Basics: Name: Roger Marcel Davies Nicknames/Aliases: Rog, Davies, that-guy-with-those-blue-eyes. Age/Birthday: 24; 27.10.1977 Blood Status: Pureblood House/Graduation Year: Ravenclaw. 1996. Current Occupation: Chaser for Puddlemere United Political Affiliation: Neutral Sexuality: Heterosexual
Family: Current Residence:Two bedroom flat in Kilburn, London, England. Parents: Maura Macmillan and Anthony Davies; Collin Linton (step-father); Siblings: Keane Linton (step-brother) Extended Family of Note: - Helios Macmillan(Deceased) and Veronica Montgomery (Maternal Grandparents) - Christopher Linton and Veronica Jones (Step-Paternal Grandparents) - Gillian Davies and Brooke Blishwick (Paternal Grandparents) - Hector MacMillan, Robert Macmillan, Gavin Davies, Luke Davies, Cade Linton, Eric Jones (Uncles) - Ariel Proudfoot, Sabrina Longbottom, Anne Belby, Victoria Smith, Catherine Linton (Aunts) - Ernie Macmillan, Liam Macmillan, Neville Longbottom, Joss Davies, Kevin Davies, Elliot Jones, Marie-Charlotte Jones, Deborah Linton, Quintin Linton, Susan Linton (Cousins) Significant Other: N/A Children: None
History: Maura MacMillan and Anthony Davies were not exactly what you’d call a magical Hogwarts romance; their constant revolving on-again off-again relationship had always been a source of gossip in the hallways. Maura wanted that fairytale romance, and Anthony wanted to feel the thrill and excitement of falling in love… the problem was he fell out of love as quickly as he fell in. In the summer of their graduation Maura announced her pregnancy to Anthony, who reluctantly agreed to a marriage. After all, a pregnancy outside of marriage in the Pureblood ranks wasn't something one wanted to flaunt. Two months before the wedding Anthony decided he did not want to give up his dreams of traveling the world, researching dragons and living in exotic location; to him, a family and marriage would only keep him from this goal. Maura, upset by the loss of her child's father, was secretly relieved to not go into a marriage she was not fully sure would work. This sting was nothing could prepare her for the ultimate rejection: disowning. Helios would not accept his unwed, pregnant daughter back into the family as it would disgrace the MacMillan name. She was given two options: her son up for adoption at the time of his birth, or part ways with her family. After many arguments, appeals to reason and tears, Maura packed her trunk and boarded the Knight Bus for Glasgow.
Roger was not an easy baby to deal with; from the first day of his birth he seemed to be plagued with constant illnesses: jaundice at birth, colic for three months after, constant ear and sinus infections, and scrofunuglus all before the age of one. While Maura dearly loved her son, she had trouble adjusting to life as a single mother, living in a one bedroom flat while working two jobs as a waitress. She was not, however, without help. Despite Helio’s wishes Hector and Veronica would help out Maura in small ways often without her or Helio’s knowledge. During a few trips to the hospital, Maura found her bill had already been taken care with an airy, off-hand explanation of luck or a good friend (the good friend being Hector). Though it was hard for Veronica to give as much financial support to her daughter as she wished under Helio’s watchful eye, she would frequent day trips to check up on her daughter and to offer her support. Despite all of this help, Maura still struggled, though her plight was mostly due to her stubborn nature and refusal to take offers from a family who had discarded her.
After Roger’s appendix ruptured shortly after his second birthday, Maura decided to search for a better job, one tied into the magical world, and move herself and her son closer to London, as, she reasoned, they spend so much time at St. Mungo’s anyway. After a few months of searching Maura accepted a position as an administrative assistant in the Ministry of Magic’s Public Safety Information Office, a position she found beneficial for both the increased pay and better access to information regarding Voldemort, who was at the height of his power.
After the fall of Voldemort in 1981 the wizarding world breathed a sigh of relief, yet Maura kept Roger inside to protect her son’s fragile health – despite the fact he hadn’t had any major medical illnesses in over two years, the Healers at St. Mungo’s warned that her son’s immune system is extremely compromised, therefore getting illnesses and infections is more serious for him. Maura's life changed when she met Collin Linton at a company function and it wasn’t long before they began dating. Collin convinced Maura little boys need to run, play and sometimes get bruises, and began teaching Roger how to swim, ride a broomstick (something he would later thank his step-father for) and how to climb trees. Maura and Collin married on New Year’s Day of 1982 and their son, Keane, was born in September of that year. Roger adjusted very well to his new family situation, and adored his new father and baby brother. Collin, whose traditional Pureblood lineage had always offered him a life of more perks than the ‘average’ wizard, received negative static regarding his marriage to the disowned daughter of Helios MacMillan. While initially Collin’s parents refused to honor their son’s marriage, nor acknowledge Roger as a family member, the shock of their daughter, Catherine, denouncing her pureblood status out of protest for the treatment of her brother helped them change their minds.
In 1983, Maura begrudgingly allowed Collin to enroll Roger in the Frognash junior Quidditch team. Despite spending most of his early childhood inside with books Roger turned out be quite a good flyer, though his natural ability didn’t pacify his mother; she still continued to worry and fuss if he came home with even a small bruise, often times threatening to remove him from the team, citing his health is too fragile for such a sport. Roger continued to play thanks to Collin talking some sense into an irrational Maura. Roger’s health as he grew older continued to improve, and by the time he was 10 years old hadn’t even had so much of a sniffle in years. During those childhood years Keane and Roger often snuck out of the house to go on ‘adventures’, though looking back, Roger will laugh and say their adventures were quite lame: from sneaking into a neighbor’s backyard to kip some blackberries to riding his muggle bike (a present on his 7th birthday) a few streets further than allowed. Roger wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, either. He often took risky dares, mostly out of a secret desire to show his mother he wasn’t as fragile as she thought.
September of 1989 Roger found himself aboard the Hogwarts Express and while he was relieved to be away from his worrying mother, his first year at Hogwarts was not good as he had hoped; his marks were okay at best and he spent most of his time sulking in the library, feeling awkward and out of his element. However, he was not alone; a young wizard by the name of Jordan Dorny. The two boys had shared a compartment on the train to Hogwarts and struck up a conversation. To their delight they found themselves sorted into the same house and the same dorm and became fast friends despite their personality differences. Year two turned out to be better for him after he tried out for, and accepted onto, Ravenclaw’s house quidditch team as a chaser. Roger quickly gained new friends, though he was a bit miffed on why people gave him so much attention; it seemed he couldn’t walk down the hallway without someone calling his name and wanting to chat or walk with him. He was never without Jordan, and preferred to spend time with his best friend, often dragging him to social events as a sort of comfort. By his 5th year Roger took over the captaining position of the Ravenclaw house quidditch team upon the graduation of their captain.
Despite a few odd occurrences at the school happening due to that Potter kid his life was pretty good for Roger at Hogwarts: his marks were high, his team did pretty during matches, and he usually had a different date to Hogsmeade outings; he was quickly gaining reputation as a bit of a heartbreaker. Of course, Roger would never live down his embarrassing antics with Fluer Delacour during the Yule Ball and was often teased about it, something, while he jokes about, cringes when he reflects on that night. As Roger’s popularity grew his insecurities grew as well. He doesn’t take being rejected lightly and a few times reduced some girls to tears to save his own ego. One instance of this insecurity manifested itself upon the meeting of his cousin Ernie. During his 4th year Roger was attempting to show off for a pretty Hufflepuff girl by impressing her with his ability to speak fluent Gaelic. Overhearing this language attracted Ernie’s attention, whom happened to have been passing through the hall. Roger did not take kindly to the interruption, especially when the girl’s attention focused on Ernie who had answered back in Gaelic. After learning who this kid was, Roger wrote to his mother and inquired about the familiar last name, to which she confessed they were related. This fact, coupled with his annoyance of being shown up by a family member who had a direct relation to those that had disowned Roger and his mother caused him to be rather condescending and rude to his cousin; something he regrets today. His biggest blow would be in 1995 when Roger, who had developed feelings for Cho Chang, watched as the girl he loved went into a relationship with Cedric Diggory (not that Roger had disliked Cedric, rather viewed him as a friendly rival on both the pitch). Of course he was devastated at the loss of Cedric, and was there for Cho when she needed him, but he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t hope for Cho to finally see him the way he saw her. Just when things were going right in 1996 he worked up the courage to ask Cho to be his girlfriend but was rejected for Harry Potter. This stunned Roger. Really? Cho passed him up for Harry Potter? Sure, Harry was a good quidditch player, survived multiple attacks by Voldemort and was a nice guy, but really? Hiding his disappointment, Roger retaliated by dating some pretty girl whose name he didn’t really care about (Sofia? Sally? Sherri?) and made quite the display of snogging her in plain view of Harry and Cho’s Valentine’s Day date in the hopes it would make Cho jealous.
Roger graduated in the summer of 1996 and took an offer from Kenmare Kestrels as their reserve chaser. During this time, Voldemort had returned to power and the second wizarding war had begun. Roger’s mother fretted and begged him to abandon his budding Quidditch career and pursue a path less in the public eye. Roger did not listen to her, and continued with his training. He did not participate in the battle at Hogwarts, but instead returned the day after, like so many other former Hogwarts students, to help rebuild; while his immediate family survived the second war with no damage, Roger knew many others who had not been so fortunate... Keane had lost many friends in the battle and suffered a broken arm.
While helping pick up pieces of destroyed portraits Roger met a pretty Swedish witch named Katja Jonasson, an intern for the Scandinavian Ministry of Magic. Roger fell in love quickly with the enchanting girl and his reputation as a hard partying playboy was put to the side under Katja 's influence. Unfortunately, she had more plans than simply cleaning up of his life. Katja had a hidden agenda; a muggle-born witch who was abandoned by her parents, she vowed to stop at nothing in climbing the social ladder of the Pureblood world, even if it meant forcibly marrying into wealth or fame. She moved to Ireland to be with Roger while he lived in Dublin during his time the Kestrels. During this time Roger’s friends began to see less and less of him, as Katja continued to dominate his life. She systematically cut him off from his former friends and family, all the while insisting that they were bad for him because they disapproved of his new lifestyle. In mid-1999 Roger was traded to Pride of Portree as a full-time chaser. With this new position came new responsibilities: a more rigorous training schedule, matches on a weekly basis, travel, and a sharp rise in the media’s attention. Katja became sulky and resentful; she was becoming more demanding of him, often becoming violent when she didn’t get her way.
When Katja realized that Roger’s attention was shifting from her to the new opportunities with a career in Quidditch, she started to demand marriage and children as a surefire way to make him fully hers. However, Roger was growing tired of Katja and her interference… while he dearly loved her, the budding new career held more of an allure. Days before the final match of the 1999-2000 season, Katja manipulated the fresh media attention Roger had gained to publicly break up with him and move back to Sweden, making sure to milk the attention for all she could and played the part of the poor, broken-hearted average girl tossed aside by her famous lover. This, of course, tore Roger apart; already uncomfortable with the media prying into his private life he coped by returning to his former vices: drinking, womanizing and gaining a reckless reputation. Even with the support of his friends Roger still could not seem to pull himself together.
The negative attention eventually led to Roger’s removal from the Pride of Portree team. In 2001 Puddlemere United offered Roger a reserve position as a favor from a friend, who gave him another chance with the understanding he must clean up his act. Despite his still hard partying ways Roger continued to prove himself on the pitch, eventually moved up to a full time chaser.
Personality:
First Impression: Flippant, a little too charming, sarcastic.
Likes: Kneazles (all animals, really); Bees wax chapstick; Women (especially if they have blonde hair and blue eyes); Going out and drinking with his mates; The way a cigarette tastes after a long day of training; Muggle cinema; Riding his muggle bike; Running.
Dislikes: Hospitals; Losing his chapstick; Being called ‘Rog’; Non-clove cigarettes; His mom worrying and nagging all the time; Reporters; Interviews; Fried foods; Lemons; Cameras.
In-Depth: Rita Skeeter once wrote: “Davies is a charismatically handsome man walking arm in arm with a lie; he uses his pretty-boy mask to tell his finely crafted ‘truth’.” But honestly, who listens to Rita anyway? However, this time it would seem Rita was dead on. He is an amalgam of contradictions. Roger, on the outside, is exceptionally charismatic with a devil-may-care attitude. He smokes, he drinks, he womanizes, and he’ll do as he damn well pleases, thank-you-very-much.
But what does Roger really feel about himself? For starters, he is not confident at all. Oh no, no, no. He was always astonished at his own popularity at Hogwarts given that he didn’t seek out the friendship of too many people; he is still surprised and very annoyed by the media attention that maintains through today. Despite all his womanizing, if you ask him to talk to a girl that he actually fancies Roger seems to not know the right things to say. He rationalizes his good luck with women with the explanation that they see him as the ‘perfect accessory’. A few times he has revealed his true insecure nature to friends, who usually have laughed and usually respond with: “You? Not confident? C’mon now, Roger! You’re the most confident person I know!”
Roger is friendly and approachable; he strikes up conversations with anyone, anywhere. If you don’t want to talk to him, in his opinion, that is your loss. Roger is genuinely interested in other people and what they have to say… until they want to know more about him. While he can talk to you for hours about traveling, movies, the state of the magical world and everything in between, Roger cannot talk about what he truly feels. Stating that when he ‘shares his true feelings he gets a yucky feeling and it makes his hands tingle’, he will instead charmingly say what you want to hear; if there is one thing Roger is better at than math and Quidditch it is being able to get a grasp of the person’s personality within a few moments of conversation. So, talk to him all you want, but don’t be surprised if you walk away from a two-hour conversation knowing only the name of his two kneazles and his favorite country to take a holiday.
He is surprisingly private when it comes to the more intimate details of his life. While Roger doesn't mind that the media comments on the finely crafted, reckless playboy image he works to give off, he will become rather upset when real truths are printed. He's been known to have had a few rows with reporters when bothered outside of a scheduled interview and once hexed a photographer's camera to the man's face when he wouldn't stop taking pictures. Roger strongly dislikes interviews and feels very uncomfortable during them, and is even more so uncomfortable during photoshoots. He's been labeled 'difficult' during these events, much to his own pleasure, in the hopes it would discourage others from booking him. All in all, Roger doesn't understand why he is in the public eye at all since, as he puts it, 'I'm just a bloke who rides a really fast broomstick throwing a ball around to other blokes on broomsticks'.
Pride Roger’s deadly sin. While he struggles with his own insecurities, in a way he knows he is fortunate to have a very intelligent mind (something he enjoys showing off from time to time), what the public deems ‘good looks’ (even if he thinks his facial structure is awkward and dislikes photographs of himself) and he is lucky to be a damn good Quidditch player. When insulted, he will laugh it off, but don’t think Roger will forget. He remembers, and at the next opportunity he will make you feel foolish; be it in the next interview, at a party, or where ever the perfect opportunity arises, and will do it in a subtle way, so that the person on the receiving end won’t forget any time soon. The dark side of his ability to figure out people can manifest itself into him saying utterly devastating things (stuff that he might not even mean); when crossed, Roger’s anger is very slow burning but he will do everything it takes to make sure the person’s life is very, very difficult. On the other hand, when Roger likes someone he goes out of his way to be a good mate to them; he is very loyal, but a fair-weather friend at best.
Despite all this Roger hates to see other people hurt or suffering (when they don’t deserve it, and he has a very clear line for who does and doesn’t), and has been known to go out of his way to make even a stranger’s day better. Roger is a very complex person who struggles with the duality of his nature: the famous, light-hearted, reckless, playboy Quidditch star, and the introverted, self-doubting child. Of course, he would never let on to the latter side of things.
Appearance: Roger Davies never really understood why he’s considered ‘handsome in an unconventional way’, he’s not very tall, only standing 5’9” with a slim yet fit build from years of running and Quidditch. His incredibly pale blue eyes have been the only feature of himself that he every liked while shunning his full lips, wide and high cheek bones and defined jaw covered with at least a few day's worth of slightly reddish facial hair, though never enough to be considered anything more than 'scruff'. Roger’s style of dress is what he likes to call ‘casually comfortable’, in that while he doesn’t enjoy the t-shirt and jeans look, or the button up shirt and slacks, he will often combine the two. He prefers fitted shirts and sweaters in darker, earthy tones and his pants either dark denim or a darker slack material. Sometimes, when the mood strikes, he will wear a silver ring on his thumb, though it does not have any special meaning; he just thinks it looks cool. His overall appearance gives off an odd mixture aura of aloofness and approachability. Despite not being the tallest bloke, Roger carries himself with an air of confidence and often jokes he forgets he is on the shorter side, as he always feels like he is 7’ tall. He is particularly proud of his good posture, something he gained from years of being slapped in the back of the head when he’d slouch by his mother and grandmother, though he is not rigid in his posture; rather, it seems very natural.
- Given his recent fall from grace, Roger is really working hard to gain back the respect he once had from his fellow peers and fans. Of course he is going to run into obstacles with both himself and others, so I think that could be an interesting thing to play out.
- Of course he shouldn't date anyone, he needs to be single and work on himself, but old habits die hard... and who doesn't love juicy gossip and dating drama? Trying to figure himself out is going to be difficult enough, especially with girls around. However, Cho coming in and out of his life often complicates things.
- While Roger over the years has come to let go of his resentment for how his mother was treated and tossed aside by his family and has attempted to repair those burned bridges, he still finds it a bit difficult to relate. Perhaps the easiest start is a better bond with Ernie.
- There is, of course, the whole ordeal with Jordan and The Family. Roger is openly flippant about the political ideology, often times thinking some of the pureblood socialital rules are rather ridiculous and will say so. While he does not know of Jordan’s involvement in The Family, he would not believe that his dearest friend would be capable of joining such people.
First Person Sample: There is nothing I love more than being on the pitch. I love the way the grass feels under my shoes, so vibrant and full; I love the way the sky always seems a bit bluer when I look up at the sky above the oval arena where I will play; I love the way the air always seems to fill my lungs, so fresh and clean. Perhaps I am just overly romantic, but it is hard to feel anything but a sense of pristine calm when here. My broom is in my hand and I get ready to mount for practice. Our captain is giving a pep-talk, impressing on us the importance of today’s practice, as tomorrow we play against Ballycastle. Captain always worries, fussing over the state of our brooms and robes. I wonder if captain’s mother was like mine. Maybe not, some people are just natural worriers, it seems.
The sharp blast of the whistle tells us it is time to start practice. My body goes into auto pilot mode, and the familiar dance of practice takes place: swing leg over broom, two, three, kick off ground, three, four, soar through the air. I catch the Quaffle and zoom off towards the other end of the pitch, the wind whipping my already untidy hair into more of a curled frenzy; I really need to either cut it or figure out how to get it into a ponytail despite it being at an awkward stage of long-but-not-long-enough. Dodge a bludger here, duck under my teammate pretending to be on the opposite team, and I launch the dead weight of the ball as hard as I can through the right golden hoop. It sails through without any problem and I smiled broadly, looking around at my teammates. I have a great feeling about tomorrow’s match.