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dougal angus doherty

PERSONALITY

Boggart: Lyra dying. He couldn't stand to live in a world without her.
Mirror of Erised: Himself with his arm around his wife. She's carrying their child.
Patronus: Mouse - Dougal doesn't actually have any strong happy memories, so he's never produced a Patronus, but it would take the form of a mouse.

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Dougal, or Dougie to his friends (not that he has many), is a very sweet lad. He was always a thoughtful child, and it's something he carried into adulthood. He cares a lot, and he shows it as much as possible. He can come across as a bit of a wet nelly because of this, a sensitive soul, someone easily manipulated and used because he's just so willing to put a smile on your face. The few friends he does have aren't very close, but he always makes the effort to reach out to them. He does have a tendency to be a bit of a recluse, but that's only because of the problems he has in his personal life.

You see, Dougie is a very vulnerable lad. He knows his time is limited, and it triggers all kinds of insecurities in him, as well as a desire to live out every dream he's ever had. His time is running out, it really is, and if he doesn't cram it all in, he'll never experience everything he wants to before it's all over. He spends his days torn between wanting people he knows to see him making an effort, and hiding away because it's all just a bit too much to handle. He is easily overwhelmed, and easily angered because of all that is going on in his life.

Doug is passionate. So passionate, and creative, and able to make his dreams a reality. He dreams big, and wants nothing less than the vision. So far he's never managed to make any of his dreams come true, but not for lack of trying. He's such a trier. He sometimes wonders if he's bordering on delusional because of his efforts never coming to fruition, but then he tells himself that he's being silly, and tries harder. He's very good at convincing himself that everything will be alright in the end, one way or the other.

HISTORY

Mother: Agatha Doherty, 53, muggle, deceased
Father: Hamish Doherty, 55, muggle, deceased
Siblings: None
Partners: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke , soon-to-be wife
Others: N/A

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The only child of a muggle couple, Dougal Doherty was born in Scotland, and raised in a tiny house. His family didn't have much money, and he had no siblings because they couldn't afford to feed Dougal sometimes, never mind more kids. He learned to entertain himself pretty quickly. He would play alone while his father was at work, and his mother drank herself into a stupor while she was supposed to be cleaning the house. He didn't have many toys, but he would dress up empty beer bottles in toilet paper and pretend they were dolls, or use the little cardboard tubes from inside the toilet rolls as telescopes and pretend to be a pirate. It was fun. Even his imaginary friend thought so. He never considered himself lacking in any way.

When he was eleven, he found out from some old man that he could do magic, something he'd never really thought was real. Even that time he'd made his imaginary friend able to actually hold his toys to play with him, he'd never considered it. He should have, because he was a wizard, and his parents were quick to throw him on the Hogwarts Express, eager to get rid of the expenditure of having a child to care for every day. Doug didn't mind. It was like a dream world, and he was quite interested in the whole ordeal. A hat on his head told him he was a very passionate and driven soul, and shouted out "GRYFFINDOR" to the whole hall. Doug sat a table with older kids wearing red and gold, and he felt strange but happy.

School was an odd adjustment for him at first. He had gone from being completely alone, to surrounded by kids all day every day. He didn't know how to socialise for a long time, and was an awkward duck for years. Some of the kids tried to include him in their little friendship groups, but he always found it too much, and pulled away. There were other kids who didn't fit into groups, too, and he made friends with a couple of them, and did everything he could think of to make them happy, so they would like him. He liked it when they liked him.

Doug didn't like lessons much. He preferred to write in his diary and make up stories of his own. They weren't any good, by any means, but he enjoyed creating other worlds, getting lost in them, and could be found talking to himself for hours late at night, quill in hand. Maybe one day he'd be a great playwright. He graduated with average grades, and knew he wouldn't have a fancy job with that kind of school record, but he didn't care. He wanted to do what he wanted to do, and no boring desk job would suit him anyway. He got a job as an usher at the theatre in Whimsic Alley, and absolutely adored losing himself in the plays that were put on there. He would sneak backstage and get autographs from the actors, and even tried to get some of his own plays noticed by writers and producers. None of them were ever interested, but he still tries.

He even met the love of his life there. Lyra Burke, the most beautiful actress and singer he had seen in all his years as an usher. He would stand at the back of the theatre and watch every single show she did, never getting bored. He memorised the words and the songs, and the way the spotlight made her hair glow like it was made from real gold. He would go home and write about her in his diary, a smile on his face. He has even recently plucked up the courage to send her notes and flowers and bits, and it's going really well.

His personal life isn't going too well, though. His parents died two years ago, his mother from her alcoholism, and his father from cancer. Dougie was devastated, even though they hadn't been the best parents in the world. He was truly alone in the world now, and lived in his little flat with his notebooks and his dreams. His dreams soon turned to nightmares. He became convinced that he's sick, too. That his whole family is cursed. Whether it's cancer like his father, or some other illness eating away at his body, he knows it's there. He's been getting thinner recently (nothing to do with the fact he's eating less because he's stressing himself out), and he feels sick sometimes, and gets headaches (not caused by the late nights writing about Lyra). His vision is blurry lately (he's never been tested for glasses), and honestly, he is fully convinced that he is going to die soon. He's terrified, and even more terrified that he won't get to marry the love of his life before he dies. He is more determined than ever to push his plays on producers, to write better every single night, and to plan the perfect proposal for his love. He knows she won't be able to say no, and hopes he can have even a few months of happiness with her before his "illness" takes him.

OOC

Play By: James Mcavoy
Your Alias: Not Izzy
Pronouns: Her/she.
Age: I stopped counting at 21
Other Characters: I stopped counting at 21
Where did you find us: In Slither's creepy mind.