Post by Necrosis on Dec 20, 2013 0:24:08 GMT -7
N E C R O S I S
“DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION.”
-Donnie Darko
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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
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-Donnie Darko
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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
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FULL NAME. Necrosis
NICKNAMES. Necro
BIRTHDATE. November 12th
AGE 19
BLOOD Unknown
POSITION DESIRED Apprentice Potioneer (Potion Brewer/Potion Maker)
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original
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It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
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HAIR&EYES When Necrosis was just a small little spit, he found a very sharp, very shiny pair of scissors in the bathroom cabinet. He looked into the mirror for one silent moment and then attacked his bowl cut with a childish vigor and curiosity. It was so thrilling that he's worn his dark hair short ever since, enhancing the severity of his dark gaze.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT 6' 1" and 178lbs
FACE CLAIM Jon Kortajarena
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I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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WAND Blackthorn :: Dragon Heartstring :: 10 inches :: Surprisingly Swishy
LIKES
- Potions
- Control
- Manipulation
- The helplessness of others
- Blood
- Observation
- Leather
- A drink every now and then
DISLIKES
- The authorities
- The 'no' word
- When people try to understand him
- Being caught or found out
- Creative restriction
- The unattainable
- Needlessness
BOGGART When faced with a boggart, it takes the shape of Necrosis himself or anyone like him, someone at his level, with his skill, who could out-do him, overthrow him, or smear away his work or existence. He takes a pride in what he does and who he is and he refuses to be overshadowed by anyone in the same lane.
MIRROR OF ERISED What Necrosis desires most of all is that perfect someone who craves the darkness of his soul, the perfect one.
PATRONUS Necrosis has never cast a patronus, so he doesn't have one.
PERSONALITY This young man is brilliant! He's astounding! Why, ask his mentor! The man boasts about the boy's skill in potion making that rivals any other apprentice he's taken. See the even line of his brow and the sharpness of his gaze? He is so focused, and his careful and measured hands prepare and include ingredients without the slightest error. He never falters and he doesn't mind company if he isn't far too busy.
Oh, and the charm of this boy! A proper lad in anyone's book. He is respectful, considerate, and he says the most wonderful of things. Anyone is glad to have him around and swears to see success in his future, which is probably why they all keep in touch like they do.
They don't know, however, the darkness of this one's soul. He's so brilliant! So astounding! So horrifyingly terrible! May the fates have mercy on all the souls in his grasp.
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Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
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BIRTHPLACE Unknown
SPOUSE None
CHILDREN None
SIBLINGS None
OTHER Harriet Blume who ran the orphanage he was raised in and Lenny Winchell, his mentor/boss.
HISTORY No parents. No name. No background. This kid was dragged to the doorstep of Blume's Home for Boys in worn clothing and a face that would spoil fruit. He was merely eight at the time and he refused to talk for some time after he had been placed in the home with an odd seventeen other boys. Asking who he was, his name, and the like grew tiresome since he would not answer, so questions about what kind of food he likes, his favorite color, his favorite song and such were asked instead. "Meat," he answered. "Red," he said. "Lacrimosa," he confirmed. Everyone was so startled that they clustered around him on many occasions just to attempt to hold a conversation with him in hopes to learn about who he is, but there were no such clues. There was simply the young boy before them and they called him a name he pretended to like and life went on.
Growing up, he's had the pleasure of owning many pets. There was Betty the Pomeranian, Arthur the iguana, Samuel the hamster, William the cat and his sister Dorothy, but each disappeared quite suddenly and Harriet would see how lonely he was each and every time. How he lost all of the pets, she wasn't sure of, but she knew he needed a friend, so she encouraged him to get to know the other boys, to go out and play like all the other children, and he took he advice. He would go out and be back within an hour or so, unsatisfied. With more encouragement, he would go out more and he came home within three hours, four, before supper, well after supper. Harriet was growing nervous.
So, she approached him to ask if he was alright, if there was anything he needed to tell her.
"Nothing," he said to her.
"Nothing at all?"
"No, ma'am."
She didn't want to have to wring anything out of him, so she left it at that for the time being and chastised him justly for being late for supper. She would have these issues with him for years to come. When he got his Hogwarts letter, however, it was his turn to disappear.
Learning that he was a wizard was a revelation to him, so he felt born anew and he refused to be called the name used at the Home, so the kids began calling him a new name, something different with no meaning, just a sound. He had friends here. They appreciated his allure, was dazzled by his charm, the way he reels people in, yet holds them at a distance. One wanted to be close, never too far, but no one was ever close enough and to be that one, that special one, was a tantalizing goal for many, but achieved by no one.
He graduated with excellent marks, near perfect in potions, and he left his old life behind with its old names and old faces and decided to pursue professional potions work under a new, more defined identity: Necrosis.
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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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NAME/ALIAS CaeJae
OTHER CHARACTERS Many.
RP EXPERIENCE? Much.
RP SAMPLE. News Stories by CaeJae
Mike had been grumbling into the morning paper, five-forty in the afternoon and he was finally getting the chance to glare at it. A little girl few tables down was staring at me, aimlessly shoving fat, greasy french fries into her mouth and I wondered if she'd hate it later on in front of the mirror with all of her teen angst and slimness crying about inches and pounds. A thick, mucus of a voice arrested my attention and Mike was leaning over the table, his bushy, ginger mustache glistening with sweat and chicken soup. Asked if I heard about the missing girl they found. Chopped up, shoved in a garbage bag, and tossed in the trash for Monday morning pickup. My eyebrows jumped to my hairline like they always did when getting news. In his labored, gurgled, garlic breath, Mike was on about how they never caught the guy responsible, blamed liberals, and swore this country was going to shit. I shook my head and said it was a right shame, then thanked the waitress for refilling my coffee cup. Looking up, the little girl was looking at me, and I gave the most awkward of smiles, all lopsided and uncomfortable and she waved and I waved and I wondered if they would find her in a garbage bag someday in someone's trash. Now, what were the odds of that?
HOW DID YOU FIND OUR SITE? A friend.
CODE WORD? Can I Slytherin?