McQueen, Darragh

Teen!Witch Intern

The Toy Box

Full name: Darragh Liam McQueen

Nicknames/Aliases: Derry

Age: 19

Date of Birth: March 19th, 2054

Place of Birth: Somewhere in North Yorkshire. Just follow the sheep and smell of sulfur. Then again, the mum is paranoid, so it's unplottable. Good luck finding the farm!

Heritage: Half and half

Wand: Dogwood wand, eleven and one-half inches long, and a single jarvey tooth as core.

Education: HOMESCHOOLED

Position in Teen!Witch: Intern of sorts. You may call him everyone's bitch, too, if you want to.

Distinguishing characteristics: Darragh believes that his upper lip is perhaps a little too thin in comparison to the bottom one. It is because of this McQueen can sometimes be seen distractedly chewing on his lower lip in vain hopes of making it thinner.

Hair: Brown, messy and in large quantities. Mum is always trying to trim it down because she's "seen" it'll be his death (Yeah, he doesn't know what the hell that means either), but he always manages to squirm his way out of her grasp.

Eyes: Darragh is doe-eyed. All clear and dark brown, giving him the appearance, when not frowning, of being quite the innocent soul. His eyebrows are thick and expressive, but his lashes aren't nearly as copious or nice as his hair.

Height: 5'9"

Build: Darragh is somewhat lanky, and still growing, which results on him not being entirely comfortable in his own skin. As it is, his arms are strong enough due to all the crap he had to carry around his parents' farm. Sucks to be him.

General appearance: Out of all his siblings (and given that there are many, this is something close to an accomplishment) Darragh is surprisingly the one who dresses the best. He's nowhere near as being as stylish as some of his co-workers (though masters is more fitting), but he does manage to look quite nice most of the time. He prefers muggle clothing over wizarding ones, and can be found sporting a pair of dark jeans, converse, and turtle neck sweaters with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

Darragh has a manner of slouching, stuffing his calloused hands inside his pockets, and acquiring a spaced-out expression when bored. When this happens, he mentally starts his own spelling bee in which he is, of course, the ultimate winner.

Personality - Background: Generally outgoing, talkative, and active, Darragh is that boy from next door that everyone and anyone would like, except that--well, by growing up in a farm, the only people next door are the cows and horses inside the McQueen's barn. Son of a muggle police officer, and a witch who claims to be a seer, Darragh was taught from very young how to work hard, that money doesn't grow on trees, and that if he has one kid, it'll be more than enough. He loves his family dearly, but he can't work out how his parents haven't lost their respective minds, and constantly wishes the young ones would butt of his life. Not that his other siblings are any better either, but at least they don't make him wish he was an only child.

Darragh's childhood consisted on him learning how to milk the cows, chase chickens (and killing them, too) for lunch and dinner, running around the cornfield in hopes to find a potential corn-thief and beat him up, running away from his twin sisters, and stealing someone's sheep and cattle for the shits and giggles. It was during those years that McQueen learned he was only fathering one kid (if at all) and moving to the city as soon as he turned seventeen.

He didn't. Thanks to his mother deciding to get pregnant (AGAIN), the boy had to stay home and help look after the newborn twins for a couple of years. When he was at last able to leave his house, Darragh gathered his clothes, took his savings and moved to London with a friend of his. He currently shares a small apartment downtown, while juggling his internship between being a bus boy (part time) at the Leaky Cauldron.

Likes: The city, cars, girls, scarves, sleeping, reading, sneakers, stealing sheep, riding horses, gobstones, quidditch, theater, music, and chasing chickens for the lulz.

Dislikes: Farms, babies, poker, beer, firewhiskey, the dark, flying, beetles, snakes, comic-books, baseball, coffee and girls that are taller than him.

Family:

-Mum and pops. [OLD]

-Caleb [Brother - Age is irrelevant]

-Cabel [Brother - ??? Who cares]

-Dionell [Brother - Ask him]

-Maurice [Brother - see above]

-Franklin [Brother - see above. Wait--LOL he can't talk, so tough and rotten tomatoes for you]

-Beatrice & Jezzabell [Little sisters, Seeds of Satan - ????]

-Cry babies [Little brothers, twins, can barely talk and poop an awful lot]

Allergies: His family.

Pets: LOL no.
Other: Darragh inherited from his grandmother, the "gift" of the sight. Whenever he's bored and his mind is mostly empty, he gets quick flashes to what might happen to him in a few hours, and sometimes days. He often makes a joke out of it, leading people to believe it's not true, which works just fine for him. 

Extra: No. Bye now.