DENTON, Maddox Kellan

[MADDOX DENTON]

MADDOX KELLAN DENTON

VITAL STATS

FULL NAME: Maddox Kellan Denton
ALIAS: Mads (Maddie)
BIRTHDAY: November 11th
AGE: 56
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
OCCUPATION: Muggle Studies Professor, part time Bartender
POWER: N/A
PLAYBY: Con O'Neill

THE CHARACTER

Mads is a rough around the edges sort of guy who's more likely to end up begging for forgiveness over a mistaken fumble than buckling down and trying to justify himself. He's scruffy with salt and pepper jaw length curly hair and a scraggly beard alongside a deep, gruff voice. All in all he's the nervous kid in class's worst nightmare. He's been know to bring a child to tears just by asking them about their day - resulting in a sobbing child and a deeply flustered professor. Sometimes it feels like the students try to make him out as a gentle soft spoken professor just to pull one over on students taking his class for the first time, a choice that wrecks havoc on both the new students and him. First years have been known to run from Mads whenever they come across each other in a dark hallway while he's on patrol. It's quite disheartening.

His daughter has always found it hilarious, though, and anything that lit up her face like that was something that he'd tolerate in a heartbeat. His little girl had been in his life since she was a babe herself, her mom had been raising her on her own as a single mother and he'd offered to look after the kid when he had the time after his shifts since Mads worked at the same pub as her mom. He'd spent many a night after a long shift with the baby draped over his chest sleeping.

It wasn't a situation that lasted long. Working at a pub deep in Knockturn Alley wasn't the easiest thing for a muggleborn. Add in the unsavory opinions held by those patrons who knew of her child's circumstances of birth and things soured eventually. The dark of the new moon, the late hour, and a heap of liquid courage gave someone the thought to "clear Knockturn Alley of its scum" (as if the whole place wasn't a dump). They killed her, and there wasn't a doubt in Mads's mind that if the kid hadn't been with him they would have killed her too.

The aurors didn't do too much, it was Knockturn Alley and she was a muggleborn who only had Mads hounding them about getting justice. No, Mads was the one that got justice, if it could be called that. The fucker came in one day an got wasted wasted and started running his mouth. The moment her name came out of the fucker's mouth Mads was paying attention. The moment he started gloating Mads was launching himself over the bar and beating the man within an inch of his life with his bare fists. It took a whole lot of screaming and the proprietor stunning him before they were able to get him off the fucker and throw the man through the floo to St. Mungo's. He hadn't lasted much longer working at that pub, and the fucker wasn't sentenced to nearly enough time.

And Mads? Well, he adopted the little girl that he'd known her entire life and swore to care for her for the rest of her life.

So yeah, teaching has never been much of Mads's true calling as a coincidental fit for his talents. The man had been much more at home behind the bar at a pub but he couldn't make much of a living when he spent half of each shift (if not more) chewing out the patrons. He has significantly less tolerance for the idiotic tomfoolery of grown ass adults than he does the shenanigans of his students. None of the proprietors of the pubs that he worked at were pleased with his job performance when said performance meant swathes of patrons leaving while cursing his name, or via emergency floo to St. Mungo's after he took issue with their unsavory actions.

So Mads had found himself released from the majority of his contracts with the local pubs (or simply not invited back to bartend). Not the best circumstances when he had a young daughter tagging along.

Mads hadn't been exactly keen on taking up the post of the Muggle Studies professor but of the limited options he had left it was the one least likely to give him hives just at the thought of going to work every day. Plus the proximity to one of the only pubs that'd still let him tend bar and Mads was sold. Thus, he became the most unlikely teacher of the century (and the most likely to be mistaken for a death eater in a shadowy corridor while on patrol).

Despite the new path his life was taking Mads took to it like a duck to water. If a duck flailed around exuberantly and almost drowned regularly. Finding the structure for lesson plans and disciplining students that acted out was a challenge that he hadn't taken into consideration. He spent far more time than he would have liked consulting with his fellow professors and eventually once they went to sleep, like any reasonable person, he stayed up late bent over the sheathes of paper that covered his coffee table (and half of his living room) piecing things together. To say that his first few years working as a professor were difficult would be a significant understatement. One of the only things that kept him pushing on was the strange spark that lit up the eyes of his students whenever the toaster popped out the first slices of cooked toast of the year. That, and the pay.

So Mads made it work and gradually over the years it got easier and easier.

• hotheaded
• passionate
• easily flustered
• decisive
• understanding
• impulsive

OUT OF CHARACTER

My Name is ASH and I play ONE character and I live in EASTERN STANDARD TIME ZONE.

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