MADDOC MADS BLENKINSOP. NINETEEN. ❝ ─ kill me if you dare, hold my head up everywhere; keep myself riding down this train. i'm the underdog, live my life like a lullaby.❞ POACHER. EX-HUFFLEPUFF. DEATH EATER.
Cas imagined – for a short moment – the reactions those wretched Weasleys when they saw their pride & joy ablaze. It made him almost happier than the sight of the first bursts of fire licking at the store. He would pay good money to see them weep and rage and look at the charcoal remains of this … well, he barely wanted to call it a store.
He twirled his wand between his fingers before letting a rope-like string of fire leave the tip of it, hitting the upper store windows, licking at the orange and purple and he laughed an almost giddy laugh and wondered out loud, “Who decided on this horrific colour scheme?” before aiming once again, now through the broken windows.
Head turned to Mads for a second, considering his words. “It’s exactly what a day like this needs — a wonderful firework show at the end of it all. We’re giving the people what they want!”
Caleb focused carefully on the smoke perched behind his ear, plucking it gently between his index and middle fingers and placing it to his mouth. Glass shards skittered like hailstones around his feet as the windows exploded from the heat, the light of the fire set them glittering while he retrieved his wand from its holster. He muttered a small lighting charm, a tiny flame springing to life as he took a deep inhale, the perks of evading a full mask.
The crowing of his boys filled the air amongst the screams. He was a fixed point amidst the chaos, Mads’ ever unpredictable wand hurling a characteristically massive and careening ball of flame after Wren’s, a whip of it curling then from Cas.
Letting air replace the smoke in his lungs and filling his mouth from his hip flask he stepped forward, closer and closer still till he felt the heat become unbearable. He raised his wand and a huge cloud of flame poured upward from his mouth as the alcohol sprayed through the spell he’d readied, one ridiculous striped arm catching as the fire engulfed it.
“Waste of a good vintage, really.” He drawled as loudly as he could manage, taking long strides backward into formation.
“Oy—hope you brought enough to share,” Wren motioned to Caleb and his flask, laughing in delight at the excessive nature of his friends’ attacks. He twirled his hand between his fingers, eyes narrowing at a figure approaching Mads from behind. He shot off a quick bone breaking hex, watching the attacker drop to the ground with satisfaction, “Interrupting our fun—some people have no fucking manners, do they?”
The exterior of the shop was now almost fully ablaze, and Wren figured it’d only be a matter of time before whatever explosives were in the shop helped them finish the job. Still—–his wand arced downward and a powerful blasting hex was sent towards the shop, impacting with the large, Weasley-esque figure that graced the ahead above the entrance. A loud crack sounded as the head split from the—quite frankly, gaudy—-puppet’s body, and people underfoot scurried to get out of the way as it crashed to the street in front of the shop. Wren looked on, bemused, at one unhappy wix whose leg appeared to be pinned under the head.
“Well really—-that’s just shit luck, isn’t it?”
It was like being back at Hogwarts again─ camaraderie and feeling invincible in those few moments of chaos after a brawl. Sweat rolled down his temple and felt like blood; he blinked and saw the Quidditch stands, but they were gone in an instant.
Crack. Was that spell or the bones of the crumpled figure behind him? Mads looked between them, shoving them back with his foot and performing a quick restraining spell sans wand. “Cheers,” he replied, scanning their periphery for any other attackers. Nearly forgot that people with hero complexes exist.
He tilted his head, following the massive weasel head’s trajectory, and didn’t blink when it pinned someone. He looked around again, taking the opportunity to ward off any incoming threats though many seemed to be fleeing.
“Why’re they all running?” Mads whined, pocketing his wand when it shot off a glitter bomb instead of the knee-removal he’d intended.
when: january 5th, 2024; 10:31am
where: diagon alley
who: the lads! @spltlippd @calebfigg @casworan
The scene devolved quickly into madness; cries and confusion filling the air, and Wren gave a sideways grin to his friends as they spelled their way to their goal. The extended Weasley and Potter families were the most obvious targets, and Wren wouldn’t begrudge his peers who went after them, wands blazing; but his father always said there was more than one way to skin a Kneazle, and there were other ways to wound the Order—particularly, strike at their morale.
And if Wren got to blast that ghastly storefront off the face of the earth while he was at it, all the better.
“Time to put on a show, yeah?” He called to the masked figures standing with him, wand raised. Fire erupted from the tip, coiling in the air as it gathered strength and mass before hurtling through the air to its target—-the front windows of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes shattering upon impact, flames licking at the frames and quickly climbing as a new wave of startled screams rang out.
Elation. That’s what he was feeling, wasn’t it? The same giddiness he’d felt at the punchline of his father’s favorite joke─ how is a niffler like a Sunday roast?─ as dozens of the thieving beasts poured from smoking dams. Bubbles rising to the surface of his skin, scratching to escape. Forgetting to breath. Yeah, that.
It was a bit of the same thing. How is a niffler like a Sunday roast? How is a niffler like a weasel?
You smoke them.
“ Reckon they’ve got the blue fireworks that look like a coiled occamy? ” Mads hummed at his companions. The wind was in his veins, tugging towards his wand. It hesitated and he wondered, for a moment, if it’d do a perfect impersonation of a hose to spite him.
A single massive ball of fire spat out the tip and hurled itself towards the storefront.
“ My bad! ” he called cheerfully to the people his fireball hit on its journey. One of them was well on fire.
Hi, everyone! It’s Admin Sarah. As I mentioned in the chat, I decided to put together an ask meme designed purely for this roleplay! You’re not required to participate at all, but I thought it would be a fun, relaxed way for us to explore all of our characters. Please feel free to reblog this (and any other ask memes) if you’d like to join in! We don’t have designated meme-specific days – you can reblog ask memes whenever you’d like, and completed memes do count as activity. I’m just tagging this with #iidytask so it gets seen, but of course, there is no time table on completing these memes. Do whichever ask memes you’d like on your own schedule! If this ask meme goes over well, I’d definitely be willing to make more! (And if members have any suggestions or would like to make one of their own, please let me know!)
Send me numbers to find out more about my character! If I have a multi-muse blog, feel free to specify the character if you have a specific one in mind.
Has your muse ever had to deal with a significant loss? And if so, how did they cope with the grief of that? (Loss does not necessarily have to mean death here.)
What do you think it would take for your muse to reach their absolute breaking point?
Would your muse ever consider changing their stance about the war or switching sides? If so, what would push them to do so?
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What memories would your muse be shown if they were in the presence of a Dementor, and what physical reaction would they have?
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What scents would your muse smell if they took a whiff of Amortentia and why?
What is your muse’s wand?
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Who is the most important person in your muse’s life and why?
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❝ I’m officially off the rails. You should try it.❞ BENJAMIN WADSWORTH? No, that’s actually MADDOC ‘MADS’ BLENKINSOP. Only NINETEEN years old, this HUFFLEPUFF alumni works as a WILDLIFE + ANTIQUES SMUGGLER and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as CISMAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be ERRATIC, VIOLENT, and IMPULSIVE but also RESOURCEFUL, BOLD, and PASSIONATE. { EL, 22, EST, SHE+HER }
I. A HISTORY
“DEATHS: Barnabus Blenkinsop, 25. Body missing. Reward for information.” ─ The Daily Prophet, 8th February 1999.
Mr. Blenkinsop's presumed death occurred on November 20, 1998 and his obituary appeared in the Daily Prophet. A reward was offered for information about what happened to his body since all that was found in his bed at St. Mungo's was a tin of anchovies.
The Blenkinsop family made their money through “trade” and “exploration,” which are both just codewords for seizing territories and poaching wildlife.
They’ve comparable to the mafia in the sense that the extensive family operates within itself as an organized crime unit with a tendency for violence; everyone knows what they do, but no one has the concrete evidence (or balls) to do anything about it.
Plus… dragonhide clothing is all the rage, yeah? Who do you think is out there getting the resources? Those pickled hippogriff eggs (found only in the highest society establishments and incredibly illegal for consumption) that you like so much come from somewhere, right?
Also deal with antique looting for private collectors and played a prominent role in the original horcrux hunt as they were able to track down founders memorabilia and get it by any means necessary.
Weren’t originally anti-muggle, but since the establishment of the Statute of Secrecy became very much so.
The Statute both hurt their business and seemed incredibly unfair; wix were continuously pushed into the underbelly of civilization as muggles were continuously and freely expanding and wix are just supposed… to accommodate that? Be alright with living in hiding and bending over for a race that can’t even wipe their arse without using their hands? Bullshit.
The anti-muggle sentiment only grew and festered over time as wix were persecuted by muggles and forced into hiding and culminated in the Blenkinsops becoming one of the most prominent pureblood families that actively and politically opposed muggles altogether.
Blenkinsops were part of the Knights of Walpurgis and continue to be heavily involved with the Death Eaters.
II. OVERVIEW
NAME.
↳ Maddoc Anarawd Blenkinsop. Goes by Mads.
GENDER + ORIENTATION.
↳ Doesn’t think of people like that. But for the purpose of clarity, cisman, biromantic bisexual.
↳ “Now this looks like a job for me / so everybody just follow me / 'cause we need a little controversy / 'cause it feels so empty without me.”
What they see: expensive robes, even more expensive cologne worn far too young, five languages, silver gold and glistening rings, never without his wand, unwavering loyalty, straight spine and shoulder back, looks just like his mother, a smile that says: you don’t know me at all and you never will
What you see: tattered shirts, salt and sweat, a vicious tongue, silver gold and blood rusted rings, never without his beast, all-consuming obsession, violence violence violence, looks absolutely insane, laughing at his own traumas
The images co-exist.
He’s so pretty, absolutely lovely at society banquets, trained in wix ballroom dancing that’s essentially spinning on air, but there’s always been a darkness inside of him you might glimpse upon a first meeting
Anyone who was unfortunate enough to attend Hogwarts with him knows all too well exactly why he’s called “Mads” over Maddoc
“i’m officially off the rails. you should try it.”
ERRATIC. his whirlwind of emotions are either charming or terrifying, and switch so suddenly and quickly it can give you whiplash. his behavior more so. he operates by his own moral codes that’s yet to be deciphered and doesn’t seem to follow any pattern of behavior whatsoever. it’s got its benefits, sure, but the downfalls include: unfinished projects, dropped conversations, and general confusion.
VIOLENT. you don’t get it: one second, he’s smiling, laughing with you, and the next you’re dazed and wondering what it was you said that caused that punch. mads is known for sudden and intense violence; his family is much the same, as their enemies are far too aware of, and rumor on the street is that they all beat the shit out of each other daily. it’s mostly true. while in hogwarts, he earned the reputation of the “attack dog,” jumping into physical altercations at the drop of a hat if he felt it justified.
and IMPULSIVE. his line of work kind of depends on split-second decision making and he’s fortunate enough to excel at that. unfortunately, he’s impulsive to a fault and will go with his gut quicker than he can think not to.
but also RESOURCEFUL. not even mads’ worst enemy would deny his intellect. kid’s fucking smart and able to process information and spit back results in a second; he’s already gone through all the possible outcomes of a problem, he’s already thought thirty steps ahead, he’s already more than prepared for every single plan to go to shit. he’s got this.
BOLD. mads was never one to hold back, whether it be his thoughts, opinions, or feelings. he doesn’t second guess himself and he won’t ever hold back. why live life wishing you did instead of doing?
and PASSIONATE. whether it be his unwavering loyalty bordering all-consuming obsession, or the fire he pours into his every action, or his ability to laugh through tear-streaked cheeks, mads has so much ambition within him it’s hard to contain at all.
fluent in English, Spanish, French, Italian, and Persian; currently studying Greek
Blenkinsops (illegally) keep and breed manticores and each have their own; Mads’ is called Bully and he loves him
but at the same time “do animals deserve rights” because he’s really out here poaching wildlife without a care in the world (ask him about pygmy puff kebabs he had at a shady pub in Morocco)
IV. MAGIC SHIT
(former) HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff.
WAND: Cedar wood, acromantula web core, 11 ¾ inches, unyielding flexibility
***(Inherited, passed down through generations of Blenkinsop wizards. The wand is incredibly loyal to its original owner─ dead for nearly 500 years now─ and Mads has difficulty using it.)
CEDAR WOOD: “Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.”
ACROMANTULA WEB CORE: Those who are determined, stubborn, cold (cool-natured), fearless, and with a mischievous and/or dark disposition would have this wand core. Having such a wand core suggests that you have firm convictions and have a deeply rooted vindictive nature, but this does not at all mean that you are not capable of caring or loving someone or something in your own way. However, your vindictive nature can often lead you towards revenge when something wrong or unjust is done to you. This makes you less likely to forge strong bonds and/or forgive someone easily. This is one of the best cores to use in the darkest of Dark Magic, particularly with The Unforgivable Curses. It is a wand core predominantly found among those of House Slytherin. If one is thinking about having a wand made with an Acromantula Web core, they’re probably a fan of having their wand confiscated by the authorities. Using a wand with this wand core has been illegal in Britain since 1782, after they were discovered that the wielder of a wand with this wand core has particular ability with Dark Magics, especially the Imperius Curse. There are certain diplomatic exceptions, as it is a traditional wand core for Asian wands, but even those are temporary, and many wizard diplomats on long-term assignments find themselves compelled to procure replacement wands during their stay. This was once a common wand core among Dark Healers.
UNYIELDING FLEXIBILITY: A wand of this flexibility finely tunes itself to its original owner’s preferences and doesn’t stray from those preferences, even in the hands of a new owner; the new owner will just have to get used to it. It is particularly good for combative and healing magic. Unyielding wand owners tend to be very confident in themselves and/or in the things they believe in. They tend to be intelligent, somewhat cynical, and usually have well-defined principles that they will not stray from ever. Sometimes, this combination can lead to arrogance because of them insisting on how right they are without considering other points of view or whether or not they might be wrong.
congratulations on making it to the end!!! i would absolutely love some plots for this ferocious little beast so hmu or look out for my plotting call!!!
