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[theaur0rman]

Intro to Alastor

Name: Alastor Phillip Moody

Age & Birthday: 13th February, 1947, 32.

Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & he/him

Sexuality: Straight

Occupation: An Auror

Blood Status: Halfblood

House: Hufflepuff

Side: Order member 

Family: Moody family

Residence: A flat close to the ministry.

MAGICAL:

Boggart: n/a

Patronus: A brown bear.

Amortenia: Brownies, Butterbeer, Whiskey, Caramel, a female perfume he came to associate with Rosmerta.

WAND:

12, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Solid - Just like its owner, this wand is loyal and will always remain a "survivor" of great tragedies. It's good to say that this wand represents his master's heart. Once it's set that is the only option for him.

PERSONALITY: 

+ loyal, fast thinker, a good mentor, and teacher, determined and dedicated to the greater good.

- Rash to anger, harsh, crude even, and Overly cautious bordering on beginning stages of paranoia.

BIOGRAPHY:

There is not much special to say about Alastor's childhood. He came from a long line of police officers on his muggle-born mother's side. His father was a half-blood from Scotland, raised in a small magical village. The two met in school and fell in love both going to become members of the ministry. Alastor's father was an Auror and his mother worked as an unspeakable. Having close contact with her parents Alastor grew up valuing justice and the government be it magical or muggle.

When it came to sorting he took after his father, getting sorted into the Hufflepuff without the hat thinking too much about it. The choice seemed pretty obvious. His school years were nice, peaceful, filled with laughter and Edgar.

It was once Alastor left the school and joined Aurors that sinister things picked up their pace. Of course, he would never stand by and let such a thing keep going unpunished. It had to be stopped. So he joined the resistance without a backward glance... That was not fully true, when he joined Alastor gave up on something that would always squeeze his chest with pain and desire in equal measures. He gave up on his love, leaving his heart forever in her arms even if she didn't truly realize it.

To this day he carried the ring he wanted to give her to ask her hand around his neck. Sometimes that small object weighted down his body far more than fatigue and pain from hexes he has taken in his line of work. Insomnia and vigilance growing to be his one true company.

QUOTES:

"Semper Fidelis" - "Always faithful" "Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat" - "They all wound and the last kills." "For the greater good, there is no price too high I shall pay." "Justice is meant to be for each of us, just like death."

His Fc: Oliver Jackson-Cohen

[thathands0mefrench]

Intro to Alphonse

Name: Alphonse Michael Delacour

Age & Birthday: 29th January, 1952, 27.

Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & he/him

Sexuality: Demisexual

Occupation: Department of co-operation, international law unit.

Blood Status: Pureblood

House: None, he finished Beauxbatons.

Side: Neutral

Family: Delacour family

Residence: A large home on the edge of London.

MAGICAL:

Boggart: n/a

Patronus: A Heron

Amortenia: Smell of oil paint, lavender, roses, and fruit tea.

WAND:

 11", Hornbeam, White River Monster spine, Pliant - Since the wand was made in France its core isn't one of the three cores most often used in England. The wand and its sensitive nature and elegance reflect her master perfectly.

PERSONALITY: 

+  Polite, charming, full of vibrant energy that draws people in, a romantic gentleman. Someone who can even be called a family man.

- drawn to meaningless connections far too often, too stubborn for their own good, and impatient.

BIOGRAPHY:

Alphonse Delacour grew up truly loved, both he and his sister were spoiled rotten by their parents or so he thinks. From a young age, the boy had been far more interested in less violent pursuits than his male relatives, preferring to read and draw. Soon enough he discovered his true obsession. Muggle art, the capturing of unmovable moments. He adored everything he had to do about it. Every little bit of new information, new artist he became more and more fascinated by the whole thing. Once he was old enough Alphonse spent hours in the Louvre, blending in with muggles, learning their habits, and listening to the guides speak about each art exhibited in those grand halls.

His parents, of course, wished him to remain more physically active so Alphonse picked up French sword dueling. He enjoyed the elegance of the sport along with the rules that were clear on how to have a dignified duel. After the sword, he learned to enjoy horseback riding. He preferred having a companion in the form of a horse to flying on the broom. He was delighted when his parents gifted him a horse that was able to fly. Calling the new friend Nova the two spent most of his free minutes during summer soaring above the clouds or exploring the fields around his property.

When his sister transferred to England he followed. It was only natural after all, even so, the man missed his home, his parents, and the comfort of familiar shores more and more each day.

QUOTES:

"Amor vincit omnia" - "Love conquers all" "Art comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable." "And once my soul has left, carry me back to my childhood yard, bury me in familiar grass." "To you, I am a distant memory yet I cannot exist without your warmth"

His Fc: Nicholas Galitzine

[thelawmaker]

Intro to Corban

Name: Corban Alasdair Yaxley Age & Birthday: May 25th 1950 Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & he/him Sexuality: queer (deeply in closet and heavily in denial) Occupation: A quickly rising member of the department of magical law enforcement. Taking active role in hearings related to new laws and regulations, as well as often being one of the voting members when it comes to court procedings. Blood Status: Pureblood House: Slytherin Side: Death Eater Family: Yaxley family Residence: A flat near the entrance to the ministry hidden from muggles.

MAGICAL:

Boggart: n/a Patronus: Siamese cat Amortenia: New paper, barberries, expensive male colongue.

WAND:

11, Dragon heartstring, Cedar, unbending.

PERSONALITY: 

+ ambitious, patient & level-headed.

+ manipuative, detached & intolerant of any show of incompetency.

BIOGRAPHY: (brief mention of parental death)

An older brother to two sisters, younger than him by 12 and 14 years, Corban never got much peace and quiet around the house. His sisters were young and loud, so he often locked himself away in his own room. Trying to drawn out the noises of those two, who he often referred to as harpies in his mind, fondly of course. Such drastic age gap between him and them was caused by the fact that Corban's father had remarried a year after Corban's mother passed away due to some illness. The woman was nice in her own rights, gave Corban space and was focused on her own newly borns at the time. The male was grateful for such luck. He liked his sisters, loved them even. As much as one with his character can love another.

His days in hogwarts were hardly any special. He made friends, those who he now fought with in the dark, as comrades in arms to rid this world of filth that plauged it for ages. He enjoyed himself back in school, having the most middle ground of an experience. He went to games cheering for his team and even dated for a while. All in all, nothing much to write home about. If one asked him, the ex-slytherin would say his life truly started once he fully stepped into the ministry. Once he became an adult, independent and seperate entity from his father, even if his name, his last name would always hand around young man, he barely cared. It made him proud even. To a Yaxley was to be the one in control. So he has always known and he had no doubt it would stay this way. He joined the death eaters pretty quickly as well, however he had the outcome meassured in his mind, after all, treason as a goverment official would be hard to wiggle out of. Not impossible mind, just rather taxing on him and his connections.

The man was willing to risk it. The time passed quickly and with everything organised in his head and life, most of it was a routine now. With years of experience he rarely found much fun, unless he saw a cat.

All Corban currently wishes for is higher position, more power and victory.

Truly the sorting hat knew exactly where would be his home.

QUOTES: "Some men are alive only because it's illegal to kill them." "chaos was the law of nature, order was the dream of men." "And if I dictate so shall it be." "freedom dies in applause."

[thelawmaker]

“At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst.”