Alan Dolus || Wizard

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BASICS | Personality, Looks & other stuff Name : Alan Dolus DOB : June 25th, 1996 Age : twenty-nine House : Thunderbird Blood Status : Muggle-Born Race : Human Home : Detroit, Michigan Wand : chestnut wood and snallygaster heartstring Bogart : ??? Patronus : ???

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'loneliness isn't the absence of people,' PERSONALITY xxxxxxxx xxxx 'He's odd.' 'Always has the head in the clouds that one.' 'I don't think Alan knows he exists on this world.' 'He hasn't changed from school.' Those are a few of the things people would say, if asked 'what is Alan like?' They missed that he was thoughtful, curious, and stubborn. But his 'oddness' was a huge part of what made Alan, Alan. He believed in the impossible, Thought that everything had some semblance of truth behind it. And he wanted to find that truth, the root of stories long since lost. Alan trusted his eyes, knew what he saw, knew other people thought he may have read a little to much. No worries, he just needed to convince them he was right. Most didn't see it this way, they saw him as weird. And an easy target. With how he lit up when someone asked him about his theories. He would go on and on and on. He can't tell when someone is making fun of him or not. The kids laughs were just them being interested. The nickname 'Alien Alan', just connecting him to his interests. Duh.

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Reducio Positive Compassionate Outgoing Curious Imaginative Negative Oblivious Impatient High Expectations for himself Pushy 'It's the absence of understanding.' As he grew this got better, the kids got bored. And he got a little better at spotting it. More so knew how and when people were being genuine. Started to understand that people didn't care about his ideas. He started to isolate himself, Journaling in his fifth year. The paper could listen, it didn't mind his ranting. Journaling became an escape. He loved it, his lips moved wordlessly as he wrote down his ideas. Mumbled to himself. He didn't have many friends, not at all. But it didn't matter, once he graduated, and came back. Alan came to be Headmaster with a wide smile, and ready to push students to learn more on there own. Having chosen to forget about how lonely he was, he lied. To a lot of people about that. But he was all ok, happy. Ready to help the new generation of students, and still hunt down answers to questions no one asked.

APPEARANCE xxxxxxxx xxxx Hair : Brown, Curly, & Short Height : 5'10" Eyes : Green/Hazel/Blue/No one really knows Style : Messy Acidemia, Basic Nails : Very short, bitten off Skin : Pale Smell : Dirt, Old Books, Coffee, to much cologne | | | | | | | Alan is tall-ish, but feels short compared to his mother and father, who both were 6 foot and higher. His hair is short, brown, and curly. He was blessed with clear skin, free from acne. However cursed with glasses, of what he'd needed to wear since he was four. Alan isn't sure what eye color he has, never has known. People have told him, green, hazel, and blue.

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Pre-Education

From birth it seamed, Alan had his nose in a book. He felt like he'd 'seen' things. Only one of what was true magic, and not his imagination. But the one that stuck out like a sore thumb, was when he was on a trip with his family. Driving through a forest, Alan had been in the backseat. Looking out the window, and swore that he'd seen Bigfoot in the tree line. His parents were worried. Alan's imagination was a little to much for them. So they had always brushed him off, telling him that 'Bigfoot' was likely just a bear. And equally as cool. It likely was a bear, Alan wasn't sure anymore.

Early-Education

Like any normal 'muggle' student, Alan went to preschool. Where he primarily kept to himself, playing with dinosaur toys. Every now and again another kid would come and play with him. But for lack of better words they were 'scared' away, by Alan's knowledge of them. Bombarded with questions about there favorite dinosaurs, if they to thought they were all gone. Or if some stull were alive. And of course, the most important one, what pre-historic creature they would want as a pet.

As Alan reached elementary school, children became more cruel. They teased him, asking him questions just to get fuel to make fun of him. This never seamed to bother him though. He was just happy someone was interested in what he was interested in. Sure he was pushed around a little, but that was what boys his age did right? He saw them play football on the playground. And that involved quite a bit of tackling. So what was the harm. His teachers gave him concerned looks, And his parents asked if he was having a hard time at school. There wasn't anything. He did well in classes. It baffled Alan as to why he was pulled out to be homeschooled.

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Homeschooling

His parents where highly paid in there fields. And had connections with experts. His mother being a business manger, and father being a lawyer. They were able to make sure Alan was taught things at his own speed, in a place he wouldn't be judged.

'But I like the idea of that,'

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For a reason he didn't understand. His parents felt the need to gift Alan trips because of the homeschooling. He just enjoyed going to national parks.

'Of being somewhere else.'

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Ilvermorny

Once it was revealed that Alan was really a wizard, and the teacher that had come and explain. His eyes had lit up, he'd been right after all. Everyone had called him crazy, or that he needed to grow up. But he was right. The poor professor had to deal with a bombard of questions from the young wizard.
His parents didn't want to send Alan, A) they were a little scared of magic. and B) they were worried he would be bullied once more. After some assurance, they allowed Alan to go.
As it turned out, they were right to be worried. Alan did get bullied by the non-muggle born students. The pure bloods, half bloods, wizard born, everyone who had known magic was real since birth. And not just an imagination like Alan had. He didn't realize this was bullying either. And still asked a thousand questions. He was a social outcast. Rambling on and on about how the wizard government was still hiding self casting wands. Alan only had one true friend, another outcast like himself.
Once he reached fourth year, Alan appeared to realize how alone he really was. All the bullies got bored of him eventually and had either matured or moved on to the new first years. So he started journaling, to get all the thoughts no one would listen to on paper. He's continued this well into his adult years.

Post Graduate

Once he graduated, he became a tracker, then some journalism, became a teacher for a little bit. And somehow, he was able to become headmaster. Why? How? No one is fully sure.

THREADS

thread's are currently - open
Reach me via owls or DM's*

* average.monster_consumer

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THREAD NAME | with | location | open/finished/abandoned

OOC
Age : 18
Name : Sunny :3
Pronouns : She/They
Post Speed : 3 days - 2 months
Student ACC : Oliver Armani

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