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[raefawley]

WRITING PROMPT 01: RAVEN FAWLEY 

  C H A R A C T E R: S T A T S

FULL NAME: Raven Alessandra Fawley  NICKNAME(S): Rae  DATE OF BIRTH: 31 December 1946 NATIONALITY: British OCCUPATION: body guard & black market seller RELIGION: non conforming judaism  GENDER IDENTITY: genderfluid  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demiromantic, pansexual ETHNICITY: Moroccan & Polish Jewish 

C H A R A C T E R: A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: INBAR LAVI  HEIGHT: 1.6m // 5'3"  WEIGHT: 54 kg /  HAIR COLOR: dark brown EYE COLOR: honey  DOMINANT HAND: ambidextrous SCARS: along their abdomen and neck, though they've found a way to conceal the scars on a day to day basis, not because they're ashamed but because they know how the world views those that don't fit into the perfect image.  TATTOOS: none, though they've thought about it.  PIERCINGS: none

C H A R A C T E R: B A C K G R O U N D

HOMETOWN: warsaw, poland  CURRENT RESIDENCE: london, england  BLOOD STATUS: half blood / werewolf  EDUCATION LEVEL: homeschooling, if one could call it that.

[the-underestimated-amelia-bones]

Letters from the Other Side

Dear Mum and Dad,

I suppose it’s not a surprise, me writing to you. I talk to you often enough in my mind. In my heart. Sometimes I don’t want to talk to you of course, want just to be left alone with my thoughts in my head. Not worrying about what you would be thinking. I wish that you were here to think your own thoughts, tell me your opinions. I’m smart, yes, but what I think you’ll say is still just guesswork.

You would be doing good in this world. It hurts to know that, because in all honesty, that’s why you were targeted. You were forces for good, fairness, equality, and justice. I’m trying to follow in your footsteps but it’s so much harder for me.

I’m a girl. I’m young. I’m unmarried. I carry little credibility. I’ve been trying so hard to build up my reputation, and hopefully, hopefully I’ve managed now. People listen to me when I speak, whereas it used to be just you. Did you see the position I’m working in now? I got that on my own. Me! I was so giddy when I found out, I wanted to tell you both immediately.

It’s those times I miss you most. When I have something exciting to tell you, good news to share. When I’m so happy I could fairly burst. I want so badly for you to be proud of me. Daddy, you worked for the Ministry, you know what it is I’m facing. You would understand this success.

It’s the sad times where I want you out of my head. But you have permanent residence there. You’ll live with me till I’m old and grey. Till I’m dead. When I’m sad I just want to be alone, though. I just want to curl up and cry without thinking about what you’d be thinking about it. Because sometimes I need to cry.

Sometimes I’m just so frustrated, or tired, or plain disheartened. Heartsore. I’m working so hard and it seems sometimes like I’m getting nowhere. Like I’m on a broom fighting against gale force winds and yet standing still. Not making any progress. I gave up so much for this, not only for my job, but for Dumbledore and what he’s asked of me.

I carry so many secrets around, sometimes I think I’ll go mad with them. And there are so few people I can share this with and most--most have someone else to share things with.

I don’t want to even admit to myself that what Bellatrix said may have gotten to me. It would please her so. But I am alone. I am lonely. I work myself to exhaustion so I don’t have to dream, and I stay at the office late so I don’t have to go home to an empty flat. I don’t even live in the house anymore, you know? It’s too painful.

I miss you so much, and yet know that if you were here, I wouldn’t be able to say any of these things to you, for fear of disappointing you. Now, it’s all just in my head. And in my heart.

Lend me some of your strength, Mother. Send me the courage of your convictions, Dad. Help me to be the person you want me to be, the person I want to be.

And if you wanted to send a little luck and a little love my way, like you two had, I wouldn’t mind that either.

I’m just so tired of fighting everything and everyone  sometimes, and doing it with a smile. So tired.

Love always,

Your ‘Melia

[bewarethesirenscall]

C H A R A C T E R: S T A T S

FULL NAME: Arielle Delacour NICKNAME(S): Ari, Kitten (Fenrir) DATE OF BIRTH: 07 July NATIONALITY: French OCCUPATION: Ministry of Magic - Prophecy Record Keeper RELIGION: Orthodox GENDER IDENTITY: She/Her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ETHNICITY: Veela/Caucasian

C H A R A C T E R: A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: Lucy Hale HEIGHT: 5′2 WEIGHT: 108lbs HAIR COLOR: Naturally Veela white, currently dyed black EYE COLOR: Green DOMINANT HAND: Right SCARS: A small scar on the inside of her left wrist, a mark of a scissor fight from when she and Alcott were younger and a scar on the inside of her ankle, caused by a broken branch as she and Fenrir were hiking to their first safe house six months ago. He told her to pick up her feet more and she didn’t listen... TATTOOS: Arielle has several tattoos across her body but perhaps the most important two are the ones that she bares on wrist and side. Her left wrist is covered by a blooming rose, with a budding rose below and astem that reaches half way down her forearm. This one represents her bloodline and pays tribute to the parents she lost and the brother she is searching for. Arielle has a crescent moon etched into her left side, parallel to the edge of her breast. The symbol represents the only man she ever loved, a man she was never supposed to love… The moon is not your typical crescent, it’s shape is made up of budding roses and the vine of a Weeping Willow tree. Though the Weeping Willow tree has many meanings in many cultures, it is known to honour the moon, forever connected to it just as she is to her wolf. Both of these are on the left, the feminine side as well as the half of her that holds her heart. Further homage to the importance her heritage, and her soul mate, holds. PIERCINGS: She has double piercings in her ear lobes, one side with her upper ear pierced and her belly button.

C H A R A C T E R: B A C K G R O U N D

HOMETOWN: Greater Paris, France CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood Veela EDUCATION LEVEL: Beauxbatons, Ministry Training

[talldarkandmoody]

C H A R A C T E R: S T A T S

FULL NAME: Alastor Moody NICKNAME(S): Moody, Auror Moody, Sourwolf DATE OF BIRTH: 21 March NATIONALITY: Scottish OCCUPATION: Ministry of Magic - Head Auror | Co Founder of the OotP RELIGION: Athiest GENDER IDENTITY: He/Him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ETHNICITY: Caucasian

C H A R A C T E R: A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: Joe Manganiello HEIGHT: 6′5 WEIGHT: 250lbs HAIR COLOR: Black & White, Salt & Pepper EYE COLOR: Brown DOMINANT HAND: Right SCARS: His body is covered in them from years of battle TATTOOS: Alastor has a whole host of tattoos, ranging from large to small. He has a full sleeve tattoo down his left arm which finishes on his knuckles covering from shoulder to the entire top of his hand. The sleeve features most predominately an archangels wing with lettering around the wrist, and a depiction of Zeus, Ruler of the Gods. He has a large eagle carrying an olive branch across his rib cage, and many more little tattoos scattered across his body in various places. PIERCINGS: N/A

C H A R A C T E R: B A C K G R O U N D

HOMETOWN: Leigth, Scotland CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood EDUCATION LEVEL: Hogwarts, Advanced Ministry Training

[viciousvisage]

C H A R A C T E R: S T A T S

FULL NAME: Rodolphus Lestrange  NICKNAME(S): Rod, Lestrange DATE OF BIRTH: 19 February NATIONALITY: English OCCUPATION: Ministry of Magic - Wizengamot RELIGION: Athiest GENDER IDENTITY: He/Him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ETHNICITY: Caucasian

C H A R A C T E R: A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: David Gandy HEIGHT: 6′3 WEIGHT: 220lbs HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Ice Blue DOMINANT HAND: Right SCARS: Left Eyebrow TATTOOS: Rodolphus has ink covering the top of both his hands. It’s full coverage that reaches his top knuckles, with letters one each finger in the space between top and middle knuckles. There’s a rose with the stem tattooed down the length of each thumb, one for his father and one for his mother. The family crest is woven into an intricate design on his right hand and the names of Rabastan, Rosemary and Bellatrix are woven into the left along with a depiction of a wild wolf for Fenrir. Those he cares for the most. For now, the tattoos reach the top of his wrist but will eventually spread to full sleeves on both sides. PIERCINGS: N/A

C H A R A C T E R: B A C K G R O U N D

HOMETOWN: London, England CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood EDUCATION LEVEL: Hogwarts

[silenciorosier]

WRITING PROMPT: Letters From The Other Side

A letter from Evan to the boy he killed at his Death Eater’s initiation:

Dear Ethan,

          I often wonder what you thought of me when we first met. Others in the house you’d been placed in for your ambition reviled and avoided you like the scum you truly were. Yet I, I had the kindness to come and speak with you, to engage with you and help you feel at home in the dark space of the Slytherin common room. I have to say it was a genius move on my part. Make no mistake, I suffered quite the scolding from peers, older classmates and my own dear parents. You see, even then my father was in the Dark Lord’s thrall, one of his earliest, most devoted followers.    

          But, I persisted. What must that have looked like to you? It was no wonder you became so enamoured with me. I have to confess it was almost too easy, all I said you drank in like gospel, heading every syllable, accompanying me to every meal and all but trotting at my heel like a pride-less hippogriff. In truth, it was somewhat pathetic. I confess though, over the five years in which I won you over I felt a certain… fondness. Not love, not care, never anything son concrete. It was a little like… the familiarity of a neighbour’s pet. Something helplessly cute with boundless energy which always greeted you as though you were a god incarnate blessing it with your presence.

          Yes, that was your best feature really; your love for me. For it was love, I’ve no doubt. That night I stayed up with you in the common room, it was past twelve, only the murky lights of the Great Lake’s sea creatures illuminated the ebony woods and green fabrics. We sat huddled close. I’d already hinted at my own returned interest, innocent touches, a lingering smile. It all came to a head that evening and in my best performance at that age I kissed you and you fell upon me in kind, even then it was all innocent, not a single item of clothing lost.

          When we’d finished, I asked you in whispered tones to sneak away and find on the morrow, you’d so readily agreed. Ahh, the face you’d made when walked into that warded clearing to see a throng of Death Eaters, the Dark Lord himself. I’d enticed you all the way and that was my payoff. The only moment better had been the light fading from your eyes and smile I received from The Dark Lord after you’d crumbled. He applauded and all others followed in kind. You see, you did pay me back for the kindness I showed you, dear Ethan. If not for you I wouldn’t be so loved by all the fools in the world and respected by the man who’ll give me what I want. You were perhaps the most useful tool I’ve ever made use of. Rest well now, your work is done.

                                                                            Yours with love,

                                                                                             Evan Rosier  

[missus-lestrange]

C H A R A C T E R: S T A T S

FULL NAME: Bellatrix Wyetta Black NICKNAME(S): Bella, Vixen (Rodolphus) DATE OF BIRTH: April 7th NATIONALITY: British OCCUPATION: Socialite  RELIGION: Atheist  GENDER IDENTITY: Female  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual  ETHNICITY: Caucasian

C H A R A C T E R: A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: Lily Collins HEIGHT: 5’4” WEIGHT: 110 lbs HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Green/Hazel DOMINANT HAND: Ambidextrous  SCARS: A small gash on the base of her thumb, along her palm, from a spell gone wrong that she kept to always be reminded of her carelessness. Same with the cut on her brow, which she got in a fight and kept with the vow that no one would ever draw first blood on her again.  TATTOOS: The Dark Mark on her left forearm,“How love came in, I do not know” in small cursive font along her collarbone, a silhouette of a flock of ravens taking flight on her left side. PIERCINGS: Ears, nipples

C H A R A C T E R: B A C K G R O U N D

HOMETOWN: Black Manor, North Yorkshire CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood EDUCATION LEVEL: Hogwarts

[bloodmoongreyback]

C H A R A C T E R: S T A T S FULL NAME: Fenrir Greyback (Born Isaiah Ramsay)  NICKNAME(S): Fen, The Wolf, Evil Sonuvabitch DATE OF BIRTH: November 19th NATIONALITY: Roma OCCUPATION: Assassin/Hitman RELIGION: Atheist  GENDER IDENTITY: Male SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Greysexual (no pun intended) ETHNICITY: Mixed - Romanian/Bulgarian/Scottish

C H A R A C T E R: A P P E A R A N C E

FACE CLAIM: Jason Momoa  HEIGHT: 6’4” WEIGHT: 240 lbs HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel DOMINANT HAND: Right SCARS: Three on the corner of his jaw onto his neck, several on his chest, back, abdomen, thighs and forearms from magic, knives, teeth and claws. He has a long history of violence with a variable roadmap of scars archiving each encounter that could have gone wrong. TATTOOS: Full body tribal that covers from wrists to ankles. There’s an L on his index finger that’s almost always covered by a ring. The faces of the sun and the moon on the back of his left hand, and a lioness head on his right hand (the most recent addition) PIERCINGS: None

C H A R A C T E R: B A C K G R O U N D

HOMETOWN: Morar, Scotland CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England BLOOD STATUS: Lycanthrope EDUCATION LEVEL: Home Schooled/Self Taught