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Mun Information:
Name: Seamus!
Age: I'll never tell muhahahaha
Time zone: Mountain (2:56 here)
Availability: Anytime after 5
IC Information:
Name: Rory O'Brien
Birthday: April 16, 1986
Age: 21
Wand: Bloodwood, 8 3/4 inches, werewolf fang
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn: Halfblood
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Photo Base (PB): Scott Speedman

Please check which of these applies to your character:

[ ] Professor
[ ] Arithmancy
[ ] Ancient Runes
[ ] Defense Against the Dark Arts
[ ] Astronomy
[ ] Order
[x] Death Eater
History: Rory was raised in Ireland with his grandparents. His parents died when he was very young, so he doesn't remember much about them. He attended Hogwarts when he was younger and (despite the Death Eater status) was in Ravenclaw, Since he graduated he's been serving the Dark Lord and learning everything that he can about life and the world around him. Many of the details of his past are unknown.

Does your character have any special skills? Werewolf (not exactly a skill), Occulmency, uh...that's it I think

Personality: Rory is like any other Death Eater, cruel and callous. However, he has another side to him. When with people he trusts, he rather open, but it takes awhile to gain that status with him. He's smart, very smart and can often be found shut away somewhere with a book...if he has nothing better to do. He is a romantic (odd for a Death Eater) and very in tune with his feelings even if he doesn't like to share them.

Description (Physical):Rory is tall and thin with shoulder length black hair and green eyes. He has an air of mystery about him and much of his past is unknown.

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The rain fell steadily around him as he walked down the dreary streets of Hogsmead, the drops patting gently on his leather coat as he headed for the Hog's Head. He was to be meeting all forms of, what to most, would be unpleasant people there for a meeting. It was routine, a meeting between he and a few associates from the underground. Death Eaters and werewolves. His people. He swept past a few Hogwarts students, on a visit to the village as he went. He remembered those days, visiting Hogsmead and laughing with friends. Then he graduated and everything went to hell. So was the story of his life. When he was young he had lost his parents and after school was over he lost his whole life, or so it had seemed at the time. He frowned slightly, sweeping his dark hair from his eyes. Here it was. That cursed bar. He looked up at the tattered old sign and pulled at his jacket collar, preparing to go inside. He huffed to himself as he reached for the doorknob and shook his head, turning away from the bar. He wasn’t in the mood tonight and he didn’t care who’d yell at him later for it. He continued on down the street, green eyes sweeping to the majestic Hogwarts castle, barley visible though the rain. Sometimes he missed those days, but that was all behind him now. He was in the Dark Lord’s inner circle and was working for the cause he had been raised to serve. “Serve.” He muttered, crinkling up his nose as a raindrop slid down from his shaggy hair. The life suited him, surely, he was as cruel and unfeeling as any other Death Eater, but part of him wanted more than that. He was smart and (secretly) actually very feeling, but that would all just get in the way. Maybe one day he’d give it all up…he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was bored.

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Mun Information:
Name: Nancy
Age: 22
Time zone: eastern USA
Availability: All day Sunday and Monday, tues-sat 4pm-2am
IC Information:
Name: Ainsley Zaira Kane
Birthday: December 24th
Age: 22
Wand: 11 1/4" yew with a runespoor fang core
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn: pureblood
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Angelina Jolie

Please check which of these applies to your character:

[ ] Professor
[ ] Arithmancy
[ ] Ancient Runes
[ ] Defense Against the Dark Arts
[ ] Astronomy
[ ] Arithmancy
[ ] Order
[X] Death Eater

History: Ainsley Zaira Kane is the daughter of two pureblood wizards, Natailia and Josias Kane. Her parents were both members of the house of Gryffindor, as were most of her previous anscestors. Ainsley was only the second one, ever in her families history to be sorted into Slytherin house when she arrived at Hogwarts. Her uncle Reginald Kane, her Father's brother, was the only other one. Her uncle was considered an outcast by the family, disowned quite a number of years ago. Ainsley heard the stories about him many times, from many members of the Kane family. The more she learned about him, how he was sorted into Slytherin, eventually joined the Death Eaters and was known as one of the most notorious wizards for causing widespread pain, panic and destruction, the more Ainsley was intrigued by him.

Her Father had told Ainsley sereal times how she reminded him of his brother when he was younger. She wasn't sure if he was trying to scare her into not following the wrong path or just detested her so much he was trying to compare her to the one person he loathed more than anyone else in the world. If anything, mention of how much she compared to him, only wanted to make her see how powerful and dark she could actually become.

Both her Mother and Father made it clear from an early age that certain things about Ainsley bothered them a great deal. She was different from what they expected the daughter of two noble Gryffindors would be. She was withdrawn and not easy to control. She was determined to get her own way and tried to manipultee them into getting what she wanted. They fought often and by the age of nine it was already obvious they started to detest her. She didn't care. She knew her time with them would only be brief and once she finished school she knew what the future held for her.

Her parents were quite upset when they got their owl from her telling them what house she had been sorted into. She could not wait to tell them the news. Even at the young age of eleven, when she started Hogwarts, she knew she was not only quite different from the other members of her family, but quite different from almost all of the wizarding world. The darker side of magic had always captivated her. The mysterious power the dark side held, their way of thinking, the way that others feared them, Ainsley found this so intriguing that even back at that tender age, she knew what she wanted for her future. She wanted the power, the arrogance and the sinistry that went along with joining the dark side. She wanted to be so dark and so powerful, that others feared her. She of coarse did not mention her dark goals in life to her parents, well, not just yet anyway. She did however send her Uncle Reginald an owl telling him her goals for her future. They became regular correspondents.

While attending Hogwarts, Ainsley was very careful who she made friends with. She only associated with other Slytherins who shared the same goals and passions as hers. She studied hard and achieved high grades in the subjects she chose to take. Not to appear as a model student, but to absorb any and all knowledge she could take in, to better develop her gift of spellwok. This dedication to learning paid off greatly. Her skills and power, even back during her school days were something that even impressed some of the most seasoned professors. A master at non-verbal spells and one of the few, in defense against the dark arts class that could actually fight off both the cruciatus and imperious curses.

The moment she finished Hogwarts, Ainsley tracked her Uncle down. He was quite impressed by all the knowledge and power she possesed at the young age of seventeen. He agreed to mentor her in the dark arts, teach her all he knew and introduced her to the Dark Lord. She studied the arts of occlumency and legilimency with him and became a master at both. Ainsley was quite pleased the day the Dark Lord took her in as one of his followers. He gave her special assignments to prove how great of a witch she was. In each assignment he gave, she put all of her energy into making it as perfect as she could. This determination paid off, because ofter just a short time under the Dark Lord's servantry she was accepted into his elite forces. The most trusted and most powerful followers.



Does your character have any special skills? occlumency and legilimency and a master at non-verbal spells.

Personality: Crude, evil and sinister. Ainsley gets what she wants when she wants it and will destroy all in her path to get what she wants. She only associates with the other people in her inner circle.

Description (Physical): Thick, long dark brown hair, deep brown eyes. 5'7", with quite a strong build for a female. She is quite athletic. Her heritage is a mixture of both Irish and Romanian.

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Ainsley Zaira Kane stood quietly in the middle of the forbidden forest. Her yew wand wrapped tightly in her fingers. She took deep breaths, her dark brown eyes scanning the darkness surrounding her and she listened hard for the sound of anyone, or anything approaching. She was sent here by the Dark Lord. Sent to this very spot to wait for someone, a traitor from their own organization, one who they had trusted. He had been spying for the Order, it appeared, for quite some time now. This was the worst thing that he could have done. Many things upset the Dark Lord, but nothing upset him more than a traitor going against him, giving his secrets out. When he summoned Ainsley to him to talk to her, she had no clue what to expect, but she of coarse went willingly. As he told her about the traitor she sat there listening intently to him. She had assumed the Dark Lord would want to take care of him himself, take pleasure in killing someone who had done the worst thing that could be done by Death Eater standpoint. Ainsley's eyes lit up with an exciting cruelty when the Dark Lord told her he wanted her to end the life of the traitor. She couldn't believe an honor as great as this would be bestowed apon her. He told her it was a reward for her dedicated services in the recent weeks. She had helped take out a few Ministry officials in a recent battle. Snuck up behind them and took them out before they even knew she was there and she apperated back to the den before she was seen. She nodded her head as he spoke of the plan. Someone would be leading him into the forest, telling him that he had a mission to complete there. Ainsley was told to enter the forest an hour before. Stay well hidden and wait for someone from their elite organization to lead him in. Then Ainsley had her choice on what to do to him, as long as he knew why he was lead out there, what they knew he did and he had to suffer, suffer a great deal and feel pain, complete and utter pain before he was put out of his misery with the killing curse.

Off in the distance, the crunching of leaves could be heard. Ainsley's heart began to race, her whole body trembling with excitement and anticipation. She gripped her wand tighter and pointed it towards the sound. It got closer and closer and then she began to hear voices. In the dark shadows she could start to make out the outline of four people. Xavier Dagan Cobb, one of the Dark Lord's highest ranking Death Eaters. She then saw Sky Black, a female Death Eater still attending Hogwarts. This girl was quite dark and sinister and for someone so young she had proven herself to be ranked up amoung the most powerful in the organization. Ainsley was quite impressed with her. She couldn't wait until Sky finished out this seventh year at school. The two of them would most likely be working closely together. Whenever Sky was somewhere, Rory O'Brien was never too far behind. He was training Sky in the dark Arts, not that she needed much training, the girl was a natural. Ainsley noticed that both Rory and Sky had gotten quite a bit closer these days, something that brought an evil smile to Ainsley's face. The two of them, united together, was quite an evil force to say the least. They complimented each other well, and their dark and sinister minds played off of one another. Rory was quite a dark and powerful wizard, another one of the top elite ranking members in the Death Eater regime. And then Ainsley saw him, standing there, a smirk plastered on his face. He must have thought he was out here to do some kind of deed for the Dark Lord.

Ainsley quietly slipped out of the shadows and made herself present to the Death Eaters that had just arrived. She nodded to Xavier, Rory and Sky, a smirk on her lips as she did this. She made eye contact with each one of them, an evil twinkle reflected in her gaze. She then lastly turned her head and looked deeply into Savadel Tussle's eyes, her own brown eyes narrowing as she did this, her smirk turned into an evil snarling sneer. "So, are you ready for your next mission?" She asked Savadel in the most icy, heartless tone. She watched as he began to narrow his eyes back at her, a look of fear was starting to build in his eyes as Ainsley continued to stare into his, her gaze never leaving him. "It appears we have a traitor amoung us." She hissed. The look of fear was even more apparent on Salvadel's face, so much that you could almost smell it. She snapped her head quickly to look at her fellow regime. "I think a little lesson is in order. No one...." she turned her head back to the traitor. "And I mean no one, defies the Dark Lord and gets away with it. He knows all, senses all and now you shall pay the ultimate price."

She quickly pointed her wand at his chest and screamed, the obvious tones of excitement in her voice. "Crucio!" She watched as he fell to the ground. He was screaming and wriggling around on the forest floor in complete and utter agony. She kept the curse going for a minute at least and let up for a moment. "What do you have to say for yourself now?" She asked, in an almost sweet voice. She never waited for him to answer. "Pay now you will for the stupidity you brought apon yourself. How foolish we were ever to trust you. You could have had everything, had the upmost power, had others shiver with fear at the mere sound of your name, but you chose this other path instead, the path of a traitor. You sicken me, you sicken us all." She then screamed "sectumsempra!" and watched as large gashes were being cut into the flesh of the traitor.

Ainsley laughed in a cold and high pitched cackle. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. Seeing the results of her spellwork, hearing the screams of her victim, and knowing they were so deep in the forest that no one could hear them. She continued her sectumsempra flesh slicing charm several times and then switched back to another cruciatus curse. She watched Savadel laying on the ground screaming, his fresh cuts from her curses open and bleeding. He looked an utter mess. She then stood over him, her upper body bending to meet him as he lay on the ground so she was just inches from his face. "Having fun?" She asked, in an innocent, inquisitive tone. "What was that? You......you want me to kill you?" She laughed in another high pitched laugh as he begged her to kill him. "Not just yet." She whispered, and stood back up to her upright position. She paced around him, thinking of one more, just one more thing she could do before ending his sorry excuse for a life. She thrusted her wand at him one more time, pointing it at his legs, the most evil of smiles on her face. "Incendo" she shrieked and watched with wide eyes as a burst of flames shot out of her wand and wrapped around Savadel's legs, setting them ablaze instantly.

She listened to his refreshed screams as he flailed his legs around on the ground. "This is what a true traitor deserves Savadel. Pure and utter torture for your wrong doing." She watched him for a few more minutes and then pointed her wand at his chest. "It's over now..... Avada Kedavra." A bright green light was ejected from her wand and hit Savadel directly in the chest, killing him instantly. She then turned to the remaining Death Eaters. The most sinister smile dancing on her red lips. "Lets go. Our work here is done."

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Mun Information:
Name: Anthony
Age: 23
Time zone: Eastern USA
Availability: Just about everyday
IC Information:
Name: Xavier Dagan Ramsey
Birthday: October 31st, 1972
Age: 24
Wand: 12 inch Oak with Chimaera Scale core
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn: Pureblood
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Photo Base (PB): Wentworth Miller

Please check which of these applies to your character:

[ ] Professor
[ ] Arithmancy
[ ] Ancient Runes
[ ] Defense Against the Dark Arts
[ ] Astronomy
[ ] Arithmancy
[ ] Order
[x] Death Eater

History: Xavier Dagan Ramsey was born October 31st,1972. His father was Dagan Cornelius Ramsey a pureblood wizard from America who moved to Italy and met his mother Sylvia Nora Marcellus also descended from a pureblood wizarding family. His father moved from America after betraying Voldemort and becoming a spy for the Order. Of course he did not let it be known he bretrayed the Dark Lord and was a marked man to anyone, especially his precious Sylvia. But that would all change when Xavier was born. Xavier had a good childhood but he never accepted it. Even as a small child he would show traits of hatred and loathing towards anything he felt that was inferior to him. Discliplined many times for his actions it only fueled Xaviers rage. He wasn't the type of person that could be pushed around and get away with it. He feared nothing. Kids at school twice his size would mock him and pick on him but they learned to regret it. He would not allow anyone or anything to push him around. He would retaliate fiercly and with no mercy or remorse. He was always a calculating person he wouldn't immediately lash back out. He would let things go as if they didn't bother him, then once his victim's were unaware he would strike with something so sinister that it would either seriously hurt them or scar them for the rest of their lives. He would plot his revenge months ahead of time just so it would be that much more vicious and cruel no one else dared to cross him, even though he was just a child. His teachers were even afraid of him. Eventually he was expelled from school and never allowed back. His parents were angered with him and tried punishing him but it didn't take. There was nothing they could do that would faze him or make him think of changing his ways. Finally at age eleven he recieved his invitation accepting him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Dagan, his father refused to let him go as he feared that Voldemort would find out about Xavier and use him to locate his family and kill them, but his mother convinced him otherwise, Her family were distinguished members of the Ministry of Magic and was assured that Xavier's safety would be a top priority. Even Dumbledore would watch over him. Finally agreeing to let him attend Sylvia and Xavier were off to Diagon Alley. Dagan would not go with them, for he could not be seen around other wizards, other Death Eaters would have recognized him so he stayed behind as his son and wife went. Xavier didn't understand fully what he was doing here at this place, he couldn't figure out why he was being sent away. He really didn't know he was a wizard he's just heard his parents talk about them quite often. Throughout his childhood Xavier never showed any potiental for magic but coming from a pureblood family it was there, just untapped. His mother was always smiling. so gentle and so sweet towards everyone. Xavier hated her, he hated his father too for that matter. Everytime his father heard someone say the name Voldemort his father would cower with fear. Weak and pathetic Xavier thought. Xavier was always mature for his age, his thoughts and the way he said things revealed him to be wise beyond his years. As he was walking around Diagon Alley with his mother he took everything in like a sponge, always eager to learn always planning his escape if the need arised. His first year as a true wizard he already felt like a king. Everywhere he went though he heard mention of this Voldemort, He who must not be named. The very name would strike fear to any who heard it. He didn't understand or care for that matter who this Voldemort was at the time. With all his things gathered his mother ushered him to the Hogwarts Express. Seeing all of these people these other witches and wizards made Xavier sick. He didn't like that he wasn't the only one with powers. So he immediately knew he was gonna have to establish his dominance over them. The need for power coursed through Xavier with an insatiable hunger. He needed to be feared, he wanted that power over people. His first year at Hogwarts came and went quickly and already Xavier's powers grew strong. He was exceptionally gifted in Charms and History of Magic, he always needed to know more. He was sorted into the noble house of Gryffindor for reasons unknown to him still. Maybe it was his ability to hide his true intentions so well that fooled the sorting hat. However he thought that, that wasn't possible for the sorting hat was supposed to be all knowing. Or maybe it was because his mother's family all had benn noble Gryffindors when they attended Hogwarts. Whatever the reason, that was the way it was and he had no choice but to follow it, which angered Xavier he didn't like not being in control. The next few years Xavier attended Hogwarts and became one of the most powerful wizards yet. Extremely gifted Dumbledore once said to him. In his fifth year he learned of this Voldemort everyone seemed to fear and hate. Intrigued by him Xavier researched and found out all that he could about him. One of the most powerful wizards to ever walk the earth, as evil as one could be. Dominating, destructive, and vengeful. For the first time in his life Xavier found himself actually respecting another person. Further research led Xavier to finding out about a group called the Death Eaters. This group served Voldemort and were feared all over the wizarding world. Without hesitation Xavier swore his loyaty to Voldemort right then and there. The next two years Xavier learned all he could about dark magic and the Unforgivable Curses, which Xavier would use without hesitation later in his life. In his seventh year Xavier was approached by a mysterious man which told him he was to come to the Forbidden Forest late at night, that the Dark Lord wanted to see him. When nightfall came Xavier snuck out of the castle and made his way deep into the Forbidden Forest. There he met his master for the first time. He was overwhelmed yet he did not fear him, Xavier Ramsey feared no one. He was instructed then to kill his father for he betrayed the Dark Lord and turned spy for the Order. If he were to do this Xavier would be accepted as a Death Eater and finally have the power he desired. Without hesitation or second thought he swore it would be done. After his seventh year ended and he graduated as a full fledged wizard Xavier made no stops he headed straight for home. Anger and hatred for his father swelled in him like nothing he ever felt before. Upon entering his home there his mother and father were smiling and awaiting to congratulate him on his ascension to becoming a wizard. No words were spoke for Xavier immediately drew his wand and began his unstoppable onslaught of spells. Filled with rage for his fathers betrayal Xavier showed no mercy. Casting the cruciatus curse at his father he watched with a smile on his face as his father suffered. His mother tried stopping him and rushed him but he was to big and to strong for her. Without a moments thought Xavier used the death curse on his mother to keep her from interrupting his lesson to his father. Finally fed up with torturing his father Xavier ended his life with the death curse. Returning to Voldemort with the news he recieved the Dark Mark on his right forearm. Xavier rised in rank quickly and now at the age of 24 he is among the elite of the elites. Only a handful of Death Eaters are in this group and Xavier Dagan Ramsey is a part of them.

Does your character have any special skills? Expert at non-verbal spells, Animagus but rarely uses it (Black Falcon), and calm and collective in any situation.

Personality: Vengeful, and cold. Self centered and calculating. Knows hes feared and uses that knowledge often. Intimidating and heartless. Only looks to benefit himself.

Description (Physical): 6'1 athletic and muscular. Brown wavy hair and grey eyes with a blue rim around them. Dark Mark on his right forearm.

Role Play Sample: Xavier in his final year at Hogwarts couldn't wait to get out of this place. Eager to join with the Death Eaters, he anxiously awaited graduation so he could begin his life striking fear in the hearts of others. The only thing was he didn't know how to get into contact with them. That would be his first priority when he left this wretched castle he thought. After his final class of the day, boring Astronomy Xavier was making his way to the Gryffindor common room, when out of nowhere a strange man grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a closet away from prying eyes and ears. Angered at the audacity of this person he swung wildly hoping to crush this enemy. Xavier never was one to be taken lightly, he would back down from no one no matter how big or powerful. The man whispered in a voice so cold and evil Xavier knew he was there to recruit him. Calming down but still not pleased with the manner this man approached him with Xavier thought to himself. Why do these Death Eaters have to be so secretive? Xavier wasn't one to care for anyone overhearing him. If they had a problem he would just settle like he always did, with force. But nevermind that, he was here now and he listened to what the man had to say. The Death Eater leaned over to his ear and whispered "At nightfall come to the Forbidden Forest, the Dark Lord demands an audience with you." "Demands?!?!" Xavier said in a raised voice "Who is he to demand me to do anything?! The strange man frantically tring to calm him down holding his finger to his lips. "You tell the Dark Lord I will be there, not because he demanded it, but because I want to come!" Xavier yelled out just for spite. This was the moment he longed for, he was finally going to become a Death Eater.

Late that night Xavier snuck out of the castle and made his way down into the Forbidden Forest. Once there the same man who approached him guided him deep into the the forest. Coming to a clearing Xavier and this man waited for what seemed an eternity. Xavier was never one for paitience, and just as he was about to say something a loud sound was heard. Looking up Xavier saw a ghostly apparition taking the form of the Dark Lord himself. Looking down at Xavier with the most evil sneer he has ever seen, Voldemort said in a cold hiss of a voice "Ahh dear Xavier, what an honor finally meeting you. I've had my eye on you for quite sometime now." " You are the son of Dagan Ramsey yes?" Xavier shocked by hearing this, here the most feared wizard in history had been keeping an eye on him. Confidentally Xavier stood tall and answered the question. "I am his son yes, but I despise the ground he walks on, he is weak and pathetic." "Then you will have no problem doing as I tell you then. I want you when you return home to kill him, he betrayed me before you were born and is working for the Order. If you do this I will consider you loyal and grant you what it is you want the most. I will give you your Death Eater status." Xavier was furious at the cowardice of his father. What a pathetic excuse for a man he thought. The anger in his eyes swelled as he gave his answer. "Not only will I kill him I will make him suffer for what he has done!" As he kneeled at Voldemort's feet. An evil smile appeared on Voldemort's face and he then vanished.

After graduation Xavier made straight for home, no party no farewell to anyone. His only thought was his mission. He was going to kill his father and he was anticipatong it whats more. Once he made his way back home he left his things outside, he knew he would have to make a quick escape. Walking through the door the first thing he saw was his traitor of a father. His eyes squinting in and evil look he immediately drew his wand. Pointing straight at his father Xavier shouted "Crucio!!" and watched as his father as he fell to the floor in agonizing pain. An evil smirk spread across his lips as he stood there watching his father's suffering. Hearing the commotion his mother Sylvia came rushing down the stairs of their house screaming "Stop!!!!, You're going to kill him!!" Looking up at his mother he knew then he was going to have to kill her too. No witnesses. Releasing the crucio curse from his father he now turned towards his mother. His father laying there was unable to do anything, Xavier was powerful for his age and the cruciatus curse had left Dagan in agony. His mother came rushing towards Xavier with her wand drawn. She did not use it though, instead she charged her son tring to knock his wand from his hand. FOolish Xavier thought. His years of training in secret and bulilding his physical strength was more then his mother could handle. Reaching out with his left hand Xavier easily caught his mother's arm as she came flailing wildly towards him. Squeezing tightly and twisting he could feel and hear the bones in her arm snapping. She screamed in pain. Throwing her to the floor Xavier pointed his wand at her and shouted "Avada Kedavra!" Sending a green mist like spell towards her, killing her immeadiately.

Turning back towards his father Xavier made his way over to him slowly. In a cold deep voice Xavier said to him "Tsk tsk father, You disgust me, betraying the Dark Lord and fleeing like a coward. You should have at least had the courage to die like a man at his hands." as he now stood over Dagan. Squatting down now Xavier reached out with his powerful left hand grabbing his father's throat. "Now I, you're son Xavier have been sent to rid him of this disease." Xavier said harshly and cold. Staring now straight into his father's eyes which were comsumed by fear. Seeing that only made Xavier that much more pleased and satisfied. His own father a grown man twice Xavier's age fearing him. Hand still on Dagans throat Xavier brought his wand up and placed the tip of it firmly on his fathers chest. "Now you will learn what happens to those who betray the Dark Lord father." Xavier said with that evil squint still in his eyes. And with that Xavier shouted once more "Avada Kedavra!" and watched as the death curse hit Dagan at point blacnk range. Releasing and evil laugh Xavier let go of his fathers throat who now laid there limp and lifeless. His work was finished. Leaving his home Xavier gathered his belongings quickly and made his way back to the Death Eaters, with the news of his fathers painful demise.

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Mun Information:
Name:Rick
Age:17
Time zone:Eastern
Availability:Unpredictable at best

IC Information:
Name:Rick Black
Birthday:September 12th
Age:29
Wand:11 1/2" cherry and mahogany outer, Hungarian Horntail heartstring and Pheonix tail core
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn: Halfblood
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The Undertaker-AKA-Mark Calaway

Please check which of these applies to your character:

[ ] Professor
[ ] Arithmancy
[ ] Ancient Runes
[ ] Defense Against the Dark Arts
[ ] Astronomy
[ ] Arithmancy
[ ] Order
[X] Death Eater
[ ] Ministry Worker (Please specify which department you work for)
[ ] Auror
[ ] Shop Owner (If you are a shop owner please specify the shop)

History: Rick Black is the son and nephew to Regulus and Sirius Black respectively. He was born under the guise of an only child, but in reality has more family than he knows. Graduating from Hogwarts with an award for Special Services to the School, Prefect, Head Boy, and other such things, he is an extremely powerful wizard. He runs under the disguise of a pureblood, but was actually born out of wedlock when Regulus had a trist with a muggle woman outside of London. Taking him under his wing, Rick was brought up by Voldemort as a sort of Apprentice, with minimal interference from his father. Rick was sent to Hogwarts with more knowledge of the Dark Arts than any other first years, and more than most seventh years even. His training only made him more powerful, and by the time he graduated, he was almost as powerful as the Dark Lord himself. In his third year at Hogwarts, Lord Voldemort was apparently defeated by Harry Potter, igniting a blood thirsty vengeance in Rick for the man who was in all escences of the word, his father. When Voldemort returned in Potter's fourth year, Rick rejoiced and joined the ranks of the Death Eaters, quickly climbing his way to second in command. With as much power as he possesses, and the Dark Lord's knowledge imprinted in him, nothing can stand in his way.

Does your character have any special skills? He is a master at Occlumency and Legillimency, and is a master at duels.

Personality: Fairly even tempered. The only time he has truly lost his cool was when Voldemort was "defeated" in which he killed another student, but blamed another and implanted a false memory to make him think he did it. He was awarded the award for Special Services for catching said student. He is considered a charmer, but rarely settles down in relationships. He is deadly serious, well deadly in general, and his closest confidant is the Dark Lord himself.

Description (Physical): Standing 7' 2" tall, he weighs 328 pounds. He is muscular to the point of having no fat on him. He has long black hair and wears(when not in DE uniform) a long black leather duster. He most times has a full beard, but doesn't often let it grow too long.

Role Play Sample:
The shaft of light spilled into the dark room from a broken window of to the side, illuminating a stooped figure doubled over on the ground. Another, much taller and imposing, figure stood over him, a wand in his left hand, a rolled up chain in his right. The stooped figure was currently suffering the effects of a Cruciatus curse. As the curse was lifted ever so slightly, the tall figure raised its right hand back and struck forward with the might of a God, landing the chain upside the stooped figure's head. A resounding crack! was heard throughout the room as the chain connected with the man's skull. He slumped back over onto the ground, dead, blood pooling from the gaping gash on the back of his head. Rick Black turned his cold, gray eyes on the man's face which was completely devoid of life, and with a muffled crack!, disapparated to an upstairs bedroom where Lord Voldemort was sitting in a tall, wing-backed chair facing a roaring fire. A great snake was nestled on a hearthrug in front of the fire, its tongue flicking out of its mouth as it sniffed the air. Nagini raised her head ever so slightly, but lowered it when she smelled who it was that had entered the room.

Rick slowly walked over to the Dark Lord's side, his duster swirling around his feet, the chain still wrapped around his hand. His feet sounded noiselessly as he neared the Dark Lord's chair, the only sound in the room being the soft crackling and popping of the fire. Voldemort turned his head in Rick's direction and spoke in a high, cold voice.

"How is the prisoner handling his current situation?"

In a deep, raspy voice that seemed to reverberate off of the walls, Rick answered, "Dead."

Voldemort's eyes glowed red for a moment and he cracked a very rare smile for his apprentice. "Excellent. He gave you problems I take it?"

"No. I retrieved the information we sought. I was merely bored with the Cruciatus curse. Physical violence is more my area of expertise."

"Ah, yes, I remember it quite well. You've recieved quite a reputation for physical brutality these past couple months. What did you use to kill him?"

In response, Rick held out the bloody chain surrounding his hand for Voldemort to view. The Dark Lord laughed at the sight of the blood dripping onto the floor, falling in a rhythmic fashion from the curves of the steel.

"That is still your weapon of choice?"

"Yes. I find it unfortunate that the old ways of torture have gone out of style. As you know, there was once a time when this chain was used almost regularly to torture and kill our victims."

"And you are doing well to bring it back; you are just the man for the job. It is a shame the werewolf had to die this way. Greyback so wanted to do the honors as well."

"Perhaps I should pay a visit to Fenrir. I'm sure he would be just as happy to deal with Shacklebolt as he would Lupin."

"Yes, do pay him a visit. Let him know that the werewolf is dead, but Shacklebolt is his."

With a slight nod of the head, Rick took a step back and apparated out of the room. Nagini hissed in Parsletongue to Voldemort, to which he replied, "Yes, I do agree. Would you care to finish him off?" Nagini hissed a hurried, "Yes, Master," before slithering out of the room in search of Lupin's cell.

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Mun Information:
Name: Angelique...AKA Cat
Age: 14
Time zone: Central
Availability: whenever I can get on lol
IC Information:
Name: Helen Margery Troy
Birthday: April 21 [hehe special date in Rome]
Age: 22
Wand: Walnut Tree with catnip and amber oil embedded in the core.
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn:
Picture:


Photo Base (PB): Diane Krugar [she plays Helen of Troy in a movie]

Please check which of these applies to your character:

[ ] Professor
[ ] Order
[ ] Death Eater
[ ] Ministry Worker (Please specify which department you work for)
[ ] Auror
[x] Shop Owner Planet Earth Rising

History:
Once upon a time Helen had attended Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw. When she was a student at the castle she was a bit of a loner. The only friends she had weren’t really friends at all, just people she could occasionally speak to or would just say hi when she walked by them. She was top of her year in academics. When she left the school, the professors expected her to get a job in the ministry, become a professor, or something else that would put her high knowledge to work, but that wasn’t what the future led to. It’s been almost five years since her graduation and every one of those years has been spent doing the job she loves best, running her shop. She owns a shop called Planet Earth Rising where she sells everything from herbs to cauldrons to potions. Her shop isn’t visited much resulting in her loneliness to carry on into adulthood. She didn’t mind the quiet it left her, but the occasional person to talk to was nice.

Does your character have any special skills? Excels in verb less and wand less magic.

Personality: She is calm and sweet. She is also has occasional shy or outgoing qualities that show up at the oddest of times. Do not get her mad though for she will rip you a new one.

Description (Physical): Wavy blonde hair and grey eyes. She has a sense of serenity to her.

Role Play Sample:

Helen slowly arose from her slumber. As she opened her eyes she saw the oh so familiar walls of her bedroom. It had been almost been five years since she had bought her little shop in Hogsmeade Village. It seemed like yesterday her mother bought her the shop. The shop was attached to her small little residence, which meant she didn’t have to floo, apparate, or fly to work, making things simpler.

The students from Hogwarts, which wasn’t to far off from the village, were going on one of their common trips to the village. Though Helen didn’t get many customers she did get an occasional few so she had to get the shop a bit tidied up. She got changed and then went over to her to her work cupboard to get some supplies she needed for today’s necessary chores.

She took her water pale and broom into the shop and set the broom by the counter before tending to the plants with the water. Yes she could have used magic to clean, but she preferred doing it all the muggle way so she wouldn’t be bored as long. Also magic tended to leave an occasional blotch of dirt around the place for some odd reason.

Her shop was always kept tidy. From when you enter the herbs could be found on the left wall, cauldrons were placed on the right wall, seed packets, bottles of potions and powder, quills, ink, and other small nick-knacks could be found on a counter top by the front window. In the back of the store to the left was the door to her cozy little residence and to the right was the register counter, which behind it had her stool and on the back wall items that she was permitted only to sell to adults.

After she finished tending to the stores needs, she poured the remaining water in the pale into a mug she grabbed from her kitchen. She then transfigured the water into warm, delicious tea. She took the mug with her as she sat behind the counter on a stool, waiting for the front door to chime, signaling the entrance of a customer.

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Mun Information:

Name: Jimmy
Age: 21
Time zone: BST
Availability: As and when

IC Information:

Name: James Tanglefoot
Birthday: June 18th
Age: 28
Wand: Willow, 9 1/2 inches, Hippogriff feather.
Pureblood/Halfblood/Muggleborn: Pureblood
Picture:

Code:

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Photo Base (PB): (Please check the PB list to make sure your PB isn't taken)

Denzel Washington.

Please check which of these applies to your character:

[ ] Professor
[ ] Arithmancy
[ ] Ancient Runes
[ ] Defense Against the Dark Arts
[ ] Astronomy
[ ] Arithmancy
[ x ] Order
[ ] Death Eater
[ x ] Ministry Worker (Please specify which department you work for) Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, Obliviator Headquarters. Formerly of the Department of Mysteries.
[ ] Auror
[ ] Shop Owner (If you are a shop owner please specify the shop)

History:

James Tanglefoot was born to Thomas and Errea Tanglefoot on June 18th, 1968. His early years were spent mainly in and around the family estate in Dorset, receiving home schooling in magical society and learning until the age of ten. His Hogwarts letter arrived on an overcast, rainy day in the summer, although that in itself failed to subdue the celebrations that continued into the early hours. Upon arrival at the school, he found himself seated underneath the sorting hat, which after some deliberation between different houses, finally placed him in Ravenclaw.

His Hogwarts years were largely incident-free. Unlike some of his peers, he didn't seem to have the urge to prank or to bully, to play up or to misbehave. That isn't to say that he was socially inept, on the contrary, he had a wide and varied, multi-House circle of friends. However, he always preferred to read a book or play a game of wizard chess to making the suits of armour chase first years down the halls, or incite Peeves to riot with a few well-placed inkwells. Thus, it was hardly a surprise to anyone when James became a prefect in his fifth year, later moving on to become Head Boy in his seventh. Eventually, members of various Ministry departments began to sniff around him, sensing his imminent choice of a career path. He was offered varying posts, eventually accepting the offer of an internship from the Department of Mysteries. For the next ten years he worked first as a trainee research assistant, then finally as an Unspeakable. The interwar period was one of relative scientific boom, and many of the breakthroughs which he assisted on, such as the Wolfsbane potion, are now in widespread circulation.

With the build-up to war however, and rumblings of something stirring on the continent and at home, James was invited to a special dinner of "Hogwarts Alumni" just after the fateful events of the Triwizard Tournament. Having been in contact with Hogwarts professors and their Headmaster for many years in the course of his research, James felt that he knew enough about Dumbledore and his modus operandi to hazard a guess as to the purpose of this meetings. He had heard the rumours, read the statements that Voldemort had returned, and somehow, innately he believed it. To this day he still does not know why, but he simply accepted it as a truth and moved on.

He arrived at the castle later that evening, perhaps slightly against his better judgement. In his experience, meeting those from his past often generated uncomfortable questions as to his current profession. Oh, he could reveal that he was an Unspeakable should he wish to do so (the magic invoked by revealing his position meaning that memory of his person would be clouded later), but there were always attempts to find out about what he was doing. Attempts to get a story from him.

As such, he generally kept to the company of others from within the Department, or the Obliviators. This was a big departure from the norm for James, but one which again, he felt strangely compelled to see through to its natural conclusion.

After a while, the dinner began. The guests ate heartily, laughed, exchanged stories, but all the while there was an undercurrent of tension. It took a while, but James figured it out. They were all here because they believed that He had returned. They were all here because Dumbledore knew that they believed him.

They were here because he was going to ask something of them. Perhaps something too dreadful to accept.

And finally, the old man began to speak. He told stories of the last war, related events from his perspective. He regaled them with adventures, with deeds of courage, of resilience, of a will to fight for the common good. He told them of a small group of people who opposed the reign of Lord Voldemort in the war, of no more than fifty men and women who sacrificed and fought so that their children may live to see this day, so that some of us present would take on the torch if needed again. Eventually, they were asked one, simple question, which would change all of their lives forever.

"If asked upon this night, would you become paladins for side of the right, of the good? Would you give your strength to those who have none, would you walk fearlessly into the dark places of the world and confront unflinchingly what lies within? Would you join, body and soul, as those have before you, with the Order of the Phoenix?"

Not one person refused him. Once again, the Order constituted fifty soldiers. Fifty champions. Fifty souls, exalted and doomed.

It was after the incursion into his Department that James decided to take a more proactive role in the war. His days and nights were spent locked in a basement room under the Ministry of Magic. Whilst his contacts were useful, he wasn't in a position to affect much of the proceedings, to help with events as he knew they would escalate. So after months of deliberation he requested a transfer, having finished the relevant sections of research and testing that he was engaged in. It took another two months but he found himself hanging the obsidian blue robes and the Obfuscation mask of the Unspeakables in his locker for the last time, and instead donning the deep viridian robes of the Obliviators.

Does your character have any special skills? James is particularly talented with charms and potions, but otherwise he is a normal (albeit highly intelligent) wizard.

Personality: James is a quiet, reserved individual who gives the impression of one who thinks extensively about what he is going to say before he says it. He is calm, cool, a pacifying presence in the face of a crisis. People often either like him for his seemingly fearless indifference, or despise him in equal measure. Often those he surrounds himself with are those of similar intelligence, if not of temperament.

Description (Physical): James is of average height, around 5'10-11. He is physically fit, with an established routine of exercise he attempts to go through every day. His hair is short and black while his skin is a deep chocolate brown, mirroring his hazel eyes. He is often perceived as intimidating, although it is more his demeanour which accomplishes this rather than his fairly everage physical presence.

Role Play Sample: (Write a 300 word sample of a post you would make. We want to see your creativity - entering a room, in a class, anything is up for grabs. Just show us what you can do.)

The air was thick with the smell of burning wood, rolling black clouds of acrid smoke stung his lungs and eyes as he moved forwards towards the cluster of blue robes near the source of the flames, their wands pointed at the base and the aguamenti charm dousing the inferno.

"Ah, the Obliviator, good!" A voice came from beside him. James turned his head to see a portly, stout man waddling over to him from where an inconsolate woman stood screaming, pointing at the flames and at the strange men who shot water from sticks. He gave the man a quick once-over, determining him to be a member of the MLE from his robes and his general disposition. Whilst the Aurors simply got on with the task at hand and radiated an aura of confidence, the MLE seemed more on a par with mid-level functionaries. Bureaucrats. Yes men.

That wasn't the case for the whole department, of course. However when you spend your entire adult life around highly trained professionals, such as Unspeakables, Aurors and Obliviators, your patience for these kind of men tended to decrease.

"You are the Wandsergeant attending?" He asked, his tone quiet but the presence of his voice travelling, its deep baritone reaching the man's ears even through the hiss of the fire as it died a slow, langurous death and the screams of the Muggles who were simply incapable of comprehending what had transpired.

"Um..." The round man stumbled slightly. "Yes, Elphias Pennywhistle. You are the Obliviator?" He repeated himself, blushing slightly at his earlier fumble. It would not do, of course, to show stress infront of a subordinate.

"I am." James replied coolly, not bothering to introduce himself in turn as he moved towards the source of the screams. "These are all the Muggles?"

"Yes..." The Wandsergeant affirmed, hurrying to keep up with his strides. "Their house, poor fellows. Seems it was attacked by forces unknown."

"By Death Eaters, then."

"Nobody's saying that, Mr...."

"Please, don't be so facile."

"Now see here, I..."

"Shut up. Let me work." By now, Pennywhistle's face was reaching a most peculiar shade of crimson as James turned his back on him, moving towards the woman standing closest. Her voice was hoarse, reduced now to only sobs.

"Hello, Ma'am?" He said softly, his voice slipping with practiced ease into a polished, Queen's English accent. "My name is James Tanglefoot." He smiled sympathetically at her, his wand slipping almost invisibly into his hand. "I'm here to help you forget."


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