Character Name: Alex Smite
Character Faceclaim: Freddie Highmore
Character Age: March 1st, 20 years old
Character Pronouns / Sexuality: He / Him but doesn’t really care if you use They / Them - Panromantic / Demisexual but never gave himself a label
Character Profession: Has ambitions about being an artist but currently finds himself job hopping through pretty much anything, magical or muggle.
School Attended / House: Durmstrang / Soscrofa - Later transferred to Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin
Alignment: In a two-party system, he would choose The Order, however Alex would prefer to forge his own path as it were -
General Opinions On The War: All in all, he thinks both sides will be destroyed and possible magic with it. His stance, is that secrecy is paramount and neither side is really pro-creature. He has his concerns about muggle-born integration and betrayal, but he’s hardly a blood purist and doesn’t see how War has been a silent matter. The muggles whisper disturbances, in their own ways.
The Smite family sustained a degree of neutrality in the magical and mundane world, partly as a matter of distance, living within the cold embrace of Russia, and partly from knowing how both sides played. Alex was given his choice of schools. Koldovstoretz was closer but Durmstrang offered more courses that were of interest to him and his family. Light Magic could be studied anywhere, but learning The Dark Arts under a skilled teacher was becoming a rarity.
On Summer vacation he was twelve, Alex was bitten by a werewolf. Realistically, he knows a twelve year-old doesn’t have a fighting chance against a full-grown werewolf, but that doesn’t stop him from wondering if there wasn’t something he could have done. A rock he could have grabbed, a burst of magic he could have willed forward … He didn’t have to be out there that night, watching the stars. That was his fault, even if he didn’t know anything was stalking his grounds and none of their wards were set off.
Looking back, Alex doubted he had a run in with Greyback. If it had been him, Alex thought he would have gone for the face. Not arms and chest. His parents ran into the yard, green light chasing a fleeing enemy. It’s the small things he remembers vividly- That he can still feel. Blood pooling in his hands, the color, the fur that was stuck under his nails until the next day as his father picked him up. “I fucked up this time, didn’t I?” His father let the swearing slide under the circumstance as they retreated, sealing their son’s wounds in silence.
Surprisingly, Durmstrang was accepting of the news, and welcomed him to continue his education as planned. Later, their offer was put bluntly. Join Voldemort. He wouldn’t be equal to other Death Eaters, but he would have a better life. That was promised. “You don’t have to decide now. You’re too young for that … Just, keep it in mind.” Alex left the offer in the wind with no plans of taking it. He didn’t believe in their promises or the cause. But refusing was too dangerous. His secret was safe. If word got out, he would be expelled immediately.
Such was the way of the world.
Alex transferred to Hogwarts as a way to escape the growing pressure building in Durmstrang and indeed, Koldovstoretz. Looking back, the Alma Mater to the majority of Death Eaters was a horrible move, but it had seemed safe at the time. It was far away and he hoped to simply graduate under the radar of everyone as a young boy with passing grades and trouble with the English language in his initial transfer year. The name Smite gathered some attention, general knowledge of his family’s neutrality and wealth being easy enough to come by. Perhaps times were changing now that he found himself in the viper’s den.
His secret was kept throughout graduation to this day. Pressure to join The Death Eaters, pressure to join The Order- or, at least, swear he wouldn’t fight against them, coming from all sides. It was all a mess really. Save for fact of getting him out of Durmstrang and out of Russia once he graduated, one step closer to his goal of carving out a life for himself he regards transferring as a mistake.
Presently he finds himself living in a tiny flat in a bad neighborhood, working most any job he can find. Sometimes it’s easier to find stable work in the muggle world, converting the currency into something usable. As the years went on, relations with his family grew strained and distant, leading him to the conclusion that he needed to fend for himself in this world. Things are fine. His life is quiet.
Sometimes, he provides his services to the rare person who whispered in the right ear for a fee. Alex’s wildly talented in The Dark Arts, finding his magic naturally tuned to it. He had quite a bit of trouble learning the curriculum at Hogwarts, which leaned heavily toward Light Magic.
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