Fisher, David Anthony

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Name: David -- Davey -- Anthony Fisher
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Year: Fourth
Face Claim: Logan Lerman

Canon or Original?

Original

Facial Properties:

Davey's mother constantly described Davey's head as "the cutest little egg you'd ever see!" and she was never kidding when she said that. At dinner parties, at festivals down town, out and about shopping. Whenever children came into the conversation, Mrs. Fisher was always bringing up Davey's "egg" head. It's not that it isn't egg shaped. It is in a way. When Davey was younger, he would do everything he could to not get a hair cut. Fussing, breaking things, and running around were his only defense as to not getting one, and Mrs. Fisher thought it was so damn cute that she eventually gave in to him and he never got one. This helped with her "egg shaped" comments but, in return, actually made her move onto other things to annoyingly brag about to friends. His plump little nose, or his flat lips! She was by no means sinister whenever she tried to describe how adorable he was. It was never to beat out any other mothers children. No, Mrs. Fisher just really loved her boy. She loved him all the way from his big forehead, to his swooping bangs. She loved his big sapphire eyes and thick eyelashes all they way down to his flat lips, pale complexion, skinny neck, and large adams apple. She loved every ounce of her baby. To this day, Mrs. Fisher still brags about her "baby's" looks.


Physique:

There has not been one day in Davey's life that he has not had pie after dinner. Apple pie. Cherry Pie. Strawberry Pie. Blueberry Pie. Berry Berry Pie. Pumpkin Pie. Black Cherry Pie. All kinds of it. Owning the largest Berry Farm in West Virginia did a lot for the Fisher family. Living one block away from the family farm, it wasn't hard to go out and pick berries every day. Buffalo Creek Farms had been owned by the Fisher family for 100 years and the current inheritor of it was Mr. Fisher himself, Davey's father. Davey had a very fast paced childhood. Before the accident, he ran around the 40 acres of land every day and was constantly playing around with friends. His meals were large and eventful. Sometimes the neighbors would come over and it would be a giant potluck. Case in point, Davey's body is normal. He can eat like a pig and have a metabolism fast enough to rip it out of him as soon as it's in him. He hit puberty at the age of thirteen, but didn't grow much taller. Currently, Davey is 5'9" and 151 pounds.

Wand Type: 11" heart of a Vine Tree :: Four Leaf Clover core.
Wand Expertise: Calming Charms :: Memory Spells :: Summoning Spells
Patronus: Spider Monkey
Boggart: His father, crying.

Personality:

In 1972, one year before Davey was supposed to go to Hogwarts, the Pittston Coal Company's Coal Slurry Impoundment Dam #3 collapsed and sent a 30 foot high flood of coal waste into the Village of Buffalo Creek Hollow. 125 people were killed and 1121 were injured. All of the Fisher Family survived while they were visiting friends in Buffalo Creek Hollow, but Davey was one of the eleven hundred that were injured. He spent a month in the hospital, regaining speech skills and strength. A month out of the hospital and he was regaining full memory. Davey was slammed against the wall of the friends house when the wave of waste hit. Being knocked into the kitchen wall, he broke his arm and slammed his head against a cabinet. Getting hit on his head, it caused a very serious brain bleed to occur in the left side of his brain and, therefore, he spent most of his summer in the hospital. Davey was nine when this happened, and it changed his life. After half a year of recovery, with Davey being almost fully back to normal, there was one thing that did not change. His stutter. Davey developed an incurable stutter from his brain bleed. A small part of his brain died away which he can never regain back and, to this day, it causes traffic jams when he wants to get out a certain word or phrase. Davey finds it hard to say his Ds, Cs, and Ts. Having his stutter, Davey lost any confidence he could had ever built in his nine year old life. His friends did not take it well. They were selfish and cruel to Davey and it tore Davey to pieces.

Davey finds himself worked up while in public. This is where his stutter comes out the most. When he's alone, his stutter is non-existent, and while with close friends it's relatively small. But when Davey steps into public, he cannot speak. Finding the right thing to say and having it come out full and correct is next to impossible for Davey. He wants to say something, but can't get it out. Getting overwhelmed is the worst thing possible for Davey. Pressure makes him angry and loudness makes him tired and anxious. When the doctors were telling the Fisher's that Davey would probably never speak normally again, Mrs. Fisher made it her goal to prepare Davey for school, no matter his circumstances. She was not going to let Davey's stutter control his life. She was going to figure out ways around this permanent fixture in their lives now. She wanted him to be as normal as possible. So, every day, Mrs. Fisher would teach Davey ways to calm himself, and wrote down every spell that worked well in soothing him so that he could speak clearly enough. The soothing worked, but they soon realized that Davey wasn't always going to be able to calm himself in public. He was going to have to find a way to cast spells without talking. And so lessons began -- at way too young an age -- for non-verbal casting. Over the past five years, Davey has not quite perfected casting spells without saying them out loud. He can get easily tongue tied in his own mind and therefore, even after five years, he still has trouble with it. It has not been an easy road for Davey, but he deals with everything that he can.

He smiles behind closed lips. Davey hates it when his teeth show because he thinks that his chin is too small for a good smile, so he smiles with his mouth closed. He always finds himself smiling in public, even when something isn't funny. Davey has a very large sense of humor, and "hates" it when people make him laugh out loud only because that means he's showing his teeth. His friends are constantly trying to make him laugh so that he'll get mad in a playful manner. Jokes are a large part of Davey's life. If he can get anyone to tell him a joke, he will. He even starts his journal entries with a joke. Every time he writes, he tries to write a new (and sometimes made up by him) joke. His jokes are never funny enough, so he always wants others to tell him theirs. Davey used to get demanding to where he'd get upset and wouldn't talk for the rest of the conversation if you didn't tell him another joke. Usually he'll use a charm to calm himself down because he wants to talk, but more than not, he loves his jokes so much that he'll pester you for more. Davey is also very intelligent. He just never knows where to put it. His papers are constantly flawless, but he always has to go last in class when it comes to demonstrating spells because he feels like everyone is watching him. If he waits to be last, everyone is doing their own business and hanging out with their friends waiting for everyone to be done while he performs and nobody is looking. He can retain information stupendously and can even remember very long patterns like numbers and sentences. Davey is just too shy for people to understand that he's just as normal as everyone else.

He has an unbelievable strength that only shows itself on occasion. Davey's mother noticed this when he was little and throwing haircut fits. He could pull away from her with one tug and then blow up the dinner plates in an instant. Mrs. Fisher never knew how strong he was until he pulled out of his injury alive. The doctors told Mr. and Mrs. Fisher that he was one of the luckiest people in the world to be breathing, let alone be regaining memory and strength. At school, Davey does not get pushed around too much. Sometimes the occasional heartless bastard will try to mess with him, but that's before twenty other people tell him to back off. Davey knows that if there weren't people there, he could handle himself. Davey is a very strong wizard and knows how to use magic flawlessly when in the right environment. With a calming charm, Davey can do magic majestically, especially if it's non-verbal casting. Davey also loves flying. Quidditch is one of his strong suits. Even though his looks don't give him credit, Davey is muscular and fit. Flying and running are two of his favorite things to do. Davey has been flying since he was four. The day he got his Toddler Sweep 60' he was off and about around the Berry farm. Hidden by the bushes, Davey flew low with agile. Being up in the air is one of the most beautiful and rewarding things in life for Davey, and he's relatively good at it.

Davey has a very pure heart. He is rarely caught doing the "wrong thing" and practices to be good. He can't imagine anyone else having a life like his and being treated terribly for it. Davey will try to friend anyone willing and in return is faithful to his friendships. He's constantly kind and caring, and never passes a situation to help somebody out to his best abilities. If anyone needs him to listen, he'll be there with open ears and the best guidance he can bring them. He finds warmth in being there for people because he knows that whenever he needs somebody, there's always going to be someone there. Davey has never actually had a girlfriend before because he gets extremely nervous whenever he knows there is potential and he ruins things by saying the wrong things. Usually, the most communication he has with people is through notes. He can't stutter on paper, so it's easier for him to talk to girls that way. As soon as they have a conversation, though, is when he ruins any chance he got. He doesn't mind not having a girlfriend, though, because love isn't all that important to him at the moment. He's more interested in life and happiness and friends.



Likes:
+ Music
+ Flying
+ Stars
+ Cooking
+ Pie
+ Carnivals
+ Paper
+ Pens
+ Friends
+ Jokes
+ Fruit
+ His mom and dad
+ Soda
+ Transfiguration
+ School work
+ Campfires
+ Television
+ Cherry turnovers.
+ Movies
+ Helping people
+ Photography
+ The United States of America
+ Books
+ His guitar
+ Singing
+ Eyes
+ Cheez-it's

Dislikes:

– Disliking things......and Egg Salad Sandwiches.

History:

Mother ;; Nancy Fisher
Father ;; Marcus Fisher

:: Mrs. Fisher Cries A Lot ::

David Anthony Fisher was born on October third, 1963 to Marcus and Nancy Fisher at Diction Health Hospital in Huntington, West Virginia. His eyes were blue. His forehead was big. His hair was black. His face was the most beautiful face on earth -- or so Nancy Fisher thought of her baby David. Mrs. Fisher had not taken her eyes off of her baby for three days. She cried when they took him away for cleaning and the circumcision. She cried when they took him away to bathe him. She cried when somebody else held him. He was her little baby sent from god. Mr. Fisher sat in the corner as jolly as could be and watched all the visitors take turns holding Davey while Mrs. Fisher cried because he'd left her arms. He laughed when the guests got out of the hospital room as quickly as they'd come to congratulate his new family. Mrs. Fisher loved her baby past obsession. She had an excuse. . .right? It was her child, of course she could be obsessed with her child. She loved the way his face scrunched up when he was pooping, and the way his pale face slept. She loved his big blue eyes and his egg shaped head. She loved her baby and that was the end of it. Mrs. Fisher had a hard time as her baby grew up. She cried at least once a week every week. Davey would climb his first tree and she'd cry. Davey brought home a dead bird and she cried because he liked to hunt like his father. Mrs. Fisher cried a lot.

:: The Deadly Visit ::

As Davey became more of a character himself, he started to take part in helping with the family farm. Buffalo Creek Farms was the biggest farm in West Virginia, and Davey found himself constantly getting lost while playing in the 60 acres of land that they owned. Energetic and full of inspiration, Davey played around the neighborhood with all of his friends like any normal nine year old boy should. He learned how to play guitar and cooked dinner with his mom every night. The Fisher's made a grand amount of money and constantly had the town over for parties and cookouts. Mrs. Fisher bragged about her son and Mr. Fisher sat in the corner, drinking a Gin in Tonic and smiling stupidly at all his visitors. He laughed when his wife told all her friends repetitively about how much her son had grown and how beautiful his little face was.

Davey had a good life. After receiving a dinner invitation from one of Mr. Fisher's long time friends, the family took a trip down the road to Buffalo Creek Hollow, their neighbor-town. It was eleven twenty six and the wine was flying high as the Fisher's felt the night slip away while with their friends. Davey stood in the corner with a boy about his age named Steve. Steve was annoying with glasses and wiped his nose too much. As much as Davey was annoyed by this little boy, they boy was still someone to play with. He just couldn't get over the boogers and thick glasses. Davey was just about to comment on his atrociousness when the house oddly shook for half a second. The party went silent and Davey looked towards the front of the house. His mom and dad were sitting on the same couch and looking just as perplexed, only in Davey's direction. Two seconds later and the back windows shattered, slamming Davey into the far wall that suspended a cabinet for dinner-ware. All in a matter of seconds, Davey fisher was knocked out. The last thing Davey remembered was that wall filled with fancy plates and spoons with pretentious spirals all around the handles. His memory locked on that one vision until he woke up three weeks later. Davey awoke in the hospital confused and disoriented. Mrs. Fisher cried when he woke up. Mr. Fisher frowned in the corner of the hospital room. Davey found out quickly that he couldn't speak. Davey could only stare and try to talk at his family. Words weren't clicking with images and he didn't know what some things meant over others. He was weak in the bones and couldn't remember how to walk. He said no for yes and yes for no. Everything was backwards, and it took more than two months to get him moving forward again. Over the next parts of Davey's life, the doctors told his family that he was most likely never going to stop stuttering and was always going to get flustered with himself. Davey was going to have to live with his stutter.

:: The Incident in Strawberry Patch #12 ::

Mrs. Fisher did not want to live with Davey's stutter. She wanted to find a cure even though she knew it was impossible. She wanted to do everything in her power to minimize any hardships for her David. Mrs. Fisher wanted everything a mother should for her child, except she took it further. Mrs. Fisher rarely let Davey outside. She rarely let him do anything for that matter. She had him on lockdown for six months trying to teach and reteach as much as she could to Davey before he went off to school. He needed to be prepared for life. Every day was the same, repetitive day. Wake up. Eat Breakfast. Pick berries while working on words and speech with mom. Eat lunch. Practice charms with mom. Practice physical strength with mom. Practice words and charms with mom. Dinner. Dad comes home. Read dad a book. Go to bed. Every. Day. Davey got sick of it as soon as it had come. He wanted to go outside and play with his friends. Everything was fine with him, except his stutter. He wanted to go and run around freely and fly his broomstick around the farm. He wanted to live like he used to.

One day, Davey did just that. Escaping during lunch while Mrs. Fisher was out drying the laundry, he slipped out the front door and ran a block down the road to the farm. There, he went to the shed and grabbed his broom. His mother wouldn't know that he was gone for another half an hour, and he had time for a couple of rounds on the broomstick. He smiled jeeringly and crept away on his broom, low to the ground. He was out growing the height of the bushes, and the only ones he could really hide himself in were the strawberries. And even those were close together and too prickly for him to fly through. Davey didn't care. He wanted to fly so bad, and his mother was preventing him. For the next thirty minutes, Davey sped around the farm as fast as he could, laughing and dodging costumers picking berries for fun. Turning a sharp corner, he saw one hundred feet down the strawberry patch that his friend Reid was picking berries with a boy named Puck that Davey didn't get along with. Quickly, Davey stashed his broom and ran down the row, excited to see his friend for the first time in six months. He smiled and waved and forgot everything. Davey forgot everything. He forgot that he couldn't speak well, and forgot that his memory was faded. Davey forgot this while his heart hammered and he ran to his friend. Reid looked up at him in surprise and smiled. "Hey Davey!

"Huh-Huh-....Huh-...." Davey stopped in his tracks and realized the worst. His heart was pounding too fast and he was too worked up and excited. Sweat developed on his big forehead and dripped off his egg head. He looked down sheepishly. " I kuh-kuh-can't talk good... any anymore." He furrowed his brow and wanted to cry. He couldn't tell his friend what was wrong with him. He couldn't tell him anything. All he could do was stand there and wait for them to say something. The boy, Puck, spoke up, "What? Is he a retard now? Is he special? He can't even talk, Reid." Davey shuffled his feet and felt the lump in his throat bubble up. "I...I can, it's just huh-hard." His breathing choked up behind the words that he was fuming to get out. His tongue was hot and he couldn't form his flat lips to what they were supposed to be doing. He was losing. Reid looked at him skeptically. Davey watched the shift in his eyes from caring, to annoyed. Davey lost his friend. He was no longer one of the boys. He was an outsider, and Puck had gotten to Reid before Davey could explain anything. Reid was on the bad side. "I bet he's doing it on purpose" The words Puck spoke were like knives in Davey's throat. He couldn't believe everything was going so terribly. Before anything else could happen, Davey heard his mom. She was screaming his name at the front of the farm. He looked past Reid and Puck to see if she was at the end of a row. She was far from row number twelve. "Let's get him." were the last words he heard Puck say before he was taken to the ground and being stomped on. His bones ached and twisted as the two boys crushed his frail body. His face was kicked twice and then they were gone. The boys ran like the wind. Mrs. Fisher was two rows away when she heard Davey. "Mmm-...Mom. Mm-Mm-mom." Davey was turned onto his side and huddling underneath the farthest strawberry bush down the row when she found him.

The rest of the night went even worse. Mr. Fisher got home from work and was immediately antagonized by Mrs. Fisher. Mrs. Fisher cried while Mr. Fisher sat in the corner with a Gin in Tonic and a stealthy glare. Davey sat at the top of the steps that lead to the second floor. The bottom of the stairs went into the foyer which was connected to the family room. That was where they were fighting, and Davey didn't even think about going down there. "He's not supposed to do anything until he's ready!" Mrs. Fisher screamed. "And how the fuck are you ever going to know when he's ready, Nancy! If you keep him locked up in this house for the rest of his life he never will be!" Davey looked down at his hands in his lap; They were catching his tears. That was when he heard his father cry. Never in his life had he heard his father cry, and at this moment in time, he knew he wasn't ready to hear it. Davey rushed down the stairs and choked back tears as he ran to his dad. "Eye-eye-I'm rrrr-ready, dad! I am-mm" Davey's chokes and tears worked him up so much that he could no longer talk for the night. He cried himself to sleep while his mother tickled his back.

The Fisher's moved to England later that year to start over fresh. Davey was ready for school. He was ready for anything.


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