Stephen Donahue

[Stephen Donahue S7]

STEPHEN MICHAEL DONAHUE
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The Basics:[/color]
House: Slytherin
Year: 7th
Age: 19 in October
Blood: Pureblood
Wand: yew and ebony wood 11 inch wand with essence of thestral tail hair
Pet: Eurasia Eagle Owl named London

Physical Description:[/color]
Stephen stands at 6’ tall, shaggy brown hair adorns his head, while hazel irises are dull and cold. He is tall and lean, but hints of muscles are apparent beneath the clothes he wears. He has pale flesh, almost swallow as he steers clear of as much sunlight as possible…finding solace in the darkness.

Personality:[/color]
Stephen is cold and silent, his brooding nature seemingly winning out over the rest. He can be quick to anger and is quick to take offense. He isn’t afraid to speak his mind and is known as playing the devil’s advocate whenever he can. It doesn’t take much for him to retaliate against those he thinks wrongs him and he refuses to speak with someone that is a muggle-born, in fact he has a hard time not cursing them when he sees them…a part of him blaming what happened with his father on the muggles. He feels that if it hadn’t been for them his father would never have ended up with Post Traumatic Stress and then he would never have accidentally killed him, but he doesn’t talk about that nor does he talk about those few weeks he spent in Azkaban or the year he spent in St. Mungos.

Where once a regretful little boy stood, not stands a cold demoralizing man. He no longer cares for anyone or anything other than himself…no scratch that, he doesn’t even care about himself. The only thing he wants is to numb the pain of the past and move into a position of power amongst his peers. He cares of nothing more than destroying the lives of those around him, making them feel the pain he knows they need to feel. Dark, deceiving, abusive, and cruel, all words that are used to describe the new dark and demented mind of the 17 year old.

Interests:
Stephen spends his time working on broomsticks and flying them. He finally joined the Quidditch team in the beginning of his 5th year however; he is not the biggest fan of it. He really just prefers the freedom that comes with flying, the ability to just forget who he is and what he’s done and let himself become one with the broomstick. It’s one of his only releases. Other than that Stephen spends most of his time working on catching up on his studies and listening to the rumors that continue to spread about what he’s done and where he’s been for the last year, because of those rumors he’s earned himself a bad boy reputation to which he plays up, constantly lighting things on fire “just to see it burn” and acting out…not enough to get him into major trouble, just enough to continue the rumors, finding humor in it.

History:[/color]
Stephen Donahue was born 31 October 1983 to two purebloods, Michael and Lillian Donahue. They were your normal pureblood family, save for Michael Donahue was an American born and raised wizard as well as a freshly honorably discharged American soldier from the Marines. Stephen’s birth was meant to be a joyous occasion, full of happiness and celebration…however it was anything but… Just a mere week before Stephen was born all hell broke loose for the Donahue’s. At this time Michael was still healthy and posted in Berit, Lebanon at the Marine Headquarters. Everything was going find until the building was bombed. Over 200 military personal were killed in the explosion and there was nothing Michael could do to stop it. He had failed…not only as a wizard, but also as a soldier. In the course of the blast he had tried to save the lives of those around him with magic, but there was little that could be done at that point…any healing spells unable to fix the damage to his comrades dying bodies.

Due to the bombing Michael was unable to return home for the birth of his son, the Donahue heir. Instead he had to hold out in Lebanon to work through the wreckage and find his fellow comrades in arms. That left Lillian alone in the small military hospital on U.S. soil. It was a tough birth on her, as she ended up needing a cesarean due to complications to which Lillian and Stephen barely survived. With a miracle they both did survive…or maybe it was thanks to the American healer that was looking after them. It was a cold and unforgiving world that Stephen was brought into. A mother who was unable to bear any more children after him and a father whose mental diagnosis would be about as healthy as your normal sociopath. This was his family and right there in the hospital where his mother rested, half from fatigue from the birth and half from the worry she held for her absent husband.

It would be a full year before Michael returned home…honorably discharged due to his mental state. After assaulting a fellow private Michael was classified as showing signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, a serious disease that would threaten Michael and his family. The bombing had been the cause of the disorder and Michael was unable to fully come back from that day in which he watched several of his best friends die. All in all, it would be the reason for his death in the years to come. At Michael’s return Lillian tried to act like nothing had happened…helping him as much she could while looking after their 13-month-old child. As time wore on though Lillian began to realize that her husband wasn’t all together there and his decreasing mental state, his brooding silence, and his quick-temper was enough to worry her with an infant in the home.

It wasn’t long from this conclusion that Lillian began having to subdue Michael when his temper became too extreme, his flashbacks to the bombing and the subsequent fighting he’d had to endure causing outbursts that would leave her with a bruised cheek or using her wand against him in hope that she could calm him down and wake him up from his waking nightmare. She didn’t blame him, there was nothing to blame him for…it was the bombing that had caused it…the fighting, the killing, and the dying…he had seen it all when he was only 21 years old and it killed her inside to see her husband fight a losing battle. Soon Stephen would come to the same conclusion as a child he had to learn to keep himself in line and he learned quickly. He felt for his father…pitied him even as he saw the terror that would return to his father’s eyes when he first woke up from a quick nap or from sleeping restlessly through the night. He never blamed his father for what happened and never would.

When Stephen turned nine, his mother grew too weary to continue watching both her son and her husband. Deciding on the only route left to her she moved the family back to her father’s summer home in London, where they would stay permanently from that point on and allow Stephen to attend Hogwarts as opposed to his father’s American wizardry school. While in London Michael sought out counseling from the St. Mungos healers in attempts to get his anger under control and to solve the flashbacks and nightmares. It worked for a while, so much that Stephen even got the opportunity to see his father smile and laugh again…a remnant of the man that he had never met. With this good fortune Stephen turned 11 and received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts and he left without worry about his mother’s health or his father’s.

As a pureblood wizard and one completely against muggles due to his father’s mental state Stephen joined the ranks of Slytherin. His dark, brooding behavior a sure sign of the life he’d lived. He wasn’t a kid, far from it…having to take up his father’s position in the household because of his father’s affliction. His grandfather taught him the ways of the wizards, telling him about the purity of blood and the need to stay away from muggles and Mudbloods, telling him that it was because of their idiocy that put his father in the current mental state that he was in. That was enough to change Stephen’s mind about them…enough to make him hate the muggles and Mudbloods with everything in him. He blamed them for what happened to his father, blamed their stupid wars, and vie for power.

By his 4th year Stephen had made a name for himself as a spiteful, dangerous kid who’s destructive habits were aimed directly at Mudbloods. However after earning enough detentions to fill a book it was time for the summer, but it wouldn’t be a grand reunion with his parents…not like he thought it would be. The moment he walked through the door of the house, he heard the cry from his mother. Immediately he went on the defensive knowing what was going on. He bolted up the stairs to his parent’s bedroom where he was met with the sight of his mother’s broken wand on the ground and his father standing over her shouting in Arabic. It was another flashback and Stephen knew it. He rushed forward wrapping his arms around his father trying pull him back, throwing his wand to his mother to use to subdue him, but it wasn’t going to happen as Michael turned on Stephen, just after knocking his mother unconscious. After a few knocks, Stephen was on the ground, Michael moving forward to him an invisible gun in his hand. Stephen called out to him trying to get him to wake up, but it was of little help before Michael was on top of him. It was only a matter of minutes before the fight had ended in silence…

When Lillian awoke she found her son cradled against the wall, his hands around his legs, chin on knees, and his eyes focused intently on the dead body of his father. It had been an accident, but in his struggle to subdue his father he had killed him. It wasn’t long before the ministry was there, taking Stephen into custody jumping to conclusions on what had happened as they sent him off to be held at Azkaban to wait out the trial, his mother crying her disagreement, but the ministry was set in its ways. He wasn’t there long though when the outcome of the trial deemed his motives self-defense and he was allowed to go home. At this point in time the summer months were nearly gone and Stephen was now left with the emotional scarring that came from accidentally taking a man’s life and not just any man, his father. The nightmares began early and before long Stephen was falling into depression especially when he noticed his mother avoiding him…not intentionally really, just because she was too sad to look at him…too sad to mention that this was because of her son that her husband was dead.

The realization of what happened quickly took hold of Stephen and when he began showing the same signs and symptoms of the disorder his father was plagued with he did his own mother a favor, taking off to stay in St. Mungos ‘crazy’ ward…he didn’t want what had happened to his father to happen to him and he sought out help where he could to save his mother, foregoing school for the time being. For a whole year he stayed there before the healers finally thought he was ready to return to the world outside again. So just shy of turning 17 years old Stephen returns to Hogwarts, back to take up where he left off as a 5th year, his quiet nature unsettling as well as the reputation he’d earned himself from before. Now all he hopes for is to finish his Hogwarts schooling.

However, the problem with finishing his schooling means he has to interact with the other students and sometimes those interactions are not the most appropriate. The illusions of his father still plague him, but now…now he’s lost something far more important, his kindness. He cares for nothing and no one as he moves into his 6th year. In the previous year he’s gone from the insane kid in the corner to the stranger only concerned with destroying innocence, as well as the man who’s life revolves around drugs and alcohol. His world is quickly spiraling out of control and the ones he has hurt are not going to sit back for it much longer. Stephen will have to take the next year at a snails pace if he is hoping to survive, but where would the fun be in that?

Stephen's final year has arrived and with it the world is about to change. The discovery of a child born of his blood is one thing that has led Stephen to this moment. He is bound to find out where his child is, bound to destroy it before its life turns into his own. In a rational mind there is no sense in taking an innocent child's life, but when not in a rational mind the only sense is to make sure that child does not lead that same life you did...it is in a way merciful in their mind to take that child and destroy it. At the same time, Stephen is not sure if he will have the strength to do what is necessary. Will he be able to find where his child is and still have the same courage and will to destroy it? That is the real question and in the meantime what will he do about the one named Dakota Fox, the mother of his bastard child? Will their next encounter end in torment or will it end in death? For both have now sworn to themselves to kill the other...the question is who is quicker on the draw?