Name: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Occupation: Headmaster of Hogwarts
Wand: Limber, 14 inches, Willow with Unicorn Tail Hair core
Birthdate: January 15, 1841
Bloodline: Mixed blood
Pet/Familiar: His phoenix, Fawkes.
Physical Description: Albus cuts an unmistakable figure. He is tall and thin, and his white beard and hair grow long enough that he often tucks them into his belt. His nose, set into the midst of a few deeply etched wrinkles, is crooked, the result of a few broken noses that werent set to rights in time and since then he has refused to have the nose straightened as he find scars and the like interesting. The worst break happened the first time he met with an angry Ukranian Ironbelly, but today he laughs about it and is still great friends with the red beast. His blue eyes can tell the state of his mood: sparkling and laughing or somber and concerned. He first began to wear his trademark moon-shaped glasses at the ripe young age 90 and has worn them since. He has, on his right knee, a scar in the shape of the London Underground which he finds a very useful thing indeed; the particulars in the gaining of the scar has to do with a badly aimed hex, a hot metal manhole cover and, with a sparkling smile on his face hell add, a clumsy tread on the edge of my robes.
Despite his age, over a hundred and thirty - but whos counting? Not him! he holds an aura of great energy about him and he walks like he is nothing short of a young man in his mid-twenties. His very presence in a room can bring all to quiet attention if he so chooses and yet, at the same time, he can meld so well into the background of a room that one would have to search very hard to find him in effect he almost seems to have the ability to completely disappear. In fact many have believed, at one time or another, that he does have this ability. He has, admittedly, never corrected such a view as it amuses him to let others create their own harmless views of him and his powers.
He wears his wizarding robes at all times and in the traditional wizarding manner. As a youngster, he went through a period of time where he refused to wear anything other than a course brown pair of robes that looked for all the world like a potato sack. However, he grew out of that particular stage years ago and is now seen wearing grand robes in jewel hues at almost all times.
Personality Description: A quiet sense of complete control and calm wraps about Albus in way that cant be fully explained. He has, in his lifetime, seen so much and learned so much that little surprises him and little frightens him. It is this very nature that makes him appear, at times, aloof and at other times, the doddering fool. His association early on in his life with wizards and witches of eccentric nature gave him his own propensities towards the same and much of what others raise their brows at are nothing more than those little bits of his own eccentricities: his love of muggle lemon drops, his habit of walking about the castle humming a merry little tune to which he has been caught animating suits of armor to dance to and the like.
However, to those who have run up against him in a duel or the like, they are quick to learn that the rather innocuous old man he appears to be hides a very quick mind and a very purposeful intent. He is the man who defeated Grindlewald, after all and is the only wizard whom Voldemort fears. It takes much, though, to rile his temper as he would much prefer to talk out an issue and come to a peaceful means of compromise if one exists. It is this listening ear that he exhibits that has led to many of his more interesting relationships with creatures that arent human: mermen, centaurs, House Elfs and the like. He is not one to think that all must think and act like he does, for every creature upon the earth has its own beauty even the most terrifying of them all, such as the Dementors and that they all have a purpose in the great web of life.
In his role of Headmaster, he takes the successes and failures of those under him with a seriousness that many may miss. Oh, not so much their success and failures in respect to their studies, but those in relation to their personal selves. Much of this stems from his failure to see and help Tom as a student. He believes in second changes and third. And even fourth. He works to see the good in everyone and, when he sees a way in which he may be able to help, he comes to the aid if it is at all possible. Still, this doesnt mean that he is particularly close to anyone.
In his role of Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock, he is a force to be reckoned with. His push for the rights of Muggleborns, Halfbloods and Squibs has earned him both high respect and much anger. Those that he sits on council with know that if the topic of the aforementioned groups is on the docket for the days meeting, they would be wise to agree quickly and wholeheartedly with Albuss views as the man is like as not to run rampant over their own opinions if those opinions are degrading in nature. Still, though he can be a bit overbearing in respect to that topic, his ability to fairly judge and weigh matters is second to none and thus his opinions are often sought out over the most minute of details.
Brief History: Albus was born January 15, 1840 in a small cottage in the tiny town of Maen-llywd in Wales to a poor family of mixed blood. His mother, Branwen, heralded from the Muggle line of Percival the Welshman, known also as Percival la Galois and could faithfully trace her lineage from the back to the early 1100s and it was thus that when her first son was born, she passed along the name that had been given to each of the first born sons in her family since time immemorial, Percival. However, his father Belden, a blustering and proud Englishman of the pureblooded Dumbledore line, demanded that his son be called Wulfric after his favorite Great-Uncle. To counter, Branwen suggested that a better name would be Brian, after her own favorite Great-Uncle.
For five months, the young Dumbledore lived without a single name, his mother referring to him as Pervical and Brian by turns and his father refusing to call him anything but Wulfric. It was in the middle of summer that the name he would become known by Albus was introduced by a traveling band of actors. They performed a play, the main character by the name of Albus, and as the infant Dumbledore sat upon his mothers knee, his blue eyes watched the white haired lead actor with such an intensity throughout, that the name was settled then and there. However, as neither parent could bear to let the story of their eldest sons name be forgotten he was formally dubbed Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
The Dumbledore family, though well-respected and well-loved in their small town, were still desperately poor. Branwen acted at the towns healer, using her magical skills to create potions and other healing arts (though, when attending to Muggles, she never gave them anything beyond the best of Muggle care she could). As she worked on those that were as poor as she, payment was made in the form of foodstuffs and other household goods. Belden worked with dragons in the mountains of Wales and came home often with burns and scratches that Branwen would patiently heal. He made a small amount of money, though it often was not more than enough to keep a roof over their heads, food in their bellies and clothing on their back.
In 1848, Aberforth was. By the time that Aberforth was just becoming interesting enough to really play with, though, Albus received his letter from Hogwarts. It was a tense and desperate time for the young boy. His parents had recognized early on that his powers and intellect were truly beyond their own ability to nurture, but the cost of Hogwarts seemed insurmountable to them and they were unwilling to accept any sort of scholarship from the school. Likewise, though Beldens Great-Uncle Wulfric was still alive and fantastically wealthy, Belden was far too proud of a man to ask for help and had Branwen not gone against her husbands wishes and owled the man, it is more than likely that Albus may have never been sent to Hogwarts.
His first day at the school was both overwhelming and exciting. He knew nothing about the school, as neither of his parents had attended, and so everything was as new and fresh for him as the few Muggleborns that began their own education in 1851. Within weeks he had befriended a shy boy by the name of Ruben Fawkes, a Muggleborn and the first wizard in his family. The two developed an instant friendship and were racing about the school making a name for themselves before the end of December that year.
Albus loved his classes, finding himself particularly drawn to Transfiguration and Potions. Feeling rather like he wasnt learning nearly enough in classes, however, he could be found browsing the library with a hungry greed even managing to get his hands on a few of the Restricted Section textbooks once or twice. Detention was not an unfamiliar term in his schooldays, perhaps his worst detention resulting when he torched the curtains that hung about his bed in the Gryffindor tower though to this day he will staunchly claim that it was nothing more than an accident. If you look closely, though, you will catch a mischievous twinkle in his eye when he makes that claim.
It wasnt until his fourth year that he began to grow acutely aware of the pureblood prejudices that ran deeply through the pulse of the school. He had always known that it existed, but having been raised in a Muggle village where he played and laughed and worked alongside his Muggle peers, he hadnt ever paid it much mind. He remembers, in stark detail, the day that the prejudice hit him straight on.
Ruben and he had been out by the lake debating the best possible way in which to bait the Giant Squid, without getting themselves implicated, when a hard ball of mud hit Ruben square in the back of the head. Before the boys could begin to ascertain where it had come from, another found its mark against Albuss own auburn hair. Mudblood and a variety of other words that Albus would as soon forget but never could - followed next hurting far more than the clods of mud. Turning, he had his wand pulled but before he could do much more than lift it three older boys (for that was how many he saw when he turned) had their own wands on the two and were hexing them.
He woke up four days later, his mouth like cotton and a headache that truly made him wonder if his head would explode. Madam Murphy, a stern willowy woman, had him take a horridly nasty tasting purple potion that was so thick he almost choked on it. But before he could even ask for water, he was again in a dreamless sleep. It wasnt until a week later that he woke and, when he did, he received news that rocked his fourteen year old world: his friend, Ruben, had been killed as a result of a badly aimed and badly spoken hex. He had survived for only two days in the Spell Damage wing of St. Mungos before he died, his lungs having been severely damaged to the point that even the best staff of St. Mungos had been unable to reconstruct the delicate alveoli and he died of asphyxiation after a long, painful battle.
This event had a profound effect on the young Albus and his awareness of prejudice grew exponentially over the course of his last few years at Hogwarts to the point that he worked to forge friendships with the House Elfs, seeking to understand them and their woes; he ceased the previous attempts of pestering creatures in the lake and began his lifelong friendship with the Mermen; and he became a very outspoken individual in terms of the rights of the Muggleborns and the Halfbloods that shared the halls of Hogwarts with him. By the time he was seventeen and facing the crossroads of graduation, he was considered a great man by the House Elfs (a feeling that would never waver in that sect), had become passably fluent in Mermish (his fluency only growing over the next years) and had developed any number of friends with those of impure and Muggle bloodlines.
He would never be as close to another friend as he was with Ruben, however.
Upon graduation, his Great-Great-Uncle Wulfric had died and left a vast amount of his fortune to the young Albus. Albus insisted on putting his parents into a better living situation, but they refused, completely happy with the life they had and mistrusting easy money (his fathers reason for not having wanted to pursue a tuition from his Great-Uncle in the first place). Belden took his eldest son aside at one point and told him that the best thing to do with the money was to give it to a charity and come back home; afterall, Aberforth was doing fine and hadnt been formally educated. Albus did, in fact, consider his fathers words very carefully, but in the end, his hunger to continue to learn drove him.
And so a young Albus took the significant amount of money hed inherited, put it into Gringotts (keeping a modest sum upon his person) and went out to discover the world and increase his own knowledge. He studied under various wizards and witches during the next twenty-odd years many of them considered of ill-repute to the larger of the wizarding world, though it was often in connection with their bloodlines and/or their propensities to eccentricities. Albus, himself, enjoyed these individuals precisely for their eccentricities. They lived to their own inner beat and refused to allow society to tell them what and how to do things. It was during this time that he began to learn Legilimency, though he never did quite manage to master the skill as well as his instructor a wizened crone who lived in the mountains of France wished. However, Albus simply never felt terribly comfortable reading the internal thoughts of another without permission. Still, it is a skill that has come in handy more often than not, though he rarely acts on the information he may discover believing that to step in and take unfair advantage of stopping another from making their own mistakes is folly.
In 1880 he met Nicolas Flamel, an already aged man, at a small pub deep in the heart of Knockturn Alley. Their friendship blossomed through a shared love of potions and, in relation, alchemy. For the next twenty six years of Albuss life, he and Nicolas worked together on many projects and changed the face of alchemy as it is known in the modern day, both men gaining the title of Order of Merlin, First Class. At a number of junctures, Nicolas attempted to talk Albus into using the Philosophers Stone (his own creation of it having occurred a few hundred years earlier) and though he was, at times, sorely tempted, he never did feel quite right about extending his own life.
In 1906, he received an owl from his father that his mother had contracted the then deadly wizarding virus, Dragon Fever. The now sixty-six year old Albus left his current home in the Alps (where he lived with Nicolas and Perenelle) and returned home. For three years he assisted his father in trying to nurse his mum back to health his father, even now, refusing the money that Albus offered to take his mum to St. Mungos. In 1909, his mum died at the age of 91. Two days later his father (aged 107) died of a broken heart. Albus convinced Aberforth to leave Maen-llywd and, through one of the many connections he had developed over the course of his life, he got his younger brother a job tending bar in The Leaky Cauldron. It would be another forty years before Aberforth would reside in the infamous Hogs Head.
From there, he began to develop more interest in the politics of the wizarding world. He had, before now, already been in contact and consulted on many issues regarding Muggleborn and Muggle Relation laws and the like through his affiliation with the International Wizarding Confederation (he was invited to join the IWC during his time with Nicolas, a high ranking member in the IWC), so it was a natural step for him to take up a job within the Ministry in the Muggle Relations department. In 1910, he was invited to join the Wizengamot. It was during this time that he began his study of dragon blood, determined that no one would suffer the loss of a loved one to Dragon Fever again.
In 1928, he succeeded in discovering the cure for Dragon Fever as well as having discovered eleven other uses for dragons blood. His accomplishment earned him great acclaim and the title of Grand Sorceror. He was, subsequently, asked to consider the position of Supreme Mugwump of the IWC, a position he took with much modesty and satisfaction. Three years later he also was vaulted into the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. However, though he enjoyed his life and the many facets of interest that he divided his time between (he had by this time developed not only his Mermish to a completely fluent level but had also learned to speak in the tongue of unicorns, was able to converse with the Ukranian Firebelly dragon - a highly misunderstood creature if there ever was one - as well as any number of lesser known and archaic languages) he still felt a longing for more and it was then that he realized that with all his knowledge, he wasnt doing more than just existing.
In 1938, he applied for a Transfiguration position at Hogwarts (he himself an registered Animagus, his transformation being in the form of a snow white dove) and was accepted with much enthusiasm by the current Headmaster, Armando Dippet. A few weeks after his acceptance, Albus went to visit Stockwell Orphanage in London on the request of a Squib friend of his who worked there. She explained that there had been strange occurrences in relation to one of the boys in her charge. It was then that he first met Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was highly impressed by the boy and extended an invitation for the boy to attend Hogwarts. His invitation was accepted and both he and Tom began their time at Hogwarts Tom for his first time, and Albus for his second.
In 1940, the current Head of Gryffindor House, the aging Herbology Professor, Cassandra Ransone, passed away. He was asked to assume the position as Head of House and gracefully did so. During his early years in Hogwarts, he was highly impressed by one of his students, a Minerva McGonagall. Her grasp of the difficult charms required in Transfiguration were impressive and he spent much of his time trying to challenge her. At the same time, he kept an eye on Tom. The boys talents were also highly impressive, but there was something about the child that had him a touch wary.
It was in 1943 (the year that Tom opened the Chamber) that his suspicions grew stronger. However, as Albus has always been a firm believer in second chances and of never judging anyone without solid proof of their wrongdoing (a factor which made him a highly popular Professor when one was caught for a wrongdoing) he brushed off the niggling in the back of his mind. And, when things ended after the expulsion of Hagrid (whom he fought tooth and nail to have remain at the school as the groundskeeper) his fears were eased enough. By then, he was also beginning to have worries of a far greater nature to worry about in the form of the wizard Grindlewald. Had he not had his attentions thus shifted, it is possible he may have been able to see more of what Tom was up to and have assisted the young man in not following his path.
As it were, Albus asked for a leave of absence from Hogwarts and, having been thus granted, he left to work towards putting an end to Grindlewalds activities. He had first met the wizard in late 1890 had even studied under the man to learn magic of such archaic nature that it had been lost to the wider of the world centuries before. He had at first hoped that he could talk to his old friend and bring him to see reason. It was quickly determined that there was no chance of that. For two years he led the battle against his former teacher. In 1945, he at last defeated the man using a very dark and very unsavory curse.
Upon his return to Hogwarts, he continued on with his teaching until 1970 when Headmaster Dippet left the school to spend the rest of his days on the warm, sunny shores of Greece with his wife, Matilda. He made the request for Albus to take the position and the Board of Governors, impressed with Albuss titles and history, agreed. It was in his first year as Headmaster that Tom came to request the job of Defense Professor. Albus declined his request and the position was then cursed.
As Toms powers only grew and his deeds became more well known, Albus realized that he had made a grievous error in his judgment of this boy. It was in 1976 that he started to realize just how deeply Toms fingers had dug into the wizarding world and fearing another in the likes of Grindlewald, he began to look for young, bright wizards and witches to recruit for what he knew would come: war.
Important Relationships:
Nicloas and Perenelle Flamel: He still visits the couple in their home in the Alps on a regular basis. Nicolas is Albuss closest friend, though still does not hold a candle to his friend Ruben.
Aberforth Dumbledore: Though he does love his brother the two are not as close nor as loving as when they were growing up. It was more Aberforth not understanding his brothers desire to make something of his life than Albuss choice.
Others will be worked out later.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Sherbet, lemon drops, cockroach clusters, hot cocoa, raspberry jam, acid pops, tenpin bowling, chamber music, warm socks, knit patterns.
Dislikes: Failing at impacting students for the good, racism in all its forms, disharmony.
PB/Avatar to be used: Not sure yet.
All other characters played:
Quillnparchement: Leathan Collier, Elphais Haddock, Joshua Cloud
ThruTheEyes: Peter Pettigrew, Justin Haddock
KarinaRheese: Karina Rheese, Darby Rheese, Annie Haddock
JustFunninU: Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett, Bellatrix Black
BestOfIntentions: Sydney Waverly, Tobias Haddock
Contact Information: Its Miri.
Occupation: Headmaster of Hogwarts
Wand: Limber, 14 inches, Willow with Unicorn Tail Hair core
Birthdate: January 15, 1841
Bloodline: Mixed blood
Pet/Familiar: His phoenix, Fawkes.
Physical Description: Albus cuts an unmistakable figure. He is tall and thin, and his white beard and hair grow long enough that he often tucks them into his belt. His nose, set into the midst of a few deeply etched wrinkles, is crooked, the result of a few broken noses that werent set to rights in time and since then he has refused to have the nose straightened as he find scars and the like interesting. The worst break happened the first time he met with an angry Ukranian Ironbelly, but today he laughs about it and is still great friends with the red beast. His blue eyes can tell the state of his mood: sparkling and laughing or somber and concerned. He first began to wear his trademark moon-shaped glasses at the ripe young age 90 and has worn them since. He has, on his right knee, a scar in the shape of the London Underground which he finds a very useful thing indeed; the particulars in the gaining of the scar has to do with a badly aimed hex, a hot metal manhole cover and, with a sparkling smile on his face hell add, a clumsy tread on the edge of my robes.
Despite his age, over a hundred and thirty - but whos counting? Not him! he holds an aura of great energy about him and he walks like he is nothing short of a young man in his mid-twenties. His very presence in a room can bring all to quiet attention if he so chooses and yet, at the same time, he can meld so well into the background of a room that one would have to search very hard to find him in effect he almost seems to have the ability to completely disappear. In fact many have believed, at one time or another, that he does have this ability. He has, admittedly, never corrected such a view as it amuses him to let others create their own harmless views of him and his powers.
He wears his wizarding robes at all times and in the traditional wizarding manner. As a youngster, he went through a period of time where he refused to wear anything other than a course brown pair of robes that looked for all the world like a potato sack. However, he grew out of that particular stage years ago and is now seen wearing grand robes in jewel hues at almost all times.
Personality Description: A quiet sense of complete control and calm wraps about Albus in way that cant be fully explained. He has, in his lifetime, seen so much and learned so much that little surprises him and little frightens him. It is this very nature that makes him appear, at times, aloof and at other times, the doddering fool. His association early on in his life with wizards and witches of eccentric nature gave him his own propensities towards the same and much of what others raise their brows at are nothing more than those little bits of his own eccentricities: his love of muggle lemon drops, his habit of walking about the castle humming a merry little tune to which he has been caught animating suits of armor to dance to and the like.
However, to those who have run up against him in a duel or the like, they are quick to learn that the rather innocuous old man he appears to be hides a very quick mind and a very purposeful intent. He is the man who defeated Grindlewald, after all and is the only wizard whom Voldemort fears. It takes much, though, to rile his temper as he would much prefer to talk out an issue and come to a peaceful means of compromise if one exists. It is this listening ear that he exhibits that has led to many of his more interesting relationships with creatures that arent human: mermen, centaurs, House Elfs and the like. He is not one to think that all must think and act like he does, for every creature upon the earth has its own beauty even the most terrifying of them all, such as the Dementors and that they all have a purpose in the great web of life.
In his role of Headmaster, he takes the successes and failures of those under him with a seriousness that many may miss. Oh, not so much their success and failures in respect to their studies, but those in relation to their personal selves. Much of this stems from his failure to see and help Tom as a student. He believes in second changes and third. And even fourth. He works to see the good in everyone and, when he sees a way in which he may be able to help, he comes to the aid if it is at all possible. Still, this doesnt mean that he is particularly close to anyone.
In his role of Supreme Mugwump and Chief Warlock, he is a force to be reckoned with. His push for the rights of Muggleborns, Halfbloods and Squibs has earned him both high respect and much anger. Those that he sits on council with know that if the topic of the aforementioned groups is on the docket for the days meeting, they would be wise to agree quickly and wholeheartedly with Albuss views as the man is like as not to run rampant over their own opinions if those opinions are degrading in nature. Still, though he can be a bit overbearing in respect to that topic, his ability to fairly judge and weigh matters is second to none and thus his opinions are often sought out over the most minute of details.
Brief History: Albus was born January 15, 1840 in a small cottage in the tiny town of Maen-llywd in Wales to a poor family of mixed blood. His mother, Branwen, heralded from the Muggle line of Percival the Welshman, known also as Percival la Galois and could faithfully trace her lineage from the back to the early 1100s and it was thus that when her first son was born, she passed along the name that had been given to each of the first born sons in her family since time immemorial, Percival. However, his father Belden, a blustering and proud Englishman of the pureblooded Dumbledore line, demanded that his son be called Wulfric after his favorite Great-Uncle. To counter, Branwen suggested that a better name would be Brian, after her own favorite Great-Uncle.
For five months, the young Dumbledore lived without a single name, his mother referring to him as Pervical and Brian by turns and his father refusing to call him anything but Wulfric. It was in the middle of summer that the name he would become known by Albus was introduced by a traveling band of actors. They performed a play, the main character by the name of Albus, and as the infant Dumbledore sat upon his mothers knee, his blue eyes watched the white haired lead actor with such an intensity throughout, that the name was settled then and there. However, as neither parent could bear to let the story of their eldest sons name be forgotten he was formally dubbed Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
The Dumbledore family, though well-respected and well-loved in their small town, were still desperately poor. Branwen acted at the towns healer, using her magical skills to create potions and other healing arts (though, when attending to Muggles, she never gave them anything beyond the best of Muggle care she could). As she worked on those that were as poor as she, payment was made in the form of foodstuffs and other household goods. Belden worked with dragons in the mountains of Wales and came home often with burns and scratches that Branwen would patiently heal. He made a small amount of money, though it often was not more than enough to keep a roof over their heads, food in their bellies and clothing on their back.
In 1848, Aberforth was. By the time that Aberforth was just becoming interesting enough to really play with, though, Albus received his letter from Hogwarts. It was a tense and desperate time for the young boy. His parents had recognized early on that his powers and intellect were truly beyond their own ability to nurture, but the cost of Hogwarts seemed insurmountable to them and they were unwilling to accept any sort of scholarship from the school. Likewise, though Beldens Great-Uncle Wulfric was still alive and fantastically wealthy, Belden was far too proud of a man to ask for help and had Branwen not gone against her husbands wishes and owled the man, it is more than likely that Albus may have never been sent to Hogwarts.
His first day at the school was both overwhelming and exciting. He knew nothing about the school, as neither of his parents had attended, and so everything was as new and fresh for him as the few Muggleborns that began their own education in 1851. Within weeks he had befriended a shy boy by the name of Ruben Fawkes, a Muggleborn and the first wizard in his family. The two developed an instant friendship and were racing about the school making a name for themselves before the end of December that year.
Albus loved his classes, finding himself particularly drawn to Transfiguration and Potions. Feeling rather like he wasnt learning nearly enough in classes, however, he could be found browsing the library with a hungry greed even managing to get his hands on a few of the Restricted Section textbooks once or twice. Detention was not an unfamiliar term in his schooldays, perhaps his worst detention resulting when he torched the curtains that hung about his bed in the Gryffindor tower though to this day he will staunchly claim that it was nothing more than an accident. If you look closely, though, you will catch a mischievous twinkle in his eye when he makes that claim.
It wasnt until his fourth year that he began to grow acutely aware of the pureblood prejudices that ran deeply through the pulse of the school. He had always known that it existed, but having been raised in a Muggle village where he played and laughed and worked alongside his Muggle peers, he hadnt ever paid it much mind. He remembers, in stark detail, the day that the prejudice hit him straight on.
Ruben and he had been out by the lake debating the best possible way in which to bait the Giant Squid, without getting themselves implicated, when a hard ball of mud hit Ruben square in the back of the head. Before the boys could begin to ascertain where it had come from, another found its mark against Albuss own auburn hair. Mudblood and a variety of other words that Albus would as soon forget but never could - followed next hurting far more than the clods of mud. Turning, he had his wand pulled but before he could do much more than lift it three older boys (for that was how many he saw when he turned) had their own wands on the two and were hexing them.
He woke up four days later, his mouth like cotton and a headache that truly made him wonder if his head would explode. Madam Murphy, a stern willowy woman, had him take a horridly nasty tasting purple potion that was so thick he almost choked on it. But before he could even ask for water, he was again in a dreamless sleep. It wasnt until a week later that he woke and, when he did, he received news that rocked his fourteen year old world: his friend, Ruben, had been killed as a result of a badly aimed and badly spoken hex. He had survived for only two days in the Spell Damage wing of St. Mungos before he died, his lungs having been severely damaged to the point that even the best staff of St. Mungos had been unable to reconstruct the delicate alveoli and he died of asphyxiation after a long, painful battle.
This event had a profound effect on the young Albus and his awareness of prejudice grew exponentially over the course of his last few years at Hogwarts to the point that he worked to forge friendships with the House Elfs, seeking to understand them and their woes; he ceased the previous attempts of pestering creatures in the lake and began his lifelong friendship with the Mermen; and he became a very outspoken individual in terms of the rights of the Muggleborns and the Halfbloods that shared the halls of Hogwarts with him. By the time he was seventeen and facing the crossroads of graduation, he was considered a great man by the House Elfs (a feeling that would never waver in that sect), had become passably fluent in Mermish (his fluency only growing over the next years) and had developed any number of friends with those of impure and Muggle bloodlines.
He would never be as close to another friend as he was with Ruben, however.
Upon graduation, his Great-Great-Uncle Wulfric had died and left a vast amount of his fortune to the young Albus. Albus insisted on putting his parents into a better living situation, but they refused, completely happy with the life they had and mistrusting easy money (his fathers reason for not having wanted to pursue a tuition from his Great-Uncle in the first place). Belden took his eldest son aside at one point and told him that the best thing to do with the money was to give it to a charity and come back home; afterall, Aberforth was doing fine and hadnt been formally educated. Albus did, in fact, consider his fathers words very carefully, but in the end, his hunger to continue to learn drove him.
And so a young Albus took the significant amount of money hed inherited, put it into Gringotts (keeping a modest sum upon his person) and went out to discover the world and increase his own knowledge. He studied under various wizards and witches during the next twenty-odd years many of them considered of ill-repute to the larger of the wizarding world, though it was often in connection with their bloodlines and/or their propensities to eccentricities. Albus, himself, enjoyed these individuals precisely for their eccentricities. They lived to their own inner beat and refused to allow society to tell them what and how to do things. It was during this time that he began to learn Legilimency, though he never did quite manage to master the skill as well as his instructor a wizened crone who lived in the mountains of France wished. However, Albus simply never felt terribly comfortable reading the internal thoughts of another without permission. Still, it is a skill that has come in handy more often than not, though he rarely acts on the information he may discover believing that to step in and take unfair advantage of stopping another from making their own mistakes is folly.
In 1880 he met Nicolas Flamel, an already aged man, at a small pub deep in the heart of Knockturn Alley. Their friendship blossomed through a shared love of potions and, in relation, alchemy. For the next twenty six years of Albuss life, he and Nicolas worked together on many projects and changed the face of alchemy as it is known in the modern day, both men gaining the title of Order of Merlin, First Class. At a number of junctures, Nicolas attempted to talk Albus into using the Philosophers Stone (his own creation of it having occurred a few hundred years earlier) and though he was, at times, sorely tempted, he never did feel quite right about extending his own life.
In 1906, he received an owl from his father that his mother had contracted the then deadly wizarding virus, Dragon Fever. The now sixty-six year old Albus left his current home in the Alps (where he lived with Nicolas and Perenelle) and returned home. For three years he assisted his father in trying to nurse his mum back to health his father, even now, refusing the money that Albus offered to take his mum to St. Mungos. In 1909, his mum died at the age of 91. Two days later his father (aged 107) died of a broken heart. Albus convinced Aberforth to leave Maen-llywd and, through one of the many connections he had developed over the course of his life, he got his younger brother a job tending bar in The Leaky Cauldron. It would be another forty years before Aberforth would reside in the infamous Hogs Head.
From there, he began to develop more interest in the politics of the wizarding world. He had, before now, already been in contact and consulted on many issues regarding Muggleborn and Muggle Relation laws and the like through his affiliation with the International Wizarding Confederation (he was invited to join the IWC during his time with Nicolas, a high ranking member in the IWC), so it was a natural step for him to take up a job within the Ministry in the Muggle Relations department. In 1910, he was invited to join the Wizengamot. It was during this time that he began his study of dragon blood, determined that no one would suffer the loss of a loved one to Dragon Fever again.
In 1928, he succeeded in discovering the cure for Dragon Fever as well as having discovered eleven other uses for dragons blood. His accomplishment earned him great acclaim and the title of Grand Sorceror. He was, subsequently, asked to consider the position of Supreme Mugwump of the IWC, a position he took with much modesty and satisfaction. Three years later he also was vaulted into the position of Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. However, though he enjoyed his life and the many facets of interest that he divided his time between (he had by this time developed not only his Mermish to a completely fluent level but had also learned to speak in the tongue of unicorns, was able to converse with the Ukranian Firebelly dragon - a highly misunderstood creature if there ever was one - as well as any number of lesser known and archaic languages) he still felt a longing for more and it was then that he realized that with all his knowledge, he wasnt doing more than just existing.
In 1938, he applied for a Transfiguration position at Hogwarts (he himself an registered Animagus, his transformation being in the form of a snow white dove) and was accepted with much enthusiasm by the current Headmaster, Armando Dippet. A few weeks after his acceptance, Albus went to visit Stockwell Orphanage in London on the request of a Squib friend of his who worked there. She explained that there had been strange occurrences in relation to one of the boys in her charge. It was then that he first met Tom Marvolo Riddle. He was highly impressed by the boy and extended an invitation for the boy to attend Hogwarts. His invitation was accepted and both he and Tom began their time at Hogwarts Tom for his first time, and Albus for his second.
In 1940, the current Head of Gryffindor House, the aging Herbology Professor, Cassandra Ransone, passed away. He was asked to assume the position as Head of House and gracefully did so. During his early years in Hogwarts, he was highly impressed by one of his students, a Minerva McGonagall. Her grasp of the difficult charms required in Transfiguration were impressive and he spent much of his time trying to challenge her. At the same time, he kept an eye on Tom. The boys talents were also highly impressive, but there was something about the child that had him a touch wary.
It was in 1943 (the year that Tom opened the Chamber) that his suspicions grew stronger. However, as Albus has always been a firm believer in second chances and of never judging anyone without solid proof of their wrongdoing (a factor which made him a highly popular Professor when one was caught for a wrongdoing) he brushed off the niggling in the back of his mind. And, when things ended after the expulsion of Hagrid (whom he fought tooth and nail to have remain at the school as the groundskeeper) his fears were eased enough. By then, he was also beginning to have worries of a far greater nature to worry about in the form of the wizard Grindlewald. Had he not had his attentions thus shifted, it is possible he may have been able to see more of what Tom was up to and have assisted the young man in not following his path.
As it were, Albus asked for a leave of absence from Hogwarts and, having been thus granted, he left to work towards putting an end to Grindlewalds activities. He had first met the wizard in late 1890 had even studied under the man to learn magic of such archaic nature that it had been lost to the wider of the world centuries before. He had at first hoped that he could talk to his old friend and bring him to see reason. It was quickly determined that there was no chance of that. For two years he led the battle against his former teacher. In 1945, he at last defeated the man using a very dark and very unsavory curse.
Upon his return to Hogwarts, he continued on with his teaching until 1970 when Headmaster Dippet left the school to spend the rest of his days on the warm, sunny shores of Greece with his wife, Matilda. He made the request for Albus to take the position and the Board of Governors, impressed with Albuss titles and history, agreed. It was in his first year as Headmaster that Tom came to request the job of Defense Professor. Albus declined his request and the position was then cursed.
As Toms powers only grew and his deeds became more well known, Albus realized that he had made a grievous error in his judgment of this boy. It was in 1976 that he started to realize just how deeply Toms fingers had dug into the wizarding world and fearing another in the likes of Grindlewald, he began to look for young, bright wizards and witches to recruit for what he knew would come: war.
Important Relationships:
Nicloas and Perenelle Flamel: He still visits the couple in their home in the Alps on a regular basis. Nicolas is Albuss closest friend, though still does not hold a candle to his friend Ruben.
Aberforth Dumbledore: Though he does love his brother the two are not as close nor as loving as when they were growing up. It was more Aberforth not understanding his brothers desire to make something of his life than Albuss choice.
Others will be worked out later.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Sherbet, lemon drops, cockroach clusters, hot cocoa, raspberry jam, acid pops, tenpin bowling, chamber music, warm socks, knit patterns.
Dislikes: Failing at impacting students for the good, racism in all its forms, disharmony.
PB/Avatar to be used: Not sure yet.
All other characters played:
Quillnparchement: Leathan Collier, Elphais Haddock, Joshua Cloud
ThruTheEyes: Peter Pettigrew, Justin Haddock
KarinaRheese: Karina Rheese, Darby Rheese, Annie Haddock
JustFunninU: Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett, Bellatrix Black
BestOfIntentions: Sydney Waverly, Tobias Haddock
Contact Information: Its Miri.
