Alastor Moody

A Proud Auror/32/Justice and vigilance above all

[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

[theaur0rman]

Where: Inside the ministry of magic Who: Open to anyone

He was in a foul mood. The day had been ruined from the moment he woke up in a cold sweat from a dream Alastor couldn't remember at all. The shift was grueling and useless during patrol. Just petty little criminals and wannabe dark wizards here and there being endlessly annoying.

He walked down the halls of the ministry, his shoes making no noise against the marble floors, Alastor had been an Auror for far too long to make such noises even when he was pissed and hardly focused on the walk itself. He turned the corner, still fuming and dreading the bureaucratic mess that would be filling up a bunch of small reports for the bookworms that kept all the receipts down a few floors.

"Ah, afternoon." He said with a nod of his head to the person who was walking in his direction, slowing down and stopping in front of them. "How has your day been?"

[ofxsorcery]

Starter for: @theaur0rman Location: Just outside of the Three Broomsticks Random word from generator: property

Her hands were placed on her hips as she was watching the Three Broomsticks from the outside. It was before opening hours and she had just arrived to get some things done at the place before it would open. But only right now, she had a moment of realisation. It was finally hers. The Three Broomsticks was finally her own property after she had bought from the previous owner a week back. And she couldn't be more proud of it all.

It would also make it all a lot easier to have the safe house in the back of the establishment as well for the Order.

And as soon as she thought of the Order, Ros suddenly became very aware that someone was closing in on her. She turned around to be faced with a face from the past. Her arms rested next to her body as she took in the tall appearance from Alastor Moody. "It surprises me you have been able to avoid this place for such a long time with a safe house in the back. I had expected you sooner because of that. I don't bite, Alastor."

[theaur0rman]

Alastor just finished up his night shift. Being an Auror meant taking odd hours for work, that was fine. He was in control of the situation and of everything surrounding his life. He preferred it this way. To have control, to have everything neatly done, even if his life itself was always a little messed up. His fault. Even if he regretted things he gave up or people. In the long run, it was better, it was the right thing and he had to own up to being one of the main targets for the darker forces lurking around.

And yet

And yet here he was, his feet carrying him to a person he should keep avoiding as he had been so far. He didn't speak, they had nothing to speak of. No, they were a thing of the past. Forever locked away as his biggest and most painful surrender to the greater good.

But he had to see the safe house and maybe grab a few things to eat. So here he was, watching her. "Well, I saw no need to come to the safe house." He answered while his eyes looked everywhere but her, taking in the surroundings around them. "No, I am sure you don't bite," He shrugged as he walked closer. "Is this a bad timing?" He could feel his palms swearing, the anxious thoughts and borderline paranoia providing him with very possible scenarios of how this could and would end disastrously.

It probably would. Most definetly. End with him feeling like broken glass.

[theaur0rman]

"Semper fidelis" - "Always faithful"