Hughes, Deaglán Seán

[Deaglán Seán Hughes]

DEAGLÁN SEÁN HUGHES !
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To fast to focus, nothing is showing
Any sign of slowing down

Name: Deaglán (pronounced Deck – Lan) Seán (Shawn) Hughes
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexual Oriention: Heterosexual
Speicies: Wizard (fire)
Magic:

• Healing
  
• Teleportation
  
• Cursing
  

[Colors colliding, voices inviting]
Me to buy a better life

Height:6’0”
Weight:150
Hair Color:Black
Eye Color:Blue

[Stand here and wait for the world to finally stop]
Running in place, chasing after what we don't need, keep running

Personality: After getting yelled at and punished by his Granda, Deaglan has been extremely cautious as to what he says and does around others. When meeting new people he comes off as shy and quiet. However once you manage to break down his ‘bubble’ he can be quite a chatterbox.

Deaglan likes to tell jokes and goof around. He enjoys hearing jokes from others and loves a good laugh. He’ll be that friend who strikes a pose when taking photos or making strange faces at the camera. If you pay him enough he’ll even wear ridiculous outfits. Just ask his sister about the whole week he dressed as a woman just for losing a bet. Deaglan is always looking to the future with bright, fresh eyes. Somehow, he carries on the belief that everything will be alright in the end.

Friends are the most important thing to Deaglan, next to family, and have always been the most important thing in the world. Without his friends, Deaglan would be nothing, a nobody in the eyes of those he respects and loves. He would rather die than see his friends hurt, and will defend them with all he's got. He doesn't like to see his friends upset, and will do anything to cheer them up, whatever it takes. The same can be said for his families, and whatever he was willing to do for his friends, he’d go to even greater risks for his family members.

History: Deaglan was born to an Irish native Daithi (Dave) Hughes and American born Doreen Gallagher during the frigid early morning hours of January 15th in St Lukes Hospital of Armagh, Ireland. His parents often joked how he was the answer to their failing relationship, though not a ‘planned’ answer. Daithi and Doreen wouldn’t tie the knot until Deaglan was two years old. The hyper child got to be the best man at his parents wedding, and lost the wedding bands in the process.

It would be the following year that the Hughes’ would welcome their second, and planned, child. Eileen Jolie Hughes would be born in St Lukes Hospital much like her older brother but during a cool autumns afternoon in late October. Unlike most children at that age who seemed excited at having a sibling to play with Deaglan was very unhappy. This new baby was taking away all of his attention not to mention she didn’t smell very nice either. In fact he couldn’t see what was so special about a small person who couldn’t take care of themselves.

Around the time Deaglan turned five years old did he finally get use to having a baby sister. In fact it came to the point where no one was allowed to get near Eileen. Not even their own parents. It was also around this time that Deaglan proved to be an adventurous little tyke. He was notorious for climbs bookshelves and saving the princess, Eileen, for the clutches of the evil dragon. It was also during this time that he experienced what it was like to break an arm after having fallen from the old pine in their backyard.

Around the time Deaglan was nine years old did he find out that he had magical abilities. He found out during Summer Holiday when he was visiting his grandfather. He had been playing with sticks out in the backyard when he accidentally lit one on fire. Of course his grandfather thought the small boy had been playing with matches or lighters and scolded the boy. However Deaglan who had become infatuated with his new discovery set his grandfather’s trousers on fire. A sore bottom later and a new pair of trousers for Granddad, Deaglan was told that he wasn’t allowed to use his ‘gift’ unless Granda was there with him.

Over the next decade Deaglan would spend every holiday break at his Granda’s training how to use his magic properly. During this time he learned that he was able to teleport and heal those around him. It wouldn’t be until shortly after his twenty first birthday did he learn that he was able to curse others as well. A few months before his twenty fifth birthday Deaglan decided to leave Ireland. He told his parents and sister that he simply wanted to travel and see other places. But he had confided in his Grandfather that he wanted to learn more magic.
Family Members:

• Daithi Hughes - Father
  
• Doreen Hughes - Mother
  
• Eileen Hughes – Sister
  
• Gearoid (Known as Gerry) Hughes – Grandfather (Dad’s side)
  
  

Likes:

• Herbal Tea
  
• Books
  
• Peanut Butter
  
• Magic
  
• Pastries
  
• Movies
  
• Pizza
  
• Thai Food
  

Dislikes:

• Carrots
  
• Cats (allergic)
  
• Raw Meat
  
• Rap Music
  
• Hospitals
  
• Small Places
  
• Regular Tea
  
• Ice Cream
  

Strengths: 3+

• Optimistic
  
• Persistent
  
• Self reliant
  

Weaknesses: 3+

• Horrible Lair
  
• Unassertive
  
• Cautious
  

Anything Else: (optional)

• His parents and sister still live in Armagh, Ireland.
  
• His grandfather on his dad’s side is a wizard
  

[I'll stand here and wait for the world]
For the world to finally stop

Alias:Ducky
How you found us:Through Kat’s Link on Lux
Other characters:N/A
Contact: (EMAIL|PM)
Rp Sample: He had briefly seen the flash of some sort emotion in her eyes. It had also appeared to him that her blue Iris’ had changed to a stormy grey. Although it could have also been due to the lighting within the Inn, he wasn’t too sure. And of course to contemplate on it now would probably give him a headache. Not to mention there was a high possibility that he would seem strange attempting to twist his head this way and that just to get a second glimpse of her eyes. He did however watch as she played with a ring that hung from her neck. To him it looked like a wedding band, however it could have also been a promise ring, perhaps from an older student who had graduated from Hogwarts in the years past. Yet the white knuckled grip she held the ring with told him that there was some anger that was attached to the item.

At the mention of her older brother he nodded his head lightly. If he recalled in his memory correctly her brother was River, or something along those lines. The only thing he could recall of the older man was that he was defiantly someone worth avoiding. Percy, who despite his dislike of his brother’s antics, had gone out of his way a few times to warn the twins to avoid the older boy. George could also remember Fred getting into a spot of trouble with either River or one of his friends during their first year. Thankfully Percy had been there to smooth things over before anyone could really get into trouble. The boys had made a promise to their worrying brother to steer clear of the Ravenclaw boy. An of course they did steer clear of him…but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t received a few souvenirs from the ginger duo. It was the biggest temptation to provoke someone they had been told to stay away from.

He watched silently as she released her brown locks before pulling it back into a ponytail. He smirked gently to himself as he lifted the mug to his lips and began to slowly finish off the Butterbeer before setting his empty mug upon the worn wooden surface of the table and with his thumb wiped the dripping froth form the side of the mug. “You know you should keep your hair down more.” He said giving a quick wink of his eye before turning to glance at Madam Rosmerta as she took their empty mugs to replace them with fresh beverages. “Madam Rosmerta, you should give yourself a drink. Here you are taking care of everyone else and not giving yourself a minute.” He reached into his pocket to pull out a few sickles and handed them over to the Inn keeper. “Give yourself a ten minute break and have a glass or two.” He stated before she walked way.

He continued to smirk lightly as he watched what he said sink in. When the last of the gears seemed to light up in her mind he nodded his head lightly at her statement. “Yes…well I wasn’t about to just let you fall like that…Slytherin or not…It was my fault that you were unconscious to begin with.” He stated taking a large mouthful of his newly warmed Butterbeer. He used the back of his free hand to wipe at the forth that gave him a white mustache. He waved off her thank you’s as he slouched back into his chair. “Really it was nothing, and it happened so long ago I had almost forgotten about it. It’s just a bit hard to forget a pretty face like yours is all.” At the mention of seeing a sketch of Malfoy’s face he sat forward a look of glee forming over his freckled features. “You really have a sketch…I’d love to see it…Ron said it was hilarious.”

George couldn’t blame Constance for her statement towards Umbridge however it did strike him odd. “Wasn’t she is good standing with your house?” he asked arching a ginger brow. At least that was the way it had appeared to him. She had hated the house of Gryffindor and did everything within her power to sabotage them. Yet Slytherin’s were angels in her eyes. Sure Constance was proving that not all Slytherin’s were bad, but he hadn’t known that last year. He nodded his head lightly at her congratulations on their success. He felt the back of his neck heat up slightly as he rubbed the back of his head with a small chuckle. “Thank you…an yes if you ever want any products send an owl with my name on it and I’ll make sure you get it in a blink.”

[Annabel Lee Jackson]

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