Name: Zacharias Thaddeus Smith, Sr.
Zacharias - Greek form of Zechariah, the name of the father of John the Baptist in the New Testament, who was temporarily made dumb because of his disbelief. This form of the name is used in most English versions of the New Testament.
Thaddeus - Possibly means "heart" in Aramaic. In the New Testament Thaddeus is listed as one of the apostles, probably equivalent to the apostle Jude. Zach has done his very, very best to make sure no one knows his middle name, and if anyone succeeds in finding out, they will be pouted at SO HARD.
Smith - A common surname meaning "blacksmith", derived from Old English smitan "to smite, to hit".
Sr. - Older, the first. Isaac thought it would be soooo grand to name his kid after his kid brother, never thinking how much it would pain said kid brother to go from being the one, the only, the supremely unique "Zacharias Smith" to becoming "Zacharias Smith, Sr.." Bastard.
Age: 18.
Occupation: Spoiled rich kid, for the most part. Or, well, for the time being, he's working part-time at Quality Quidditch Supplies, and has been for a grand total of three weeks. It's the second-longest he's ever held a job, and he's had five so far. The longest was a month at the Magical Animal Menagerie, which he quit without actually telling the manager. No, really, he just stopped showing up for work. He was fairly sure the message would get across. Needless to say, he doesn't list them as references -- in fact, he pretty much just doesn't give his prior work experience on his resume at all. That would just be silly, wouldn't it? When he's not working, he's supposed to be studying up for his entrance level exams for a job in the Ministry, working in some Arithmancy related job that his dad is forcing him to get, which he's allegedly taking come January. Or is it February? March? ...He really intends to check up on that. Truth is, he's been running a Quidditch gambling pool and telling the future in numbers. Hey, that counts as studying, right?
Sexual preference: Heterosexual. Everyone always kids that he and Aaron are attached at the hip and secret lovers, BUT THEY'RE NOT. STOP SAYING THAT.
Marital status: Single.
Pet(s): An owl he tends to abuse named Malachi.


Family:
Zacharias' immediate family consists of himself, his two parents, Abraham and Lydia Smith, and his elder brother, Isaac.

Abraham Smith was born into the upper crust; a proud descendent of Helga Hufflepuff, the senior Mr. Smith perhaps was raised to be a little too proud. He is an arrogant man, to be frank about it, who grew up with money, status, and the oldest of six brothers and sisters. As he got older, he decided he would join up with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. They didn't formally agree, but Abraham's father wielded a great deal of power in his circle, and it was a given he would get in where he chose. Instead of going through the extra training becoming an Auror would take, though, Abraham simply decided to become a Hitwizard, capturing the wizards using medium to dark gray magic and committing misdemeanors instead of Dark Wizards.

Lydia Smith comes from a family as different from Abraham's as possible, while still remaining in that same status. Their marriage was arranged, though not quite as formally as one might think. Their parents simply decided, "All right, we'll put them together. They'll make some nice pureblooded children." Of course the children could decide not to take part in the marriage, and they went through their predictable "rebellion", but, in the end, they decided to marry. Lydia's family, though, was more of the noveau riche, fullblooded types, as opposed to pureblooded. Their family, like many others around London, surely, had most likely had one rogue ancestor, a philanthropist who thought they were shaking things up, who had married a Muggleborn or a Muggle. Ever since, they had attempted to rebuild their status, climbing ever closer to the top.

Isaac Smith, Zacharias' senior by four years, was named after his grandfather, Isaac Gregory Smith. The elder Isaac was a strong, hardworking, gracious man who provided for his family of eight with just one income. And a massive inheritance, including a house elf no one trusted. The younger Isaac, however, was much more laid back and easily distracted. He could not decide upon one thing to commit his life to, finding travelling the world and seducing beautiful women to be a much better occupation than actually working. As such, it can inevitably be said that Zacharias is the favoured son between the two, and is set to receive a substantial portion of his father's inheritance.

However, the Smith family does not stop right there. Abraham and Lydia were both members of larger families, his father being the eldest of six, and his mother being one of five. As such, Zacharias and Isaac have five aunts, five uncles, nineteen first cousins, and five second cousins on their father's side, and four aunts, four uncles, thirteen first cousins, and four second cousins on their mother's side. This, of course, does not count the grandparents or their great aunts and uncles and their children. At any given gathering for either side of the family, there will be up to forty family members present, and all of them raucous. The Smiths may be arrogant to others, but with each other, they're simply rowdy.


History, childhood to current:
About five minutes after Zach's birth, there was a fight. His father had hoped to give his sons traditional, meaningful family names; names that would mean something, that they could be proud of. His mother, on the other hand, had decided, as Abraham had chosen Isaac's name, she should be allowed to choose the second son's name. It wasn't very likely that they would have many, if any, more children, as Lydia was a petite woman and not made for having children. As such, she said she wanted to at least have some say in the naming of her children. And so a tremendous fight ensued, in which the as of yet unnamed baby (he was either to be called Zacharias Thaddeus Smith, or Daniel Asariah Smith) was left in the arms of his Aunt Bethany and the dignified Mr. and Mrs. Smith screamed at each other.

Lydia won.

Zacharias' younger years were pleasant, in the essentials. Aside, of course, from the family gatherings. Zach was born the youngest of his thirty-two cousins on either side, and he was, inevitably, picked on. Whenever the cousins developed a new game, they used Zach as the guinea pig. If they had recently learned a new hex, Zach was the one to test it on. Even the occasional intervention of his older brother, Isaac, rarely saved him from the torment. And so he learned to fight back, to fight his own battles, and pretty much just how to survive almost anything. ...Including falling down three flights of stairs at the age of five. He really was a complete klutz, and tumbling down the stairs in his grandparents' home was not his first, or last, demonstration of such. One of his favourite, of course, was when, while at the Yule Ball with a student a year older than him, who he ended up dating for the following year, he ran straight into a pillar while strolling the gardens and cracked his nose.

Though the worst sort of klutz when trying to do anything on his own two feet, Zacharias found that he actually faired pretty well on a broom. At least at flying lessons he had shown a certain level of hand-eye coordination, and, though he'd never really played Quidditch before, he soon found his niche in the sport. In his first year, the few games he witnessed peaked his interest -- though not really enough to attend all the matches, just the ones concerning Hufflepuff or were sure to contain lots of excitement and blood. He didn't try out for Quidditch his second year, having simply forgotten about the sport come the beginning of the year, but when it was cancelled for the remainder of the year, he actually found himself pretty disappointed. He was finally really beginning to get into it, and now it was almost forbidden. So, come third year, Zach tried out for Chaser. Due more to the utter lack of interest in the sport among Hufflepuffs than an overwhelming amount of ability, the Captain placed him on the team.

The following year was a dramatic one for Zacharias. The Hufflepuff House, for which Zach felt he was secretly controlling, would not have to suffer through very many humiliating and crushing defeats in Quidditch. No, for the Tri-Wizard Tournament had come to town, and Zacharias was under the impression the school did not want to make fools of themselves in front of Viktor Krum by showing him the spectacularly horrid Quidditch playing that took place there. However, Cedric, one of his brother's good friends and his Quidditch Captain, had been chosen as the TRUE Hogwarts Champion, and hopes were high for his victory. Everyone knew it would be a true victory for the Hufflepuff House, not just Hogwarts in general, if Cedric were the winner. It was exciting, it was a tad boring, but it was all-around fairly pretty kind of wicked.

But then the end came. And Harry and Cedric came out of the maze, with just one of them dead. Zacharias was one of the first ones on the field, his blank eyes looking into Cedric's lifeless ones. He remembered, vaguely, feeling his girlfriend wrap her arms around him and place her head on his shoulder, before his brother came along and shuffled him away. For the first time in his rather sheltered and spoilt lifetime, Zacharias felt the pangs of disappointment and anguish. For a bit. Because then he saw something shiny.

The following year came up on Zach far too quickly. The summer had been a veritable blur of drama and slander on behalf of the Boy Who, It Appears, Lived Through A Horrific Situation Or Two And, Get This, Might Have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (Not That Zach Knew Nor Cared About Him)!, and he was headed back to school, for the first time without his older brother. He knew he was looking forward to a rather dull and painful year. Especially as he was now headed into his fifth year, and he was expected to spend most of his time stressing over the dreaded O.W.L.s.

His fears were confirmed as he walked so very nonchalantly into Defense Against the Dark Arts and was told to put away his wand and take out a book. As lessons continued in this manner, Zach, quite unintentionally, got on Professor Umbridge's bad side by grumbling, "What're we gonna do when we're stuck in a dark alley, facin' certain death now, eh? Toss the sodding book?!" He received detention, wrote a letter to his father, got out of the detention, and ever since held a grudge against Dolores Umbridge. It wasn't that nobody gave Zacharias Smith detention, it was just...well, she smelled funny. And Zach didn't like her smile. That's right, he said it. But then the perfect opportunity presented itself. Umbridge, it seemed, had decided, when she actually felt like teaching something, did not want to to teach such an ill-mannered child as Zacharias, who was not so much ill-mannered in the way of stubbornness, but more in the way of interested in shiny things, and sharing such shiny things with his friends. So, when Hermione Granger wandered on over to speak with Ernie and Hannah and all the kids she actually knew about this Defense Against the Dark Arts Club, Zacharias jumped at the chance. Well, actually, he sidled up to the chance, but he took it with gusto. Gusto he didn't show. Shush. Zacharias Smith doesn't have gusto. Okay, so he does.

With Quidditch, the DA, and a slowly increasing homework load on his plate, Zach found school to be busy, bearable, and almost fun again. Most of the Hufflepuffs were no longer dwelling on Cedric's death, and the Common Room was a pleasant place to be. Of course, Zach had expected the end of the DA to come, and when it did, he tried not to seem too disappointed, but he truly was. He was pleased to discover he had actually learned something from the Potter git -- despite the fact that his friends enjoyed tormenting him due to his reluctance TO BE BRAINWASHED INTO WORSHIPPING THEIR NEW LORD in worshipping the ground the boy walked on -- and now he actually had free time. He disliked free time. He liked every moment of his time to be taken up with no leisure. The boy was just a touch disgruntled.

The following year, Zach's sixth year, was interesting, to say the least. His family had stopped their usual get togethers, none of them trusted each other any longer, and there were pressures from all angles for Zach to decide what he wanted to do with his life, and which side he wanted to align himself with. He had made Quidditch Captain, but he could hardly focus on the sport; he was getting spectacular grades in Arithmancy, but he wanted to chuck the damned subject out the window; he hated his family for the pressures they were putting on him, but every decision he made was made with his family in mind; he had a chance to make something out of his life, but he would have to, in a sense, sell his soul to do so.

His father was among one of the first men to hear of Dumbledore's death, and, by the morning, had arrived to escort his youngest son out of the castle. Zacharias would not be returning to school for the remainder of his education. He wouldn't even be allowed to attend his funeral. Abraham was going to take his son home and keep him safe, away from this war that didn't concern him. Also, away from house elves. The Smith boys seem to have a deep-seated mistrust of house elves.

But Abraham was, for once, told no. And, like his son when told no, he was dumbfounded. The government was going to tell him how to raise his son? The government was going to force him to send his son back into the midst of a war, which his son had accidentally let slip he had sort of already been kind of considering taking sides on (not that he liked Harry at all, just that there were some really hot Muggle and Muggleborn girls he wouldn't like to miss out on). Furious as he was, Abraham Smith helped his son pack his things for his return to school, breaking things, throwing things, kicking things, yelling (at people, as well as things), and then kicking some more all the while. He was not happy about being told what to do.

Zacharias, on the other hand, was silent. Sure, he found it kind of funny that his father had just broken his toe and had gone hopping past him in search of a book of quick Healing Spells, and he rather enjoyed the fact that he was doing all the work for him in throwing his things into his trunk in the haphazard fashion that Zach always had, but something was weighing on the back of his mind. The Dumbledore's Army Galleon. It had been in a special pouch in his money bag since he got it, mainly relying on word of mouth from his fellow Hufflepuffs about when the next meeting was, but recently he had been taking it out more. Turning it over and over in his pocket, rolling it along his fingers, Zach wondered if he would still be asked to fight one of these days. He also wondered about Quidditch. He had made Captain the year before, he had hand-picked his team; what was he supposed to do with all these plays if there was no Quidditch? He'd had them practicing their Bloody Barrel Backhand Blister Burner moves and everything.

As his parents saw him off at the train station, his father fuming and kicking at his jittery owl, his mother wiping tears from her eyes as she grabbed him by the shoulders and made him promise he would stay safe, Zach knew his decision was already made for him. He couldn't fight. His first loyalty was to his family (and himself, but he is a part of his own family), and he couldn't hurt his mother. This decision was only made stronger as he sat in Muggle Studies later that year, learning all sorts of new fascinating things he never knew about Muggles (but had always been told by his Great Uncle Jonas, who he'd never taken seriously because of that hairlip and that snaggletooth that nearly always made Zach want to throw up), and he, predictably enough, made a smart ass remark. And who saw that one coming? It just seemed that his professor was under the impression all Muggle women carried nearly every disease known to mankind, including Hepagaunaherpilaids, and he had to remark that they also had really good tits. Though quietly, and he'd just been trying to say it to Wayne Hopkins. But he had been overheard, and when pressed, Zach began to tell her all about his latest fictional sexual conquest with a Muggle girl.

Less than a second later, Zach was hit with the Cruciatus Curse. When it was lifted, his body was still throbbing, and it seemed he had hit his head and leg on the desks around him, leaving spots of blood on the floor and on his uniform. He began to wonder why he had even said anything; he was a pureblood, after all, and he could be treated just as well as any other pureblood in this castle. And if his parents knew he'd been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse, well, his father would kick and break and throw and scream at things, and his mother would cry. So the DA fell by the wayside for Zacharias, the coin falling forgotten beneath his bed. And the night of the Big Battle of Good and Evil and Some People Who Fall In-Between, Zach booked it the hell out of there. With just one final glance at the castle that was now under siege, as everyone came hurtling out of the Hog's Head, Zach waved and walked away. He just hoped the friends he knew had been driven out of the castle really were gone.

Personality:
O sarcasm, thy name is Zacharias. Zach has always been a blunt, sarcastic, sceptical young man. As a kid, it was just sort of how people spoke in the Smith household. If you asked a stupid question, you got a stupid response, and about twelve snide remarks -- even if there were only two other people there. If they ever went out to eat, anyone who passed by their dinner table was clearly just asking to be analysed, criticised, and thoroughly ripped apart by the group of Smiths sitting nearby. Though, to be honest, as long as it isn't you they're ripping on behind your back, it's pretty damned funny.

Now, Zach isn't a sceptic by chance. If one was to say that Zach was bred to be a sceptic, they'd get some really, really weird looks, but, hell, they'd be right. The Smiths are businessmen, and what sort of businessman takes everything at its word? Zach was raised by a man who held fast to the belief that people didn't really start to tell the truth until at least the third time you met. And even then it was a crapshoot. Rumours were as good as jokes, and Zach has never been afraid to look at a newspaper and scoff at the front page story until at least two other sources confirmed the claim. ...People do not call that paranoia, what made you think that? He's just careful. It's not that he intends to be a businessman, it's just that he has the right mindset for one.

Being raised by a rather well off family, Zach is your typical spoiled rich kid, as well as your typical baby of the family. Like most children of wealthy families, Zach grew up sheltered. He wasn't so much sheltered from violence in the media, and family get togethers were breeding grounds for crass behaviour of all sorts, but more from what anything going on in the world had to do with him. As far as he was concerned, and as far as he was led to believe as a child, he was the centre of the universe, and this universe extended as far as the Smith family tree did. If anything went wrong in the world, or in his life, or if he ever did anything wrong (which happened quite a lot), he was never left to deal with the consequences. His family had connections, he never had to deal with anything. He never had to grow up. Which is why he still builds fort out of bedclothes, even if they do have to be a bit bigger than most, and are only allowed to be built with the best of sheets. He's also got a miraculously short attention span and attraction to things of the shiny variety.

As I said, Zacharias was a spoiled child. And boy was he a spoiled little brat. He asked for something, he got it. If he didn't get what he asked for right away, then he just asked louder and more obnoxiously. Really, the word "no" is rather foreign to him, even after so many years away from his parents at Hogwarts, and every time someone tries to either disagree with him or tell him "no" Zach doesn't quite know how to respond. Hell, half the time he just sits there with a bewildered look on his face, followed by the biggest pout you ever did see. Zach recently encountered a whole new level of disappointment and bewilderment when his father began turning him down and denying him things he asked for. Since when the hell did that happen?

However, Zacharias, believe it or not, is maturing. Perhaps the whole "working man" thing is finally getting to him, or perhaps it's just old age (he's 18?! No, really, when did that happen and does he have wrinkles yet?), but every once in a while, Zach will have shocking moments of sobriety. They're not exactly common, but catch him at the right time (when the stars are aligned just right, and the wind is growing at just the right speed, and he's wearing his green shoes with the old socks -- you know, the ones with the holes in the heels that are still the most comfortable damned things he owns), and he'll actually give you a serious, mature thought. Crazy, I know.


Appearance:
Ever hear the term "blond arrogance"? Probably not, because it doesn't exist. But it should. Especially for people like Zacharias Smith. Zacharias is, and always has been, a touch stuck up, and he looks it. In fact, he could look stuck up as he slept, mouth half-open and drool dripping onto his pillow. With an upturned nose, perpetually rolled eyes, and chiseled good looks (don't pop the boy's bubble by telling him otherwise), Zach can tell the world just how he feels about them by a single look: "I don't like you, and no amount of grovelling will do you any good, peons."

It's easy to tell Zach was a Chaser in school; he has an athletic build, which he didn't exactly work very hard for, but he'll totally make you think he has (and if you question this you will be glared at until you leave, so Zach can pout at your back). The truth is, Zacharias just has that sort of metabolism -- the sort where, no matter how much he eats, he just won't gain weight. At least for now. He's rather slender, with just a touch of gangliness thrown in for good measure, and, though he has begun filling out a bit more recently, it is unlikely he will ever be heavy or toned. Taking this into account, Zach has learned just how to carry this build with grace. Oh, not while walking of course, but when he's standing there, or on a broom, or...something. As long as he's not doing anything with his feet, he appears to carry himself rather splendidly.

He has a mop of bright blond hair and pale skin, something that was inevitable if you were to look at his entire family. It's rather lucky (although, to be perfectly fair, it's not likely by coincidence) that Zach lives in England, as not once in his life has Zach tanned. Always burned. Because he doesn't learn his lesson and never wears sunscreen or uses Sunscreen Charms when he travels to warmer areas. He looks like a little blond lobster at the end, too. It's almost cute. Zach also has a very boyish face; though his jaw seems to grow heavier as he matures, he still has a youthful, oval-shaped face, with lips almost always curled into a grin, and expressive blue eyes.

Also, he has a tattoo now. He got it in an act of rebellion, but now he's too scared to tell his parents, and WAY too scared to get it removed. So he wears lots of long-sleeved shirts around them.


Strengths: Zacharias has always found Arithmancy to be a rather easy subject for him, and, due to his years in the Hufflepuff House, Herbology was the natural subject. He is also rather clever when it comes to creating new strategies, and is a fair leader, both qualities which aided him a great amount in his few years as a Quidditch Chaser.

Weaknesses: He can't sing, he can't dance, he can hardly stand upright at times. He's a horrible klutz who has a hard time trusting others, and really isn't that good at lying. That, and he was just dreadful at Charms. He couldn't perform a proper Banishing Charm to save his life.

Habits: He bites his nails, thrashes about when trying to get to sleep, messes with his hair, cracks his knuckles, trips people whenever he has the chance, and makes odd facial expressions when bored.

Beliefs on Blood Purity: Um. Pass. He hates politics, and this is one sticky as hell subject in his family.

Boggart: House elf. He's terrified of them.

Patronus: Badger. He hates to admit it, but he's a bonafide Hufflepuff through and through. Hell, he's even related to the Lady Helga.

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Mun: Alex!
PB: Devon Sawa
Graphics: By me, unless otherwise stated.
Disclaimer: I'm not nor have I ever been Zacharias Smith or JKR. I don't have any delusions of being Zacharias, JKR, having money, or owning the HP fandom. And Dave's not here.