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Full Name.
Alias. If applicable
Nicknames.
Age. 20+
Birthday.
Gender.
Sexuality.
Species. If not human
Occupation.
Role. If using/replacing canon character

Blood Status.
Boggart.
Wand.
Patronus.
Affiliation. Death Eaters or the Order

Appearance Description. Or can do the list option below
Height.
Hair.
Eyes.
Modifications.
Distinguishing Features.
Scars.
Face Claim.

Personality. Can be written in paragraph form OR can be listed out as vices/virtues (4+ each) as long as each one is explained
Hobbies.
Habits.
Likes.
Dislikes.
Fears.

Backstory. Can be written out in paragraph form or relatively detailed bullet points
Miscellaneous.

(Please fill out as if your character is answering the questions!)

What are your thoughts on the war?
What do you think about the Dark Lord?
Do you think the Chosen One can truly beat him?
What side are you on?
Do you believe in blood purity?
How do you think this is going to end?
Do you think you're going to survive?

Welcome to the character applications! I just want to wish everyone luck in applying for a spot in this roleplay and I will be updating the OOC with any deadline changes!

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‣ This roleplay is 18+ meaning I will not be accepting minor users!
‣ This roleplay with NOT be first come first serve, everyone must apply in order to be accepted into the roleplay
‣ Realistic face-claims are required and should look like they are adults
‣ I currently have no limit on characters, HOWEVER, you must make sure to balance them with alliances, magic ability, blood status, etc.
‣ I will allow Professors and other high-ranking characters to be made, but please ask me first before posting them
‣ Canon characters will exist in the universe and you can apply for them if you so choose to, or you can replace them with your own version
‣ The hero already claimed so please do not ask to reserve or claim it!
‣ If your character is accepted you will receive a PM from me which will invite you to the discord server of this roleplay
‣ There needs to be a balance between heroes and villains in this roleplay, but know that every character can switch sides if they so choose to
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Full Name.
Alias. If applicable
Nicknames.
Age. 20+
Birthday.
Gender.
Sexuality.
Species. If not human
Occupation.
Role. If using/replacing canon character

Blood Status.
Boggart.
Wand.
Patronus.
Affiliation. Death Eaters or the Order

Appearance Description. Or can do the list option below
Height.
Hair.
Eyes.
Modifications.
Distinguishing Features.
Scars.
Face Claim.

Personality. Can be written in paragraph form OR can be listed out as vices/virtues (4+ each) as long as each one is explained
Hobbies.
Habits.
Likes.
Dislikes.
Fears.

Backstory. Can be written out in paragraph form or relatively detailed bullet points
Miscellaneous.

(Please fill out as if your character is answering the questions!)

What are your thoughts on the war?
What do you think about the Dark Lord?
Do you think the Chosen One can truly beat him?
What side are you on?
Do you believe in blood purity?
How do you think this is going to end?
Do you think you're going to survive?

Welcome to the character applications! I just want to wish everyone luck in applying for a spot in this roleplay and I will be updating the OOC with any deadline changes!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask them in this thread or via PM!

‣ This roleplay is 18+ meaning I will not be accepting minor users!
‣ This roleplay with NOT be first come first serve, everyone must apply in order to be accepted into the roleplay
‣ Realistic face-claims are required and should look like they are adults
‣ I currently have no limit on characters, HOWEVER, you must make sure to balance them with alliances, magic ability, blood status, etc.
‣ I will allow Professors and other high-ranking characters to be made, but please ask me first before posting them
‣ Canon characters will exist in the universe and you can apply for them if you so choose to, or you can replace them with your own version
‣ The hero already claimed so please do not ask to reserve or claim it!
‣ If your character is accepted you will receive a PM from me which will invite you to the discord server of this roleplay
‣ There needs to be a balance between heroes and villains in this roleplay, but know that every character can switch sides if they so choose to
 
GREER RENYE ABBOTT
the order
nicknames // alias : effie
d.o.b // age : 7/28/1980. twenty-one
gender // pronouns : fem. she/her
sexuality : homosexual
occupation : order member
role : the chosen one

blood status : halfblood
boggart : a graveyard
wand : fir wood, phoenix feather, 12.5", surprisingly swishy
patronus : fire-dwelling salamander
amortentia : sea salt, warm brandy, spiced vanilla
affiliation : the order of the phoenix
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
long black hair frames her face, very rarely pulled out of the way unless she's taking an exam or studying. messy and unorganized, it falls in front of her face, in a desperate attempt to shield her from the outside world. dark eyebrows are always furrowed slightly in either a confused or slightly judgemental way. just below them rest siren-like eyes, dark and rich in espresso color, pulling people in as soon as they make eye contact. seductive and powerful, it's easy to get intimidated by her gaze, especially when she has her sights set on a prize. plush pink lips that are often hidden behind a deep shade of red, one can observe her bite and lick them frequently, mostly as her mind begins to wander or she focuses a little too hard on a specific task.

her build is slender, toned from years of early runs and adventures in the forbidden forest. across her skin, a number amount of white and purple scars can be found, interrupting the gentle constellations that her freckles and moles used to form on the unblemished surface. each mark tells a story, one that is never fond to look back on. memories of secret tests are permanently etched into her body, showing only that she is the chosen one. a particular dark red and purple scar runs down the center of her chest, the jagged edges having never truly healed properly. a blade that she will never forget carved its signature into her flesh, branding her as a wanted witch. wanted only to be killed.

height : 170cm (5'7")
hair : black
eyes : dark brown
modifications : tba
distinguishing features : full lips, straight eyebrows, moles, freckles, "siren" like eyes
scars : various scars from fighting, large scar on chest from an altercation with bellatrix
face claim : suanbeiii

PERSONA.
stubborn : from the beginning, it was clear that greer had a mind of her own and it couldn't be changed no matter who tried to do it. as she got older and entered hogwarts, she found that she was often getting into trouble for not following directions or by doing things her way instead of what might've made sense to other people.

perfectionist : upon being sorted into ravenclaw made this vice all the more apparent. after all, being in a house full of people who are as equally intelligent as you can cause some competitive perfectionism to develop. while it was always there as a child within greer, she really began to display the urge to be utterly perfect at all times upon entering the school. she felt pressure like no other and was desperate to soar past expectations. however, it seems that this trait has only grown as she has been named the chosen one and the world's eyes are constantly on her, waiting for her to make the wrong decision.

doubtful : doubting yourself is a poisonous and dangerous game, but if you pair that self-doubt with the pressure to be a savior, it becomes unbearable. various times throughout her last three years in hogwarts she was unable to properly use her magic. it had been blocked due to the amount of mental stress she was putting herself through as she doubted that she would ever be able to do what people needed her to do. what they wanted her to do. while she was able to work through it, the demon still lingers in the back of her mind, whispering things to her, making her hand waver ever so slightly.

spiteful : nobody holds a grudge quite like greer. it twists up deep inside of her, every wrong thing someone has done to her or someone she cares about is permanently stained in her mind. she can't really help it, or at least that's what she tells people. she finds it difficult to always forgive the actions that someone has done to cause harm or pain, as she knows that's not something easily erased. she struggled with this particularly in school when students would bully and abuse those who weren't purebloods, or would flaunt their desire to become a death eater upon graduation.

determined : once her mind is set on something, that's it. she will find a way to reach that goal. her determination was something that was pointed out as a child, from her trying endless times to stand up on her own even though she continued to fall down. it was admirable and something that her parents encouraged, especially as her 11th birthday began to creep closer and closer. they wanted her to fight for what she wanted, and always achieve her goals. so she did. as she aged, so did her drive and will to complete whatever task was set before her.

strategic : as dumbledore's right hand and the "hero" in a war, you're bound to pick up on skills you never knew you had. however, these things only seemed to have enhanced what she already knew. someone like greer was raised to plan ahead, to know every move she would make, long before she had a chance to do it. as a leader in a war, she often found herself in a position where she had to make plans for not only herself but those all around her. she has become used to it and good at it, to the point that it is now something she does in her spare time.

loyal : a trait that you would seem to only find in house of gryffindor, but surprisingly it is also deeply ingrained in this particular raven. not one to ever leave someone behind, she has often gotten into tricky situations. whether it was her saving another student from an ancient snake, helping the other tributes in the tournament, or even risking her life to save someone from death eaters. this can be a dangerous thing as sometimes her life gets prioritized when she would rather focus on saving someone else.

quick-witted : not one to take time dwelling on things, greer has the ability to quickly decide things and execute them the way she wants to. it allows her to get through tricky situations such as dueling, escape routes, or even when she's avoiding getting in trouble. it is something that she prides herself on and has helped her on more than one occasion.

likes : the ocean, knitting, early mornings, rain, storms, the quiet, warm drinks, fall, hogsmeade dates, stargazing, reading, writing, studying languages

dislikes : loud people, being the "chosen one", pressure, losing, not being perfect, sour things, hot days, sweating, arguments, not being able to sleep

hobbies : collecting rocks and shells, painting, collecting old books, knitting, restoring things, learning new languages

habits : runs fingers through her hair when she's stressed or anxious. biting her nails. casting charms on her things. messing with her wand.

fears : a massive graveyard with all the order members, loved ones, and friends that she has ever known. dark water where she cannot see anything at all. being alone.

HISTORY.
backstory : the warm summer sun broke through blue curtains and caressed the soft skin of the newborn child as she cooed gently, small hands outstretched towards the patterns of light that splashed on the ceiling. peace and happiness. those few moments of sheer bliss and innocence were soon to be the last. the clock began to tick, her time slowly running out. it was only a matter of time before they found out she had been born, that she had even been conceived. as she aged and met her milestones, her first word, first time crawling, was another nail in her very small coffin.

the order and dumbledore himself spent endless hours figuring out a way to protect the child and her parents, just as they had done for the potters. but alana and cormac abbott were unsure of the plans. having a secret keeper that knew about their child and where they lived, well, it seemed too risky. so instead they devised a plan that would either be their utter downfall or would save all of their lives.

a single owl was sent out a few months before her first birthday, stating that her parents had been badly injured and were therefore becoming inactive members of the order until further notice. like clockwork, it was intercepted by death eaters and they decided to strike. since it was well-known that the order members that had children around the end of july were often heavily protected to ensure the safety of the child, they had to make the murders as subtle as possible. these death eaters in particular favored fire, therefore it became their weapon of choice when carrying out their missions.

flames lept from their wands and consumed the small cottage. the roof caved in, their precious memories were melted and burned within minutes, and the sounds of crying and screaming were like music to their ears as they watched it all crumble. and due to the lack of knowledge about these particular aurors, the dark wizards disappeared into the night, reporting back to their superiors that they had successfully murdered the abbott family. all that was left was to depose of the potters and the prophecy was completely and utterly avoided.

but, it hadn’t. the abbotts had successfully protected themselves just enough with magic to not die in the fire, but they were injured. within a few short hours, the order helped them ready their escape, playing the grieving role of friends and comrades as the family of three escaped to london’s airport. there they were given new identities as claire wilson, alfred wilson, and effie wilson. off to america, they went, their wands and every magical portion of their lives lost and never to be found again. they never even heard the news of the potters.

the newly named greer had a rather peaceful childhood. she knew about magic, but only wandless magic as her parents were unable to provide any other form. she was exposed to stories of their past, alongside fairy tales that all provided her with good lessons on what the magical world was like. she drew pictures of different creatures they described and all the magical adventures her parents had once gone on. to a small child, such a fantastical world was something precious and she longed to live in it herself, but to others, she simply appeared to have a very colorful imagination. time passed slowly and she enjoyed her life as a muggle, going to elementary school, learning about the world, and seeing the changes within the country that she lived in.

her parents were very kind to her and had good jobs that allowed them to spend a lot of time with her and raise her the way they had always planned on. their house was small and nestled in a large field of pine trees and poppies. the grass would grow past her knees and she would run around with a stick clutched in her small hand, yelling out spells and imagining she was fighting a terrifying dragon or troll. innocent. naive. safe. greer was all of those things and frankly, she enjoyed it. she had a life, one that was oblivious to war and bloodshed. she was happy and her parents were finally at peace. but good things, never truly last.

upon her 11th birthday, she received a rather peculiar parcel delivered by none other than an owl. her name was beautifully written across the front and a red wax seal was on the back of it. excited and scared, the young girl ran into the house, frantically waving the letter at her parents. she gushed about an owl dropping this letter before swooping down and landing next to her, its head cocked in a curious way. she rambled about what it could mean, where it could’ve come from, but the way her parents stiffened, their lips pressed firmly together, eyes unfriendly as they stared at the envelope, she quieted down.

two hands grasped the folded paper and she could tell that it wasn’t something to be happy about. once it was opened, the words that had soaked into the paper were both nostalgic and terrifying for the family. hogwarts wanted her. they needed her. at that moment, her questions were like knives digging into alana and cormac’s hearts, each one digging a bit deeper and causing them to break. she had to go far from home to a place where magic breathed life into the sky and ground. she had to leave her parents and the safety of her life in this muggle world. even though she didn’t know it, she had to go to a world where its fate rested on her petite shoulders.

effie wilson was sorted into the house of ravenclaw. everyone cheered and hollered as the girl made her way over to the table, her robes and hat being slightly too big for her small frame. but she found herself among people she could relate to, people that understood her always curious mind and would feed her need for knowledge of all things. it was simply exciting. magic was new to her, but she picked up on it and enjoyed everything about it. it was lonely without her parents, but she adapted because she understood why they couldn’t be there with her.

only she couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t only homesick. she was different from everyone else. while they all enjoyed time spent in the common rooms or exploring the grounds, she was led down a very particular hallway and brought into the headmaster’s office, the heavy doors closing behind her, separating her from her schoolmates. the magic he would teach her was different from what she learned in class. it was difficult and complicated, and sometimes it hurt. but she had been determined to learn it all, mostly because she assumed that it was what she needed to do in order to catch up to everyone else.

by her second year, she began to realize that it wasn’t the case. with a peculiar black diary being found in her trunk, she began to walk straight into a small alley that was big enough to only fit her inside. the chosen one. she was forced into dangerous situations and environments that tested her ability to adapt, which forced her to find the will to survive. it was draining for her, causing effie to lose time to make friends and create strong bonds with the other students. so she kept her head down and trained until her hands bled and her head was filled with nothing but spells, charms, and curses.

she stayed out of the spotlight and kept to herself, only a few students actually having something to do with her. she was almost always studying in the library or in a hidden room with a professor, learning everything that she needed to in order to fulfill some shoes that had yet to be placed at her feet. so it’s only natural that when she was a fourth year and her name was pulled from a goblet, everyone was utterly shocked by who they were talking about. well, maybe it’s because it had drawn her true name, a name that had not been heard of for over a decade. greer abbott.

although dumbledore had been just as confused when he stumbled upon this, practically demanding that she admitted to stuffing her name into the cup. but greer continued to deny it, confused as to why she was even considered a contender when it wasn’t her name that was called. so the truth came out. or at least parts of it did. she was told that she had escaped scotland because she was born during a time of war and death. while it wasn’t exactly the answer she had expected to hear, it was all she got. so she commenced the tournament and as she progressed, people that never had anything to do with her were suddenly interested in whatever she was doing, desperate to learn about this peculiar student that had been placed in a tournament she had no business being in.

although fellow students weren’t the only ones that thought this. when rumors at a school turned to whispers in the air, it’s no surprise that her name was picked up by death eaters and it slowly began to set off alarms in their heads. a particular student was becoming dumbledore’s right hand and be entered into a tournament that she had no right to be in, well, that wasn’t something they could just sit on. upon hearing her name and connection to such a powerful wizard, well, the dark lord couldn’t just wait around and see what became of it. so he made an appearance. a very memorable one.

within the deep parts of a terrifying maze, greer found herself with the cup in hand, another fellow student beside her. it was confusing, she had no idea where they were. mist filled the air around them and large statues would appear as soon as they walked, making it seem that they were in another maze. it was no maze. they were right where they needed to be. just a couple of mice trapped in a box. her name rolled across the mist and as masked figures began to appear, her heart sank in her chest. she had no idea what to do, but she knew she had to do something.

consider it bravery or pure stupidity, she hit cedric with a spell, propelling him down the hill where the cup had rolled to. after years of being warned about the dangers that lurked within the darkness and dumbledore’s growing anxiety about her fate in the tournament, it was easy for her to decide that this was a place where her classmate could die. one person stepped forward, clapping slightly as they approached her, eager to see with his own eyes who this reckless student was. the dark lord was back. although there was no wand in his hand and his complexion was pale, his face was unmistakable and she knew who he was.

“now you certainly are the most difficult 14-year-old to get an audience with.” the confident nature of the man sent a chill down her spine and distracted her from the sound of the portkey being used. alone with two death eaters and the dark lord, well, that’s not something you assume you can escape from. but surprisingly, not a single drop of blood was spilled. all he did was talk, after all, what was he to be afraid of? so they spoke, and he left her with a warning that seemed to seep deep into her bones.

“if you keep playing pretend, i’m going to kill you myself.”

the conversation ended with the arrival of dumbledore and a few other professors, the death eaters and dark lord disappearing into the darkness behind them, leaving behind only a terrified student who had no idea what she had gotten herself into. with no threats in sight, the professors took her back to hogwarts, but couldn’t dispute the claims of the dark lord being back, as two students swore they had encountered him. the daily prophet ran with the story, plastering greer's name across all the papers. “greer abbott. the tri-wizard champion who met the dark lord and lived? just a student or the chosen one?”. it was a mess.

being labeled as a chosen one before you could even come to grips with your reality was a lot for her to handle. she felt suffocated, constantly watched, unable to escape the pressure and eyes that found their way to her. people approached her to either ridicule her or try to befriend her. after all, there’s nothing more exciting than a student who may fulfill a prophecy. although the dark lord seemed to disappear in a blink of an eye, that did not stop the war from starting. people were disappearing, getting killed, and joining the death eaters. rumors were hushed by politicians and dumbledore was called a fraud, a fake, someone who hid behind his student and forced them to become a celebrity, all in the name of causing panic.

but in the year 1998, there was no denying it. the dark lord had returned. while he had not publicly shown his face, the dark mark filled every sky it could reach, the one above hogwarts forming as soon as dumbledore’s body hit the ground, completely lifeless, a beacon of freedom crushed beneath the weight of evil.

three years have passed since dumbledore’s death and the announcement of a war had spread. the ministry crumbled. the wizarding world was in collapse. outcries for a savior filled every radio and news station. angry rioters became desperate to save themselves and their families, but none of it helped. greer found herself in the middle of it all. she was the holy grail to some and a plague to others. but the war had begun to wear heavily on her. being pushed into a position where she was taking up the role that dumbledore once used to fill, was almost deadly.

INTERVIEW.
what are your thoughts on the war? // a slight twitch could be seen on her face as she shifted in her seat, unsure of how to even answer that. what were anyone's thoughts other than it was a tragedy that should never have happened? "it's tragic, painful, bloody... evil. i know there's a point in fighting for the good things in this world, but you can't help but wonder why on earth it ever even started in the first place.

what do you think about the dark lord? // anger flooded through her veins, warming her body and causing her cheeks to redden slightly in an irritated fashion. furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw followed. "he's a bloody monster that one. i don't care what anyone says about him, he is evil and doesn't deserve redemption. i don't know if this goes against my role as the "chosen one", but he is not someone who should be allowed to be a part of the wizarding or non-magic world." turning away, the woman couldn't help but glare slightly, the echoes of loved ones screaming, the heat from fires, and the crunch of rubble beneath her feet swirled around her in a torturous way. "there is nothing that could change my opinion of him."

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // her throat tightened, fingers curling painfully tight, nails digging into her flesh. that was the question everyone had. could she truly beat him? after all, she was only the "chosen one" because he named her that. he decided when he came back that she was who he had to defeat. her parents were trouble so naturally, she would be too. she took on responsibilities that she didn't know she could decline. she was prepared for slaughter as soon as she turned eleven. dumbledore had known it. voldemort knew it. and most importantly, she knew it. "i don't know... i hope so. or rather, i know i have to."

what side are you on? // "of course i'm on the order's side."

do you believe in blood purity? // "no, of course not. there is nothing backing it, and frankly, it's just a closed-minded way to view the world. only weakness or power? that's a sad way to live."

how do you think this is going to end? // silence developed between the two, her eyes trained on the whites of her knuckles, her mind drifting away, desperate to escape what reality she was about to make come true. "i think it's going to end when one of us dies. if there's anything that i have learned through this war, through working alongside dumbledore, it's that our lives hang in a balance. with the death of either, it will tip the scales."

do you think you're going to survive? // "i would like to think that i will, but nothing is for certain. i would prefer to not die young but if it happens i can't exactly come back from the dead." a nervous laugh escaped her ruby lips for the first time in hours. it was short and soft, disappearing like a ghost in the halls of hogwarts. tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, she let go of a heavy sigh, her body relaxing slightly. maybe admitting that was more comforting than she thought.
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long black hair frames her face, very rarely pulled out of the way unless she's taking an exam or studying. messy and unorganized, it falls in front of her face, in a desperate attempt to shield her from the outside world. dark eyebrows are always furrowed slightly in either a confused or slightly judgemental way. just below them rest siren-like eyes, dark and rich in espresso color, pulling people in as soon as they make eye contact. seductive and powerful, it's easy to get intimidated by her gaze, especially when she has her sights set on a prize. plush pink lips that are often hidden behind a deep shade of red, one can observe her bite and lick them frequently, mostly as her mind begins to wander or she focuses a little too hard on a specific task.

her build is slender, toned from years of early runs and adventures in the forbidden forest. across her skin, a number amount of white and purple scars can be found, interrupting the gentle constellations that her freckles and moles used to form on the unblemished surface. each mark tells a story, one that is never fond to look back on. memories of secret tests are permanently etched into her body, showing only that she is the chosen one. a particular dark red and purple scar runs down the center of her chest, the jagged edges having never truly healed properly. a blade that she will never forget carved its signature into her flesh, branding her as a wanted witch. wanted only to be killed.

height : 170cm (5'7")
hair : black
eyes : dark brown
modifications : tba
distinguishing features : full lips, straight eyebrows, moles, freckles, "siren" like eyes
scars : various scars from fighting, large scar on chest from an altercation with bellatrix
face claim : suanbeiii

PERSONA.
stubborn : from the beginning, it was clear that greer had a mind of her own and it couldn't be changed no matter who tried to do it. as she got older and entered hogwarts, she found that she was often getting into trouble for not following directions or by doing things her way instead of what might've made sense to other people.

perfectionist : upon being sorted into ravenclaw made this vice all the more apparent. after all, being in a house full of people who are as equally intelligent as you can cause some competitive perfectionism to develop. while it was always there as a child within greer, she really began to display the urge to be utterly perfect at all times upon entering the school. she felt pressure like no other and was desperate to soar past expectations. however, it seems that this trait has only grown as she has been named the chosen one and the world's eyes are constantly on her, waiting for her to make the wrong decision.

doubtful : doubting yourself is a poisonous and dangerous game, but if you pair that self-doubt with the pressure to be a savior, it becomes unbearable. various times throughout her last three years in hogwarts she was unable to properly use her magic. it had been blocked due to the amount of mental stress she was putting herself through as she doubted that she would ever be able to do what people needed her to do. what they wanted her to do. while she was able to work through it, the demon still lingers in the back of her mind, whispering things to her, making her hand waver ever so slightly.

spiteful : nobody holds a grudge quite like greer. it twists up deep inside of her, every wrong thing someone has done to her or someone she cares about is permanently stained in her mind. she can't really help it, or at least that's what she tells people. she finds it difficult to always forgive the actions that someone has done to cause harm or pain, as she knows that's not something easily erased. she struggled with this particularly in school when students would bully and abuse those who weren't purebloods, or would flaunt their desire to become a death eater upon graduation.

determined : once her mind is set on something, that's it. she will find a way to reach that goal. her determination was something that was pointed out as a child, from her trying endless times to stand up on her own even though she continued to fall down. it was admirable and something that her parents encouraged, especially as her 11th birthday began to creep closer and closer. they wanted her to fight for what she wanted, and always achieve her goals. so she did. as she aged, so did her drive and will to complete whatever task was set before her.

strategic : as dumbledore's right hand and the "hero" in a war, you're bound to pick up on skills you never knew you had. however, these things only seemed to have enhanced what she already knew. someone like greer was raised to plan ahead, to know every move she would make, long before she had a chance to do it. as a leader in a war, she often found herself in a position where she had to make plans for not only herself but those all around her. she has become used to it and good at it, to the point that it is now something she does in her spare time.

loyal : a trait that you would seem to only find in house of gryffindor, but surprisingly it is also deeply ingrained in this particular raven. not one to ever leave someone behind, she has often gotten into tricky situations. whether it was her saving another student from an ancient snake, helping the other tributes in the tournament, or even risking her life to save someone from death eaters. this can be a dangerous thing as sometimes her life gets prioritized when she would rather focus on saving someone else.

quick-witted : not one to take time dwelling on things, greer has the ability to quickly decide things and execute them the way she wants to. it allows her to get through tricky situations such as dueling, escape routes, or even when she's avoiding getting in trouble. it is something that she prides herself on and has helped her on more than one occasion.

likes : the ocean, knitting, early mornings, rain, storms, the quiet, warm drinks, fall, hogsmeade dates, stargazing, reading, writing, studying languages

dislikes : loud people, being the "chosen one", pressure, losing, not being perfect, sour things, hot days, sweating, arguments, not being able to sleep

hobbies : collecting rocks and shells, painting, collecting old books, knitting, restoring things, learning new languages

habits : runs fingers through her hair when she's stressed or anxious. biting her nails. casting charms on her things. messing with her wand.

fears : a massive graveyard with all the order members, loved ones, and friends that she has ever known. dark water where she cannot see anything at all. being alone.

HISTORY.
backstory : the warm summer sun broke through blue curtains and caressed the soft skin of the newborn child as she cooed gently, small hands outstretched towards the patterns of light that splashed on the ceiling. peace and happiness. those few moments of sheer bliss and innocence were soon to be the last. the clock began to tick, her time slowly running out. it was only a matter of time before they found out she had been born, that she had even been conceived. as she aged and met her milestones, her first word, first time crawling, was another nail in her very small coffin.

the order and dumbledore himself spent endless hours figuring out a way to protect the child and her parents, just as they had done for the potters. but alana and cormac abbott were unsure of the plans. having a secret keeper that knew about their child and where they lived, well, it seemed too risky. so instead they devised a plan that would either be their utter downfall or would save all of their lives.

a single owl was sent out a few months before her first birthday, stating that her parents had been badly injured and were therefore becoming inactive members of the order until further notice. like clockwork, it was intercepted by death eaters and they decided to strike. since it was well-known that the order members that had children around the end of july were often heavily protected to ensure the safety of the child, they had to make the murders as subtle as possible. these death eaters in particular favored fire, therefore it became their weapon of choice when carrying out their missions.

flames lept from their wands and consumed the small cottage. the roof caved in, their precious memories were melted and burned within minutes, and the sounds of crying and screaming were like music to their ears as they watched it all crumble. and due to the lack of knowledge about these particular aurors, the dark wizards disappeared into the night, reporting back to their superiors that they had successfully murdered the abbott family. all that was left was to depose of the potters and the prophecy was completely and utterly avoided.

but, it hadn’t. the abbotts had successfully protected themselves just enough with magic to not die in the fire, but they were injured. within a few short hours, the order helped them ready their escape, playing the grieving role of friends and comrades as the family of three escaped to london’s airport. there they were given new identities as claire wilson, alfred wilson, and effie wilson. off to america, they went, their wands and every magical portion of their lives lost and never to be found again. they never even heard the news of the potters.

the newly named effie had a rather peaceful childhood. she knew about magic, but only wandless magic as her parents were unable to provide any other form. she was exposed to stories of their past, alongside fairy tales that all provided her with good lessons on what the magical world was like. she drew pictures of different creatures they described and all the magical adventures her parents had once gone on. to a small child, such a fantastical world was something precious and she longed to live in it herself, but to others, she simply appeared to have a very colorful imagination. time passed slowly and she enjoyed her life as a muggle, going to elementary school, learning about the world, and seeing the changes within the country that she lived in.

her parents were very kind to her and had good jobs that allowed them to spend a lot of time with her and raise her the way they had always planned on. their house was small and nestled in a large field of pine trees and poppies. the grass would grow past her knees and she would run around with a stick clutched in her small hand, yelling out spells and imagining she was fighting a terrifying dragon or troll. innocent. naive. safe. effie was all of those things and frankly, she enjoyed it. she had a life, one that was oblivious to war and bloodshed. she was happy and her parents were finally at peace. but good things, never truly last.

upon her 11th birthday, she received a rather peculiar parcel delivered by none other than an owl. her name was beautifully written across the front and a red wax seal was on the back of it. excited and scared, the young girl ran into the house, frantically waving the letter at her parents. she gushed about an owl dropping this letter before swooping down and landing next to her, its head cocked in a curious way. she rambled about what it could mean, where it could’ve come from, but the way her parents stiffened, their lips pressed firmly together, eyes unfriendly as they stared at the envelope, she quieted down.

two hands grasped the folded paper and she could tell that it wasn’t something to be happy about. once it was opened, the words that had soaked into the paper were both nostalgic and terrifying for the family. hogwarts wanted her. they needed her. at that moment, her questions were like knives digging into alana and cormac’s hearts, each one digging a bit deeper and causing them to break. she had to go far from home to a place where magic breathed life into the sky and ground. she had to leave her parents and the safety of her life in this muggle world. even though she didn’t know it, she had to go to a world where its fate rested on her petite shoulders.

effie wilson was sorted into the house of ravenclaw. everyone cheered and hollered as the girl made her way over to the table, her robes and hat being slightly too big for her small frame. but she found herself among people she could relate to, people that understood her always curious mind and would feed her need for knowledge of all things. it was simply exciting. magic was new to her, but she picked up on it and enjoyed everything about it. it was lonely without her parents, but she adapted because she understood why they couldn’t be there with her.

only she couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t only homesick. she was different from everyone else. while they all enjoyed time spent in the common rooms or exploring the grounds, she was led down a very particular hallway and brought into the headmaster’s office, the heavy doors closing behind her, separating her from her schoolmates. the magic he would teach her was different from what she learned in class. it was difficult and complicated, and sometimes it hurt. but she had been determined to learn it all, mostly because she assumed that it was what she needed to do in order to catch up to everyone else.

by her second year, she began to realize that it wasn’t the case. with a peculiar black diary being found in her trunk, she began to walk straight into a small alley that was big enough to only fit her inside. the chosen one. she was forced into dangerous situations and environments that tested her ability to adapt, which forced her to find the will to survive. it was draining for her, causing effie to lose time to make friends and create strong bonds with the other students. so she kept her head down and trained until her hands bled and her head was filled with nothing but spells, charms, and curses.

she stayed out of the spotlight and kept to herself, only a few students actually having something to do with her. she was almost always studying in the library or in a hidden room with a professor, learning everything that she needed to in order to fulfill some shoes that had yet to be placed at her feet. so it’s only natural that when she was a fourth year and her name was pulled from a goblet, everyone was utterly shocked by who they were talking about. well, maybe it’s because it had drawn her true name, a name that had not been heard of for over a decade. greer abbott.

although dumbledore had been just as confused when he stumbled upon this, practically demanding that she admitted to stuffing her name into the cup. but greer continued to deny it, confused as to why she was even considered a contender when it wasn’t her name that was called. so the truth came out. or at least parts of it did. she was told that she had escaped scotland because she was born during a time of war and death. while it wasn’t exactly the answer she had expected to hear, it was all she got. so she commenced the tournament and as she progressed, people that never had anything to do with her were suddenly interested in whatever she was doing, desperate to learn about this peculiar student that had been placed in a tournament she had no business being in.

although fellow students weren’t the only ones that thought this. when rumors at a school turned to whispers in the air, it’s no surprise that her name was picked up by death eaters and it slowly began to set off alarms in their heads. a particular student was becoming dumbledore’s right hand and be entered into a tournament that she had no right to be in, well, that wasn’t something they could just sit on. upon hearing her name and connection to such a powerful wizard, well, the dark lord couldn’t just wait around and see what became of it. so he made an appearance. a very memorable one.

within the deep parts of a terrifying maze, greer found herself with the cup in hand, another fellow student beside her. it was confusing, she had no idea where they were. mist filled the air around them and large statues would appear as soon as they walked, making it seem that they were in another maze. it was no maze. they were right where they needed to be. just a couple of mice trapped in a box. her name rolled across the mist and as masked figures began to appear, her heart sank in her chest. she had no idea what to do, but she knew she had to do something.

consider it bravery or pure stupidity, she hit cedric with a spell, propelling him down the hill where the cup had rolled to. after years of being warned about the dangers that lurked within the darkness and dumbledore’s growing anxiety about her fate in the tournament, it was easy for her to decide that this was a place where her classmate could die. one person stepped forward, clapping slightly as they approached her, eager to see with his own eyes who this reckless student was. the dark lord was back. although there was no wand in his hand and his complexion was pale, his face was unmistakable and she knew who he was.

“now you certainly are the most difficult 14-year-old to get an audience with.” the confident nature of the man sent a chill down her spine and distracted her from the sound of the portkey being used. alone with two death eaters and the dark lord, well, that’s not something you assume you can escape from. but surprisingly, not a single drop of blood was spilled. all he did was talk, after all, what was he to be afraid of? so they spoke, and he left her with a warning that seemed to seep deep into her bones.

“if you keep playing pretend, i’m going to kill you myself.”

the conversation ended with the arrival of dumbledore and a few other professors, the death eaters and dark lord disappearing into the darkness behind them, leaving behind only a terrified student who had no idea what she had gotten herself into. with no threats in sight, the professors took her back to hogwarts, but couldn’t dispute the claims of the dark lord being back, as two students swore they had encountered him. the daily prophet ran with the story, plastering greer's name across all the papers. “greer abbott. the tri-wizard champion who met the dark lord and lived? just a student or the chosen one?”. it was a mess.

being labeled as a chosen one before you could even come to grips with your reality was a lot for her to handle. she felt suffocated, constantly watched, unable to escape the pressure and eyes that found their way to her. people approached her to either ridicule her or try to befriend her. after all, there’s nothing more exciting than a student who may fulfill a prophecy. although the dark lord seemed to disappear in a blink of an eye, that did not stop the war from starting. people were disappearing, getting killed, and joining the death eaters. rumors were hushed by politicians and dumbledore was called a fraud, a fake, someone who hid behind his student and forced them to become a celebrity, all in the name of causing panic.

but in the year 1998, there was no denying it. the dark lord had returned. while he had not publicly shown his face, the dark mark filled every sky it could reach, the one above hogwarts forming as soon as dumbledore’s body hit the ground, completely lifeless, a beacon of freedom crushed beneath the weight of evil.

three years have passed since dumbledore’s death and the announcement of a war had spread. the ministry crumbled. the wizarding world was in collapse. outcries for a savior filled every radio and news station. angry rioters became desperate to save themselves and their families, but none of it helped. greer found herself in the middle of it all. she was the holy grail to some and a plague to others. but the war had begun to wear heavily on her. being pushed into a position where she was taking up the role that dumbledore once used to fill, was almost deadly.

INTERVIEW.
what are your thoughts on the war? // a slight twitch could be seen on her face as she shifted in her seat, unsure of how to even answer that. what were anyone's thoughts other than it was a tragedy that should never have happened? "it's tragic, painful, bloody... evil. i know there's a point in fighting for the good things in this world, but you can't help but wonder why on earth it ever even started in the first place.

what do you think about the dark lord? // anger flooded through her veins, warming her body and causing her cheeks to redden slightly in an irritated fashion. furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw followed. "he's a bloody monster that one. i don't care what anyone says about him, he is evil and doesn't deserve redemption. i don't know if this goes against my role as the "chosen one", but he is not someone who should be allowed to be a part of the wizarding or non-magic world." turning away, the woman couldn't help but glare slightly, the echoes of loved ones screaming, the heat from fires, and the crunch of rubble beneath her feet swirled around her in a torturous way. "there is nothing that could change my opinion of him."

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // her throat tightened, fingers curling painfully tight, nails digging into her flesh. that was the question everyone had. could she truly beat him? after all, she was only the "chosen one" because he named her that. he decided when he came back that she was who he had to defeat. her parents were trouble so naturally, she would be too. she took on responsibilities that she didn't know she could decline. she was prepared for slaughter as soon as she turned eleven. dumbledore had known it. voldemort knew it. and most importantly, she knew it. "i don't know... i hope so. or rather, i know i have to."

what side are you on? // "of course i'm on the order's side."

do you believe in blood purity? // "no, of course not. there is nothing backing it, and frankly, it's just a closed-minded way to view the world. only weakness or power? that's a sad way to live."

how do you think this is going to end? // silence developed between the two, her eyes trained on the whites of her knuckles, her mind drifting away, desperate to escape what reality she was about to make come true. "i think it's going to end when one of us dies. if there's anything that i have learned through this war, through working alongside dumbledore, it's that our lives hang in a balance. with the death of either, it will tip the scales."

do you think you're going to survive? // "i would like to think that i will, but nothing is for certain. i would prefer to not die young but if it happens i can't exactly come back from the dead." a nervous laugh escaped her ruby lips for the first time in hours. it was short and soft, disappearing like a ghost in the halls of hogwarts. tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear, she let go of a heavy sigh, her body relaxing slightly. maybe admitting that was more comforting than she thought.
 
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it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish
my chemical romance

VISAGE
NAME. bridie clare selwyn-kennedy
N. NAME. bri
AGE. 21
DOB. 3 august 1980
GENDER. female
SEXUALITY. bisexual
OCCUPATION. full time order member
BLOOD STATUS. halfblood
BOGGART. voldemort at full power, having defeated the order
WAND. fir with unicorn core. 11 1/2 in. unyielding.
PATRONUS. crow
AFFILIATION. order

APPEARANCE
HEIGHT. 5'3
HAIR. brown
EYES. blue
MODS. standard ear piercings, nose piercing, various tattoos
FEATURES. a spray of freckles across her nose
SCARS. various minor scars
FC. clairo

PSYCHE
VICES.
blunt- bri will say what she means and does not sugarcoat anything
impulsive- she will act before thinking about it, which can be helpful in unexpected situations, but can also be dangerous when she reacts with no plan
stubborn- changing her mind is a near impossible task. she needs to be proven wrong without a doubt to get her to sway.
sensitive- despite her tough exterior, she is quite easily hurt and takes everything personally
VIRTUES.
loyal- once you have her on your side, she will be in your corner no matter what.
dependable- bri is someone you can rely on to be there for you when you need her.
adaptable- she can roll with the punches, and change plans to fit whatever has come up.
ethical- bridie has a strong set of morals that she abides by. she does her best to cause the least amount of harm possible.
HOBBIES. drawing, running
HABITS. twists hair around finger, cracks joints, bounces leg
LIKES. tea, fresh fruit, loud music, halloween, horror movies, chocolate, sunflowers, drawing, running, the beach
DISLIKES. quidditch, sour candy, spicy food, coffee, pureblood society, pickles, fish, romance novels, mushrooms, potions
FEARS. voldemort succeeding, being alone, claustrophobic

TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: fiona selwyn was an utter failure. a disgrace. a black mark on the selwyn family legacy.

shortly after graduating from hogwarts, she fell for noah kennedy, a muggle, and very quickly ended up pregnant. as a member of a sacred twenty-eight family, this was utterly disgraceful. disowned, threatened, and cut off from every support she has ever known, fiona did not regret a single choice she made.

things were difficult, yes, but bridie was brought into a life full of love and joy. fiona and noah worked hard, bouncing from small flat to small flat, but did the best they could to give bridie what she needed. eventually, when bridie was four, her parents finally took the time to get married. soon after, they were finally able to buy a house and turn it into their home.

it wasn't strange to bridie to have a muggle for a father. she was exposed to the benefits of both muggle and wizarding society. never would it cross her mind that muggles were inferior to wizarding kind. they just did things differently. and if she were being honest, she thought muggles were far more innovative and progressive than their magical counterparts because they had to innovate instead of falling back on the ease of magic.

hogwarts was a rude awakening.

like her mother, she was sorted into hufflepuff. however, bridie didn't understand the complexities of blood purity until she witnessed the vicious remarks firsthand. her first year, she watched an older student hex a muggleborn student while he hurled cutting insults toward her. she didn't even know that older student was her cousin for another year.

her mother never talked much about her background, so it was a sort of a shock to her to find out that she came from a family that espoused such vile beliefs. however, her family, which grew by two members, was nothing like where her bloodline originated. they were full of love, acceptance, and laughter.

as horrible as her mother's family was, she was grateful they separated themselves from her family. bridie would rather choke than be associated with such awful people. it was no surprise that she aligned with the order of the phoenix's beliefs. with tensions escalating, after graduation bridie was recruited and immediately joined the order.

at nineteen, bridie was broken. she came home from an order meeting to find her home in shambles. climbing through the wreckage, she made the crushing discovery that noah, fiona, aoife, and conor kennedy had been murdered. aoife and conor, being eight and ten, hadn't even had the opportunity to start hogwarts yet. it was clear that the attack was motivated by her mother's choice to choose a muggle over blood purity. bridie, obviously, has not been the same since.

this only pushed her further into the order, dedicating herself fully to the cause. motivated by rage and grief, she will do anything it takes to track down and take out the people responsible for destroying her family.

Q&A
What are your thoughts on the war?
"at this point, it's become a reality whether we wanted it to happen or not. there's no point in deciding how we feel about it because it's happening."

What do you think about the Dark Lord?
"he, along with his followers, are cowardly, rotten bastards that need to go down."

Do you think the Chosen One can truly beat him?
"i sure hope so. otherwise, i don't know what we are going to do."

What side are you on?
"i'm with the order, obviously. nobody else would do anything about voldemort, so they had to step up."

Do you believe in blood purity?
"that horseshit? absolutely not. and anyone who does is fucking delusional."

How do you think this is going to end?
"with bloodshed and death on both sides."

Do you think you're going to survive?
"honestly, i don't give a shit as long as voldemort is defeated."

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bridie kennedy.


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ARCTURUS LUCIUS MALFOY
death eater
nicknames // alias : none
d.o.b // age : 6/05/1976. twenty-five
gender // pronouns : male. he/him
sexuality : bisexual
occupation : legilimen for the ministry
role : draco malfoy replacement

blood status : pureblood
boggart : his mother in a coffin
wand : silver lime wood, dragon heartstring, 14.5", and unbending rigidity
patronus : scops owl
amortentia : black coffee, cinnamon sticks, pine trees
affiliation : the dark lord
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
Description here??

height : 187cm (6'1")
hair : blonde
eyes : blue
modifications : the dark mark
distinguishing features : white hair, strong jawline, thick eyebrows, full lips
scars : various from childhood expeditions and dueling in school
face claim : otto seppalainen

PERSONA.
vices : sadistic, possessive, manipulative, closed-off
virtues : loyal, charismatic, creative, honest

likes : black coffee, apples, being alone, physical touch, late nights, baked goods, writing in a journal, astronomy, potions, magical objects

dislikes : dirty people, touching dirty things, clingy people, crying, his father, waking up early, summer, seeing his mother upset, spicy foods, warm alcohol, smoking

hobbies : inventing different magical items, cursing things, reading plays, bookbinding

habits : pulls on his bottom lip or bites it when he is focusing on something. running his fingers back through his hair whenever he is stressed out. cracks his neck and knuckles.

fears : losing his mother in the war. drowning slowly and painfully.

HISTORY.
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INTERVIEW.
what are your thoughts on the war? // a hand smoothed the white strands of hair as the tall male stared at the interviewer, eyebrow raised slightly as if questioning the question. what thoughts were you supposed to have? "rubbish. while i think it's important to you know, weed out the weak and soiled, i also don't agree with the fact we have poured years into this joke and nothing has become of it." dropping his hand from his hair to his face, he briefly traced his fingers across his chin, mulling over his answer a bit. "it puts a lot of strain on my mother and i don't like upsetting her."

what do you think about the dark lord? // "powerful. utterly terrifying. no one in their right mind would cause problems directly with him."

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // a laugh escaped the composed man as he shook his head, his hand briefly covering his face. "of course not! i've seen her and she's nothing more than a bloody fake. turning up out of the blue, declaring that she is this witch that will stop the dark lord. it's ridiculous and i don't think anyone takes her seriously."

what side are you on? // no words passed his lips, he simply rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, displaying the mark that rested on his forearm. no explanation was needed.

do you believe in blood purity? // "don't you? i mean it's what our world was built upon and yet it is still defended."

how do you think this is going to end? // the confident and immediate answers stopped at this question, and instead, the death eater leaned back in his seat, eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought. the room became as silent as death, the atmosphere heavy and uncomfortable. in his head, there truly wasn't an end, it seemed like it would on be a perpetual thing, never truly going away. "i'm not sure."

do you think you're going to survive? // "a malfoy will always survive."
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dancing queen
abba

VISAGE
NAME. benjamin caleb carter
N. NAME. ben
AGE. 34
DOB. march 18, 1967
GENDER. male
SEXUALITY. heterosexual
OCCUPATION. former arithmancy professor, now order member
BLOOD STATUS. muggleborn
BOGGART. a rope wrapping around his neck, choking him
WAND. alder, unicorn core, 12 ¾”, unyielding
PATRONUS. ibizan hound
AFFILIATION. order

APPEARANCE
HEIGHT. 6'1
HAIR. brown
EYES. brown
MODS. none
FEATURES. curly mop of hair, bright smile, ever-present dark circles
SCARS. various minor scars
FC. matthew gray gubler

PSYCHE
VICES.
insecure-
disorganized-
overly cautious-
passive-
VIRTUES.
patient-
empathetic-
genuine-
precise-
HOBBIES. reading, cooking (he's not great at it though), astronomy
HABITS. ruffling his hair, squinting when concentrating,
LIKES. dogs, coffee, the sound of rain, autumn, ghost stories, old movies, teaching, fun prints, science fiction, ice cream
DISLIKES. pitch black, early mornings, scratchy fabric, seafood, tea, being called benny, quills, dark chocolate, winter, lima beans
FEARS. choking, the dark, snakes

TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: ben was the middle of three children born to kathleen and daniel carter. He was born in the no-maj suburbs in new york, just outside of new york city. he was three years younger than his brother, adam, but only a year and a half older than his sister, megan. daniel was an attorney working in the city, while Kathleen was a florist, running her own flower shop in the town they had lived in.

growing up, ben seemed to have strange things happen around him. however, it was usually able to be explained away. Though, it did not escape the notice of neighborhood kids. naturally, kids are quite mean so ben was a bit of an outcast. he didn’t have many friends, but he just hung out with his sister instead, not particularly bothered by it. otherwise, he spent his time reading, heading to the movies, and exploring the woods by his house.

his eleventh birthday is where everything made sense. a representative from ilvermorny showed up to his house and explained everything. It was difficult to process at first. of course, his parents didn’t know what to think. the night was spent practically silently as everyone unpacked what this meant for ben and the rest of the family. ultimately, ben was relieved. he was introduced to a world where he fit in.

it took a while for his family to get used to the idea, but in the end, it all came together. ben was ready to learn all about his new world. once he arrived at ilvermorny, he was put into horned serpent. his academic success was for the most part fueled by his curiosity for the wizarding world. after graduating, he spent time further studying arithmancy.

he bounced from job to job, unhappy despite his love for arithmancy. he stumbled into teaching really. and he loved it. ilvermorny was great, but he wanted to get away from what he already knew. that's how he landed at hogwarts.

of course, with the way the ministry is handling the rise of voldemort and the death eaters, americans are generally unaware of the dire state of things. ben only taught a year before his boss died, he got sucked into a war, and now he has a kind of mean girl he looks out for crashing at his place. what are the chances?

Q&A
What are your thoughts on the war?
"i never intended to become involved, but at this point, you need to pick a side because it has gotten to the point where the only way to take down this monster is to fight him."

What do you think about the Dark Lord?
"well, i think he's an absolute madman. it's sickening anyone even gives him the time of day."

Do you think the Chosen One can truly beat him?
"i've got faith in her. she's got a lot of people on her side to help her."

What side are you on?
"the order, of course."

Do you believe in blood purity?
"no, it's honestly surprising something so archaic and blatantly wrong could be so commonplace."

How do you think this is going to end?
"hopefully with as little bloodshed as possible. i'm not too confident in that, though."

Do you think you're going to survive?
"well, i sure hope so. i like being alive and I'll try my hardest to stay that way."

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benjamin carter.


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CAIO MÌMIR KRINGEN
the order
nicknames // alias : cai
d.o.b // age : 12/16/1976. twenty-five
gender // pronouns : male. he/him
sexuality : unknown
occupation : order member/ex-pro quidditch keeper
species : werewolf

blood status : half-blood
boggart : his father
wand : english oak, unicornhair, 9.5", suple flexibility
patronus : python
amortentia : sweet cream, quidditch gloves, fresh parchment
affiliation : the order
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
towering above those around him, dark curls falling around his face, hiding the scars that creep across his flesh, telling a gruesome tale of betrayal and pain. his body is toned and built from years of rigorous training for quidditch and due to a career in it. often hidden under a uniform or warm clothes, nobody has really seen the scars that pave roads across his figure, telling a story that he wished never had happened. upon his left shoulder, deep uneven scars can be seen, the imprints of teeth that had once sunken into the muscle and sinew, contaminating not only his flesh but blood. claw marks can be found on the right side of his face starting at his temple and extending down to the middle of his cheek. similar marks can be found along his ribcage and back, only interrupted by thinner and straighter scars of raised skin.

pink and still swollen, it's clear that these were made by a crop continuously hitting him, never allowing the skin to properly heal before the next strike hit. despite the pain and trauma that his body endured, his brown eyes have forever remained gentle, kindness shining in them like a star in the dark blanket of night. complimented by thick eyebrows sitting just above them, and high cheekbones below, his face is often one that is considered unique and stands out from the rest. a warm and welcoming smile is often noticed on his lips, shyly breaking through the shadows and giving a glimpse into what he's like as a person. there are few who have been fortunate enough to see this in full and to see the hidden and secret expressions, hear the light laugh that often leaves him when he hears a particular joke, but that is reserved for intimate moments that now, it seems is beginning to dwindle.

height : 199cm (6'5")
hair : brown
eyes : dark brown
modifications : ear piercings
distinguishing features : defined cupid's bow, downturned eyes, thick eyebrows, high cheekbones, nose.
scars : marks left behind from his attack can be found on his face, shoulder, and back. various self-inflicted wounds from transformations, various quidditch-related ones, and thin long scars all over his back left by his father.
face claim : tamino amir

PERSONA.
vices : soft-spoken, hotheaded, defensive, solitary

virtues : resilient, versatile, dedicated, brave

likes : sweet things, dancing, listening to music, fireplaces, the mountains, winter, soft things, animals, beautiful magic, quidditch, sports, flying, fairy tales, sleeping in

dislikes : bitter things, being alone, yelling, losing, being too warm, funerals, slugs, mermaids, getting sick, broken limbs, off-season, being bored

hobbies : baking, quidditch, sketching, animal watching, cartography

habits : clenches his jaw when he is irritated. has a hard time leaving his wounds alone so they take longer to heal. messes with jewelry when he is uncomfortable.

fears : tba

HISTORY.
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INTERVIEW.
what are your thoughts on the war? // tba

what do you think about the dark lord? // tba

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // tba

what side are you on? // tba

do you believe in blood purity? // tba

how do you think this is going to end? // tba

do you think you're going to survive? // tba
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𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠
twenty-three · order member · oc
still debating if i wanna use her​
 
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pandora

DEATH EATER





































full name


pandora parkinson.









nicknames


dora. ( she hates it ). was called pansy during her hogwarts years, but has outgrown the nickname.









age


twenty-five.









date of birth


november sixteenth.









place of birth


wiltshire, england.









gender


cisfemale. ( feminine pronouns ).









orientation


pansexual panromantic.









occupation


junior assistant to the minister for magic.









role


canon-divergent pansy parkinson.
















































  • height

    a little on the taller side, standing at 5'9" ft and around 177 cm.









    hair

    brown hair that falls to her lower abdomen. she prefers to keep her hair down and styled in loose waves, but will occasionally pick it up and tie it into a tight bun if she needs it out of her face.









    eyes

    dark brown, framed by thick lashes.









    modifications

    standard ear piercings, and the dark mark on her arm. had additional piercings on her upper lobe, but never wore earrings for it, so the holes closed.









    build

    a svelte frame toned with gentle curves and lean muscle.









    distinguishing features

    the first feature people notice about her is the naturally harsh, stony expression on her face. a short moment later, they'll take notice of her thick eyebrows and full lips.









    scars

    her skin is littered with faded scars from reckless decisions, like the scratch on her elbow after falling off a broom or the small area of skin on her left thigh where hair doesn't grow after sustaining a serious cigarette burn. she also has the occasional scar sustained from dueling or practicing, but no major injuries.










    faceclaim

    zoi mantzakanis.

















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ruslan

ORDER MEMBER





































full name


ruslan hasan özdemir.









nicknames


rus.









age


twenty-six.









date of birth


july eleventh.









place of birth


london, england.









gender


cismale. ( masculine pronouns ).









orientation


heterosexual heteroromantic.









occupation


former gringotts guard. currently unemployed, aside from his duties as a member of the order.
















































  • height

    average height, standing at 6'2" ft and around 188 cm.









    hair

    brown hair that naturally curls around his ears and frames his oval face. he prefers to keep his hair cut short, with the sides being a shorter length than the rest of his hair, but he'll let it grow out if he's unable to get a haircut.









    eyes

    hazel, and appears gold under direct sunlight.









    modifications

    doesn't have any.









    build

    slim and fit with broad shoulders and lean muscles.









    distinguishing features

    a defined jawline and cheekbones.









    scars

    rus has sustained many injuries during his time with the order, including one in his right leg that has left him with a limp after being hexed by a death eater. he does have various minor scars littering his body, primarily childhood-related.










    faceclaim

    yasin karagöz.

















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ikechukwu kasimu
basics.

full name. ikechukwu arinze kasimu
nicknames. none. refer to him by his full name or don’t refer to him at all.
age. 26 years old
birthday. october 23rd
gender. cis-male
sexuality. pansexual
occupation. unspeakable, hall of the arcane | his profession is focused on the study of magic, if the name of his department didn’t give it away. ikechukwu focuses on the tie between magic and blood, magical cores and the inner workings of dark and light magic.

blood status. half-blood
boggart. a body lays sprawled out on the floor, her position unnaturally still against the cold marble. blood creates a pool beneath her body, still warm and slick as if freshly spilled. her light brown eyes, once full of love, stare out from beneath a mess of soft, tightly curled hair. she stares at ikechukwu with cold eyes, judging, blaming.
wand. bubinga wood, nandu heartstring, 11 ½”, & rigid flexibility
magical skills. wandless magic, animagus, apparition
animagus. spotted hyena
patronus. non-corporal
affiliation. the order
visage.

when he was only a boy his mother whispered into his ear, the story of how he came to be. how the earth had blessed her with a child when she was thought to be unable to carry any. his small chest would puff out with pride then. their pinkies interlocked in as a promise to never reveal the secret of how he came to be.

it would be easy to see how ikechukwu holds all the likeness of the earth. would it be such a hard thing to believe, if the story his mother told him were true? that his skin had been made from the richest of soils, made into clay to stretch over bone and muscle. and that the creator, feeling generous, granted it the ability to change color? his skin, a mix of the deepest browns and the darkest blues. oh, how it shines with the oil that’s used to nourish it. such work could only be crafted by experienced hands, a statue made flesh and given life. a body made up of carved muscle and strength. he stands tall and sturdy, not easily moved like an ancient tree. the scars on his skin litter his flesh like the groves of a tree as well.

black eyes sit atop faces of sharp angles, directly above a wide nose and two full lips. it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to say that they could have been made from onyx. the stones pulled straight from the earth and polished until they resembled a starless sky, pitch black and vast. those eyes of his are deep, intense in the way they hold contact with others, daring them to look away or get lost in them. his eyes are sly things, hiding what’s inside from view. the sparkle in his eye can be deceiving, it’s wise to not fall for them.

he walks as though he has no care in the world, as though he is unshakable. with his head held high and posture straight, his swagger speaks for itself. there is something about the way he carries himself that leaves others shrinking before him. they must see the force of nature that he is, the wildness in his eyes and the darkness behind his white toothed grin.
realistic fc : omar sessay
persona.
it was a mystery to many of those in house slytherin, how ikechukwu managed to secure a spot within their pit. the malice within him that squirmed and writhed just below the surface held all the remnants of bombs from wars forgetten. he ignored their sneers at his outward acts of violence. there was nothing subtle about the wild look in his eyes as he picked fights. even now he revels in the way that he is able to push others, pick at them until they explode and raise wands or fists. to him, there is nothing as beautiful blood bumping, hearts racing as two beings rush eachother with promises of hurt in their eyes. they call him a brute and he only smiles back in return, throwing his head back as his laugh bounces off the walls.

it is true that ikechukwu is a man prone to violence. there is no secret that wrath runs through his veins just as blood does. but he was placed within the house of snakes for a reason. he survived the pit, biting the heads off a few serpents along the way, spitting equal parts venom and blood from his mouth. there is a slyness to him, a calculating glint that he hides behind the persona of a brainless beast. people tend to speak with loose lips around those that they believe they’re better than and he is always there to listen, to watch his shrewd eyes. he has a way of gathering information, a seemingly endless network of resources that he shamelessly uses to his advantage.

ikechukwu is all careful manipulation. he sinks sharp claws into any weaknesses that he sees, ruthlessly opens up cracks in armor. a skilled actor he is, letting people believe that they hold the upper hand, that they have him cornered. he licks fangs when the rug is pulled out from under them and they realize that they have played right into his hands. it is a goal of his to never let others know what he’s really thinking. those around him assume that they know him down to his core yet it’s only the parts of him that he wants them to see. there is no softness to a man such as he, though he will gladly pretend for his own personal gain.

hobbies. collecting souvenirs, meditating, playing ayo, researching dead cultures & languages, hoarding ancient tomes and banned books.
habits. has a weird habit of narrowing his eyes and smiling when he’s upset. organizes things in a type of chaotic fashion. always enters a room quietly, as though sneaking. absolutely unable to sit in a chair properly.
likes. magical and muggle dueling, traveling, gossip, open markets, secrets, home cooked meals
dislikes. supremacists of any kind, being idle for too long, the stigma around “dark” magic, the erasure of magical culture/religion
fears. deep down even he fears the thought of exposing themselves to muggles fully. the harm done could be catastrophic. look at history, how people reacted to magic users. from witch trials to forced assimilation. he also fears a world under Voldemort’s reign. a world where he would be stripped of his rights and perhaps even his magic.

biography.
the most ancient and noble house of kasimu, a house with roots not settled in england originally. the house did not hold the title of a member of the sacred twenty-eight. no, it was fairly recently that certain members of the family branched off and settled on british soil. with them came a new family home, far younger than their ancestral one in nigeria. not much was known about the kasimu upon first arriving, something that had been done purposely. the intrigue alone drew people to them. it wasn’t long before they secured a spot amongst the elite. the family had a penchant for “dark” magic, and came from a culture of rich history and strong familial connections. the fact that their bloodline seemed pure was also an advantage. and so they settled and married and so on.

it was when ikechukwu came along that things began to change. his father, ayinde, had married and conceived with a muggle. and like yarn the truth of their heritage began to unravel. the kasimu family was an ancient and noble house but their blood was not pure. their line was tainted by the blood of traitors and some muggles. when confronted those that approached them were not met with shame. oh no, the kasimu were proud of their roots, of the strong people that made up their bloodline. they knew that new blood strengthened a family, their magic and so they picked strong spouses as a result, regardless of blood.

ikechukwu was only a boy but he noticed the change. his family had secured a spot amongst the elite, amassed the fortune to take care of them for generations, but a select group of people had begun to turn their noses up at them. the whispers of the dark lord threatened to shake the foundations of his family. his mother was rarely able to go out and it hurt him, watching her waste away before his eyes. it was her who he would run to during each break from hogwarts, telling her of how his time was spent. it always made him smile, the face she made, like she was discovering magic for the first time all over again.

ikechukwu was only 18 when he returned home, the house if kasimu had been ravaged. the wards, wards that had been woven to protect those of their blood, had fallen. his mother’s body had been laying on the floor of her and his father’s bedroom. ikechukwu remembers his father laying there, shaking from some sort of curse and sobbing while his mother lay lifeless. he was empty for a time and soon wrath filled the space. he left, fled to his home country of nigeria with his father.

it was there that he learned, thrived with his wrath fueling him. in the land where he family began ikechukwu was able to grow into a strong wizard. and when he returned to britain, he was secured a job at the ministry. it was a surprise to everyone when he joined the order. all notions of neutrality had been shattered and he was out for blood.

interview.
what are your thoughts on the war?
there is something off about the way his eyes flash. those dark voids seem to be filled with a toxic mixture of glee and excitement. “war is something that happens again and again, be it magical or muggle. it’s a mystery honestly, how war brings so much death and destruction while also inspiring change and togetherness.” for a moment something else appears in his eyes. he thinks of a woman with skin like his and eyes of sweet honey. “it’ll be the one to tie up loose ends, leaving no stone unturned.”

what do you think about the dark lord?
a single tilt of his head is the only response that’s given for a few moments. he knew that he wasn’t someone that others trusted, even as a member of the order. his house alone was enough to raise eyebrows. ikechukwu’s tone was serious. “he’s not so different from a muggle supremacist. his methods are the same, but he has magic on his side to help.”

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him?
“of course i do.” the lie slipped from his lips with ease. what kind of man would he be if he only had one option to count on? no, he was fully prepared for the storm that might come should the chosen one fall like dumbledore had.

what side are you on?
his father’s blood ran through his veins, pure by the standard of magical society. yet it could not prevent the supposed taint caused by his mother’s. a storm weathered in his eyes as he thought of a pit of snakes and their words laced with venom. how neutrality had been ripped to shreds the night he’d found his mother, body broken and bloodied. “the order.” he thinks of the suspicious looks and whispers of double agency, yet he says nothing.

do you believe in blood purity?
the slow smile creeps up on his face as a deep chuckle leaves him. ikechukwu is unblinking, he leaves closer. “we all bleed red, trust me i know. i haven’t come across brown blood yet. who knows though…”

how do you think this is going to end?
he shrugs his shoulders, appearing unbothered by the question. “divination was my worst class, you’re asking the wrong person mate.”

do you think you're going to survive?
“i’ll make sure of it.”



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gaia king

the order


"oh, the gates of Hell will open for those who disrupt the peace"



/* ------ credit -- do not remove ------ */

© weldherwings.


 
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Ginny

The Order





































full name


Ginerva Molly Weasley









nickname(s)


Ginny, Gin









age


20









gender


cisgender fem. (she/her)









sexuality


openly bisexual









d.o.b.


august 11, 1981









role


ginny weasley variant









occupation


member of the order, quidditch rookie
















































  • hair

    her hair is an orange-tinted ginger, being relatively thin in texture. ginny tends to style her hair in simple braids when playing quidditch, and occasionally pull out an updo that her mother had taught her in the past. however, with the revolution in motion, and her quidditch career nearly out of her grasp, she hasn't taken nearly as much care of it as she used to.









    eyes

    ginny's eyes are a light blue that border on a grey color. she shares this eye color with her brothers, however theirs tend to have a more saturated hue to their irises. despite the revolution, she still tries to layer her lashes with some mascara to highlight one of her favored features.









    height

    5'3", much shorter than her siblings, but it never bothered her.









    body mods.

    No body modifications at the moment, but she has considered getting some piercings, one day.










    distinguishing features

    most immediately notice ginny's signature ginger hair, or her freckles that are littered all over her shoulders, arms, hands, and legs.









    scar(s)

    Ginny has the typical callouses, bruises, and scrapes from her Quidditch scrimmages and training, mostly littering her arms and legs. As far as permanent scars, she does have a scar on the back of her head, covered by her thin ginger hair. she never brings it up, since its origins are thanks to her less-than-responsible brothers.










    faceclaim

    sadie sink

















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the animagus.




the monster.



azure shimizu.

❝ if you save everyone else; who will save you ? me ! dammit ! use me as your shield. i don't give a damn if i die. as long as your safe. that's all i want. ❞
​

ꕥ the evangeline family ( known for their eternal looks that scream sophisticated purebloods with silky black-brown hair and liquid ruby hues ) were a strong wizarding household of slytherins and ravenclaws. they were proud, yet bloodthirsty.
ꕥ the evangeline family had been followers of the dark lord. loyal to a fault, yet cruel to their own family.
ꕥ they craved power, and if one of their family members showed an ounce of compassion ? they were to be disposed off. even if they were purebloods.
ꕥ the evangeline parents took pride in crafting their cold-hearted children, brutal yet graceful.
ꕥ lenora evangline gave birth to a beautiful set of twins; victoria evangeline and hadria evangeline followed by her third child; rishima evangeline. vladimir evangeline couldn’t have been happier at the sight of them.
ꕥ lenora and vladimir were cruel beings, often abusing their children through unorthodox methods, grooming them into the perfect wizard with killing intent.
ꕥ everyone thought of the evangelines as a happy, well-mannered family, but no one knew what went on behind closed doors.
ꕥ as victoria and hadria neared their prime, ready to be married off - lenora and vladimir were ready to choose their daughter’s spouses.
ꕥ victoria was to be married to an unknown man of a pureblood family while her twin, hadria was to be married off to the eldest shimizu - a well-known pureblood family. with that, came jealousy and spitefulness. victoria was never her parents favorite, often pampering hadria with gifts and endless riches while victoria and rishima were tossed to the side. it was annoying, and victoria swore to make her twin pay.
ꕥ in the end, victoria killed hadria, taking her place to be married to akio shimizu. till this day, no one knows what happened to hadria. all assume it had been an accident, a bad omen. she had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, only a day before she would be married.

ꕥ victoria evangeline ( now dubbed victoria shimizu ) gave birth to three boys and two girls. she would name them from eldest to youngest : melchoir shimizu, rhadamnathus shimizu, azure shimizu, amaranthine shimizu, and cassandra shimizu.
ꕥ victoria was an evil woman with her manipulative tendencies and watching people crumble beneath her. she was abusive, physically and verbally to her children and her husband.
ꕥ mason was the middle child. a mother who hated them and a father who tried so hard to keep them together. to protect them from their mother’s wrath. it worked. sometimes. but even that had its limits.
ꕥ it was hell. mason hated it. he hated her. he was beaten and tossed around like yesterday’s trash. it was never a good day. not in the evangeline household. even if they no longer share that surname.
ꕥ the shimizu family ? they were oblivious to the abuse. the evangeline family ? they embraced it.
ꕥ victoria seemed to hate mason the most. who was a replica of her husband. she hated him - them. she wanted nothing to do with them. often leaving the maids to take care of them. only showing up to inflict pain upon her children.
ꕥ mason was four when their dysfunctional family shattered. he had been with his father, gushing over amaranthine and cassandra who had been born not only a few months ago.
ꕥ victoria had stabbed akio in the back, killing him in front of her four-year-old son and leaving him to clean it up. she’d merely make it look like an accident. she had threatened mason, if he dared tell anyone.
ꕥ akio had comforted mason, attempting to stop the bleeding, and outright pleading his father to hold on. akio was the one good thing ( save for his siblings ) in his life, and it had been ripped away from him.
ꕥ mason wasn’t sure what happened, as he had been four, but through the remained of his childhood and adulthood, mason blames himself for akio’s death.
ꕥ after that, mason became mute ( eventually growing out of it later into his teenage years ). his siblings unaware of what happened, only being told a summary, but melchoir and rhadamnathus knew better than to believe the lies their mother sprouted.

ꕥ his brothers, who were a year older than him started their first year at hogwarts, sorting into gryffindor, tarnishing the evangeline legacy of its members being slytherins / ravenclaws.
ꕥ he had been happy for them, but being alone with his baby sisters was a fate worse than death.
ꕥ during his brothers first year, amaranthine and cassandra had gotten pneumonia. mason ( who was ten ) did everything in his power to help them while their mother remained oblivious. the house-elf and the maids / butlers too terrified to say anything.
ꕥ amaranthine and cassandra died only a few days later, leaving mason alone. he had tried. he ran to anyone who could help, but was met with firm a firm no and a door slammed in his face. no one dared enter the house. it had been labeled a bad omen, although some believed mason had cursed it.

ꕥ by the time mason turned eleven, he was thrust into his first year at hogwarts; he was nothing but an emotionless puppet. he had no intentions of going to hogwarts, but it gave him a break from victoria and being so adamant in her three sons joining the death eaters ( they were or rather, training to become death eaters ). mason hated every moment she brought it up.
ꕥ to everyone’s shock, mason was sorted into gryffindor, standing alongside his two older brothers. it was the first time he smiled genuinely.
ꕥ during his years at hogwarts, mason learned how to shift into an animal at will, similar to his brothers. the one thing they could do to defy their mother, who wasn’t aware of what the three were doing.
ꕥ during his fifth year, mason could shift into a northwestern wolf at will, something he took great pride in and would often run through the dark forest during the late hours of the night with his brothers who were sixth years.
ꕥ during mason’s sixth year, his brothers were killed by the same organization their mother fought so hard to put onto them, and was successful mostly.
ꕥ he was alone. he had no intentions of returning to the hell-hole he once called home, deciding to run away during his sixth year and never looked back. he couldn’t bother to finish his sixth and seventh year at hogwarts.

ꕥ during that time, mason lived in the muggle world. taking odd jobs here and there under the name “ mason vangelis. “
ꕥ this is when he picked up street fighting, which was where most of his income went. giving him the chance to buy a small apartment under a false name and age until victoria found him. she was beyond furious and it was one of the worst beatings he’d ever received from her.
ꕥ after his return to the shimizu household, something that no longer felt like home but a prison of everything he wished he could have done better.
ꕥ victoria had set up an arraigned marriage with another family who followed the dark lord; the fushimi household.
ꕥ although mason had yet to turn eighteen, they were given the rare option to get to know each other until they were of age. sadly, victoria wouldn’t be the only person who abused him.
ꕥ chi fushimi. the woman who would forever change his views of love, not that victoria hadn’t already ruined his view of adults and just how easy people can be taken away from you.

ꕥ as the two had began “ date “ as much would call it. it seemed no matter where, he was always with victoria or chi. seeming to never get a break from the two who made his life a living hell. even if he no longer went to hogwarts. having been put on house arrest for the fear of him running away - which mason so desperately wanted to do.
ꕥ although this wouldn’t be the first encounter between chi and mason as they were from the same year, although different houses. chi was a ravenclaw, whereas mason was sorted into gryffindor during their first year.
ꕥ she had made his life a living hell, but at least he still had his older brothers to help him. now ? he was alone with nothing but his thoughts and the scars to prove just how weak he was.
ꕥ as they “ dated “ chi had gotten increasingly worse as time went on. showing her true narcissism and hunger for power. opting to call mason “ little monster “ and having no qualms with carving it into his skin.
ꕥ if mason had to choose who he was more afraid of, it would be chi. she was cruel and downright awful. she’d constantly remind mason just how utterly useless he was down to the fact she only agreed to marry him simply because he was “ eye candy. “
ꕥ the sad part is that mason ( even if he had never loved her, he had a crush on her at one point ) still cared for the girl. even after everything she’s done. including victoria. he still cared. even if he shouldn’t.

ꕥ it was the day he had turned eighteen, and the day he’d be married to chi. it was bittersweet.
ꕥ the day of his wedding, chi had slipped into his room. she had no intentions of marrying him. even if he looked good hanging off of her. she found someone else. someone better. of course, she’d been cheating on him with sebastian martell. a man that genuinely might be worse than chi. he was charming as he was manipulative.
ꕥ while he was contemplating, chi impaled him without hesitation, straight through his lung. she didn’t come here to play games.
ꕥ as mason bleed out across the carpet, wondering if this was really the end. an old friend dropped by, stumbling upon the bloodied mess. kavan and him were close friends while mason had gone to hogwarts, loosing touch after his sixth year ( it didn’t help they had a crush on one another, although neither one of them did anything about it ). kavan was a year older, having started hogwarts when he was twelve, making him nineteen.
ꕥ kavan had called a close medic friend in the mist of a panic, not knowing what to do after seeing his friend kneeling on the floor with a metal pipe sticking out of his torso. it had terrified him.

ꕥ months after, mason was relatively healed while still in kavan’s care who slowly learned just what had been happening in his friend’s life. the auburn-haired male wanted nothing more than to strangle victoria and chi, but he knew damn well that wouldn’t be possible. not now. but he was looking forward to the day he’d be able to sucker punch them.
ꕥ despite it all, mason was terrified he’d get kavan hurt, or worse, killed. he doubted he’d be able to handle that. not after losing the only people he’d really care for. in the middle of the night, mason would take the bus to the muggle world.
ꕥ where he would spend his time taking odd jobs, whether that being a street fighter or selling his body for money.
ꕥ in the end, he got an apartment with the little things he had. victoria has yet to look for her son, assuming the male had died on his wedding day. to which mason is grateful, but the subtle fear of someone from his past finding him and telling chi or her.

ꕥ i'd like to note that mason does have happy memories. especially at his time during hogwarts. he did have a few friends, some that he considers family. so his life isn't as fucked-up as it was. it could have been worse, but mason had the support from his friends, even if they didn't know the entire story. he does have quite a few happy memories with his older brothers. the three of them often getting into mischief, and bonding over the silliest of things.




the basics.

birth name
azure shimizu meaning " sky blue " whereas 清 ( shi ) meaning " clear, pure, clean " and 水 ( mizu ) meaning " water. "
legally changed name
mason vangelis meaning stoneworker " akin " to make " whereas vangelis meaning " good news. "
alias
raijin mizushima meaning 雷 ( rai ) meaning " thunder " and 神 ( jin ) meaning " god, spirit " is the name of the god ( s ) of thunder and storms in japanese mythology whereas 水 ( mizu ) meaning " water " and 島 ( shima ) meaning " island ". bai qinghai ( bai he ) meaning 白 ( bai ) meaning “ white, pure “ and 青 ( qing ) combined with 海 ( hai ) meaning “ sea, ocean “ whereas he ( 和 ) meaning “ harmony, peace”.
nickname
azu, zuzu, zu, mace / macy, rai, mizu, a-qing, a-he, aku, maso, az, zero.
title
blue devil, little monster, bastard child, black sheep, monstrous , cobalt hellhound, thunder beast.
date of birth
august ninth.
age
twenty.
location
in hiding in the muggle world.
gender
male ( masculine pronouns ).
sexuality
bisexual ( leans more towards males ).
orientation
demiromantic / polyromantic.
occupation
street fighter in the muggleborn world, part-time sex worker, future member of the order.
blood status
pureblood ( although his mother liked joking he acted more like a muggleborn / halfblood ).
boggart
victoria shimizu ( his mother ).
wand
hazel wood with a dragon core 13' and unbending flexibility.
patronus
northwestern wolf.
affiliation
neutral, later joining the order of the phoenix.




the visage.

height
188cm ( 6'2" ).
weight
56kg ( 125lbs ) but will later be 59kg ( 132lbs ).
hair
raven-hued hair that frames his diamond-shaped face w/ high cheekbones and pointed chin.
eyes
with sharp bright blue hues [ ref ] that seem to glow beneath the sunlight, darkening to a midnight-like blue [ ref ] when pissed.
skin tone
porcelain skin that's easily bruised ( annoying as fuck ) but can be a slight ivory tone depending on the amount of time he spent outside. rough and scabbed from countless injuries and endless training.
scent
driftwood, spices.
body type
large steel-blue qilin tattoo that covers the majority of his left side, although only appearing when his body temperature rises above his normal body temp [ ref ].
scars

collection of gashes ( variety of lengths and widths ) scattered across his backside. often in a disorganized pattern, crisscrossed across his back that are both vertical and horizontal. some are more " puffy " than others, while others are nothing more than discolored scars. often times can cause great amounts of pain, almost as if he can still feel the pain and trauma he went through. often feeling tight and disgusted at the sight them. collection of scars of varying sizes and shapes, small x shaped scars to thick jagged scars, circular scars, and surgical-like scars along his backside, shoulders, and arms. a rather faded scar wrapped around his neck, jagged and disorganized, something mason wraps with bandage, hoping to ignore the slight pain and bitter memories. a large gash in the shape of an x along his sternum that cross over his collarbone and stretch out, reaching the tip of his floating ribs. the word " bastard child " along the lengths of his spine as well as the word " monster " etched into his skin just on the left side, where his heart lays curtesy of victoria and chi. later on, mason will receive gruesome gashes over his eyes. his left eye being worse for wear, having a star-like shape that reaches across the bridge of his nose, just slated downward from his right eye. his right eye isn't as bad, with a triangular-like shape that's just below his eye that reaches down just to the side of his lip [ ref ]. further on, mason will be impaled, resulting in a large gash on his left side between his ribs [ ref ].
accessories
collection of silver bands along all four of his rings on his right hand with ear piercings along his left ear, and three bracelets [ ref ]. white bandage wrapped around his throat and chest, covering the more prominent and memorable scars he's gotten over the years [ ref ].
body type
an ectomorphic build with broad shoulders. a lean yet muscular appearance with evident muscle, yet visible bone along the spine and ribcage can be seen.
distinguished feature
his collection of gruesome scars scattered across his body.
prominent feature
his bright azure hues that seem to darken / lighten depending on his mood.
alignments
depression, constant nightmares, ptsd, insomnia, mild case of social anxiety.
realistic face claim
haung junjie.
anime face claim
son hak [ yona of the dawn ] & sung jinwoo [ solo leveling ] & jaehwan [ the world after the fall ] & zhang qiling [ lost tomb ] & yoo joonghyuk [ omniscient reader's viewpoint ] & izuminokami kanesada [ touken ranbu ] & dabi [ bnha ] & unknown [ 李苏骁 ].
voice claim
christopher sabat, haung junjie.







you can't break what's already broken.






the personality.

positive traits charming, passionate, imaginative, supportive, adaptive, practical, spontaneous, rational, independent, protective, loyal, trustworthy.
neutral traits curious, sensitive, self-sacrificing, stubborn, sarcastic, pessimistic.
negative traits self-critical, unpredictable, reserved, blunt, reckless, insensitive, rude, competitive, aloof.

mason is a man of many secrets, misunderstood and tormented by memories. terrified to let others in, too afraid to bare his soul to another, only to be betrayed, or worse; killed. he is a hopeless soul, too afraid to be happy. how could a monster be happy ? he ruined the lives of many. just by being born, it seemed. he was broken, but there was a tiny spark of resilience, and wanting to prove them wrong. he is a pessimist, with little hope of the future, but with others ? he’ll wring their necks for losing hope. mason’s a hypocrite. he has no self-preservation for himself with the desire to protect others. if he cannot have a happy ending, then he’ll make damn sure everyone else does. no one deserves to suffer. not alone. not like him. he’ll raise hell if he has too. he is just as stubborn with a permanent scowl upon ivory-hued lips. a knack for sarcasm, and his mason-like charm. he is a force to be reckoned with. a competitive aura paired with a spontaneous and reckless nature, mason gets into all sorts of trouble. most ending in him getting injured. not that he cares all that much.

hobbies.

ꕥ boxing.
ꕥ archery practice.
ꕥ running.
ꕥ taking walks.
ꕥ listening to music.
ꕥ sleeping.
ꕥ star-gazing.
ꕥ drinking his emotions / pain away.
ꕥ drinking / smoking the pain away.

habits.

ꕥ scratching his wrists when overwhelmed.
ꕥ subtle flinches whenever someone raises their hand or touches him without warning.
ꕥ head tilting in confusion.
ꕥ dragging a hand through his hair / clutching the strands.
ꕥ smoking when things seem overwhelming.
ꕥ often seen with a bottle of vodka and getting shit-faced drunk when he can't handle his emotions.

fears.

ꕥ being caged.
ꕥ victoria.
ꕥ his trust being broken.
ꕥ losing the people he cares for.
ꕥ chi.
ꕥ overly large crowds.
ꕥ constant nightmares.

likes.

ꕥ vodka.
ꕥ star-gazing.
ꕥ red-velvet cake.
ꕥ chocolate-chip cookies.
ꕥ working-out.
ꕥ energy drinks.
ꕥ adventures.
ꕥ wolves.
ꕥ thunderstorms.
ꕥ sound of rain hitting things.
ꕥ helping others.
ꕥ dark colors.
ꕥ physical affection ( when he wants it ).
ꕥ knowing he isn't a total failure at protecting the people he cares for.
ꕥ cuddles are a must ( with people he trusts ).
ꕥ fluffy blankets.

dislikes.

ꕥ being alone with his thoughts.
ꕥ bright colored clothing.
ꕥ getting up in the mornings.
ꕥ realizing he can be easily manipulated given the right circumstances ( depending on the situation at hand ).
ꕥ isn't a fan of the nickname zuzu ( unless its his nieces and nephews ).
ꕥ being caged.
ꕥ seeing his friends hurt.
ꕥ can't stand people who bully on the weaker.
ꕥ being touched without warning.

strengths.

ꕥ stealth.
ꕥ flexibility.
ꕥ adaptive.
ꕥ physical strength.
ꕥ hardworking.
ꕥ helping others at the drop of a hat.
ꕥ loyalty, high-pain tolerance.
ꕥ throwing daggers.
ꕥ bow and arrow.
ꕥ high tolerance for alcohol.

weaknesses

ꕥ being alone.
ꕥ sudden movement.
ꕥ lacks self-esteem.
ꕥ self-sacrificing idiot.
ꕥ reckless.
ꕥ swimming ( he can swim, but doing so brings back some memories he'd like to keep under lock and key ).
ꕥ bottling his emotions up.
ꕥ unable to rely on others.
ꕥ short of breath / panicky when in closed-off spaces.
ꕥ sudden physical touch.




family relations.

biological parents
victoria shimizu, akio shimizu.
biological siblings
melchoir shimizu, rhadamnathus shimizu, amaranthine shimizu, cassandra shimizu.
children
azumi hirata ( future adoptive daughter ).
crush
kavan dragomir, more pending.
past relationships
chi fushimi.

extra persona.

mbti
isfp | istp.
alignment
chaotic good.
hogwarts house
gryffindor.
avatar element
fire | lightning.
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fun facts.

ꕥ entire diet consists of energy drinks and alcohol. he has yet to have a proper meal and hasn't bothered to deal with it, so crackers and whatever he can find in the back of the fridge, it is. he'll downright make others eat, but himself ? not so much.
ꕥ a high-pain tolerance due to the physical abuse and getting his ass handed to him during one of his fights.
ꕥ really enjoys the trill of adventure. the blood roaring in his ears to the adrenaline thrumming through his veins. by far, mason isn't an adrenaline junky, he just enjoys the occasional thrill.
ꕥ has done numerous risks whether its rushing into burning buildings to save people to jumping into frigid water to rescue a stray animal. he's someone who'd drop everything to help | protect.
ꕥ very protective of his friends and the very few family members.
ꕥ refuses to ask for help. he will be the one to sink while trying to help someone else keep afloat.
ꕥ has no sense of self-preservation. something dangerous ? sign him up.
ꕥ doesn't exactly understand romance and will assume its normal to be friendly with friends, think of it as romantically platonic, so to speak ( no wonder he has so many platonic lovers ).
ꕥ can be a total flirt but if someone flirts with him back ? completely oblivious.
ꕥ doesn't like being inside his own head, or being alone for that matter. would much rather be beside someone, sitting in silence and sitting with his thoughts, drowning in his demons.
ꕥ will assume that whenever someone helps him, they want something in return, which is why mason doesn't exactly enjoy having to lean on others. even if they're his friends. its just a state of mind that's been engraved since he was little.
ꕥ one of those idiots who'll hide his emotions in front of people and rush off somewhere to cry in the comforts of his own presence. that or have a panic attack in the bathroom.
ꕥ so used to being treated like shit. someone being nice ? a whole different ballgame.
ꕥ romantically clueless. someone help him. he's a dumbass.
ꕥ had places ( alleyways / cheap hotels ) he sleeps / lives when victoria / chi kicks him out of the house / apartment.
ꕥ really terrible luck.
ꕥ has some basic medical knowledge, he had to take care of his own wounds since hospitals were out of the question.
ꕥ tendency to ignore his own problems, laughing it off as nothing serious despite the fact that isn't the case.
ꕥ will fight to the bitter end to protect the people he cares for.
ꕥ make his friends cry ? he will beat you to death. no one fucks with his people otherwise he'll become a flaming blue demon hot on your ass ready to sucker punch you into oblivion.
ꕥ will drink vodka like apple juice. not even kidding. he drinks that stuff like its water.
ꕥ really high tolerance for alcohol.
ꕥ views himself as a monster, refusing to lean on others in hopes of keeping them save from himself. he'll blame himself for everything and anything, even if its not his own fault.
ꕥ will not rest, unless someone physically makes him sleep, otherwise he'll be up for weeks ( or until he passes out ) with only a few hours / minutes under his belt. this man hates sleeping despite the fact once he's out, he's dead to the world.
ꕥ mason has a tendency to not use people's actual name, opting to create nicknames for those he's met like pop rock, or peppermint.
ꕥ is a northwestern wolf animagus.

the interview.


what are your thoughts on the war ?
my thoughts ? fucking hate it. never understood the point of it all. so much death and for what ? some power hungry bastard that had his panties in a twist ?
what do you think about the dark lord ?
eh ? what i think about the dark lord ? some idiot with mommy issues. really hate the guy. hope he enjoys the nine circles of hell.
do you think the chosen one can truly beat him ?
not sure. can't say much if i haven't met them, can i ? if they need help, then i'll do my damnest to help them, chosen or not. you can't do shit alone. that's what gets people killed faster.
what side are you on ?
who knows buddy. i used to be with daddy issues ( voldemort ) against my will, until i booked it. ended up being neutral. i haven't the slightest clue what i'm doing. maybe i'll join the order. if they'll have me. doubtful, but it's a start.
do you believe in blood purity ?
oh - fuck no. that shit is what got me traumatized since i was four. damn mother was hooked up on blood purity, and made my life a living hell. really don't understand it. what's blood got to do with one's actions ?
how do you think this is going to end ?
who knows. it's up in the air. i hope to the gods that the order wins, otherwise we'd be screwed.
do you think you're going to survive ?
me ? survive ? doubtful. i've been wanting to die since i was a teen. i'd be dead before this damn war ends.





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XI.
order member
scroll.















it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish
my chemical romance

VISAGE
NAME. beckett carina black nott
N. NAME. beck, becks
AGE. 28
DOB. 30 august 1973
GENDER. female
SEXUALITY. heterosexual
OCCUPATION. healer- specializing in trauma
BLOOD STATUS. she thinks she is a pureblood, but in reality she is a halfblood
BOGGART.
WAND.
PATRONUS.
AFFILIATION. order

APPEARANCE
HEIGHT. 5'3
HAIR. brown
EYES. blue
MODS. standard ear piercings
FEATURES.
SCARS.
FC. kat dennings

PSYCHE
VICES.
rigid-
impatient-
nosy-
nagging-
VIRTUES.
rational-
conscientious-
determined-
confident-
HOBBIES. hobby
HABITS. habit
LIKES. like
DISLIKES. dislike

TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: auriga black was seventeen when she made a mistake. she found herself pregnant. not only was she not married, but the father was a halfblood. her parents were livid, but they had a plan. a plan that would save their reputation and that would keep auriga from being blasted off the family tapestry.

artemisia and maximillion nott were desperate for a child, having tried for years with no luck.

a deal was made and both families retreated to the country for the duration of the pregnancy to hide from the prying eyes of pureblood society. the baby was born, a little girl. the nott's were elated that they finally had a child they could dote on as they had always dreamed. they named her beckett, allowing auriga choose her middle name— carina, following in black family tradition by choosing a celestial name. the families separated and went on to live their own lives.

the nott's didn't even mind that beckett was a halfblood. of course, that was not something they were going to tell people. no, everyone was going to believe that she was their biological child, even the baby herself.

the nott's spun the story that they retreated to the countryside once artemesia found herself pregnant. they wanted her to rest and focus on caring for herself and the baby as they'd had so much false hope in the past. of course, everyone bought the story and was happy to wish the new parents congratulations on the new addition.

as the years went on, beckett grew up with all that she could ever ask for. her parents were happy to answer any of the many questions she asked. they encouraged it, even. so, it was no surprise that when it came time for her to attend hogwarts, that she was sorted into ravenclaw.

her curiosity had no bounds and she found herself listening in on conversations she was never meant to hear. she found herself the keeper of quite a bit of school gossip. but, it was summer holidays when she heard something she never expected to hear. something about her. she was adopted. she pressed her parents for more information, but this was the one time they didn't answer her questions and never even gave any hints.

so beckett stopped asking. she still wondered, of course, but they never gave in, so why bother?

there was so much going on, like socials and parties and preparing for entering pureblood society. who had time for trying to press for answers from parents that would never budge? she was too busy trying to get out of those commitments. plus, her parents were her parents. it didn't matter if they were not her biological ones.

once she graduated, she started working at st. mungo's, training to become a healer. she didn't want to be a housewife. she had goals and she was going to achieve them. this has caused a bit of a rift between her and her parents, though they only want what they think is best for her.

through the years, completed her training and specialized in trauma. naturally, once the war began, she crossed paths with quite a few members of the order. she never was a believer in blood purity and found herself wrapped up in their cause.

now, she, along with her cat, cleo, live amongst the order. she still works at st. mungo's but she also serves as a dedicated healer to the cause.

Q&A
What are your thoughts on the war?
"unfortunately, things have progressed to the point where the order has to fight voldemort to end his tyranny. it's disgusting that he's got enough influence in the ministry to turn a blind eye."

What do you think about the Dark Lord?
"i think he's a disgusting piece of shit. he is genuinely evil and it concerns me that so many people follow him."

Do you think the Chosen One can truly beat him?
"i believe in her, but i think she will need a lot of help. thankfully she has some great people backing her."

What side are you on?
"the order's side. it is the clear choice when the other side is harming innocent people."

Do you believe in blood purity?
"absolutely not. growing up in pureblood society, i've seen absolutely nothing to suggest that anybody is superior based on their blood status. "

How do you think this is going to end?
"it's not going to be pretty. voldemort and the death eaters show that they have no hesitation in taking lives to get what they want. i just hope we'll be able to stop them."

Do you think you're going to survive?
"well, i'm not an idiot with a death wish, so i'd like to think that's a possibility because i'd rather not die."

GALLERY​










beckett nott.


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the dragon tamer.




the failure.



kavan dragomir.

❝ i want them safe. i don’t care what i have to do. rules be damned. i just want to protect them. that’s all i want. i already failed. i lost people because i was weak. i can’t lose them. please don’t leave me. ❞​

ꕥ for generations, the dragomir family have been associated with dragons. well-known for their dragon taming blood, most often joking they were one with dragons with how close they are.
ꕥ the dragomirs were compassionate, helping those whenever they could without asking for anything in return.
ꕥ the dragomirs are a large family, comprising over a hundred members. and one must get used to having little privacy because of it.
ꕥ regulus dragomir, although pureblood had fallen in love with a muggleborn at first sight. she was beautiful as she was strong and kind-hearted. he couldn’t imagine spending his life without her.
ꕥ it was silly. regulus would admit that. but despite it all, regulus courted nesryn, who refused at first, but as time went on, she enjoyed their time together.
ꕥ as they navigated hogwarts ( both gryffindor ), as they neared their last year. regulus had proposed with a promise ring. a promise to get married when the time was right.
ꕥ nearing twenty-one, they were married in china.
ꕥ despite it all, nesryn was pregnant with twins, later on giving birth in london in the familiar walls of the dragomir estate.
ꕥ regulus had been away on a business trip, rushing in to see his newborn sons; kavan dragomir and adriel dragomir. he couldn’t have been happier. although he was damn near determined to spoil ( not that he already didn’t ) wife and sons. he was over the moon happy.
ꕥ a year later, nesryn gave birth to aleksander dragomir and they couldn’t have been happier.

ꕥ kavan, adriel, and aleksander were inseparable. doing everything together as they navigated the chaos of childhood and early teen hood.
ꕥ nearing kavan and adriel’s first year at hogwarts, promising aleksander to visit as much as possible before setting off.
ꕥ the twins were sorted into the gryffindor house ( following in their parents’ footsteps ).
ꕥ later becoming perfects for their house and eventually joining quidditch as beaters. they became the dragon twins, well-known for their protective nature and dragon-like instincts.
ꕥ aleksander starting his first year of hogwarts, and being sorted into the same house as his brothers; gryffindor. he couldn’t have been happier, tripping over his own feet in front of everyone, laughing in happiness despite the uproar.
ꕥ they became the dragon trio. everyone knew them and some wanted to be them, but they could have cared less. all that mattered was sticking together.

ꕥ kavan was popular amongst his peers, but no matter what, he somehow gravitate towards the lone wolf who fought tooth and nail against their blossoming friendship. mason was stubborn, but so was kavan.
ꕥ eventually adriel and aleksander gravitated towards mason, becoming close friends with one another.
ꕥ as their group grew, they gained three more; ru shi, yingjie, and zhiqiang. they were family away from home.
ꕥ during that time, kavan ( having traveled to the chinese dragon sanctuary often, bonded with one of the rescued dragons who he later dubbed 阳 ( yang ).
ꕥ as the group neared their fifth, and sixth year, mason vanished.
ꕥ kavan was heartbroken as the male had developed a strong crush on the other, and seeing the raven-haired male vanish without so much as a note. it hurt. but kavan was stubborn and refused to believe it. so he searched for mason during his breaks from school, followed by the rest of the group. they were family, and family stuck together, no matter what.
ꕥ nearing his seventh year, kavan had lost all hope in finding mason.
ꕥ as kavan and adriel graduated from hogwarts, followed by ru shi, yingjie, and zhiqiang. aleksander would be alone for his seventh year, something he was bummed about, but the group promised to visit him as much as possible.
ꕥ kavan and adriel headed to the chinese dragon sanctuary where their parents lived, only to be met with a massacre.
ꕥ they were alone. with that, kavan took charge despite the overwhelming guilt of arriving a day later. he could have helped. saved them all. in the end, kavan took aleksander out of hogwarts, going into hiding. soon after joining the order.

ꕥ a rather peaceful day, kavan got wind of mason. he was stubborn, slipping inside the evangeline household to be meet with bloodshed. finding mason’s body impaled with a metal pole. he panicked, head wrenching at the sight of his crush looking so defeated.
ꕥ he knew he couldn’t move him alone, taking action by calling sinikka who arrived shortly afterward.
ꕥ in the end, mason would say with sinikka for the first week before traveling with kavan to meet adriel and aleksander.
ꕥ the trio later learning of mason’s situation, although barely scrapping the surface. kavan wanted to murder victoria, while adriel was already plotting how to hide the body, and aleksander was too busy crying.
ꕥ shortly afterward ( a few months ) mason vanished, leaving kavan devastated.

ꕥ as the years went by with the trio knee deep in the order. the trio had gone on a mission that would forever change him. it was supposed to be a simple recon mission that later turned into an ambush.
ꕥ kavan lost both his brothers that day. the guilt gut-wrenching, leaving him alone with survivor’s guilt. they had sacrificed themselves for the older male. he was supposed to protect them. not the other way around. he was the eldest. it was his duty, but it seems adriel and aleksander had other ideas.

ꕥ after it all ( having happened only days ago ) kavan rented an apartment with his alias ( rhys yuan ) in the muggle world. away from the memories that were once happy, not turned too painful to remember.
ꕥ it was where he bumped into mason, latching onto the male like a lifeline. he refused to let mason vanish again. he couldn’t bear the heartache. he had lost so much. he couldn’t bear to lose mason, nor yingjie, zhiqiang, and ru shi.




the basics.

birth name
kavan dragomir meaning " handsome, top of mountain, water / poem " whereas dragomir meaning " precious, peace, world. "
alias
rhys yuan meaning " ardour, anthusiam " whereas yuan meaning 元 ( yuan ) means " head; chief; first; primary. "
nickname
kav.
title
the grimm reaper, dragon king, firestarter, the raven, hell-fire serpent, dragon tamer, dragon naturalist.
date of birth
january sixteenth.
age
twenty-one.
location
currently stationed in the muggle world.
gender
male ( masculine pronouns ).
sexuality
gay.
orientation
panromantic.
occupation
part-time bodyguard, full-time order member, occasional street fighter / racer.
blood status
halfblood.
boggart
his brother's dead bodies.
wand
laurel wood with a unicorn core 14" and slightly yielding flexibility.
patronus
western dragon.
affiliation
order of the phoenix.




the visage.

height
195.6cm ( 6'5" )
weight
59kg ( 132lbs ).
hair
auburn-hued hair that frames his diamond-shaped face w/ high cheekbones and pointed chin.
eyes
with sharp chocolate mocha-like hues [ ref ] that seem to lighten beneath the sunlight, turning black-like when pissed.
skin tone
ivory skin that's rough and calloused from years of hard work but can darken significantly depending on the amount of time he spends outside. rough and scabbed from countless injuries and endless training.
scent
amber.
body modifications
a reddish-brown chinese dragon tattoo that starts at his wrist, wrapping around his arm until the head of the dragon rests on his right shoulder blade [ ref ].
scars
collection of gashes ( variety of lengths and widths ) scattered across his frame. often in a disorganized pattern with chaotic edges, long thin-like, burn-like markings, and crisscrossed patterns that are diagonal across his body. some are more " puffy " than others, while others are nothing more than discolored scars. often times they have a tendency to itch and feel tight, suffocating him for hours on end until the awful feeling goes away. often feeling disgusted yet grateful for the scars that decorate his body. collection of scars of varying sizes and shapes, majority being small yet thin-like diamond shapes. one being particularly deep spanning from just above his right hip, stretching across to his left pectoral, just above the mammilla. later on, kavan will receive a flame-like scar starting along his shoulder and reaching up to stretch across the right side of his face [ ref ].
accessories
collection of bands ranging from ruby red to ebony-like hues, although he doesn't often wear them, but he will from time to time. does have his ears pierced with one large circular stud-like earring followed by a smaller black circular stud-like earring just above it [ ref ]. another series of lip rings followed by a thing silver chain attached to his collar [ ref ] but kavan only wears such accessories when the time is right.
body type
an mesomorphic build with broad shoulders. a lean yet muscular appearance with evident muscle, yet visible bone along the spine and ribcage can be seen.
distinguished feature
his plump-like lips.
prominent feature
his chocolate mocha-like hues that scream an undeniable sense of kindness yet a flare of dangerousness.
alignments
constant nightmares, ptsd, insomnia, and a mild case of depression.
realistic face claim
kim jongin ( kai ).
anime face claim
euntae hwang [ unholy blood ] & dane striker [ kiss me liar ].
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kim jongin ( kai ), oceanfromtheblue.







you can't protect everyone.






the personality.

positive traits knowledgeable, charismatic, energetic, expressive, spontaneous, clever, innovative, hardworking, open-minded, unconventional, confident, creative.
neutral traits stubborn, sarcastic, curious, flirtatious, ambivert.
negative traits insensitive, intolerant, reckless, self-critical, argumentative, rebellious.

kavan was a male with a charismatic twinkle in his eyes, often complimenting others ( or flirting ). he is a man of many secrets, hidden behind cheeky grins and sarcasm. he craved adventure. the trill of the unknown. it calmed him unlike anything else. which is why he was so spontaneous and energetic. but as long as he stood beside his brothers, anything was possible. kavan is a family man, through and through. being the eldest out of three. he took on the responsibility of providing for them and others. no matter who it was, kavan would always offer a helping hand. no one deserves to suffer alone. not while he was still kicking, dammit. despite his confidence, the auburn-haired male can be just as critical to himself. he strives to be better for the people counting on him. he was open-minded with a mind that reeled with new ideas, some that seemed impossible, but kavan always enjoyed proving them wrong. he was competitive as he was selfless. kavan ( like his brothers ) carried a strong sense of justice and protectiveness, but he’d do it by any means necessary. if he had to get his hands a little dirty, then so be it. as long as they were safe and away from the dangers of death. he didn’t care. although kavan enjoys the little things in life, knowing too well just how simple things can be taken away. he spends every day like it would be his last, whether that’s spending time with friends ( and strangers ) or doing a simple task. he’s learned not to take life for granted, even if he feels like the world is falling apart. he can do nothing but move on and hope to the gods that there’s something worthwhile.

hobbies.

ꕥ boxing.
ꕥ street racing.
ꕥ running.
ꕥ taking walks.
ꕥ helping others.
ꕥ analyzing escape plans.
ꕥ hanging out with friends.
ꕥ taking long drives to clear his head.
ꕥ drinking / smoking the pain away.

habits.

ꕥ biting the inside of his cheek when in thought.
ꕥ head tilting in confusion.
ꕥ dragging a hand through his hair / clutching the strands.
ꕥ smoking when things seem overwhelming.
ꕥ worrying his bottom lip.

fears.

ꕥ being caged.
ꕥ being alone / forgotten.
ꕥ being unable to protect everyone, blaming himself for other's misfortunes and wishing he'd gotten there sooner.
ꕥ losing the people he cares for.
ꕥ losing to the dark lord.
ꕥ failure.
ꕥ constant nightmares.
ꕥ terrified of losing his security ( his brothers ).

likes.

ꕥ red spider lilies.
ꕥ whiskey.
ꕥ black coffee.
ꕥ dark chocolate.
ꕥ working-out.
ꕥ taking long rides on his motorcycle.
ꕥ adventures.
ꕥ dragons.
ꕥ thunderstorms.
ꕥ dancing in the rain.
ꕥ helping others.
ꕥ dark colors.
ꕥ physical affection.
ꕥ babysitting.
ꕥ cuddles / forehead bumps.
ꕥ warm weather.
ꕥ crop-tops / sleeveless shirts.
ꕥ being around people.

dislikes.

ꕥ being alone.
ꕥ caring about others, only for it to slap him in the face.
ꕥ getting up in the mornings.
ꕥ realizing people take his kindness for granted.
ꕥ hates people who pick on others.
ꕥ being caged like a wild animal.
ꕥ seeing his friends hurt.
ꕥ constantly doubting himself.
ꕥ cold weather ( although he does enjoy bundling up in the colder seasons, just not his favorite weather ).
ꕥ ghost pains.
ꕥ seeing dragons being mistreated or given a bad rep. he'll get into a long debate about how amazing they are if you let him.
ꕥ getting lost in the past, sometimes its a good thing and sometimes it isn't.
ꕥ betrayal. he's had to deal with it once, and he'd much rather never have to deal with the gut-wrenching betrayal of someone he thought he could trust.
ꕥ worrying others.

strengths.

ꕥ hand-to-hand combat.
ꕥ flexibility.
ꕥ adaptive.
ꕥ physical strength.
ꕥ hardworking.
ꕥ helping others at the drop of a hat.
ꕥ loyalty.
ꕥ high-pain tolerance.
ꕥ accurate aim.
ꕥ parkour.
ꕥ high tolerance for alcohol.
ꕥ throwing daggers.
ꕥ socially comfortable.
ꕥ calm in crisis.

weaknesses

ꕥ being alone.
ꕥ his brothers are his greatest weakness.
ꕥ seeing himself as a failure.
ꕥ self-sacrificing.
ꕥ reckless.
ꕥ can get hooked on negative emotions, letting them consume him until there's nothing left.
ꕥ bottling his emotions up.
ꕥ unable to rely on others.
ꕥ short of breath / panicky when in closed-off spaces.
ꕥ tendency to doubt himself.
ꕥ acts without thinking or planning when others are in danger; all caution thrown out the wind.




family relations.

biological parents
regulus dragomir, nesryn dragomir.
biological siblings
adriel dragomir, aleksander dragomir.
children
none.
crush
mason vangelis, more pending.
past relationships
none.

extra persona.

mbti
entp | enfp.
alignment
chaotic good.
hogwarts house
gryffindor.
avatar element
fire.
spotify
xxx
pinterest
xxx

fun facts.

ꕥ happens to be a disorganized chaotic mess, but somehow still keeps things organized.
ꕥ his younger brothers mean everything to him, and wants nothing more than to be a good role model to them.
ꕥ the one often staying high-energy and positive in a crisis, even if his own life is falling apart.
ꕥ natural charisma and self-confidence.
ꕥ prides himself in being calm in situations of crisis.
ꕥ doesn't like dwelling on his emotions, or rather, talking about them to someone. he'd much rather bottle everything up, and hope no one pries. he's not too keen on being emotionally vulnerable unless it's needed.
ꕥ despite everything, kavan is someone who will look out for people, helping them to the best of his abilities. whether that's protecting them or giving them a small boost. he'll be there, no matter what.
ꕥ kavan tends to be very action-orientated.
ꕥ actions speak louder than words.
ꕥ is terrified of being forgotten, and or being left behind. often times lying awake at night questioning whether what he's doing is enough.
ꕥ a deep sense of survivors guilt after the deaths of his younger brothers, feeling terrible and downright ashamed he had survived and not them.
ꕥ can be a bit overly protective of people, but not because he doesn't trust their strength, he's just terrified he's going to loose them and he'll be alone again.
ꕥ enjoys being above the ground, whether that's sleeping up in the branches of a tree or hanging his legs over the edge of a building.
ꕥ loves cooking as much as he loves the warm weather, something he enjoys doing whether that's cooking for the others or simply teaching someone a simple way to cook eggs.
ꕥ kavan's diet consists of alcohol and military hard tacks due to recent events, having no motivation to properly feed himself.
ꕥ high-pain tolerance due to the training he had gone through, and the many fights he's been in.
ꕥ loves to travel, to be able to explore the unknown whether that's raiding unknown tombs to learning about the cultures of the world. anything he can get his grasp on. he enjoys the trill of the mystery.
ꕥ tendency to risk his own life to protect others, whether that's running into a building on fire or stepping in front of a killing curse.
ꕥ might take pride in his appearance, but kavan has no sense of self-preservation.
ꕥ is a total flirt, often tossing out an affectionate names towards anyone and offering compliments without batting an eyelash.
ꕥ might seem a bit prideful / confident about his appearance, but even the simplest of comments can cause him to spiral.
ꕥ charismatic little shit with plump, pouty lips and pretty chocolate mocha-like hues.
ꕥ isn't a fan of being inside his own head, something that can become overwhelming and downright terrifying. it's the reason why he enjoys surrounding himself with others, distracting himself from his own head and focusing on others.
ꕥ doesn't like to show weakness, but sometimes it can be overbearing and he'll have no shame in crying in front of people.
ꕥ does have some basic medical knowledge, having to take care of his brothers and himself when they had no other options.
ꕥ pushing his problems to the back of his mind, telling himself that he'll deal with them later and never do.
ꕥ will fight to the bitter end to protect his family and friends. nothing matters more to him than making sure they're safe.
ꕥ does have a dragon companion; a chinese fireball he rescued named 阳 ( yang ) meaning " light, sun, male " who's currently stationed at the chinese dragon sanctuary for the time being.
ꕥ is the one to get injured and play it off as nothing, ending up passing out somewhere, but attempting to convivence everyone he's healthy, and fine. only to end up bleeding everywhere.
ꕥ has learned to enjoy the little things in life, whether that's stopping to watch the clouds go by or just enjoying being around those he considers to be friends. you never know when it'll get taken away from you, so its best to enjoy it while you can.
ꕥ has a tendency to think of several escape plans, something he does to calm himself. even if he's walking down the street, his mind gravitates towards the best way to flee if the need arises.
ꕥ is a dragon tamer.

the interview.


what are your thoughts on the war ?
it's awful. all the death and bloodshed could have been avoided. a lot of this could have been avoided, but you can't change the past. the only thing we can do is move forward and give it all we've got.
what do you think about the dark lord ?
every bad guy has there reasons. i'm not saying he's a good guy, but he had to have a reason, right ? despite that the thought of wondering why. although i pray we don't face each other. i'd tear them to pieces. even if i died. they've taken a lot from me - from everyone and i doubt they feel remorse.
do you think the chosen one can truly beat him ?
hopefully ! but isn't it a bit much ? putting everything on the chosen one ? i'm not questioning their abilities, but they're human, aren't they ? everyone needs a hand sometimes, especially this big of a task.
what side are you on ?
the order of the phoenix, of course. where else would i be ? i'd die than become a death eater.
do you believe in blood purity ?
no. i don't believe in blood purity. never saw the reason for it. that way of thinking has caused more damage than needed. who even thought of it ? i'd like to give them a piece of my mind.
how do you think this is going to end ?
with our side winning, hopefully ! i don't have much, but it's the optimism that counts.
do you think you're going to survive ?
i hope to survive, but if the time comes. i'd lay down my life. even if i won't be able to see the end of the war. don't let my life be in vain, you here ? i'll come haunt your sorry asses.





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Order Healer.















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Mal






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01.

full name




Malcolm Falkner








02.

Nicknames




Mal








03.

age




27








04.

gender




Male








05.

sexuality




Heterosexual








06.

Blood Status




Pureblood








07.

House




Ravenclaw








08.

Occupation




St. Mungo's Healer








09.

Birthday




June 14




































  • Empathy.



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SABINE LÉONELLE LESTRANGE
death eater
nicknames // alias : sab
d.o.b // age : 8/13/1973. twenty-eight
gender // pronouns : female. she/her
sexuality : omnisexual
occupation : hit witch/ex-professor

blood status : pureblood
boggart : a mirror with a pool of blood
wand : blackthorn wood, boomsling venom, 10", reasonably supple flexibility
patronus : occamy
amortentia : warm winter berries, satin, lingering notes of smoke
affiliation : the dark lord
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
Description here??

height : 167cm (5'6")
hair : dark brown
eyes : dark brown
modifications : various ear piercings
distinguishing features : tba
scars : tba
face claim : taylor lashae

PERSONA.
vices : manipulative, naive, selfish, submissive, indecisive
virtues : romantic, hopeful, gentle, creative

likes : transfiguration, flowers, oil paintings, wine, coffee, cigarettes, rain, france, muted colors, busy streets, birds, making people smile, romance novels,

dislikes : tba

hobbies : tba

habits : tba

fears : tba

HISTORY.
backstory : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Condimentum mattis pellentesque id nibh tortor id. Donec ultrices tincidunt arcu non sodales neque sodales ut etiam. Semper auctor neque vitae tempus. Commodo elit at imperdiet dui accumsan sit amet nulla. Duis ultricies lacus sed turpis tincidunt id aliquet risus. Felis eget nunc lobortis mattis aliquam faucibus purus in massa. Maecenas accumsan lacus vel facilisis volutpat est velit egestas dui. Ut lectus arcu bibendum at varius vel pharetra vel turpis. Amet facilisis magna etiam tempor orci eu lobortis elementum. Bibendum est ultricies integer quis auctor elit sed vulputate. Scelerisque felis imperdiet proin fermentum. Amet mauris commodo quis imperdiet massa tincidunt nunc. Et egestas quis ipsum suspendisse ultrices gravida. In metus vulputate eu scelerisque felis imperdiet proin fermentum. Eros donec ac odio tempor orci. Ut lectus arcu bibendum at varius vel pharetra vel. Sapien nec sagittis aliquam malesuada bibendum arcu vitae.

INTERVIEW.
what are your thoughts on the war? // tba

what do you think about the dark lord? // tba

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // tba

what side are you on? // tba

do you believe in blood purity? // tba

how do you think this is going to end? // tba

do you think you're going to survive? // tba
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Perry Alinac
kindest witch of her age
  • i
    ii
    iii
    iv
    full name
    Persephone June Alinac
    nicknames
    Perry, Percy, PJ, Ali, Miss Alinac || Has no aliases
    age
    Twenty
    date of birth
    February 19, 1981 — Pieces
    gender
    Cisgendered female, feminine pronouns
    sexuality
    Bisexual/biromantic
    species
    Werewolf
    occupation
    A teacher/tutor for primary school aged witches and wizards
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XI.
death eater
scroll.















it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish
my chemical romance

VISAGE
NAME. bellamy halley carrow
N. NAME. bell
AGE. 20
DOB. 12 april 1981
GENDER. female
SEXUALITY. heterosexual
OCCUPATION. none, death eater
BLOOD STATUS. pureblood
BOGGART.
WAND.
PATRONUS.
AFFILIATION. death eaters

APPEARANCE
HEIGHT. 5'7
HAIR. brown
EYES. blue
MODS. standard ear piercings
FEATURES.
SCARS.
FC. michelle trachtenberg

PSYCHE
VICES.
vice-
vice-
vice-
vice-
VIRTUES.
virtue-
virtue-
virtue-
virtue-
HOBBIES. hobby
HABITS. habit
LIKES. like
DISLIKES. dislike

TIME MACHINE
HISTORY: history

Q&A
What are your thoughts on the war?
"answer."

What do you think about the Dark Lord?
"answer."

Do you think the Chosen One can truly beat him?
"answer."

What side are you on?
"answer."

Do you believe in blood purity?
"answer."

How do you think this is going to end?
"answer."

Do you think you're going to survive?
"answer."

GALLERY​










bellamy carrow.


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MYAREE PHYLLIS SLORAH
defector
nicknames // alias :
d.o.b // age : 00/00/1979. twenty-two
gender // pronouns : female. she/they??
sexuality : bisexual
occupation : tba
species : half-siren

blood status : half-blood??
boggart : tba
wand :
patronus :
amortentia :
affiliation : tba
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
Description here??

height : 170cm (5'7")
hair : tba
eyes : tba
modifications : tba
distinguishing features : tba
scars : tba
face claim : taylor lashae

PERSONA.
vices : tba
virtues : tba

likes : tba
dislikes : tba
hobbies : tba
habits : tba
fears : tba

HISTORY.
backstory : Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Condimentum mattis pellentesque id nibh tortor id. Donec ultrices tincidunt arcu non sodales neque sodales ut etiam. Semper auctor neque vitae tempus. Commodo elit at imperdiet dui accumsan sit amet nulla. Duis ultricies lacus sed turpis tincidunt id aliquet risus. Felis eget nunc lobortis mattis aliquam faucibus purus in massa. Maecenas accumsan lacus vel facilisis volutpat est velit egestas dui. Ut lectus arcu bibendum at varius vel pharetra vel turpis. Amet facilisis magna etiam tempor orci eu lobortis elementum. Bibendum est ultricies integer quis auctor elit sed vulputate. Scelerisque felis imperdiet proin fermentum. Amet mauris commodo quis imperdiet massa tincidunt nunc. Et egestas quis ipsum suspendisse ultrices gravida. In metus vulputate eu scelerisque felis imperdiet proin fermentum. Eros donec ac odio tempor orci. Ut lectus arcu bibendum at varius vel pharetra vel. Sapien nec sagittis aliquam malesuada bibendum arcu vitae.

INTERVIEW.
what are your thoughts on the war? // tba

what do you think about the dark lord? // tba

do you think the chosen one can truly beat him? // tba

what side are you on? // tba

do you believe in blood purity? // tba

how do you think this is going to end? // tba

do you think you're going to survive? // tba
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