MACNAIR, walden conall

[Walden Conall Macnair]

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What can be found in a name:
Walden Conall Macnair [Wally to his close friends, Macnair to most]
When the day I was born:
12th November 1958
The Angels screamed:
Alisdair Macnair - Aethenon/Abraxan Breeder
Lorna Macnair (nee Abbott) - Housewife & occasional botanist.
And Hell shut its doors:
The Macnair household has many animals but none that Walden would consider a 'pet' as such. He thinks he's far too old now to become too attached to an animal, although he is rather fond of a black-winged Aethenon stud that's one of his dad's breeders.
While creatures retreated:
Pureblood.
To depths unknown:
Slytherin

I hide from them:
- Quidditch pitch (practicing, running laps etc.) and the locker rooms
- Common Room scouting for possible talent with Mulciber
- The stables at home
- Astronomy tower - well, not personally, but girls love the Astronomy Tower. They think it's romantic.
Be who they want to see:
[Walden is heavily based on VikingCarrot Macnair, not even gonna lie xD]

Walden Macnair is a rather heavily built for someone who at seventeen still has space to grow, which is one of his favourite features. He stands reasonably tall at around 6'' (although he professes to be 6'1 and predicts to be this height by the time he leaves Hogwarts), and is by no means skinny. Working with animals most of his life and playing Beaters' position means that Mulciber has what he personally considers an enviously muscular physique. So much so in fact, that when not playing Quidditch or helping his dad tend to Aethenons in the Summer Walden trains almost incessantly and convinces his mum and anyone else reasonably good at botany and potions to brew up performance enhancing concoctions for him.

Being image concious also extends over Walden's face and hair as well as 'being buff'. He is very concious about being effeminate and so any beauty regime he may have is kept well under wraps but he does put a great deal of surreptitiously teasing his hair in the morning so it looks carefully dishevelled. Walden has black hair [often spiked just so, obviously] and piercing blue eyes, which is again, rather proud of, although these are usually hidden, again rather pretentiously, behind aviator sunglasses from the first sight of weak sun in March or April.

Walden would very much like to be tanned to complete his look as the picture of health but being pale and pasty is the one area of his appearance he's not confident about. Living in Scotland all year around is admittedly not the most exotic of climates after all. To make himself feel better about the lacklustre complexion Walden adds various 'rebellious' touches. He makes sure, for instance, that the various scars he has from Quidditch and helping to tend the Aethenons and Abraxans are visible most of the time, to make him look more dangerous and ~edgy. Also, being the edge of cool means that Walden has invested in a few amateur piercings and tattoos. They're not particularly impressive (one earring, one nipple piercing that very nearly became infected and a shaky 'W' tattoo over a hippogriff on his shoulder) but they make him look older than seventeen, which is always a good thing for attracting older women, right?
But that leaves no one:
Jon Kortajarena -

To discover that inside:
Walden isn't the most kindhearted of boys. He is by no means cold, in fact Wally thinks himself the life of the party and is incredibly loud and raucous most of the time. Not being very academic, Wally likes to be aware and be invited to every party he can. He doesn't tend to do anything by halfs either, which means that at said parties he'll tend to the be the first to arrive and the last to leave, or rather pass out the sofa/bed/nearest lucky lady. He also "entertains" most of the party guests with his self-professed natural talent at comedy, which usual consists of crude jokes, mostly about 'Your mum'.

Despite not being regarded as 'cold' in that sense, however, Walden is not an archetypal 'nice boy'. His language is atrocious, and he has a blatant disregard for treating other people as equals. Walden has a handful of friends who he treats with a reasonable amount of respect and it's tough luck toeveryone else as far as he's concerned. With his friends he is quick to defend and could even be called 'loyal', but unfortunately due to Walden's general misanthrophy this is a good side that is rarely seen. This is evident even more so to girls. Walden has never had much respect for the 'fairer sex' to so speak. As far as he's concerned, girls deserve the gentlemen routine only until Walden reaches his er - ultimate goal with them, shall we see. Then he switches to the 'hump 'em and dump 'em' approach. He's also rather immature when it comes to dating. Despite being 'experienced' with girls, Walden has never had a proper girlfriend and would much prefer making lists of the girls in their year with Mulciber - his favourite being 'Frigid List' and 'All Teasin' No Pleasin''.

Walden is certainly not an intellectual or an academic, but he is surely Slytherin-esque in that he is very ambitious. He is certain that he's destined for big things, and that Big Things aren't nessescarily synonymous with getting an O in Potions. He fully intends to 'make something' of himself and not live off his dad's business or the job that he has set up at the Ministry of Magic. Walden has always considered himself independent and although he likes socialising and being with other people he by no means needs other people and aside from a select few people he has no emotional ties holding him back from his potential. And Walden, as well as being ambitious, is also hugely arrogant and self-assured, to he thinks he has a whole lot of potential.

Walden's misanthrope attitude also manifests itself in his sadistic streak. Walden has developed rather a kick out of seeing small animals in pain, or rather, causing that pain. Now, he's older and wiser and doesn't get the same kick out of burning the legs of spiders as he used to. Instead he gets a bigger kick out of seeing people in pain. Usually people weaker or smaller than himself in some way, because it's easier for himself. Naturally, at a school with as many rules and prefects and watchdog teachers as Hogwarts, Walden rarely gets to fulfil his sadistic kick in hurting other people physically or with magic, but he has been known to beat the shit out of the weedier Slytherins in the years below, and it's more difficult to lose housepoints for causing emotional pain, which he's also become very adept at. But after all Wally only has one year or so left of school, and then he'd be free both to fulfill his potential and exercise any pent up sadism he might have kept under wraps at school.
This soulless being:
- Quidditch
-Small animals (or rather the lack thereof)
- Making lists ('top ten sixth year girls' etc.)
- Exercise
- Power
- Betting
- Drinking games
- Making 'witty' jokes (usually 'your mum' jokes)
Is just as lost:
- Feminism
- Most of his lessons (Walden isn't the most academic)
- Losing bets
- Losing at anything, really
- Animal-lovers
- Frigid girls (Walden would think that this falls under feminism)
- Looking weak or disempowered
- COMC in particular (although it's one of the only lessons he's reasonably good at)
As everyone else:
- Physically strong /Athletic
- 'Matchmaker'
- Persuasive
- Manipulative
- Ambitious
In a world that knows only hate:
- Crude
- Not intellectual (rather dopey actually)
- Bad tempered
- Backstabber
- Sadistic
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
- Although Walden's father has pretty much set up a job for him as trainee Executioner with the Ministry of Magic, Walden's primary ambition is to join the rumoured followers of He Who Must Not Be Named once he graduates from Hogwarts. He knows that he isn't the best student, and he doesn't want to be seen as stupid all his life. He's not so stupid that he can't see the power offered by becoming a Death Eater.
- Walden has a growing sadistic streak. From growing up seeing his father act with cold indifference to the 'runts' of each litter with his animals Walden is very attracted to the power he gets from ending the lives of small animals. It has led to a few macabre incidents in COMC that have thankfully been smoothed over. Nobody really knows the extent of the excitement he gets from the morbid activity, although he does always offer to take the reposnsibilites of drowning the runts for his dad nowadays.

They left me to die:
Grandparents deceased. One uncle - Albert Abbott, who is ten years younger than Walden's mother and lives near Godric's Hollow.
On a bed of roses:
Grandfather deceased, Grandmother Iseabail Macnair still alive and living in a small Wizarding settlement in St. Fillans.
Blood seeping through:
Walden's father had a longterm affair with a halfblood witch he worked with when he worked for the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. The affair lasted six years and the witch was pregnant twice, both of which she terminated. Walden once caught them together in his father's office when he was twelve, but never told his mother because he respected his father much more than her. As far as Walden is aware Lorna still doesn't know.
The satin sheets of fame:
Reasonably well off, more through his father's business than through ancestry, the Pureblood Macnair line is dying out.
What a bitter story of love:
Walden Macnair was the only son born to Alasdair and Lorna Macnair, born on a particularly grey barren day in November. Neither of his parents had longed for a large family, as both adhered to the Pureblood tradition of producing a son to carry on the line. Walden, as he grew up, never wanted for siblings either. Well provided for and rather spoilt, by the time he was old enough to walk and talk (which took a little more time for Walden than it did for the average child) he was already demanding and possessive over his family's estate. Although many children would have been lonely growing up alone in the large Macnair home, Walden thrived on the independence and the attention, although he admittedly talks up having a 'lonely childhood' to get sympathy from the girls and appear sensitive.

Most days Walden would spend fishing (pointlessly most of the time) in the loch near their estate, which was situated in the Highlands near Kinross. When he wasn't fishing, or tormenting his mother for more toys, Walden helped his father tend the Aethenons that he bred in the large stables near their home. The Aethenon's were Alasdair's pride and joy, but Walden wasn't jealous of the special status the animals had with his father. Rather it made him feel grown up and important to help feed and care for the graceful creatures. When he was still quite young, around seven or eight, Walden grew particuarly close to a young weak foal. He had never had a pet as such, although there were many dogs, cats and owls around as well as the Aethenons. But he became particularly attached to this creature, as impressionable and innocent children often do. He was distraught to find one morning that his father had 'taken care' of the foal because it would not breed well. The experience greatly shook Walden, and for a long time he wouldn't go near his dad or the stables.

Finally, Alasdair gently explained to his son the business of breeding, even convincing a reluctant Walden to watch as he had to drown a sickly kitten from the cat's last litter in the loch. It was more humane to let the weak ones go, Alasdair explained. No longer sickened, Walden was entranced by the idea. Before he received his Hogwarts letter aged eleven, he had already 'helped' his dad with both the Aethenons and the cats, and considered himself unscathed by the incident, although he never did consider another animal a 'pet'. In fact by the end of his first year at Hogwarts Walden (now known either as Macnair or Wally, and all the cooller for it) had gained somewhat of a macabre reputation in Slytherin for tormenting the small animals that plagued the dungeons. Nothing too horrible, you understand, just spiders, mice and the like. Although for the most part Walden tried to keep his little 'hobby' under wraps. He had more important things to concentrate on anyway.

Not lessons of course, because he had already realised,by the end of first year that he was crap at most of them. The only things he did reasonably well in were Herbology and COMC, and admittedy he had had help from home for both of those. No, Walden was concentrating on building his reputation. And he did reasonably well. As a rather macabre boy even by Slytherin standards he has never made it into the goodbooks of many Gryffindors or even Hufflepuffs, but he considers himself reasonably popular with the Slytherin girls particularly, and has charmed a fair few Ravenclaws in his time. And plus he got on well with boys, or at least, the boys who were interested in having a good time with him, he couldn't have fun with serious people.

In particular Wally struck up a close friendship with Mulciber, mostly based on shared taste in misogny and bad jokes, and he's glad that he can forever tease Hilary about being in his debt, because he saved his life technically, when the idiot fell over the side of the boat as they made their way across the lake as little firsties. Walden, who wasn't used to being told what to do with other people, quickly told Mulciber that he was rowing in the wrong bloody direction and they'd end up back in Hogsmeade, but the other boy didn't listen, and in the ensuing scuffle managed to topple out of the rickety boat. After briefly entertaining the notion of leaving him behind and feigning no knowledge of a 'Mulciber', Walden rather irritably helped him clamber back into the boat. It wasn't the start of a 'beautiful friendship' so to speak, but as Slytherins go it was good to have a mate who wouldn't backstab you viciously at every turn. He's very glad he didn't feed him to the Giant Squid in other words.

Now in his sixth year, Walden has a fair amount of social standing amongst his peers. Whch helps because he's been forced to repeat two OWL's this year that he had failed miserably in fifth year. When most of his classmates and friends are maturing, Walden is still a rather immature seventeen year old and now that he's of age, his concerns and priorities have not changed greatly. Except that now he's more attractive to older women, or so he thinks. Walden has however buckled down in some areas of his studying, particular duelling and defensive spells, because of the allure of the whispered Death Eaters and their power, which Walden fully intends to as soon as possible, either before he graduates Hogwarts or is kicked out.

'I must not dangle first years by their ankles and shake them for spare change'

That's what he was supposed to be writing. But he wasn't obviously. Slughorn always wanted to look like the detentions he was giving out to Slytherin students were fair, but honestly he was horribly biased. Which meant that usually he gave out boring repetitive, old-school tasks like writing lines, and then abandoned his students to complete the task, trusting their Slytherin honour. Tonight, Walden Macnair was meant to be writing out his lines one-hundred and fifty times, but Slughorn had gone to eat crystallised bloody pineapples or something ridiculous, and instead the sixth years was reclining back on two legs of his chair, legs on the desk as he twiddled his quill boredly. He was just biding his time until the clock hit 7.3pm. Then he would have finished his hour and would be free to go. Walden received detention a lot, and so it was safe to say that Slughorn was used to his disgruntled presence and never even bothered to check how many lines he had written anymore. Which was just as well because Walden had given up after two and a half and resorted to drawing rude cartoons instead.

He signed heavily. 7.28, 7.29. Shrugging, Walden balled up the rude cartoon and chucked it inthe bin - and then quickly regretted that nobody was hear to see it, because it was quite a good shot. "Professor. It's after half seven!" Walden called gruffly into Slughorn's adjoining office from the classroom door. Slughorn was snoring lightly, his fat belly resting on his desk. He didn't even wake up, the fat old idiot. Walden shrugged, and leaning in plucked the two remaining sugared strawberries from the box that rested on top of Slughorn's gut. It wasn't as if he needed them, and besides, he should have been more attentive. Mildly annoyed that he had wasted time when he could have slid out under Slughorn's nose a half-hour ago, Walden quickly exited the classroom and made his way back to the Common Room, checking his reflection in the shields of armour as he went and re-spiking his hair carefully.

The party tonight wasn't even a party. One of the fifth year girls had turned sixteen and she was having a 'small get together'. Well at least, she was having a small get-together with her friends before she had attempted to coolly invite Walden and 'a few of his mates' over breakfast. By ten thirty Walden had informed Mulciber and the rest of the boys from the sixth year dorm. By lunchtime they had managed to procure a small batch of potent alcohol, both beers and firewhiskey to help liquor up the birthday girl help the birthday girl celebrate. Walden was fairly confident that what might have been a small get-together and a boring fifth year party was now set to become quite the enjoyable evening. Now that he was arriving of course.

Grinning, Walden walked lazily to the group of party-goers in the Common Room and promptly stole Mulciber's freshly opened bottle of butterbeer. "Now, where's the birthday girl?" He clapped hishands together in a business-like fashion, unconciously ruffling his spiked hair again.

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