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.Basic Information.
Full Name: Marcus D. McCutney
Nickname: Mark, Mar-mar (Just Liz for teasing), mainly just Marcus
Age: 11
Birthdate: December 9
House: Hufflepuff
Blood Type: Halfblood
.Appearance.
Eye Color: Dark brown; almost black
Hair Color: Light brown
Hair Length: Barely his ears
Height: 5'1
Body Type: Slim, with a childish, permanently pink face
Distinguishing Marking(s): None
Other: ALWAYS wears a hat. Doesn't matter how much trouble he'll get in.
.Preferences.
Likes: Card games, happy people, his friends & family, hats
Dislikes: The caretaker (Incredibly scared of him), prejudice, snobs, teasing
Strengths: Fair, good at entertaining, respectful, optimistic
Weaknesses: Accident prone, naive, talks waay to much, overly sensitive
.Family.
Father: Johnathon McCutney (Pureblood)
Mother: Elijah McCutney (Muggle)
Siblings: Jerrod (Twelve years older, works at St. Mungo's), Liz (two years older, Ravenclaw)
Pet: Will be buying an owl soon.
.Personal History.
From the moment he could talk, Marcus was the most talkative person he knew. He loved to talk and chat and go around and just be a happy person. He and his older siblings were constantly talking about everything and anything; what they wanted to do, their favorite flavor of Bertie Bott's, anything. His own decline started when Liz became reclusive. As she cut herself off from society, he was only four and he felt the pain of it. Did this happen to everyone, he wondered? Only time would tell.
And tell it did. So convinced was he that at 6 you became less social, he actually did, though his decline was far slower. It took until he was nine to actually be considered even remotely depressed. That was when his love, or as some have called it mildly unhealthy obsession, with hats came about. They were his protection. They were a shield; if he could keep the rest of the world from getting in, maybe he could keep the bad things out.
Within a year he was fine again, purely because Liz had become social again and had gone happily off to Hogwarts. He watched as she came back increasingly happily every time and was filled with wonderful thoughts about the school. He can't wait to go to Hogwarts, or even to start buying things for it. He only hopes that he's allowed to have hats in class, or detention would be often and very close; even though he no longer needs them for protection, he's been using them so long he'd feel naked without them.
.Other.
How did you find us?
A few friends.
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