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NAME: McKenzie
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In Character.

FULL NAME: Mundungus "Dung" Fletcher. Marasi couldn't be arsed to come up with a middle name.
DOB | AGE: March 7, 1957 | 21
LINEAGE: Half, split right down the middle.
BORN: Ferguslie Park, Paisley, Scotland
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Crime-ridden Hackney, London
HOUSE | YEARS: Gryffindor | 1969-1976
OCCUPATION: Officially? Clerk in a seedy little head shop, located in the bowels of Knockturn Alley. Unofficially? "Freelance" pickpocket for Borgin and Burkes.

FAMILY | RELATIONSHIPS:

MARASI FLETCHER: Half-blood who never stood a chance in the big bad world. Grew up in rags, stayed in rags. Fell into bed with the wrong man at a young age and has devoted her remaining years to making ends meet by working as a loom cleaner at Anchor Mills. Though, with Dung gone, this nearly cuts her living expenses in half, and she has enjoyed the very small weight lifted from her shoulders since he ran off to London. She doesn't worry what he gets up to; if she did, she would've been institutionalized years ago. [ b. 1939, former Hufflepuff ]

DOYLE CESSFORD: Dung's muggle sperm donor. He went through a very private, curious phase, but never actually took the initiative to look him up or make contact. Doyle actually has a family in Edinburgh, but the girls are children from his wife's previous marriage, and he's unaware that his one-night stand actually ended up in pregnancy. [ b. 1942 ]

SIBLINGS: N/a.
OTHER FAMILY: Open to cousins? EVERYONE LOVES TO TALK ABOUT THE BAD SEED IN THE FAMILY. DUNG COULD BE YOUR GUY.
SEXUALITY: Irrelevant.
MARITAL STATUS: Mary Jane or Molly, depending on the day of the week.
CHILDREN: Sinéad Thomson [ b. June 21, 1985 ]
FRIENDS: Dumebledore, the man is a fucking SAINT. OotP members. TBD.
ENEMIES: The DMLE. Florence Moreau. TBD.

HISTORY:

Marasi, for all her hard work, was never the brightest witch of her age. Even hands-on learning came with difficulty, so it was no surprise that she left Hogwarts with no academic distinction and was forced into low-paying, menial labor. She was a barmaid, a custodian, domestic servant worker-- pittance for wages, but she got by. Still, living from paycheck-to-paycheck left very little room for a growing social life, and so most of her friends were male, much older, and none of them magically inclined. Any long-term romantic prospects didn't seem likely, so, she took what she could get.

And one night she took it in an alley, skirt hiked up her thighs while he finished in record time. She never saw Doyle Cessford again, not that she would've gotten much support from him anyway. If he'd known what she was, he probably wouldn't have gone near her in the first place.

Mundungus Fletcher was conceived from that frustratingly short and unsatisfying night and born nine months later in early March. The high cost of childcare didn't make it any easier on the small family, so when they couldn't bank on the generosity of neighbors or Marasi's landlord, Mundungus was usually left to fend for himself. Working 12-hour shifts seven days a week afforded Marasi very little "me" time, and so, against her better judgement, she more or less just unleashed her little terror on Ferguslie Park, which was already ravaged with crime and drugs in the 1960s. Growing up unable to afford anything outside of absolute necessities, he honed and perfected a talent for lifting what he wanted, a habit that's seemingly stuck with him for life, whether it be for survival or purely profit.

In 1969 he received his Hogwarts letter (not a surprise, as his manifested ability for magic had helped pickpocket on more than one occasion), and while the hat went back and forth between Slytherin and Gryffindor, his bloodline and acceptance of muggles was the deciding factor that stuck him in the latter. He quickly made a name for himself as the school deviant and was clearly not a faculty favorite (though, after serving as many detentions with Filch, he probably knew just about as much about him as his own family did). He didn't excel at much: not flying, Transfiguration, DADA, Potions, CoMC, Astronomy, etc... But he did have a very strange and suspicious aptitude for Herbology, and was often caught using the school green house to cultivate his own "hybrids."

Like his mother, he graduated with no honors and no Ministry desk-job offers (DAMN HIS LUCK!). With no NEWT scores to boast of, he had to set the bar really low. Dangerously low. Knockturn Alley low, where he met the shopkeepers of Borgin and Burkes, who quickly took him in as their off-the-books "collector." He didn't need persuasive tactics like Tom Riddle; he had sticky fingers and years and years of practice. Of course, with the shop straddling the very thin line between legitimate business and illegal shop, the DMLE has kept a very close and unnerving eye on him, and he's spent more than his fair share in a holding cell for crimes he has and hasn't committed.

Dumbledore was his saving grace, and his reason for turning to the Order of the Phoenix.

In late 1976, Fletcher was framed for the murder of Sigmund Hobbes, first husband of celebrity-beauty Florence Moreau. Missing items from an alleged robbery were found in the Knockturn shop, and Dung was caught without an excusable alibi. But, miraculously, through the efforts of Dumbledore, he was saved a very undeserved sentence in Azkaban and has since devoted his efforts to giving the Order inside information on the growing Death Eater cause.

He still works for Borgin & Burkes, though usually under heavy scrutiny from the DMLE, and also helps manage a head shop that fronts as an apothecary for holistic, natural medicines and remedies.

PERSONALITY:

Mundungus has never been the poster boy for the Gryffindor good-boy, and if chivalry IS in fact dead, he's probably the guy who staked it square in the face. At his worst he's a cheat, a crook, and a vehement anti-authority figure. He's a street-kid at heart, which hasn't exposed him to the good, shining population of the world, wherever they may be hiding. He's severely distrustful and very selective of friends; his dad never wanted him, and his mum, though bless her, she really tried, found it difficult to be open and demonstrative to her little financial burden. Forging a deeper connection with anyone who even tries just doesn't seem worth it. Everyone's out for themselves in the end, right?

This isn't to say he's unfriendly, per say. There's a difference between trusting a small circle of people with your double-agent status, illegal job(s), and where you live as opposed to just having a good time with other people. He likes to party, to prank, steal, break things, set fire -- general, abhorrent mischief that would make the Marauders proud. He can joke, he can take a joke, and if you're just looking for a fun time, it's easy to tolerate him for a night.

He definitely doesn't live a life of glamor (can't really blame anyone but himself, though), and though he makes half of his living by stealing, he doesn't really want for much. A roof over his head. A nice meal every once in a while. Good music. Illegal, recreational goodies...

STRENGTHS: Thrifty, firm in his beliefs, unwavering loyalty to Dumbledore, anti-consumerist.
WEAKNESSES: Drug dependency, paranoia, irresponsible, lazy, being on a first-name basis with most of the Aurors of the DMLE (no, really, it's not a good thing).

POLITICAL LEANINGS: Anti-authority, anti-racist, anti-sexist, anti-ageist, anti-OVER-ZEALOUS-INCESTUOUS-BLUE-BLOODS-WHO-THINK-THEY-HAVE-A-CLAIM-TO-SOMETHING. It's all shit. Really. So fucked up. His paw's a cunt, but it's not because he was born without the capacity for magic. So fuck off, really. (That's the long-winded version: he's officially in the ranks of the OotP, acting as a double-agent when he can.)

LIKES: MUSIC (horror punk, punk blues, punk jazz, Celtic punk, psychobilly, glam rock, 60s garage rock), straight edge (you know, before the hardliners and turned it into the crap philosophy it is today), the thought of having a threesome with Joan Jett and Cherie Currie, Joe Strummer, girls who can play their instruments, sleeping in, CALIFORNIA DREAMING ON SUCH A WINTER'S DAAAAAY.
DISLIKES: most of the DMLE, getting caught, when trying to lift a bloke's wallet turns into a really awkward situation, Mr Borgin (that old fart), getting jipped, not coming up with his rent, all those responsibility lectures.

APPEARANCE:

Short (165.1 cm, yes, he's serious, SHUT THE FUCK UP), stringy, lanky-limbed, and with impossibly long hair that garners sneers from the best of society. Dung was born a blond, but then it started to get that "ginger" tint as a toddler (he'd like to point out the irony in the fact that strawberry blond isn't really red at all and resembles ACTUAL ginger and vice versa), then blond again. The sun does weird things to his hair. But whatever. He has sharp, almost angular features, and while he sports a long-ish nose, it still isn't quite on par with Severus Snape's.

His fashion sense could be described as hobo-chic. Nothing has to be presentable, per say, it just has to fit. Sometimes a little too well, i.e. his usually too tight-fitting pants.

PB: Jackson Pollis

SOUNDTRACK:

♪ MARILYN MANSON | DISPOSABLE TEENS
♪ JOAN JETT | BAD REPUTATION
♪ COOLIO | GANGSTA'S PARADISE
♪ M.I.A. | BINGO
♪ THE CLASH | GUNS OF BRIXTON
♪ MASSIVE ATTACK | ANGEL
♪ MODEST MOUSE | KING RAT
♪ M.I.A. | PAPER PLANES
♪ EVERCLEAR | FATHER OF MINE
♪ SUBLIME | APRIL 29, 1992 (MIAMI)
♪ THE CLASH | I FOUGHT THE LAW
♪ THE TEDDYBEARS (FEAT. IGGY POP) | PUNKROCKER
♪ LOVE AND ROCKETS | SO ALIVE
♪ IGGY POP | LUST FOR LIFE
♪ THIRD EYE BLIND | GRADUATE
♪ TODD RUNDGREN | BANG THE DRUM ALL DAY
♪ RANCID | JUNKIE MAN