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daniel william lloyd
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
AGE: nineteen
FACE CLAIM: kellan lutz
YEAR: gryffindor alumni
HOUSE: gryffindor alumni
OCCUPATION: curse breaker for dervish and banges
BLOOD TYPE: muggleborn
WAND TYPE: 11 1/2", dragon heartstring, sycamore
PETS:
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ABILITIES: n.a.
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Lloyd Family Clock
Most magical families had one, and even if the Lloyds were a very muggle family, they were no exception. The hand that represented Daddy, Patrick Lloyd, was usually between 'Work' and 'Hospital', which can be one and the same for a doctor such as Patrick. The hand that represented Mummy, Gillian Lloyd, was usually at 'Home' or 'Work'. As time passed, there would be eight hands on that clock in total, each hand representing a member of the family. Marv was the third hand added to the clock, his hand going everywhere from 'Quidditch' to 'Home' to 'Hospital', and even on one occasion, 'mortal peril'. As a three year-old child, Dan loved to observe the clock, liked to see all the gears and weights move, and would sometimes just stand in front of the clock, regarding it with juvenile curiosity. Even at a young age, the boy had a fascination with baubles. And, too his glee, it wasn't long before he himself was added to the family clock, his own hand being put up. Soon would come his brother, Lancaster, who's hand was everywhere, just like Marv's. Chaunce, or as Dan liked to call him, Chauncey, was everywhere, too, as soon as he could get moving and was allowed. Lyanna cam next, with her hand usually being on 'Home', 'Library' or 'Hospital' (with their father - she was the only one who went to the hospital with their father instead of going to the hospital with injuried, and Dan made sure of that). Then little Colton, the family baby, who's hand rested on 'Quidditch' much more often then the others in the family.
Yeah, Dan had a huge family, and the clock was needed to keep track of them, but he loved them all. He loved them all. His Dad was someone he admired greatly, as a doctor he was the type of bloke who cared for others. Mum was always a wonderful person, too, full of life and love (though many of Dan's early memories of her had to do with her nagging at him or his brothers for the various stunts they pulled). Dan was pretty brassed when they separated, but he loved them individually. Marvin was great, a good brother and a great friend. Lancaster was a
Little Wronski Broomstick
The Lloyds weren't rich, despite the professions of their parents, and the children usually had fun with what they had, but that didn't stop Daniel from stopping and staring at that window display in Diagon Alley. There it was. The Little Wronski broomstick. Dan wasn't the only child grabbing his parents hand and leading them to the display. The thing looked brilliant! It was a broom for lads his age, one that many Witches were fine with getting for their children due to the fact that it had enough cushioning charms to guarantee safety, but also amused children because it was fast (relatively speaking) all the same. Still, his mum took his hand and led him away from the display, and the young six year old Dan begrudgingly followed. A week or two passed, and though he had not forgotten about the broom, it was pushed to the back of his mind now, as his birthday party was coming up. The Lloyd home was usually bustling with activity, but now it was especially so as Dan had invited quite a few friends over from school. Most played on his rugby team with him, so the group of boys went outside and knocked the stuffing out of each other for a while, came in, and, after eating a bit of cake, left. Which was when the Lloyd parents called their small army of children together, and gave Dan a gift from them. He let out a squeal of joy upon opening it. The Little Wronksi was his.
And that started his love of Quidditch. When playing with the kids of his mum's friends, i.e. other magical children, he'd play a variety of broom games, though Quidditch became the most prevalent fast, and found himself a great keeper. He was a giant fan of Puddlemere United, and would later become a keeper for the Gryffindor team. He can never pass up a chance to tease Chaunce about not playing the game for his school team, telling him that he didn't play because he's so small, and tease his other brothers occasionally on the matter too. Well, teases all of them except his youngest brother, that is. He stills takes Colton to Quidditch games with him when he can, knowing full-well how much he likes the sport, Dan was even asked to join the Falmouth Falcons, but due to his parents' split he was a bit too out of it and stressed to join. And it all started with a Little Wronski Broomstick.
The Sorting Hat
Dan wasn't nervous at all. He didn't care where he ended up, so long as it wasn't Slytherin. That didn't stop him from sweating and fiddling his fingers a bit though. He'd met two blokes on the Hogwarts Express, who were standing by him, and in an attempt to let out of of the nervous anticipation he had inside of him, he was joking and laughing about with them. The Head Mistress didn't seem to be too fond of this, though, as she yelled at them to get back in line, which they did quickly. He caught Marvin's eye out of the corner of his own, and gave a confident grin and nod to him, and waited until his name was called. But when it was, he walked up and sat down, his confident facade had dwindled a bit. The hat took a few moments with him, suggesting multiple houses, though eventually it rightened up and screamed 'GRYFFINDOR', sending him to the house of red and gold as it did. A roar erupted from the table of the lion as he came and sat down. Daniel was saddened by the two mates he met on the train not joining him, but he was in a bit of shock, too. The hat had given him some insight he didn't want to think about.
A voice spoke in the eleven year-old's head. 'Hmmm... Slytherin would do you good, you know, despite your dislike of the house. You'd fit right in, with your ambition to outshine your brothers and your want to achieve wealth for yourself. You've always had a curiosity in those dark things that you shouldn't, just like many others. No? Ravenclaw's also fitting for one as inquisitive as yourself. You do have a knack for inventng things. But you're a much more practical person then that. You prefer to work with your hands and create the physical, instead of invision and calculate out possibilites and write out essays. If you can't see of feel it, it scarcely exists for you. Nothing wrong with that.... Hufflepuff?... No, no. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer Slytherin? No? I guess your courage, willingness to travel into the unknown, daring, and bravery will put you in... GRYFFINDOR' Daniel got off the stool and walked towards the red and gold table with a bit of shock. Stupid Sorting Hat didn't know what he was talking about.
Nose-Biting Teacups
Third year was the first year he was allowed into Hogsmeade. And the first year he visited the love of his schoolboy-hood life: Zonko's. Sure, Hogsmeade had some other attractions, like the Three Broomsticks, and that Quidditch shop that he went to often, but Zonko's was king. It had everything he needed to get out of class, mess with prefects, and screw around with his buddies. His first time there, he stocked up on some stuff, mainly those ingenious Teacups, and ended up getting a horrid detention later on as a result (hey, it was his first time using the stuff. He didn't know the ins and outs quite yet). The second time he went, he started buying things for his younger siblings who couldn't go yet, and made a good profit out of that (so maybe he exaggerated the prices of their merchandise a bit, and kept the extra. He didn't like to think of it as 'unfair extra charges', he liked to think of it as 'delivery fees'). Up until sixth year, the place to find Dan during Hogsmeade weekend was Zonko's, and it was a place he was banned by the professors from after an incident with their products, resulting in him having to sneak in. Honestly, how could anyone be surprised? He was a Lloyd after all, and if there was one thing that definitely united all Lloyds, it was their knack for trouble-making. Dan doesn't think his father ever forgave him for the time he replaced his teacup with one of Zonko's famous Nose-Biting Teacups
The Hogwarts Express
Dan had never been so filled with anger in his life. Split. They were going to bloody split. Dan was petty livid at the thought. They were being selfish, not being able to stay together. He, Lancaster, and Chaunce were in important bloody parts of their lives, trialing parts in their schooling, as Dan was in his N.E.W.T.s year, Lancaster was in his first year of N.E.W.T.s classes, and Chaunce was in his O.W.L.s year, and here his parents were, deciding to add more stress to their plates. Firstly, it was selfish for them to not be able to put up with any differences they had, after all those years of marriage, but secondly it was selfish for them to do it at such a bloody inopportune time. As if Chaunce wasn't getting in enough trouble, he was now beyond bad in his rebellious behavior. Colton was acting... sad? depressed? sorrowful? and it was horrid to see him like that, withdrawn and downcast. Lyanna was deeply hurt by it too, even if she tried not to act like it. And Dan? He was raging. Not sad, not breaking rules for no reason (honestly, Chaunce, that isn't going to bring them back together), and not withdrawn. No, he was furious. He never had entered anything like a rebellious phrase, and hadn't ever gotten into any big arguments with his parents, but right now he was wondering how e could be so blind to how prat-ish they were. The seventeen year-old boy needed a break. He needed to take a walk. Which was why he headed to the Forbidden Forest. To clear his mind.
Dan didn't see anything wrong with it. He was an adventurous lad, and he'd been there tens of times before, and he was near top of his class in Defense Against the Dark Arts. So alone, the Lloyd boy made his way into the forest. It was going good for a long while. He saw a few spiders, caught whiff of a Niffler, and thought he may have even seen a Fire Crab, When he started to get an eerie feeling about him. He usually dealt with things by anger, but he found himself feeling empty, sad and cold. Which was about the time that he was it some sort of gliding hooded-ghost demon thing. And it was heading towards him. Fast. He froze, his mind racing, as he reached for his wand. Then a thought reached him. Dementor. He'd heard about them, but never expected to combat one, especially not in the Forbidden Forest. He raised his wand, towards the creature, mumbled a quick knock-back jinx, and thought on the correct counter spell. Ah, that was right, he pointed his wand again, mustered the thought of getting his first broom stick, and yelled an 'EXPECTO PATRONUS'. A silver-y Bull shot out, and charged the hooded creature. Dan, exhausted, sat down and looked away as the bull attacked the Dementor.
He was tired, but after that brief, but terrifying, run in with the dementor, he was thinking it in his best interest to get home before something else tried to kill him. Hearing a crunch behind him, he walked faster, but didn't look back. It went away for a while. Then returned, full force. He glanced, ever so slightly, behind him. Then took off at a run. A Banshee? In the Forest? Nope, nope, nope, he was not in any mood to be dealing with that. When he heard someone - was that one of his brothers? - gurgle out his name. He stopped and pivoted, and made his way back. Where he got to see Chaunce? Colton... Lancaster? bleeding on the ground. He was confused. The body kept morphing slightly, into different brother and friends and family. Then, suddenly, it shot up, looking like Chaunce with green-tinged skin and long hair, similar to that of a banshee's.. What? He paused, confused. Then, thinking of how odd the situation was, laughed despite his initial fear. The Chaunce-lookalike backed up, and morphed again. This time it was Marvin with luscious locks and green-ish skin. He laughed a bit harder. And, with a pop, the thing was gone. Odd? Yes. But Dan had decided, in his mind, that it was defeated entirely because of him. So he started walking back to the castle with a lot more pep in his step.
He looked into his textbooks from Defense Against the Dark Arts, and found that he was right in thinking the first thing he encountered was a Demeantor, and that the second must've been a confused Boggart. And, reading that both were challenging to fight off, his confidence surged. His anger at his parents dwindled, being replaced by arrogance. He was good enough to fight off a bloody dementor, and a Boggart. He didn't need to be worried their selfish behavior. He could fight off anything now. What little worry he did still feel, he drowned out in reading DADA books and practicing various charms. And by joining the Dueling club, and excelling in that. His mum and dad sent him multiple owls asking who he'd want to stay with during Winter Break, but he ignored them, focusing on Quidditch, Dueling, and N.E.W.T.s. Dan guess they figured that he'd make his choice on his way back to London on the train. Nope. He didn't go. He stayed at school. It was empty, yeah, and a bit lonely, but he focused on the former and made the most of an empty school. And made the most out of not having to deal with any troubles at home. The same happened during spring break. The owls that previously were asking if he were going home or not changed to owls asking if he was alright, asking him how school and like likes were. One even said that they'd be glad to see him when school was over. He laughed at that one. He wasn't ever planning to come home. Chaunce, however, had something else to say to that, and dragged him onto the Hogwarts Express while giving him an earful. He met his parents at King's Cross, but things were tense there. Dan made tense small talk, but afterwards, he headed out to a flat that he and some friends had all banded together to pay rent on. Awkward though his relationship with his parents was, he was glad that Chaunce had talked him into boarding the Hogwarts Express.
Plague Doctor's Mask
Dan would be lying if he said he didn't have a bad feeling about this old man . Two years he'd been working at Dervish and Banges, two wonderful years, and never had he seen someone as sketchy looking as this man. Usually, Dan only handled objects, not the people, but today was a Thursday, the least active of the week, so he was running the store single-handedly today. Despite his feelings about the man, he was still inclined to greet him. The man, who had lived either a very long or very stressful life judging by his snow-white hair, set down a mask and said that he was looking to sell it to the shop. Dan asked what it did, and the man simply replied that he wasn't sure, he only knew that it had been in his family for some time. Dan nodded at that statement. It wasn't unusual to hear something like that. Odd to hear from an odd man, yes, but Dan wasn't one to judge. He told the man to come back later, while he himself went to appreciate it. Walking back to his workbench, Dan smiled. He loved this job After doing the standard series of charms that were used to see what enchantments were on it, he'd found that though it acted... odd, there wasn't anything that enchanted on it. So Dan waited for the man so he could break the news to him in the best way possible. But he never returned. Three days, and still he didn't show as much a hide or hair. Still, Dan didn't want to scrap the mask. So he kept it, deciding that he'd give it back if he evers aw the man again, but enjoying the new, slightly creepy mask he was now in possession of while he could. It sits above his bed to this day.
Dan loved his job. It had a mix of danger, which his Gryffindor heart loved, and added in mystery, which the bit of Ravenclaw in him adored. He could see his brothers in school every Hogsmeade weekend, he got to challenge himself to break the various curses on objects, and no day was ever the same. What wasn't to love? He was still staying in a flat in Bradford, and rarely made to see his parents. Life was good. Still, there was something odd about that Plague Doctor Mask, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he couldn't quite move himself to put it in the trash either. Odd...
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HEY MY NAME IS JUNIOR, AND I ALSO PLAY JOSEPH BREWER, DARRIUS ZABINI, and MICHEAL CORNER. I FOUND THE SITE THROUGH BEING HERE.
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