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| Killian A. Hawthorne | |
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| Killian A. Hawthorne | Aug 10 2011, 08:40 PM Post #1 |
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First Name: Killian Middle Name(s): Armand Last Name: Hawthorne Birthday: January 14, 1801 Gender: Male Past School House: Slytherin Birthplace: Coventry, England Residence: Clovelly, England Parents: Anjolie Sophia Hawthorne nee Moreau (Mother, Deceased at age 48), Daven Garrett Hawthorne (Father, Deceased at age 56) Siblings: Claudia Isabella Hawthorne (Younger Sister, Deceased at age 17) Relatives: (None of importance) Occupation: Former Auror Pets: Two large female boas: Ryiah – 10 foot - Boa c. longicauda – black and grey coloring Serane – 8 foot - Boa c. imperator – white and grey coloring Species: Vampire Blood: Pure, before he was turned ![]() Age: 215 Hair Color: Dark ash blonde Hair Style: Chin length, shaggy Eye Color: Hazel Skin Tone: Pale Nationality: British and French Height: 6’3” Weight: 180 lbs Accent: British with a soft French twist Married: Single Dating: Not in definable terms Children: None Age of Children: N/A Number of Children: N/A Names of Children: N/A History: Killian doesn’t remember too much of his human past, both from the passing of many year and the sheer weakness of clarity compared to that of his improved vampire mind. He remembers simple things; his mother Anjolie was a housewife, his father Daven, an herbalist, their little house was comfortable and they were rather well to do. He adored his baby sister, Claudia, and spent many an afternoon in their childhood bounding around the house and the garden with her on his back. He attended Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin for his cunning nature and ambitious personality. Even from his first year, young Killian wanted to be an Auror when he grew up and studied hard, passing all of his classes with flying colors. He swept through his years of schooling at the top of his class the whole way, and he landed his dream job with ease, moving out of his parents’ home into a small cottage of his own within a year of leaving Hogwarts. Life went pretty standardly for years until one night; the night that changed everything. Killian had gone to his parents’ house for dinner, to celebrate Claudia’s impending graduation from Hogwarts. The night was wonderful, the meal fantastic, and the siblings danced in the living room; Slytherin alumni and soon-to-be-Hufflepuff-graduate spinning round and round to the rhythm of their fathers’ clapping and mothers’ song. No one noticed the fire spreading in the basement kitchen until the smoke began to creep through the floorboards and by then it was too late. Both parents took off to fight the fire, but it spread rapidly, consuming the house from ground up. Killian tried to get Claudia out of the house before going to help his parents, but a bit of the floor fell through, dropping Claudia into the room below. Killian dropped down to save her, landing amid the hell that used to be their home. He pulled his sister from the wreckage and heaved her up on his back and ran from the house, followed by the final screams of his parents where they were trapped amidst the wreckage. Killian rushed Claudia outside into the cold early spring evening and laid her down in the grass, calling up ever variety of healing spell he could think of. Nothing worked. Poor young Claudia’s badly burned body gave one final shudder and sigh before she slipped away, leaving Killian alone in the world. For a long while he sat there, holding and humming to the body of his beloved baby sister, nine years his junior and already at her lifes’ end. Finally, he cut off an untouched segment of her long curly black locks and tucked it in his pocket before digging Claudia’s final resting bed and laying her to rest with a funeral dirge. And that would be the one clear memory of his human life that would remain with him for years after. Soon thereafter, Killian lost his job as an Auror, finding himself unable to focus on his work. He lost his home shortly after that, and spent his days wandering around London in a daze. He stole food when he could remember to eat, begged for coin occasionally, slept in alleys and empty doorways until one night when a dark figure ‘took pity’ on him. The strange man appeared from nowhere and descended on the unsuspecting homeless wizard, now 29 years old, and worked his metaphorical magic. Killian lost his life that night to a seductive stranger with a wicked smile, and woke, reborn and hungry. The years following Killian spent hunting, trying to satiate his new, unquenchable thirst. He hoped towns and cities, hunting and stealing, functioning almost entirely on instinct. Time became an indistinguishable blur of near insanity and hunger, whole decades passing seemingly unnoticed while he hid in his abandoned-church-made-home and hunted unsuspecting humans. Until one day, wandering through a town Killian spotted a young woman, fresh out of school with curly black hair and his heart theoretically stopped. His hand found the soft, dark braid of hair in his pocket and immediately the obsession began. For weeks afterward he followed this strange, dark haired witch, trying to learn about her, discover who she was; she who reminded him so much of his beloved Claudia. He was careless on occasion, letting her catch sight of him in the shadows, frightening her into caution and making her unreachable to him. Eventually, on the night of a town festival, he found his chance. He cornered her away from the crowd, everyone else too occupied to notice the odd couple out. Unsurprisingly she panicked and tried to fight him off, going for her wand, but on instinct he grabbed her and pulled her close wrapping her in an embrace and beginning to hum softly to try and soothe her. It didn’t work. She fired off a stun spell and fled, thinking she’d gotten away safely. Killian wasn’t so easily dissuaded. He followed her as soon as he was able, only to find her being harassed by a man who’d had far too much to drink. In a flash, the man was on his back on the ground, the half mad vampire standing between the young witch and the drunkard. The object of his obsession remained cautious, frightened of him for his earlier actions, but he apologized, explaining that she’d reminded him of someone, charming her into trusting him. So much so, in fact, that he got her into a bed at a local inn. He’d simply had to have her, the decision wasn’t even hard. He had to make her his. He sank his teeth into her neck that night, swallowing her sweetness and siring his first vampire. He drank her almost dry, just barely able to wrench himself away before killing her. He stood from the bed, leaving her unconscious form with her frail little heart beating so weakly to clean himself up. He washed and dressed, then closed the curtains tightly before taking a seat in a chair in the corner to wait for her to awaken. When she finally opened her eyes, Killian was instantly atop of her, pinning her to the mattress in which she had died. “You are mine,” he told her, his eyes boring into hers, “You are never to leave me…” he reiterated, assuring that he would never be alone again…and so, over a half century later, she is still his. Personality: Cunning, ambitious, calculating, charming, half-mad, seductive, cruel, precise, ruthless, tempermental Hates: Weakness, disorder, soft-heartedness, broken things, fraility, fire Loves: Decisiveness, order, strength, the female form Wants: Sanity, the screams in his head to stop Wishes: His sister hadn’t died Fears: Full-blown insanity Favourite Color: Black Favourite Past School Subject: Potions Favourite Animal: Snakes Favourite Food: He used to quite enjoy a variety of foods, but now all he desires is blood Least Favourite Color: Yellow Least Favourite Past School Subject: Transfiguration Least Favourite Animal: Birds Least Favourite Food: All of them Wand Core: Manticore Hair Wand Wood: Gaboon Ebony Wand Length: 16 inches Wand Movement: Inflexible Wand Strengths and Weaknesses: Ebony draws from the deeper levels of the mind. A powerful wood used for the defense, reversal, and dispelling of dark magic. Combined with the force of all the elements earth, fire, wind and water, this is a truly diverse tool. Excellent for defensive magic. The manticore is an intellegent yet ferocious creature. With the brave heart of a lion and the cunning head of a human, the manticore is not a beast to be trifled with. A manticore hair would be a wise choice for one who wishes to cast dangerous hexes or miraculous charms. It would make an excellent companion to woods that draw of the element of earth, as the manticore dwells in the depths of the jungles. Affiliation: Killian doesn’t truly affiliate with anyone but himself. Special Talents: A surprisingly talented singer, and an even more talented killer. Special Possessions: Only one, aside from his wand; a braid of his sister’s hair kept in a locked box in a cabinet. Sample Post: Killian sat in his armchair by the empty fireplace, staring at the curio cabinet across the room. Inside sat the box; the little locked box that held that haunting detail of his past. His sisters’ ghost; Beloved Claudia in a little wooden box, stashed in a cabinet like a family heirloom. It was gruesome in a way, thinking about it. The whole thing was gruesome. He wanted to leave it behind, but those screams wouldn’t be silenced, that last little shudder of her breath wouldn’t quiet… He stood angrily, knocking the chair over with the force of it, and began to pace the room, trying to quiet the noise in the back of his mind. Ryiah hissed in the corner, drifting down one of the branches Killian had leaned in the corner for the serpentine pair. He stopped his pacing and looked at the snake, sighing softly to himself before he crossed the room and offered her his arm. She wound down his arm, curling her great length around him and settling her weight over his shoulders and hips. Her cold strength soothed him and he began pacing again, trading fervency for contemplation as he absently stroked Ryiah’s head. He was hungry, but he had no desire to hunt. He wanted…something, but he wasn’t sure what. No, that was wrong…he knew what he wanted. Megaera… he called to her silently, seeking out his little fledgling. She was his to call whenever, for whatever reason. She was his. She couldn’t refuse him, even if she wanted to, which she rarely ever did. Sweet, little Megaera; his own personal little pawn. Killian pulled at Ryiah, loosening the snake from around him before settling her to the floor. “Run along now, my dear, find your sister…” he murmured to the snake, standing upright and adjusting his robes. “I have company coming along, and she doesn’t like pets…” (Such a lame sample, I’ve been at this for hours) Password : Canon is as canon does |
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| Megaera Nephthys* | Aug 10 2011, 08:50 PM Post #2 |
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Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc.
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Brilliant! Accepted, of course. <3 |
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