Character.

FULL NAME Stanley Robert Davis
NICKNAME Stan or anything other than Stanley, please.
AGE & BIRTHDATE 9 February 1951 / 28, going on 29
GENDER Male
BLOOD STATUS Pureblood
HOUSE Ravenclaw alumni 1970
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight, thank you very much.

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BACKGROUND & PAST Eileen Nicole de Saint-Pierre was of French decent when she first met her future husband, Nathaniel Davis. She was fresh out of Beauxbatons, visiting England to see her relatives, when she happened upon the older Nathaniel. They talked for a while, finding that they had common interests plus they were attracted to one another. So when the time came to return to France, Eileen declined and accepted the impromptu proposal from Nathaniel. They married after a short period of time. Naturally things were a little rocky at first; everything was spur of the moment, so they had to learn to adjust. Eileen had no problems bending to the will of her husband, wanting to do nothing more than make him happy. Nathaniel was so entranced by her that after a while, things calmed down.

What seemed to be a mere few months later, she discovered she was pregnant, and their eldest child Stanley was born in mid-November. The baby was like a gift for the both of them, seeing as Nathaniel got his boy to carry on the family name and Eileen could coo and spoil a young child. That's how his childhood was, overall. Stanley was spoiled and given anything in life he could ever want. His father was a known Death Eater and had an unlimited income due to family money, so Stanley was never denied anything and grew up in a typical Death Eater family style of living. Even after three more yonger siblings came into the picture, he was still the eldest, the favourite, the first born son and the most loved by both of his parents. His younger siblings didn't mind that because they grew up knowing and learning about their family and how things were done in 'proper society'. They all got along, though it seemed like it was just that -- getting along. The four siblings were never close nor did they share secrets or be friendly; they were just siblings. Pampered, spoiled and loved, his childhood was spent waiting for the day he would turn 11, when surely his Hogwarts letter would arrive. In the meantime, before going to the school, he was interested in athletics but made very few friends. For some reason, he lacked proper people skills so making friends was hard for him, seeming to make only one really good friend that lasted him a long time -- Matthew Brocklehurst. The rest of the people he knew were mere acquaintances, but that was how he liked things.

That's how it was in school at Hogwarts. After not being sorted into his father's old house, Slytherin, and ending up in Ravenclaw, Stanley settled into the lifestyle easily. In his second year he went out for the house Quidditch team, making seeker, but that lasted all of two seasons. By his fourth year, he grew bored of the sport and just dropped it one year, deciding to not try out anymore or waste/bother his time on something like a flying sport. People took it way too seriously, which ultimately ruined the fun in the sport for him. Not only that it was something you either loved or hated with no happy medium, and since he was the happy medium there, he realised that playing was just wasting his time and everyone else's. If he wasn't going to be gung ho about it, why bother?

The rest of his schooling had gone by without a hitch, really. Classes, random girls he screwed and that was it, really. By the time he left school, he was unsure of what to do with himself. In the muggleworld he found good work just by chance. He was walking through London when he passed by a building. Just because he walked in and the lady at the front desk thought he had the charm the company was looking for, the dark good looks that could send the company to the top with a young man seated on the board. It all happened fast and before he knew it, he had landed a job, without schooling and proper knowledge, with a prestigious ad firm. It wasn't horrible work, despite it being muggle, but he never had the resentment towards muggles like most people in his place did. He was more likely to just walk by one instead of torturing them.

Upon leaving school, two things happened: his father started to pester him about becoming a Death Eater, and he became a father himself.

The Davis family just seemed to be prestigious, high standing because they were Death Eaters, loyal to the mark and to the Dark Lord. Stanley was not on to join something because everyone else seemed to do it, so he declined the offer to become a Death Eater like his old man. Oh, did that enrage the elder Davis? His eldest son was not going to follow in his footsteps and become loyal? Well, that wasn't how Stanley saw it; yes, he's loyal to that side, so to say. Actually, he really doesn't care seeing as the second thing that happened to him was with a muggle. He believes that they don't belong in the wizarding world, but that doesn't mean he wants to kill the ones that aren't interrupting their world. It's all confusing.

Just like how he became a father. In late 1978 he met a girl by the name of Francine Waters. She was a nice girl at his job, someone that he got along with. The two started to see each other without anyone else knowing about their relationship. Even when she became pregnant shortly after they started seeing one another, no one assumed he was the father. Things seemed to be going great: they were getting along, a baby was on the way and God, Stanley was just so excited. But things fell apart somehow, somewhere he couldn't pinpoint. It must have happened right before the baby was born because Francine met some people and started going to parties; ones that ended in her so strung out she couldn't remember her own name. That enraged Stanley. Tracey Davis was born in October of 1979 to a mother who was once again strung out. Without her knowing anything, Stanley took the baby and left. There was no way his first born, his daughter was going to grow up with a strung out mother; he wasn't going to allow it.

Shortly after the birth, he quit his job and became a full time dad. He also didn't want Francine tracking him down at work, demanding to see her daughter, something he wasn't going to be able to handle well. So, he kind of disappeared into society, living off his inheritance while his baby grows up without a mother.

APPEARANCE There are one of two things people think of when they automatically see Stan: broody or incredibly too happy. His looks are dark, mysterious and astounding. There's no one quite like Stan in the appearance department. Dark hair and dark eyes are most notable, yet his chin is overlooked. It's prominent, sticks out yet it seems to just melt right into his face, as if a big chin is normal on any person. His smile is infectious, easily something that is stunning on him and spreadable; if Stan is smiling, it's guaranteed anyone else around him is smiling too. Not at all too tall, his incredibly long legs give off the appearance that he actually is taller than he really is -- which is something he really doesn't mind because hey, being taller isn't such a bad thing.

His hair is almost always kept shaggy, unruly and unkempt mainly because if he keeps short hair, he tends to think he looks ridiculous and Stanley is all about appearance. His parents always try to get him to cut it, to look more professional, to look like the high class citizen that he is, but really, he isn't interested. His shaggy hair attracts more ladies and makes him look his actual age and not younger or older. He also prefers to wear 'tight clothes' only because he doesn't get baggy ones. Trousers that sit around his ankles? No, thank you. Pants and shirts that fit him perfectly or even a little snuggly is how he likes it. Normally, though, it's dress up for him: white shirt, black coat, black trousers and sneakers.

PERSONALITY His emotions always range, from quiet and broody to loud and excited. It all depends on what kind of day you catch him on, and yes, waking up on the wrong side of the bed does make him quiet and broody and sometimes a downright asshole. In the case of those days, don't mess with him. Literally. Say the wrong thing and it's likely to set off an atom bomb in the vicinity. Looking at him wrong can even do that. Everyone has their volatile points, Stan's is just a little more volatile than most. Friends or not, family or not, he will explode if he's in one of those moods. But if he's in a good mood, where he's smiling and laughing and being all excited, he's a great guy to be around. Cracking jokes with a straight face is one of his hobbies especially because he likes to see how people will react to what he says, including the content and how he says it. Usually people laugh because he keeps such a straight face during the joke, only to burst out laughing afterward.

To say the birth of his daughter has calmed him down is an understatement. It seemed before she was around his patience was limited, but now is a different story. Now he can handle things better, like stress and irritating situations. Instead of just opening his mouth and spewing forth whatever nonsense is on his mind, he actually shuts his mouth and thinks things over. Tracey has brought out the calm in him, the need to mind his mouth and his manners around those he would normally not give a shit about. Actually, his daughter has changed his outlook on life completely. Stan no longer has the luxury to sit around and judge people based on whatever nonsense reason he can find -- her mother was a muggle afterall, something he overlooked when he became involved with her, so it's not like he can judge them anymore. His daughter is among one of those who is sanctioned by the Ministry. He loves her unwittingly, with every ounce of his being and would quite literally lay down his life to save the one thing that means anything to him. She is his new reason for living.