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Yaaaaas ^w^ Thank you

Well, I'll be figuring out Jazz's relationships with the others in the afternoon... Although, from the get-go, he's going to have an (unrequited) crush on Johnson.

Hi, sorry for intruding. I'm guessing that you may not be open anymore, but I figured I might ask?

Haha! Oh, I see, that's a pleasant surprise! Is there a deadline I should try to get a CS in by?

@HushedWhispers

Made a second CS, take a look? ^^

Charles Stonem Kemp V [+]

_{[Charles Stonem Kemp V}

_{"Power doesn't corrupt people, people corrupt power."-William Gaddis}

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More Than Just A Name

Name:

Charles Stonem Kemp, the Fifth

Nickname:

Charles does not allow nicknames and prefers to be called Mr. Kemp or Charles.

Birth Date:

July 21st

Age:

16

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

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Eyes Of The Beholder

In Depth Appearance:

Charles has strong Aryan features, with light blond hair and ocean-blue eyes that turn green when upset or angry. They are their bluest when he is happy. His looks are cultivated and refined, a deliberate attempt to always appear his best. He keeps clean shaven, hating the look of facial hair and calling it 'lazy'. Freckles adorn the tops of his cheeks and nose, underneath his eyes, as well as a small spattering along his shoulders and back. He has broad shoulders and his body would best be described as a swimmer's build. He stands at just above 6'2, extremely tall for his age and still growing.

Clothing Style:

While he detests lounging clothes, he prefers hand-tailored suits and designer clothes, all from upstanding Wizard designers, of course. He frequently buys new clothes to stay on top of the fashion world and to display his wealth. He wears his clothing as status symbols and wears an array of power colors, ranging from deep red, blues, greens, but mainly black and dark grays. He is never without a jacket or long sleeved shirt, however.

Tattoos | Scars | Markings:

Charles has only one marking on his body and that is the Dark Mark, given to him when he turned fifteen by his father.

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Behind The Mask

Likes:

• Power
• Potions
• Causing discontent
• Winning
• Success

Dislikes:

• Mudbloods
• Muggle-lovers
• Muggles
• The poor
• The uneducated

Fears:

• His Death Eater life exposed
• Becoming poor
• Disappointing his family's expectations

Personality:

♦ Arrogant ♦ Intelligent ♦ Ambitious ♦ Remorseless ♦

Charles is a ruthless sort of boy, using any means he needs to use to reach his goal. During his five years at the school, he has blackmailed, bribed, and lied to get out of trouble after harassing Mudbloods at Hogwarts, as well as known friends. He gathers people around him that admire his wealth, intelligence, and thirst for power. Many younger and same-year Slytherins look up to the boy, seeing the epitome of their House's traits in him.He rarely associates with anyone below a Pureblood pedigree. If he does, it is a means to an end. Nothing is without reason for Charles, and nothing without its consequence.

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Delving Deeper

Background:

Charles comes from an impressive family tree of Purebloods, the Kemps. Being intensely proud and arrogant about the fact, his family taught those same traits to the boy early in life. They taught him the niceties of refined society and how the upper class should behave at all times. He took to the lessons as a sponge would water. His mother had been cousin to the Malfoys, and so second cousins to the Lestranges. While they fell with the Dark Lord, his family honored their efforts to reach their cult's ultimate dream. His father had been a proud supporter of the Dark Lord, but after the final Fall, he hid away his association. The family continues the Dark Lord's will, however. They routinely round up Muggles and torture them for amusement. Some of Charles' earliest memories were of the despicable creatures' screams echoing through his family's estate.

As he grew older, his parents included him in their meetings and reports with their fellow active Death Eaters. He learned the true nature of Wizards in that cold conference room. It was twisted and dark, but utterly corruptible, and so controllable. Charles knew that his future would end with him either having as much power as he could attain, or death. If such monsters hid behind every face, why would he not be the worst of them all, with the face of the most pure? The child had already been well onto his way to complete sociopath behavior and this realization set the insanity in stone. He became driven to learn spells before his time, using his mother's wand to practice. He studied deadly poisons and impressive potions. Charles became proficient in the basics of magic before he'd even become of age! All thanks to the best tutors his parents' money could buy.

When he turned eleven, his father organized his ceremony into the first steps of manhood. Charles' father and the boy had always had a strained relationship. His father saw the monster in the boy, but also the sheer raw talent and power he too possessed. He hoped his son would find a way to make all their dreams come true, in ways he could never have hoped. His father walked him deep into their estate, past many, many winding staricases. The air felt much colder and damp. Charles realized they were deep underground when they came upon a large circular chamber. The ceiling was dark, the light not being able to reach it. All around were standing candelabras made of wrought iron, red candles speared and burning upon their heads. Wizards stood in a circle, two spaces left for his parents, which confused the boy. Until he saw their focus.

Kneeling and chained in the middle of the room was a sobbing muggle. Charles only knew because the sudden realization came- this was his parents' personal execution chambers! The one the sweet sounds of muggle death wafted up from through the air vents. He looked up to his father, who smiled down at him and handed him a long, wickedly curved dagger. "Show us your commitment to the cause, my son." His mother beamed down at him as Charles' smile broke his face. He sprinted to the girl, who looked to be a young adult. She sobbed even harder when she saw the child with the murderous looking blade, but silenced when Charles' strong gaze locked with her own. He smoothed her hair down, making soft shushing noises as one would do with a frightened animal. When her sobbing had just started to subside and Charles saw a spark of hope, he stabbed her through her heart. Emotionless, he watched the spark die from her eyes and he felt free!

Extra:

Nymphadora Tonks

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Hogwarts Information

House:

Slytherin

Year:

6th

Blood Status:

Pureblood

Wand:

Cherry, Dragon Heartstring, 13"- Solid

Familiar:

Black Lion- Shade

Patronus:

Leopard

Professor?

If yes then put what class they teach and which house they watch over.

Death Eater?

Yes

Quidditch?

Keeper

Extracurricular Activities?

Charm Club, Future Leaders of the Wizarding World (FLoWW), Quidditch

@HushedWhispers Noted, for all. I'll try to get a CS up today, but I have my exams tomorrow. I'll do my best!

Thanks for reading!

Zeke Rowle/Slytherin [+]

_{Zeke Rowle}

_{"I'm just a mirror, darling, and none of us are all that pretty."}

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More Than Just A Name

Name:

Ezekiel “Zeke” Anthony Rowle

Nickname:

Zeke

Birth Date:

31 October

Age:

17

Sexuality:

Bisexual

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Eyes Of The Beholder

In Depth Appearance:

Zeke’s most notable feature would have to be his hair, a testament for a Metamorphmagus gene somewhere in his DNA code that he think he got from an ancestor back in the Victorian era. Flaming red and unruly as bramble – but soft as cotton – Zeke easily stands out in any crowd. Standing 185cm (6’) and weighing 67kg (147lb), if his hair doesn’t first get your attention, his posture likely will. Zeke tends to slouch, and he is often caught with his hands in his pockets, or with his dark brown eyes staring into the distance as his lips whistle an indistinct tune. He has a whole range of facial expressions, though the most common ones would be various interpretations of scowls. His eyes however always remain bright and alert. Neither muscly nor buff, Zeke has an average physique that could be described as lanky. It’s hard to tell if his shoulders are broad, because he habitually rounds them in a sag. His complexion hangs between pale and relatively-tan, since he doesn’t get out much. Zeke has a lip piercing, which he can detach but would rather not. For the interests of remaining recognisable, Zeke tends to keep his bright shocking mane and doesn’t alter the rest of his appearance much, unless very keen to.

Clothing Style:

Zeke has a severe weakness for scuffed sneakers, jeans with scars running up and down their lengths, old bomber jackets and wooly hoodies in the autumn. On a good day, he might look like he had just come off the streets. On a bad day – well, perhaps we shouldn’t explore the possibility. He enjoys casual clothes and his nightwear often comprises of graphic tees and pants.

Tattoos | Scars | Markings:

One lip piercing, and a scar on his jawline just above his chin he got when someone decked him two years ago.

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Behind The Mask

Likes:

• Integrity
• Hot drinks
• Being indoors while rain beats against stone walls
• Reading
• Muggle movies
• Emotional connections
• Being understood

Dislikes:

• Having control wrenched out of his hands
• Being made to feel powerless
• Baseless first impressions
• Meeting new people
• Losing out

Fears:

• Having no chance to prove himself
• Screwing up that one chance
• Losing sight of what is important – he thinks he could already be on his way there

Personality:

♦ Bitter ♦ Guarded ♦ Sly ♦ Ruthless ♦

Zeke likes to keep his cards close to his chest. He doesn’t think he can trust people with his life-story, so he tends to keep mum about that unless his lips have been loosened – with drinks or bribes. But if presented with the latter, Zeke could very well be lying. He could be said to be suspicious, or unnaturally disbelieving of people. Then again, he isn’t entirely dependable himself. If Zeke catches sight of a goal and develops an affinity for it, he would be hard-pressed to let it go. Not stepping on toes while he reaches for what he wants, but instead stepping around obstructing figures, is a new paradigm for him that remains largely unexplored. Manipulation and fibs have been stepping stones for Zeke to take advantage of so far.

Zeke tends to reflect – project your thoughts onto him, and he just might throw them back at you. It makes pinning him down as a study difficult, and he likes it that way. He also has a penchant for holding grudges. He places no little effort in focusing on what is before him every day, so wrongs that pass his way are not easily forgiven, much less forgotten. Discerning, scrutinising and a caustic sceptic at heart, Zeke is not very tolerant of bullshit and lying to him is sure to get his guard up – or at best his tongue sharp and wagging. Which is ironic – and perhaps hypocritical of him – since he employs less-honourable tactics to get his way at times (though in his defense, only under urgent need).

All in all, Zeke seems like a very distasteful caricature of a person. He keeps people at arm’s length, though he could be easily persuaded to lean closer into house-mates or people like him to spot the similarities. He does everything – the consequential and the petty – intensely, with his heart, and this takes a toll on him daily. He’s a study in contrasts, and while he likes his own solitude, he knows how lonely his own head can be.

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Delving Deeper

Background:

Ezekiel “Zeke” Anthony Rowle – though for the love of all that is good and holy please do not call him Ezekiel – was born into a well-off, pureblood family. His parents were decent, and he had been taught from young to be respectful, compassionate, and compromising. Perhaps his parents were trying to wash the stain off their name, one generation at a time, because they were closely – if not directly (it got so hard to keep track of criss-crossing family trees sometimes) – related to another Rowle who had been an active follower of Lord Voldemort during the Second Wizarding War.

The aristocrats were always the worst class of people, who gossiped the most and behaved pettishly, and Zeke received no end of mocking and heckling from his peers of similar blood and class for being a Rowle. The status quo had been tipped on its ear. Zeke absolutely hated the undisguised stares his family received in public; how mothers would pull their children by their stunted hands across the street he was walking down; and how wizards and witches in Diagon Alley pointed them wordlessly towards the dingy shadows of Knockturn Alley – without fail – every time they thought to visit Flourish and Blotts or Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. They had been verbally-accosted before, though it was an occasional occurrence, and Zeke can remember being accused of being a Muggle-Hater more than once. His parents would tell him not to pay them any mind, to keep his head up. They tipped the soothing words into the shell of his ear as blood pounded in his head and his hair turned alarming shades until the stream of words replayed verbatim, an assuaging melody, and his locks smoldered back to black with streaks of copper, embers waiting to be relit into a roaring blaze at the slightest provocation. After all, it was a specific breed of people who were offensive and brazen enough; they weren’t worth his anger.

Zeke listened, at first. Initially desperate to prove them wrong, he took to Muggle clothing. After a few debacles involving currency conflicts in clothing lines, he had an entire wardrobe full of vests, jeans and hoodies, while his robes and curve-toed boots were crammed into a corner. Looking back, he doesn’t know why he even thought that would work, but he hasn’t changed his fashion since.

After a while, Zeke’s attempts turned into apathy, and then hardened into bitter rancours. It didn’t matter that he crossed other children with a smile and a wave, if they all ran away screaming with cries of murder, followed by shrill laughter while he watched their backs disappear. It didn’t matter that he shook hands and greeted adult wizards politely, if their smiles slipped off their faces faster than essence of eel when they asked for his name and he answered with a reluctant grimace. His name was a bad rep, and no matter what he did he never could seem to convince people to look past what he had been born with to see anything else. And so his smiles turned to glowers. His waves turned into a pointed finger while he whispered “Avada kedavra,” so the children had a soundtrack to their game, a reason to turn their laughter into terrified shrieks. He met grown-ups with deadpan stares and offered his name before he did his hand so he wouldn’t have to feel theirs stiffen and quickly rescinded. He turned aspirations into ambitions, and humoured charm into cunning. Somewhere, along the line, in trying to prove people wrong, Zeke had come to accept that they were right.

Extra:

Fred and George Weasley – no splitting hairs there!

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Hogwarts Information

House:

Slytherin

Year:

7th

Blood Status:

Pure Blood

Wand:

Made from apple, with a dragon heartstring core, Zeke’s wand is 14 inches and supple.

Familiar:

Black raven

Patronus:

Northern Goshawk

Professor?

No

Death Eater?

No

Quidditch?

Beater, if he plays

Extracurricular Activities?

None at the moment