CHARACTER INFO:
Character name: Jae-Edmund Avery
Age & Birthday: 25 & 6th augustÂ
Gender & Pronouns: trans Male, he/himÂ
Occupation: Owner of the business that deals with asian artefacts and herbs
Blood Status: Pureblood
Previous House: Slytherin
Previous Affiliation: Death eater
Face Claim: Woo do-hwan
Password: Fennec FoxÂ
BIOGRAPHY:
(tw: sadistic tendencies, hints at murder, prison and isolation)
Jae-Edmund Avery was born into the family of sacred 28. His mother was estatic to have a baby girl. She has always dreamed of raising a girl into her perfect image. Having a ather who cared little about a daughter, wishing only for an heir to give his title to his mother would have managed to make him into her perfect doll if not the fact that Jae-Edmund Avery didn't feel like a girl at all.Â
He had screamed and kicked when a dress was pulled onto his body. Always wanting to be like his father, broad shouldered, tall, powerful, masculine. The little boy didn't truly understand why he was different from his dad. It was when he was finally around the age of 10 when he put his foot down and demanded that he was a boy. It cause his mother much grief to accept him like that but his father much liked the idea of a heir, so his transition was somewhat a transaction. Exchanging one parent who wished to mould him however they pleased with another one.
thus the heir of Avery family came to go to hogwarts and be sorted into the house that was expected of him. The house of snakes, slytherin. Jae was told exactly who he should befriend, his father's friends had kids around his age, whose future was great, or so his father would say, Jae of course believed him and so he obediently befriended the needed kids. He took like duck to water when it came to his father's ideals. Purebloods are above all else and being from sacred 28 means he was extra special. Avery liked the idea of that.Â
His sadistic tendencies slowly grew stronger and more noticable. The type of humour he found amusing was cruel and chaotic, however his father was more than happy to encourage such acts. So the boy grew bolder with each year until he finally took the dark mark by the end of his school.
He fought many people during the war, enjoyed being a soldier, putting his energy into something destructive. He had blood on his hands, it never truly bothered him really. He knew who he was from a young age and never ran from it, he wouldn't start to after war either.Â
Azkaban was hard on him. The walls around him seemed to shrink onto him. The coldness, dampness of the room, if he could even call it one, seemed to chill his bones, freeze his blood. At first he was able to handle all of this, the adrenaline in his blood, the constant presence of the threat right there, hovering all over the prison, in between the cell. He kept his eyes open, his wits sharp, his ears on the ready. But time ticked away far too slow in a place that even during the warmest days of the year barely had him seeing rays of the sunlight. He tried to keep track of days, somewhat. Deciding each time he fell asleep was the night and when he woke up was the day. Slowly, such calculations became unreliable, his body was so so tired, his blood suddenly had no adrenaline to supply him with, he slept longer, more often…or so he felt each time he opened his eyes from another nap. Yet it was part of a routine now. To keep track of each time he woke up. By the time he got out of that little pocket of hell he thought two years and four months had passed, he missed the mark by a lot. He was stuck there for a year and a half and he felt like someone who spent much longer in that cell. Even with his body weakened and his hands shaking, the desires that swirled inside him, simmered right under his skin, never died. Just like they were during the war. He misses it sometimes. The rush he got during fights, the manic glee when he heard screams, maybe he was broken beyond salvaging but Jae-Edmund Avery was a good actor if nothing else. So he kept his eyes ahead and forgot whatever lovely fever dream the war felt like to him, or pretended to forget at least. He tried to forget his cell, the cell that probably still called out his name. He was not that successful in that regard either. Trying to be the perfect little Lord just like his father wished him to be. He was strong and powerful and an Avery, Jae knew he would be able to handle it. He had to.
