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Nicholas Mulciber, 22, Death Eater, Obliviator in training

[nicmulciber]

Mulciber wasn’t a people person not even remotely close to being one. He weaved through the crowds with a look of disdain. Even though his father’s blood wasn’t part of the sacred 28 - his mother’s was. No matter what everyone still was held a level below Nicolai mentally. He hummed as he marched his way through Hogsmeade. His intent was to get to Dogweed & Deathcap, but his movement was quickly paused by someone in his way. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth when the other didn’t move out of his way quick enough. “Helen doesn’t like to wait.” Annoyed the words blurted out just as there was a shift in the pocket of his robe. The name summoned the black serpent’s head to poke out from his pocket with a warning hiss. He didn’t add any sort of support to the situation - because honestly at this moment he hoped the snake bit the other. Because in his opinion they were moving the speed of molasses. 

[nicmulciber]

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Stefan had not expected company for the evening, not the kind to be talking with at the least, but Nicolai was someone he could make an exception for. He shook his head exasperatedly at the other’s words – the bartender was dimwitted and wasted his time, certainly qualified as someone Stefan could take his anger out on, had he been in the mood to do so. “Regretting not grabbing a bottle at Diagon Alley and drinking alone at home. Atleast I wouldn’t have to deal wit the likes of this.” he told the other dryly. “What brings you here?” he asked the younger boy, he almost always had reasons to be at a bar than simply to get himself drunk.

Nico skimmed the area around them, and felt the bartender drag their feet. They could have gone to muggle London, grabbed a pint, and zapped back to still spend another ten minutes of waiting. Virtues weren’t exactly knocking down the door for Nicolai Mulciber. “That’s true.. We could always mess with the bartender. Might as well, right?” He mused with a slow thoughtful bob of his head. Bright hues glanced to the other before it darted among the occupants. “Looking for volunteers to train some work on. Also heard this was a spot I might hear some interesting tips. “ There’s a sigh before he continued, “Though I suppose anyone of interest probably has ran to Diagon Alley with this fucking guy’s service.”

[nicmulciber]

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Crimson flooded her cheeks as she looked at Nico, completely horrified with herself for being so careless. “I’m so so sorry, Nicolas. Did it burn you?” She quickly crouched down to examine the legs of his trousers, clutching her book to her stomach and stroking the spine with her thumb to change it’s contents. It wasn’t that she was reading anything bad, and the jacket of the book covered the real one seamlessly. But muggle books were not something she wanted to be caught reading. It was something she’d worked very hard to do, in order to disguise her books so they wouldn’t cause anyone any fuss. The pureblood romance books were far and few between, and many were not very interesting reads. The girl pulled her wand out with her free hand to remove the liquid from the fabric and pointed it gently at his legs, “Tergeo” She murmured, cleaning them, and then repeating the curse to clean up the to-go cup she’d been holding.

The girl stood, tucking her wand back into her pocket and looked down at her book. Her embarrassed expression softened, like the book could make the troubles of her life melt away. “It’s a love story,” She confessed softly, which was true for the original content, as well as the transfigured story. “And I’m just getting to the part that the characters are beginning to fall in love.” Her green hues flickered up to his own. Her cheeks darkened more deeply and she looked away, the chargin returning to her features. “It’s silly. Just a book.” Gabrielle murmured, a strand of hair falling into her eyes. “I’ll make it up to you with some sweets tomorrow? I could make macadamia nut cookies, I just got some white chocolate imported from Brazil. It’s supposed to be the best. Or napoleons? I haven’t made those in a while.” The brunette offered, desperate to make it up to him. And maybe hoping for an excuse to see him again before he went back to whatever had brought him to Diagon Alley. “It’s really the least I can do for being so rude.” Slender fingers moved through her hair nervously.

Nico’s hands smoothed over the fabric that had barely had specks of tea on it before she cast her spell. The crimson in her cheeks made a slight tint of pink appear on his own. A hand rubbed the back of his neck as he inspected her in front him. Every small little detail about her up close and personal. Things that were slightly different from his observations he had made from afar. Red tresses sway with the curious tilt of his head. Light irises connect from her to the book. He surprisingly hadn’t noticed the switch of the book contents, because he was more focused on her facial features & hair. “Love story?” He scoffed before he could catch himself. As if anyone would find a happy ending. 

In his daydreams and mind he could easily drift off to a perfect ending between the both of them. Except she didn’t see him in that light, at least he hadn’t thought so. “So, you don’t think those things happen normally?” Nico inquired as he took a step closer to her. There was no such thing as personal space when it came to Mulciber. “Cookies?” He quirked a brow, but if it meant more time with Gabby. Well... “Aye, that sounds good. Perhaps we can share the cookies and a drink.” His sly way of asking her on a little date, even though she was unaware of it. 

He had surprisingly good self control he told himself. It’s the only thing that held him back from extending his hand to twirl a strand of hers around it. “Do you dunk your cookies often?”

[littlestnott]

Gabrielle’s mother had insisted that a proper pureblood lady didn’t need a job, as she would be taken care of once she was married. In translation, that meant that the brunette was not allowed to work once she’d left Hogwarts. Instead, Gabby found herself frequenting cafes and bookstores just to get out of the house. And out of teas with her mother’s friends. She’d prefer the company of a good book to the gossiping women any day. Which was why she found herself, walking down Diagon Alley with her nose in a book and tea in her hand. Normally, the girl was much more conscious of the world around her when she was in public, but the book in her hands had her captivated, which was why she didn’t see that the person walking in front of her had stopped for one reason or another and she bumped into them, her tea falling to the ground as she yelped in surprise. Thankfully, her book stayed in her grasp as she stumbled. “I’m so sorry,” The teen flushed pink, checking to see if her tea had gotten on them during it’s fall. “Are you alright? I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She apologized profusely, a guilty expression on her features.

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[nicmulciber]

Nico had her in his sights for awhile. He had been watching a safe distance away and noted the movements. Quietly he counted how many times she moved the hair behind her ears. There were so many close calls she was oblivious to with her head stuck in that book. It didn’t take long to convince himself that he needed to do the right thing. Except the right thing by Mulciber standards wasn’t on par with anyone else’s as he came out of his hiding spot. He stopped abruptly because that was part of his plan. Just as he had hoped the tea splashes on him and collided with the ground. His brows knit in feigned confusion, as if this encounter had been a chance. “Oi, it’s alright Gab. What’s got your attention anyway?” The aggressive gruff altered to the back burner in his tone. “I’m fine, just a few spots of..tea. Nothing to cry over.”

[siriusfm]

The man was encroaching on his space like a dog sniffing at the food on his owner’s plate. He was a burly lad, at least twice the size of Sirius who - though he hadn’t any issues with his own physique - wasn’t the muscliest man in the market. 

“Listen, mate. I’d love to talk about that little debt,” he said, hands hanging loosely in the air as he started stepping backwards, deftly missing the other patrons of Diagon Alley. “But I’ve got a thing. I’m a busy guy! I gotta -” he risked a sharp look left and right, eyes shining with the glint of a shooting star when he spotted a familiar face. “I’ve got a date!” 

Lightly skipping towards his possible hero, Sirius threw all the charm, cheek and camaraderie he could muster into his plea. “Right, honey? We’ve got that reservation.”

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[nicmulciber]

This was a disaster set up if there was ever one. Nicolai often got mistaken for another for another redhead that shouldn’t be named. He had busied himself with following his prey with his eyes. Another poor soul that he would make scream by his own hand. Usually he would be with someone else in Diagon Alley or under some decent covers to not be seen. Within his mind the dark pictures rolled through like cinema.

Helen, the switchblade, practically stabbed him through his pocket. As he thought about the ways to make a person feel pain, and the mental games he could enact over the span of a few hours. Nefarious plot is shoved aside in his mind by a voice that sickens him.

He turns abruptly with a void stare at the other. “Oi! Do we? Is that reservation for me to kick your bloody arse?” Mulciber hissed the words out like vocal venom. 

[stcfcn]

’Is that blood?’ He looked down at his shirt at the bartender’s words, only then catching the blood stain on his sleeve before looking up and shrugging his shoulders. “This isn’t my blood.” he tried to explain, only to have the other gawk at him in shock and fear. Granted, he should have worded that better. With his reputation and his family’s, it wasn’t surprising to see someone assume the worst, except he had a long day and he really needed that drink. “I am a healer, stuff happens at work. Now can you stop your dramatics and get me my drink?”

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[nicmulciber]

With Mulciber’s perception, he had arrived just int he nick of the time when the bartender mentioned the blood. Part of him feels a broody annoyance that there wasn’t blood on his hands currently. However, it was only a matter of time when he inflicted pain on others. “Make that two drinks.” The baritone voice carried with a permanent aggressive gruff. Nicolai moved beside Stefan with a smirk, and muttered, “Can you believe this guy? Acting like blood is a fucking rarity around here?” Fingers traced his chin as he popped his jaw, and when his hand fell the mischievous grin across his face illuminated.

[babwolf]

[nicmulciber]

I saw NICOLAI MULCIBER in Diagon Alley, but at first I mistook HIM for CAMERON MONAGHAN. The 22 Year-Old was in SLYTHERIN at Hogwarts, right? Now I think they are a/an OBLIVIATOR IN TRAINING. When it comes to the war the PURE BLOOD is WITH THE DEATH EATERS. I always liked that they were DEDICATED and CUNNING, but they always seemed RUTHLESS and BRUTAL, which is unfortunate.

Name: Nicolai Mulciber Age: 22 Profession: Obliviator in Training Blood Status: Pureblood House: Slytherin Gender: Cismale Patronus:  Black Mambo (corporeal) Wand:  13” Yew wood dragon heartstring core; rigid flexibility Allegiance: Death Eaters Extracurriculars when he attended Hogwarts: Beater for Slytherin & Duel Club

Traits

Positive Traits:   + Cunning, + Creative, + Ambitious Negative Traits:   - Vindictive, - Violent, - Arrogant, 

Current Connections

Elizabeth Mulciber (NPC/27 years old) - Elder sister in St. Mungos, would have attended Hogwarts up until her fifth year in Slytherin. Then seemingly ‘vanished’ from existence. Is in a vegetated state and rarely shows signs of life.

 Gabrielle Nott - Crush

Stefan Nott - Friends with mutual favors

Mary Mudblood - Enemy/ Has tortured multiple times. Still holds a deep rooted hatred for her.

Rabastan Lestrange - BFFL/Roommate

Biography

tw: child abuse, assault, body horror

Nicolai was the second child born to Nicodamus & Hespia Mulciber (nee TBD Weasley).  Speaking in wealth the children wanted for nothing except for their own survival. On the outside they were clothed and given the delicate imagery of picturesque society. The inside of the Mucliber home was far from perfect and delved through the seven levels of Hell. The eldest child a girl, named Elizabeth was often reprimanded for her vocal optimism.

The Mulcibers had been around for a long time. Nicodamus was a well-known accomplice of Tom Riddle, and spent most of Nicolai’s life incarcerated in Azkaban. Hespia had been working on a dark art potion to free his father, but instead it backfired on her. The backfire of the potion caused his mother to decline to madness. She isolated her children and herself from her family. Never returning the OWL’s her sister. Ever since he was of a young age, they groomed Nicolai. To be like his father, but to never get caught in his questionable liaisons. 

A Muliber should never get caught they told him time and time again.  He had more siblings, but most of them didn’t live up to his parent’s wishes or they rebelled against the house causing them to be murdered or disowned entirely.  As a child Nicolai developed a creepy coping mechanism, and that was a bone chilling apathetic laugh. No doubt that curved and later turned into his sadistic spirited humour. Anything maliciously done amused him. If he could enact pain or discomfort on muggles or halfbloods this he felt was his calling. Remorse was something not instilled into his brain. Hespia & Nicodamus also made it a point when they were at home to build up their children against the unforgiveable curses. Using them as punishments for the smallest infractions.

One time they went too far. Nicolai had just gotten back from his first school year at Hogwarts. His sister had been in her fifth year and rambled on happily about the friends she had made. Their mother hunched over the potion table with the chemistry beakers turned rapidly. None of the surnames his sister had said were notable Purebloods. Not of the sacred twenty-eight at least. Furious with her daughter, his mother cast the Cruciatus curse. Nicolai tried to intervene, but that only made the wrath of his mother worse. No one would miss her.

It ended with the spell hitting her sister’s spine in such a way that her back audibly popped out of place. The screams only got worse as the curse repeatedly indifferent got spoken from his mother’s lips until the screams stopped completely. Elizabeth was never the same after the attack. Left paralyzed and in a vegetation like state all she could do was look at Nicolai every time he came home. 

This meant he was the only one at the torturous games of his parents. He learned quickly what they wanted to hear to make them stop, so he wouldn’t end up like his sister. There were spies everywhere he could tell. If he didn’t torture Mary Mudblood he might get a piece of his sister’s flesh carved out, and tucked inside an OWL as a way to force him into line.  That paranoia hung above him as he went through his days at Hogwarts. 

Nico had perfected the art of Imperius during his final years at Hogwarts. His mind may have been cracked due to the nature of his lack of nurture. However, soon after graduation he found his calling. His malicious games on halfblood and the humans didn’t have to end. Especially if he could make them forget it ever happened. With help from his peers he got the job as Obliviator in training, and he’s one step closer to being a puppet master. 

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V for Vendetta (2005) dir. James McTeigue