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Name: Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden
Canon: The Dresden Files
Age: 16
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: Demigod, Son of Hecate
Demigod abilities: Magic-Harry’s only real general godlike ability from his mother, he’s unusually powerful at it. His fire burns hotter, tracking spells reach father, shields are stronger, and items pulled more powerful. He was born with magic in his blood, and it readily leaps to his command. The only problem is that while he’s got a lot of power, control is another matter entirely. He wastes a lot of his energy on spells, and struggles with more subtle effects. Illusions, levitation, healing, they’re all way too subtle for him to manage safely and even with time and training it’s unlikely he’ll ever have an artists touch.
Personality:
For most of his life, Harry has been a shy kid who compensates by being something of a sarcastic pain in the ass. He dealt with the death of his father and the subsequent loneliness of his years of state care by cultivating a persona of easy humor, always quick with a snarky remark or a caustic comeback. This attitude also resulted in a deep hatred of bullies, as he was beaten up. A lot.
Under his attitude, however, Harry is a rather sensitive kid. He empathizes with others on a deep level, and when he sees someone in trouble he can’t help but feel like he has to step in and help, especially if the person in trouble is a woman or child. He looks out for the little guy, no matter the odds. His father raised him to be a gentleman, and he took those lessons to heart. He has a great deal of courage, though some would call it insanity, and won’t back down if he thinks the cause is right.
More recently, however, he’s been through a great deal of trauma that has left him sullen and withdrawn, wracked by guilt for the lives he took, and the pain of losing his second family. He tends to sit off to the side, trying to keep from attracting attention. He is a bit shy about social contact, both because he’s never had much experience with large crowds or children his own age, and because he’s afraid of being hurt again. He is, however, starting to come out of his shell after several years and is starting to open up.
The one area where he feels comfortable is with magic. Born with it singing in his veins, the power of creation and destruction bestowed upon him by his mother the goddess of magic, Harry has an infinite curiosity about the invisible forces that guide the universe. To him, magic is life, and it exists to protect and preserve the world, embodying the protective aspect Hecate had taken on in ancient Athens. He also has darkness in him, knowledge that sometimes one must walk a darker path from those around him to protect the innocent from the unknown threats in the shadow. He has to constantly be vigilant to walk that path between darkness and light, because he has seen first hand how easily claims to be doing what’s necessary can be twisted into egomaniacal evil justified by self-righteousness. Much as mother and son have difficulty connecting after years of perceived abandonment and unknown whims, their mutual love of the mysteries of magic and understandings of the complex paths one often has to walk in its preservation connects mother and son more than Harry has yet to realize.
AU History:
Harry was born the son of stage magician Malcolm Dresden and Margaret LeFay, in truth actually the goddess Hecate in one of her mortal guises. Yet for all the strange passion she felt for this gentle false magi and their child Hecate’s whims are unknowable and soon after Harry’s birth, and Malcolm was left to raise their son alone as the two drove all over America performing Malcolm’s act at increasingly smaller venues. Money was tight, and life on the road was always unstable, but Malcolm was a dedicated and loving father. For the first six years of Harry’s life the young boy was happy and content.
Unfortunately the good times were not to last, as when Harry was six Malcolm died of a brain aneurysm, leaving the boy to become a ward of the state, far from the best place for a young Demigod about to begin coming into his own. Harry bounced from orphanage to orphanage for several years, never really finding a place where he belonged. He was often bullied by the older kids, and the orphanage staff was distant at best and neglectful at worst. During this time Harry began to develop his sarcastic nature as a defense mechanism, as well as a deep loathing of bullies. Worse, however, was the monsters that began appearing in the corner of his vision. The friendly postman who smiled with too many teeth, the shadowy talons that traced lovingly over his bedroom window, the mangy dog that breathed fire and chased him for miles.
Events began to spiral out of control, with the adults blaming the injuries and damaged property that followed the small boy around on him, claiming he was obviously a delinquent who deserved what he got. Finally though, shortly after his 10th birthday in fact, a man named Justin DeMourn finally adopted Harry. Justin quickly revealed Harry’s heritage to him, that he was the son of a Goddess, though Justin claimed to not know which, and therefore was destined for power and greatness unlike any mortals could dream of. Justin also brought home another halfblood, a girl named Elaine, and in doing so gave Harry a family along with a newfound sense of purpose. Immediately DeMourn began training both demigods in the use of their divine powers and abilities, putting them through grueling and brutal daily practice and punishing battles against real monsters that pushed the two children to their limits. By any definition the preparation was abusive, the motivation manipulative and damaging, and the approval used as a tool to deceive two lonely souls into obedience, yet Harry could not bring himself to question DeMourn’s methods. For the first time since his father’s death he had a family, and losing it was a fate he wished to avoid at all costs. Eventually he even began to fall in love with Elaine, and upon discovering she felt the same way the two soon became intimate.
It seemed as if life would continue this way forever, training and school and his first love and harsh father, until the day of his 15th year when the Fates once more brought his life crashing down around him. That black day Harry discovered the truth about DeMourn, and the real reason he had adopted the two young halfbloods. A demigod himself, DeMourn had devoted himself to the Titans during the last war, and even as their efforts were beginning to fail he had attached himself to a new group, looking to use forbidden knowledge linked to Gaia to drain Elaine and Harry’s divine parents through his wards, taking their godly power for himself and leaving the children as mindless slaves to his will. Once more Harry’s life crumbled in a single night, only this time the consequences were far more immediate and deadly for the teenager.
Forced to flee the place he had called home for five years, the young demigod found himself pursued by a strange assassin summoned by Justin known as He Who Walks Behind, a monster unmentioned in the ancient legends and tales. Despite his young age, Harry through luck and cleverness defeated the otherworldly creature, and in doing so was claimed for the first time by his mother, Hecate’s symbol glowing in the clear night sky above the blazing inferno he’d created out of an innocent gas station, the funeral pyre of He Who Walks Behind. Then from the flickering shadows stepped an ethereal woman who called herself the Leanansidhe, and claimed to be, of all things, Harry’s fairy godmother. What she actually is remains unknown, but she is at least for the moment in the employ of Harry’s mother, and after receiving a mysterious boon from the woman he now owes her a debt that she fully intends to collect.
After this point Harry could have simply run away and never looked back, but there was one thing still binding him to Justin; Elaine. He refused to leave her in their foster father’s clutches, and so he returned to finally settle matters with the man who had raised him once and for all. Tragically, his heroic return was doomed to more heartbreak. Before he could complete his rescue, Elaine promptly betrayed Harry and trapped him for Justin to finish off. Only luck allowed him to break free, and he then engaged Justin in a brutal battle that only ended when Harry killed his foster father and fled his burning home, unable to find Elaine in the inferno. All he had in the world left in ashes, Harry departed the wreckage with only the clothes off his back and an enchanted talking Skull containing a spirit of knowledge DeMourn had used to further his plots.
He named it Bob.
Wandering, Harry found himself cursed, hunted by DeMourn’s allies and distrusted and feared by the Gods of Olympus. He’d been used in a plot to strike at one of their own, and the knowledge of how to do so again could have still been in his head. He’d also almost been the tool of their most hated enemies, and who knew how deep their corruption had set inside him. Better he die now than become a threat later.
It was only through the intervention of a minor forest god, one who’d taken on the name Ebenezer McCoy, that Harry survived long enough to make it to Camp Halfblood. Even there, however, life did not get easier for the son of Hecate. There was no cabin waiting for him, no known kin, and even though he was claimed, his mother remained silent after that first revelation. Emotionally traumatized and bitter towards the gods who treated him as little better than a rabid wolf to be put down Harry struggled to get along with campers and staff and deepened his isolation. His training and real world experience facing monsters gave him a way out, and Ebenezer took enough of an interest to take the boy on several quests, which, along with Chiron’s guidance, began to ease the boy out of his shell. Still, he spent as much time away from camp as at it, moving around to avoid DeMourn’s old allies, god arranged ‘accidents’ and the mortal authorities who wanted to question him in relation to the deaths of two people, not to mention the enemies he managed to make on his own. Only luck, skill, and unknown to him his mother’s intervention and planning, allowed him to survive at all, usually with severe injuries and property damage.
A year has passed like this, and for the past few months Harry has been away from camp on a quest to find a Sphinx with a riddle related to Gaia’s unlocking. Unfortunately the quest has not had much success, and while he was able to kill a dangerous monster and save a number of mortal children from a Red Room operation, the riddle was lost, several good people died, and the amount of useful intelligence they obtained is up in the air.
Harry’s not looking forward to talking to the consolers when he gets back.
Name: Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden
Canon: The Dresden Files
Age: 16
Demigod/Hunter/Satyr/Nymph: Demigod, Son of Hecate
Demigod abilities: Magic-Harry’s only real general godlike ability from his mother, he’s unusually powerful at it. His fire burns hotter, tracking spells reach father, shields are stronger, and items pulled more powerful. He was born with magic in his blood, and it readily leaps to his command. The only problem is that while he’s got a lot of power, control is another matter entirely. He wastes a lot of his energy on spells, and struggles with more subtle effects. Illusions, levitation, healing, they’re all way too subtle for him to manage safely and even with time and training it’s unlikely he’ll ever have an artists touch.
Personality:
For most of his life, Harry has been a shy kid who compensates by being something of a sarcastic pain in the ass. He dealt with the death of his father and the subsequent loneliness of his years of state care by cultivating a persona of easy humor, always quick with a snarky remark or a caustic comeback. This attitude also resulted in a deep hatred of bullies, as he was beaten up. A lot.
Under his attitude, however, Harry is a rather sensitive kid. He empathizes with others on a deep level, and when he sees someone in trouble he can’t help but feel like he has to step in and help, especially if the person in trouble is a woman or child. He looks out for the little guy, no matter the odds. His father raised him to be a gentleman, and he took those lessons to heart. He has a great deal of courage, though some would call it insanity, and won’t back down if he thinks the cause is right.
More recently, however, he’s been through a great deal of trauma that has left him sullen and withdrawn, wracked by guilt for the lives he took, and the pain of losing his second family. He tends to sit off to the side, trying to keep from attracting attention. He is a bit shy about social contact, both because he’s never had much experience with large crowds or children his own age, and because he’s afraid of being hurt again. He is, however, starting to come out of his shell after several years and is starting to open up.
The one area where he feels comfortable is with magic. Born with it singing in his veins, the power of creation and destruction bestowed upon him by his mother the goddess of magic, Harry has an infinite curiosity about the invisible forces that guide the universe. To him, magic is life, and it exists to protect and preserve the world, embodying the protective aspect Hecate had taken on in ancient Athens. He also has darkness in him, knowledge that sometimes one must walk a darker path from those around him to protect the innocent from the unknown threats in the shadow. He has to constantly be vigilant to walk that path between darkness and light, because he has seen first hand how easily claims to be doing what’s necessary can be twisted into egomaniacal evil justified by self-righteousness. Much as mother and son have difficulty connecting after years of perceived abandonment and unknown whims, their mutual love of the mysteries of magic and understandings of the complex paths one often has to walk in its preservation connects mother and son more than Harry has yet to realize.
AU History:
Harry was born the son of stage magician Malcolm Dresden and Margaret LeFay, in truth actually the goddess Hecate in one of her mortal guises. Yet for all the strange passion she felt for this gentle false magi and their child Hecate’s whims are unknowable and soon after Harry’s birth, and Malcolm was left to raise their son alone as the two drove all over America performing Malcolm’s act at increasingly smaller venues. Money was tight, and life on the road was always unstable, but Malcolm was a dedicated and loving father. For the first six years of Harry’s life the young boy was happy and content.
Unfortunately the good times were not to last, as when Harry was six Malcolm died of a brain aneurysm, leaving the boy to become a ward of the state, far from the best place for a young Demigod about to begin coming into his own. Harry bounced from orphanage to orphanage for several years, never really finding a place where he belonged. He was often bullied by the older kids, and the orphanage staff was distant at best and neglectful at worst. During this time Harry began to develop his sarcastic nature as a defense mechanism, as well as a deep loathing of bullies. Worse, however, was the monsters that began appearing in the corner of his vision. The friendly postman who smiled with too many teeth, the shadowy talons that traced lovingly over his bedroom window, the mangy dog that breathed fire and chased him for miles.
Events began to spiral out of control, with the adults blaming the injuries and damaged property that followed the small boy around on him, claiming he was obviously a delinquent who deserved what he got. Finally though, shortly after his 10th birthday in fact, a man named Justin DeMourn finally adopted Harry. Justin quickly revealed Harry’s heritage to him, that he was the son of a Goddess, though Justin claimed to not know which, and therefore was destined for power and greatness unlike any mortals could dream of. Justin also brought home another halfblood, a girl named Elaine, and in doing so gave Harry a family along with a newfound sense of purpose. Immediately DeMourn began training both demigods in the use of their divine powers and abilities, putting them through grueling and brutal daily practice and punishing battles against real monsters that pushed the two children to their limits. By any definition the preparation was abusive, the motivation manipulative and damaging, and the approval used as a tool to deceive two lonely souls into obedience, yet Harry could not bring himself to question DeMourn’s methods. For the first time since his father’s death he had a family, and losing it was a fate he wished to avoid at all costs. Eventually he even began to fall in love with Elaine, and upon discovering she felt the same way the two soon became intimate.
It seemed as if life would continue this way forever, training and school and his first love and harsh father, until the day of his 15th year when the Fates once more brought his life crashing down around him. That black day Harry discovered the truth about DeMourn, and the real reason he had adopted the two young halfbloods. A demigod himself, DeMourn had devoted himself to the Titans during the last war, and even as their efforts were beginning to fail he had attached himself to a new group, looking to use forbidden knowledge linked to Gaia to drain Elaine and Harry’s divine parents through his wards, taking their godly power for himself and leaving the children as mindless slaves to his will. Once more Harry’s life crumbled in a single night, only this time the consequences were far more immediate and deadly for the teenager.
Forced to flee the place he had called home for five years, the young demigod found himself pursued by a strange assassin summoned by Justin known as He Who Walks Behind, a monster unmentioned in the ancient legends and tales. Despite his young age, Harry through luck and cleverness defeated the otherworldly creature, and in doing so was claimed for the first time by his mother, Hecate’s symbol glowing in the clear night sky above the blazing inferno he’d created out of an innocent gas station, the funeral pyre of He Who Walks Behind. Then from the flickering shadows stepped an ethereal woman who called herself the Leanansidhe, and claimed to be, of all things, Harry’s fairy godmother. What she actually is remains unknown, but she is at least for the moment in the employ of Harry’s mother, and after receiving a mysterious boon from the woman he now owes her a debt that she fully intends to collect.
After this point Harry could have simply run away and never looked back, but there was one thing still binding him to Justin; Elaine. He refused to leave her in their foster father’s clutches, and so he returned to finally settle matters with the man who had raised him once and for all. Tragically, his heroic return was doomed to more heartbreak. Before he could complete his rescue, Elaine promptly betrayed Harry and trapped him for Justin to finish off. Only luck allowed him to break free, and he then engaged Justin in a brutal battle that only ended when Harry killed his foster father and fled his burning home, unable to find Elaine in the inferno. All he had in the world left in ashes, Harry departed the wreckage with only the clothes off his back and an enchanted talking Skull containing a spirit of knowledge DeMourn had used to further his plots.
He named it Bob.
Wandering, Harry found himself cursed, hunted by DeMourn’s allies and distrusted and feared by the Gods of Olympus. He’d been used in a plot to strike at one of their own, and the knowledge of how to do so again could have still been in his head. He’d also almost been the tool of their most hated enemies, and who knew how deep their corruption had set inside him. Better he die now than become a threat later.
It was only through the intervention of a minor forest god, one who’d taken on the name Ebenezer McCoy, that Harry survived long enough to make it to Camp Halfblood. Even there, however, life did not get easier for the son of Hecate. There was no cabin waiting for him, no known kin, and even though he was claimed, his mother remained silent after that first revelation. Emotionally traumatized and bitter towards the gods who treated him as little better than a rabid wolf to be put down Harry struggled to get along with campers and staff and deepened his isolation. His training and real world experience facing monsters gave him a way out, and Ebenezer took enough of an interest to take the boy on several quests, which, along with Chiron’s guidance, began to ease the boy out of his shell. Still, he spent as much time away from camp as at it, moving around to avoid DeMourn’s old allies, god arranged ‘accidents’ and the mortal authorities who wanted to question him in relation to the deaths of two people, not to mention the enemies he managed to make on his own. Only luck, skill, and unknown to him his mother’s intervention and planning, allowed him to survive at all, usually with severe injuries and property damage.
A year has passed like this, and for the past few months Harry has been away from camp on a quest to find a Sphinx with a riddle related to Gaia’s unlocking. Unfortunately the quest has not had much success, and while he was able to kill a dangerous monster and save a number of mortal children from a Red Room operation, the riddle was lost, several good people died, and the amount of useful intelligence they obtained is up in the air.
Harry’s not looking forward to talking to the consolers when he gets back.
