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But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites.
Warsan Shire (via quotemadness)
ROOKWOOD ;
❝ And how do you know that for sure? ❞
❛ ---- because in a typical circumstance, one of us would be face down already. ❜
Let me be your distraction.
RAYNA ;
“you forget something, bartimus.” her smile stayed in place, closer to goading than friendly. “there very little i care less about than impressing you.”
❛ oh, and the truth manifests ! ❜ ( the chuckle he offers is genuine & dangerous, yet apathetic by nature. ) ❛ bartemius crouch jr. cares even less for how much rayna karkaroff cares than rayna karkaroff cares for impressing bartemius crouch jr. & one should learn to contain their frustration toward blatant indifference in the presence of someone who plays the facade game with more finesse than the aforementioned pawn. ❜
D’EATH ;
He raised an eyebrow, “I think what’s more devastating for you is how you’re so uptight. Life must be hard for you.”
( oh, & he raises one in return. ) ❛ i’m uptight because you’re not funny ? interesting, how you think the two correlate. ❜
ROSIER ;
it took evan more than his usual passive demeanor to deal with bartemius; his sharp replies and words coaxed with sarcasm always amused him, albeit he would never bring himself admit it aloud. “ –perhaps, but you must be reminded that hats are mostly for deteriorating old men and forty year old virgin bachelors. i do not see a problem regarding such. “ he retorted, mirroring the other’s tone. “ underestimating you? be assured i would never make such a mistake. i was merely commending you for getting out alive, is all. “
❛ are you -- not actively becoming any of the aforementioned killjoys ? ❜ ( barty perks a lucid brow, & the harder he works to suppress any form of laughter, the more genuine it becomes. ) ❛ you already dress like my father; no amount of work will save you from that horrendous sort of burden. ❜ ( a pause, shoulders lifting once more. ) ❛ if you’re commending me on my survival, then it must mean you made it out by the skin of your teeth. pity, mate. do color me disappointed. ❜
NARCISSA ;
Narcissa chuckled as she approached him, having long since given up on the fact of trying to be silent when she was around someone that was just as skilled as herself in the art of pleasantries and sneaking around.
“I’ve always been good at that, in case you forgot, Barty.” She simpered his name, her voice more sultry and less condescending than she usually allowed herself. She rolled her eyes, gaze traveling down to her shoes. “Sod off. I happen to like them.” They made her taller, a feat that she didn’t have to work hard to do, but was still a comfort.
( the leer he offers is passive, accompanied by an eyeroll & buoyant sigh of chronic indifference. he knows the game all too well -- having been an active player in it himself. ) ❛ i do recall you always being much -- louder, pet, in certain positions at the very least. though i suppose that’s a luxury offered solely behind closed doors ? ❜ ( abandoning all tells of apathy, the grin grows into something malicious ---- as though he’s telling some cruel sort of joke. ) ❛ they’re a bit obnoxious. ❜
RAYNA ;
“after years of ballet, i do nothing sloppily. you are just unfamiliar with what fun looks like, i think.”
( he strains a chuckle, though his gaze remains unwavering & firm. ) ❛ ah, as any drunk, you remain completely unaware of your inability to walk in a straight line. therefore, your inability to poorly perform a tour en l’air while inebriated is just as impressive to me now as it would be if you were sober -- which is little to none. ❜
Relax. I’ve only had the few drinks.
❛ & if that were the case, you wouldn’t be carrying yourself so sloppily. ❜
ROSIER ;
“ —beats me. though i am certain there is but a irreverent disdain reserved only for you, crouch. “ evan’s words were coaxed with mocking; his intentions goad. to say he had made a habit out of riling up his brethren would be quite an understatement. the inclination to resort to taunting flowed through him rather naturally. “ i’m surprised to see you’re a l i v e . “
❛ oh, thank merlin; i was petrified my genuine abhorrence would go completely unrequited. that calamity would surely be out of my hands. ❜ ( the feigned forbearance is straining, & barty -- for his sake as opposed to evan’s -- scoffs, bearing the whites of his eyes for a brief, exaggerated moment before prefacing his words with a click of his tongue. ) ❛ buying hats must be such a battle for one with such an inflated skull; i see your ego has left no room for a lesson on underestimation. ❜
Full Name: Bartemius Crouch Jr. Age: 18 Affiliation: Death Eaters (Dark Mark) Occupation: Unemployed Former House: Slytherin Blood Status: Pureblood
BIOGRAPHY
Throughout the entirety of his life, Bartemius has sought nothing beyond success, often pushing himself to the point of fatigue and exhaustion in the quest to become the best he can be. However, pushing yourself to such a limit does have its consequence, especially when you’ve drained your adolescence in seeking your father’s attention. He’s perpetually fallen short of a predetermined standard ( thus lacking the fundamental fatherly bond ) and it’s absolutely no wonder he seems a bit -- mad. Born into an incredibly influential, pureblood family, and with a father so hellbent on becoming the Minister of Magic, the Ministry is in Barty’s blood – and his early interest in becoming a Dark Wizard is undoubtedly influenced by his father’s vast intent on catching them. In a way, becoming such a savage brand of purist was his means of catching the eye of his father ( despite the extremity of the concept ), and by bequeathing trust and loyalty into the Dark Lord in the most severe of ways, triumph was guaranteed. He would not disappoint – not when his father’s eyes were quick to catch the corrupt.
How foolish of the Senior to neglect what was in front of him.
It was something they would all regret, and, as he matured, graduating Hogwarts and immediately receiving his Dark Mark upon departure, Barty keeps in no immediate contact with his father, yet sustains daily communication with his mother. His father’s mutual disinterest in the both of them serves as an unspoken bond. However, the life of the Death Eater is not what Barty had initially imagined for himself – and though he’s traded an oppressive authority for one that tolls the bell of purist freedom, it seems as though the boy is never satisfied. He is searching for himself in the midst of this war, cutting his fingers on the fragments of a shattered mirror and glancing at himself in the reflection. The pieces? They don’t quite fit, but the presence of the Dark Lord inspires a sort of faith that, one day, they will.
PERSONALITY
✔ resourceful, hard-working, extroverted ✖ deceitful, extreme, intolerant
Checked Information
RUMOUR HAS IT
A recollection of comments mysteriously heard by the one and only Rita Skeeter. Said to be true, but not necessarily.
▸ Let’s give the guy some credit. How normal can he be when he’s got a father like that? ▸ People say the last person he dated was never seen again. He was questioned of course but the Aurors said he knew nothing about it. ▸ Barty is really charismatic. He could make anyone believe the sky is green if he really put his mind into it.
POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS
Anton Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood: Close friends Igor Karkaroff: Thinks he’s useful for the cause Bellatrix Lestrange: Intimidated by Alecto Carrow: Thinks she’s completely beautiful Alastor Moody: Can’t stand him Rodolphus Lestrange: Looks up to
Face Claim: Devon Bostick
ALECTO ;
“If you call me another derivative of a small animal again, I may just lose my patience,” Alecto seethes, as though she had any patience to begin with. Tossing her hair back from her face, her lips purse, “Growing on you? And why is that?” Leaning against a wall, her arms fold in front of her, “I’m not sure I like your tone much.”
❛ pets can be fairly large, so i do believe it’s more reflective of your character that you immediately associate yourself with a small animal when size goes undefined. ❜ ( he, following suit, leans against the wall adjacent the other -- grin firmly plastered & shoulders lifting callously. ) ❛ there is a lot to be said about a beautiful girl who can hold her liquor. of course, i would be ashamed of myself had i expected any less from a carrow. ❜
ROOKWOOD ;
❝ Aw but I thought you loved when I did that. ❞
❛ ---- when it has it’s perks; however, i don’t see much coming out of that look in the foreseeable future, mate. ❜
❛ i know i’m good looking, but the ten minute fixation on my face is a bit much, aug, don’t you think ? ❜
ALECTO ;
“Maybe because I was drinking it,” she retorts, laughing at the obviousness of her reply. Alecto tips her head to the side, squinting as she measures him up, “I’m not a stupid lamb, Barty. And I drink whatever gets me drunk. You could use some, make you less uptight.”
❛ ah ---- careful pet; i never called you stupid, nor did i insinuate lambs were necessarily unintelligent creatures. however, callously drinking any brand of liquor is distasteful, & pardon me if my disappointment is visceral. ❜ he grins, showcasing a leer of all teeth & dimples with a measured, quiet savagery. ❛ nonetheless, hard liquor suits you; the concept is steadily growing on me. ❜