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Name: Dexter Montague
Age: 21
Lineage: The Montague Family, son of Graham Montague. Half-Blood
School/house: Hogwarts/Hufflepuff
Patronus: Manx Cat
 
Personality: [i]Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is a quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."[/i] Yea, yea Dad I got it. A montra that would have to be repeated to Dex almost on a daily basis growing up. To be bold was to be courageous to him. Why would I stay silent when I knew I was right? I witness a random person call someone else a mudblood, naturally you are supposed to get in their face and "correct" them. I know, it has gotten me in trouble in the past but so what? If I don't act then I have a higher chance of regretting my choices then not acting at all. Laced with this confidence in action it was supplemented with his clown like personality. "If I can't beat them heads up, then I might as well try and knock their mind off kilter with a humorous comment or two." Not one for losing, not one for letting someone get away with a terrible act that didn't align with his morals, Dex would skirt the line of a positive morality. However, his love of competition would always play the devil's advocate in his mind. To slow down might do him good every now and again. That is, if the bastard ever listened to his own advice.

Bio: Graham Montague was a star Slytherin chaser. Brutal, cunning, and always searching to be one step ahead of his opponents. This was the reign that Dexter picked up upon attending Hogwarts. The test of time would do it's work on Dexter's father. Cool, collected, and worried about the traits that once belonged to him that he witnessed in his son. Would Dexter heed his father's advice? Of course not! Why would he? Knowing his father's track record back in school he only had one goal; to beat his father's records anyway he could. 	
	
	From day one of being sorted into Hufflepuff, which was a shocker to anyone that knew Dex, all he did was search for the next step on this school's stairway to dominance. Year 1 he was recruited to play beater for Huffelpuff's team. Everyone saw this as the typical place that Dex would reside. Although, it was for reasons that weren't apparent to his peers. Sure, Dex had an in your face nature, always wanting to bring his athletic being to the next level, but he had other goals in mind here. "If I can take the Beater spot, then I can be damn sure that everyone else on my team are well protected because I trust myself to take the beating necessary to win." 

	Was it true distrust for others? Not in the slightest. He just had utter confidence in his own life. Too much confidence in the eyes of his instructors. Teacher's would chit chat amongst themselves on Dexter's academics over the years. Being called things such as "Thick skulled" and "Class clown" would define him to the T. With this being said, his academia obviously suffered early on. That wouldn't sit well with Dexter, oh no it wouldn't.

	Upon his second year he did the unthinkable. Dexter dropped from the upcoming Quidditch season. One of the best beaters they had witnessed in years dropping out of no where? His other classmates were obviously furious with him. Their words fell upon deaf ears though. Focus was set, eyes glued to the future, he would not be known as a failure. It wasn't hard to explain to his friends that what would be the point of him staying on the team if his grades caused him to no longer be apart of the school at all? Did he want to say screw it and play with his teammates? You bet your ass he did! Mature minds would reign supreme on that day however. This was the defining thought of his second year at school.

	This abrupt move in his life actually lead him to a new passion that would rival that of athletics. The side subject of Protective enchantments taught in classes such as Charms and Defense against the dark arts really fit his fancy. Being able to cast an enchantment that kept himself, or others, out of sight seemed like a pretty useful thing down the road. So he took to the subject matter like a fish to water. Running wild with it over his final years at Hogwarts.

	A proud graduate of the Wizarding school, and gaining a few years of maturity while he was at it really made his father smile that day. Dexter was proud sure, but as per usual he was on to the next stepping stone. With Protection at the forefront of his mind all he could think about was going the route of all great protectors. That path had a sign lit to the brim at the front reading "Auror Training". Poised to excel, the young man sprinted on to his future. Nothing was going to stand in his way of being the best Auror he could be and making sure he did everything he could to fight for every Witch and Wizard.