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Name: Cash Michael Proudfoot. Cash's mother, a halfblood witch with a Muggle father, was, unfortunately, a fan of the Muggle country-western singer Johnny Cash. First chance she got -- which turned out to be her third son -- she named her child after the man and has never shown regret. Cash just might harbour vague homicidal tendencies because of this. Might.
Age: September 25, 1958.

Schooling: Cash's schooling has never been something he would openly wish to talk about. While his primary schooling couldn't have gone more smoothly (and with less religion -- always a bit of a shocker for those expecting him, the little Irishman, to regale them with tales of some dank and miserable Catholic schools, wherein the nuns beat him with rulers and the priests rambled on about St. Patrick), his Hogwarts schooling has always been a bit of a sore spot for the boy. The Wizarding World as a whole has long been under the misconception that the House of Salazar Slytherin accepted only purebloods. While it may be true that Salazar himself appeared to favour his pureblood students, and a great deal of the students would have loved for that to be the case, Cash Proudfoot, a cheerful little halfblood wizard, was Sorted into the Slytherin House after approximately thirteen seconds of deliberation by the Sorting Hat. This did not make Cash very happy.
It wasn't that Cash thought all Slytherins were the very embodiment of evil; quite the contrary, in fact, as his father was a Slytherin alum himself. He knew enough to be aware that, it wasn't being a total bastard that landed you in Slytherin, nor was it your purity of blood. It was this mindset that set kids so heartily against Slytherin, begging, pleading, reasoning with the Sorting Hat, "Please, no, I can't go to Slytherin. My Mum would kill me, and my Da would have a heart attack!" He knew it was the traits you possessed -- your cunning, your shrewd ambition, your determination to bend rules because, after all, don't the ends justify the means? -- and, in the end, he knew he possessed those very traits. It was simply the prospect of spending the next seven years, either hiding his halfblooded status, or fighting an uphill battle.

Appearance: Cash is an average guy, to tell the truth. Standing at approximately 5'10", he doesn't make for too intimidating an Auror right off the bat. For this reason -- or, at least, for the most part -- Cash has spent the past several years building up his upper body, when he had the time. Lacking the natural strength of his superiors, or even many of his peers, in the Aurorly ranks, Cash found he had to work out simply to make himself their equal. Though not a bodybuilder by any stretch of the imagination, he has finally grown into his moderately stocky build with rippling biceps to be envied by all!
His hair is auburn brown. That's all he'll ever say about it. Cash isn't exactly the type to begin waxing lyrical about the locks of russet adorning his brow, with twisting tendrils falling oh-so-casually before hsi eyes, requiring him to toss his head dramatically every minute or so. While he would love for someone to sit there and list off his attractive features, the young Auror himself couldn't put together an even remotely poetic sentence to save his life. And, as it is, he'll be the first to admit his hair is just brown...ish red. Some call it auburn. He tells them to stuff it and write down brown. His eyes, however, he likes a bit more. And by "likes a bit more" I mean, he likes that one can at least take a moment to describe them -- and it's much more masculine to have gorgeous eyes than amazing hair, unless you're Billy Idol. So, if anyone were to ask him what his best physical feature was, he would gladly tell him, it was his blue-grey eyes. Despite the fact that his driver's license, his birth certificate, his arrest reports the dossier he's sure his office must have on him, all say his eyes are blue, he is adamant that they are blue-grey. Perhaps this is because he wants to distinguish himself from his blue-eyed mother and elder brother, or perhaps he's telling the truth. After all, if you pay attention, his eyes do seem to dull to an icy grey when angered, and flash to a startling blue when scared.

Personality: Cash has been told many a time that he is such the typical Irishman that just talking to him conjures up the sounds of drinking songs and images from Angela's Ashes. Cash has never understood this. Then again, there's a lot Cash doesn't understand. However, he has a valid point on this one; the young Auror has always understood that the Irish stereotype is the drunk Catholic, miserably (and guiltily, as is necessary) stumbling out of the church where he was an altar boy, fleeing from an inappropriate priest, and into the slums, where he and his seventeen siblings lived on naught but stale beer and moldy potatoes and cared for themselves. Cash was none of these things. The only thing matching him there is that he's Irish.
Cash never grew up, simply put. Though he continues to climb up the corporate ladder as an Auror, even his choice of career is evidence of his boyishness. Tell him a dirty joke, and Cash will giggle; dare him to jump off a cliff, he will find himself the nearest and smallest cliff there is, work it out so he doesn't die (broken bones are perfectly okay), and jump; ask him to show you how to do something, and he will leap at the chance to show off just how SMART HE IS! He goofs off at any possible chance (yes, even coffee breaks and when he's stuck behind the desk), pulls pranks on people at the office, and, yes, he's the guy making copies of his bum and posting it all over the office over the pictures of suspected Bad Guys (which merits capitalization, of course). He was always the bright and happy kid growing up, his eyes growing wide at the slightest chance of mischief, and his lips curling into a smirk as he found yet another chance to one up a co-worker.
But, like I said before, Cash was a Slytherin, and he was a Slytherin for a reason. Despite his goofiness, he continues to do well in his job because he's got ambition, and lots of it. When in school, he tried out for the Quidditch team three times, each being turned down for some bogus reason, when everyone knew it was because of his blood status. By the third time, having seen the caliber of the Beaters placed on the team instead of him and knowing he was three times as good, he hunted down the Captain and, knife in hand, threatened to slice his fingers off one by one until he either gave him a fair shot, or he was out of fingers. This was his fourth year. Cash ended up Beater for the Slytherin team until his schooling came to a close. His shrewd ambition, his twisted belief system, in which the ends inevitably justify the means, and his quick wit in an argument could have made him one of the most loved kids in Slytherin, had his mother just been a tad more pureblooded. Instead, he angered many a Slytherin, scared several Ravenclaws, amused the Gryffindors who were willing to look past the whole "Slytherin" thing, and, well, was ignored by the Hufflepuffs that weren't exactly related to him. They were too busy smoking weed back behind their greenhouse.

Personal History: Technically, Cash was the product of a pureblood wizard, a halfblood witch, and a shotgun wedding. Actually, there's no "technically" about it; that's what Cash was. And that was it. There was nothing too complicated about his family, no secret loathing or hatred between their parents or towards their kids for ruining their lives. One might say the Irish are just experienced at these sorts of things, though that would be so horribly politically incorrect (not to mention unfortunately a mite true). After all, his parents loved each other, and were planning on starting a family at any rate; they simply started a year or two early. Their relationship had caused no wrinkles with the family, no disowning on either side, as, despite his father's pureblooded status, his family wasn't a stickler for one's blood. They were somewhere around second generation purebloods -- fullbloods, if you will -- and far from high class. It wasn't that big of a deal that their son was starting a family with a halfblood from Hufflepuff. They were just thrilled to have their grandkids.
So Cash was born, the third of four children, just ten and a half months after his older brother, and a full six and a half years before his next brother. They were all boys. Many sent their condolences to his mother after the youngest was born. The Proudfoot home, in Kilkenny, Ireland, was a home overflowing with testosterone, in which each boy was constantly trying to show the others up, each trying to establish some form of dominance. They expressed their emotions -- primarily anger -- physically, then went out back to throw the old Quaffle around. It was a wonder the house didn't fall apart by the time the youngest was five. This upbringing led Cash to develop an aggressive outlook on life; if he wanted something, he had to take it. No one was going to give him anything, and nothing was ever just going to come easy to him. There would always be someone gunning for the same job, trying to cheat him out of a well-deserved pay raise, reaching for that last melon at the market -- he just had to fight for what he wanted.
Cash entered Hogwarts at the age of eleven -- almost twelve -- like every other magical student in Great Britain and Ireland, lacking the anxiety of most other first years. His two elder brothers, Patrick and Brody, were already students (Gryffindor and Hufflepuff respectively), and they had promised, when they weren't beating him up, they'd watch out for him. He didn't fear what House he would be Sorted into, having grown up sans the usual prejudice of Mothers Against Slytherin House, or something like that. He entered coolly, the Hat was placed upon his head, and he was proclaimed a Slytherin. Though somewhat disappointed he wouldn't be with either of his brothers, he saw nothing wrong with being placed in his father's old House. He wasn't aware that, later on in the year, when his blood purity was outed, in much the way one would out a rival's sexuality, he would end up spending the majority of his days with the Hufflepuffs that surrounded his brother, Brody. He and Brody, less than a year apart, grew to be very close -- Irish twins who left many unsure as to whether they were "Irish twins" or simply twins who were Irish. But he couldn't rely on Brody entirely. The guy was in a different year, a different House, and had a different schedule. So, of course, lacking very many so much as pleasant acquaintances in Slytherin, he would arm himself with a comic book and head up to the dormitories.
Ah, yes, comic books, his first true love. Though Cash has told many a girl that she was his first love, or his true love, none of them could replace comic books. They were funny, they were exciting, and they were the closest thing a kid like him had to a telly. He loved Batman, the man whose only power was his enormous wealth, and Spiderman, the geek who became a hero. So, when fifth year rolled around and he was ushered into Professor Slughorn's office, he stared at the man blankly, and told him, quite simply, "Is there any way I can be a superhero?" Naturally, Aurordom was the next best thing, and his exact words were something along the lines of: "Sign me up Sluggy!"
At last, his seven years at Hogwarts came to a close, and Cash, suddenly apprehensive about his career choice, dreaded the thought of more training. School had been such a dreadful experience for him, and here he was, about to start more? Was he a sadist or something? He moved out of his parents' house in Kilkenny and into a small flat in Seven Sisters, London, the week before he started training, and he couldn't have been more nervous. The kid who felt no apprehension about Hogwarts now hated the prospect of going somewhere new. He felt like a six-year-old again. But he made it in, and he made it out. He learned how to work around and work with his instructors, what the right answers were, what the tips and tricks of being an Auror really and truly were. Hell, if Cash had to choose between redoing a single year of Hogwarts and working through Auror training all of his life, he'd choose the latter. Cash was the KING of his class of Aurors. Or so he claimed.
And so that is what Cash has been doing these past five years; working as an Auror, and stealing shoes on his off time. Yes, beware the shoe stealer. Years ago, Cash started stealing the left shoes of his housemates, and since, it has become a hobby. Strolling down the sidewalk, driving down the street, or walking through someone's house, if you leave a pair of shoes out, the left shoe might as well be gone. It's all Cash's now.

Occupation: Superhero! A hero of the people, ma'am. Auror, and recently promoted. His jobs include basically taking command of the basic units and instructing trainee classes. He's about level to a Chief Inspector in the Metropolitan Police.
Romantic Status: He's married, can you believe that?
Crushes On: The coffee girl, the mail girl, the neighbour lady, the neighbour lady's twenty-two-year-old niece, Celestina Warbeck, Celestina Warbeck's backup dancers, that lady on the Wireless, any sisters that lady on the Wireless might have... If you're not too horrible, chances are, Cash has at least taken a good look at you.
Partner: Kirsty Dawlish!
Beliefs about Purity: The man was a halfblood in Slytherin; he felt the sting of blood hatred, of being forced to hide it, of acting like you hated your own self, your own family until it was all forced out in the open, since he was eleven. He feels as if he's paid his dues, so, while he doesn't support it, he doesn't openly denounce it, either. He goes about his days, hunting down the big bad Death Eaters and keeping his head down, giving kudos and thumbs up to anyone who can make a conviction stick. Especially if it's on a former Housemate of his. He simply doesn't want to draw too much attention to himself again.
Chosen Side: He's technically neutral. He has a Dark Mark, which was not taken willingly, and he knows about the Order, though he did not going out and seek them out, and he's an Auror, which means it's basically his job to hunt down and take down the Ashwinder Coalition. So, though he's been forced into the fight time and again, and he sits in the back when possible and cheers on the Order, he's glad to be neutral and just do his job.

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Mun: Alex!
PB: Norman Reedus!
Font: Scriptina
Disclaimer: Dudes. Not Norman Reedus, and the name Proudfoot's Tolkien's JKR's (and Tolkien's. HE'S TOTALLY A HOBBIT!). But Cash? The guy's mine. Not the singer, but the character is, yeah. And so're the icons. Dun steal. I keel j00.