathaniel and preferred to dress, well, like an athlete. He wore clothing he could run away in. Clothing he could lounge in. Stuff he was comfortable being in because sweating his balls off in Quidditch robes was rather uncomfortable. Why would he want to go from uncomfortable sweaty robes to uncomfortable formal wear? Nope. Besides, this was a Quidditch after party. It wasn’t meant to be formal, it was meant to be fun. He had more fun when he was comfortable.
There was a light tickle where her fingers brushed his chest. She was flirting. He wasn’t dense in that matter. Pretty enough. Young. He’d have to spend a little more time with her to decide if there was anything worth sticking around for. “Oh well, it depends on how much trouble you want to get into.” The Norwegian man offered with his own coy, mischievous smile. “Our beater can get pretty steamed up by the littlest thing, especially when he’s had a few bubblies.”
His brow lifted when she said she knew everyone there. “Know or know of?” He would wager a bet that she did not know everyone there. There was a difference in knowing someone and knowing of someone. A good example was that she might know of him (Izanna Kingsley, Norwegian born and raised, Durmstrang Graduate, eldest son, yada yada yada) but did she know him (Izanna Kingsley who liked to test fly brooms at dangerous speeds, encourage his younger siblings to do stupid, dangerous dares, tease his cousin relentlessly for being a nerd who took a textbook to the beach instead of checking out bikinis) likely not. There was only so much an article could say about him and none of it touched on the truth of who he was.
“Should this concern me for everyone else in the room if I am the most intriguing?” There was nothing intriguing about him. He was just a man who loved quidditch, loved his family and didn’t care about how the world viewed him because the only people who mattered were the ones who loved him just as he was. He wasn’t a socialite. He didn’t bother with gossip or connections and since he had been raised in Norway and attended Durmstrang, he wasn’t at all familiar with the high society of England. He’d barely been in England a year.
“I’m Cassie, would have sufficed,” he commented. “Though, hearing I am your favourite chaser does make me question your judgment.” He offered with a playful grin.
There was a light tickle where her fingers brushed his chest. She was flirting. He wasn’t dense in that matter. Pretty enough. Young. He’d have to spend a little more time with her to decide if there was anything worth sticking around for. “Oh well, it depends on how much trouble you want to get into.” The Norwegian man offered with his own coy, mischievous smile. “Our beater can get pretty steamed up by the littlest thing, especially when he’s had a few bubblies.”
His brow lifted when she said she knew everyone there. “Know or know of?” He would wager a bet that she did not know everyone there. There was a difference in knowing someone and knowing of someone. A good example was that she might know of him (Izanna Kingsley, Norwegian born and raised, Durmstrang Graduate, eldest son, yada yada yada) but did she know him (Izanna Kingsley who liked to test fly brooms at dangerous speeds, encourage his younger siblings to do stupid, dangerous dares, tease his cousin relentlessly for being a nerd who took a textbook to the beach instead of checking out bikinis) likely not. There was only so much an article could say about him and none of it touched on the truth of who he was.
“Should this concern me for everyone else in the room if I am the most intriguing?” There was nothing intriguing about him. He was just a man who loved quidditch, loved his family and didn’t care about how the world viewed him because the only people who mattered were the ones who loved him just as he was. He wasn’t a socialite. He didn’t bother with gossip or connections and since he had been raised in Norway and attended Durmstrang, he wasn’t at all familiar with the high society of England. He’d barely been in England a year.
“I’m Cassie, would have sufficed,” he commented. “Though, hearing I am your favourite chaser does make me question your judgment.” He offered with a playful grin.
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Alias: Lou *hides*
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Elliott
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Emmy
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Frances
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Janie
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Joey
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Kevin
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