Name: Silus Nott
Appearance: Silas stands about 6'2", with dark blonde hair and built woth a slight muscular frame. Unlike most snatchers, he refuses to dress in bulky clothes, or smear dark powder around his eyes, and it is likely you will often find him wearing clean black robes whenever you meet him. He is rarely seen in anything else, though he occasionally dons a simple pair of jeans and a polo short when mingling in the muggle world.
Age: 20
What Are You?: Pureblood Snatcher
House: Ex Slytherin
Bio: Silus, coming from a pureblood family, knew he was a wizard from a young age. Unfortunately, muggle law bound him to attend muggle school until he was of leaving age but, thankfully, he only had to endure 6 long years learning mundane subjects alongside what his parents had taught him to be filth. He was often in trouble at school for bullying those he felt were inferior to him and, though he was punished by the school, his parents condoned his behaviour and encouraged him to be cruel to them whenever possible. His childhood years of cruelty and bullying no doubt played a part in shaping him into the cruel young man he is today.
When his acceptance letter from Hogwarts finally arrived on his eleventh birthday, Silas was over the moon. He was glad to finally be rid of the muggle world and to have been taken in by the wizarding world he so longed to be a part of. It was his mother who took him to Diagon Alley to buy his supplies, a trip that was merely uneventful, though wondrous as it was. Silus stared in awe at everything he laid his eyes on while his old fashioned mother snapped at him all the way down the winding street, commanding he stop being such a child and stop staring with his mouth open. She had always been very tight when it came to etiquette and presentation, especially where Silus was concerned. After purchasing his equipment, and hearing an odd comment about his wand length from Ollivander, Silus waited out the next few months with barely contained excitement as the date of his leaving home approached.
He cared little for the train ride, finding himself passing away the hours sat in a cabin by himself with a book open upon his lap, trying desperately to block out the noise from the equally excited students around him. His mother had always taught him to keep his emotions hidden when possible, and he chose that moment to take her advice and sit with a blank, emotionless face all the way to Hogwarts. The Sorting Ceremony was, as he expected, equally as dull. He watched as student after student stepped perched themselves on the chair and had the Sorting Hat dropped upon their heads, woth the hat calling out the names of houses with glee. When Silas sat upon the same stool, the hat took a moment to think where to put him, humming aloud as he did so. It was obvious to Silas he would be placed in Slytherin, as that was where his parents, and their parents before them, had been placed. The hat, whether reading his mind or not, did indeed place him in Slytherin and Silas was greeted with claps and cheers from his new housemates.
It was clear from his very first year at Hogwarts that he would grow up to be a proficient wizard, as he displayed excellent skill from day one. As the years passed and his skills got better, Silas often found his mind wander from class and daydream about things he wouldn't dare talk about aloud. His teachers noticed his odd behaviour and some even tried to talk to him about the dangers of what he was thinking, but it did not sway him from his thoughts. It was over the Christmas holidays in his sixth year that he approached his father on the subject of the Dark Arts. Of course, his father was delighted his son had come to see him about such a topic, and took great delight in showing him what he knew, and leaving him with a promise that on his seventeenth birthday he would teach Silas the exact same. Having just bore witness to a grand knowledge of the dark magic his father was capable of performing, naturally Silas could hardly wait to start learning such things.
And so, upon his return to Hogwarts, he broke into the restricted section late one night and began reading up on everything he could lay his hands on. He was caught several times, and very nearly expelled on one occasion when he was spotted attempting to perform an Unforgivable Curse on another students owl, but his parents simply told the school they would punish him and, after several detentions, Silas was let off and allowed to continue his studies. It was most likely his family's influence with a few teachers at Hpgwarts that allowed this to be pulled off.
By the end of his seventh year, Silas was somewhat profound in the dark arts, having done his research and had lessons from his father. He graduated from Hogwarts with close to top marks in all his subjects, though he left with a darker heart than he had arrived with. He was urged by several of his teachers to deflect from the path he was following, but it was already too late. Silas' mind was already set upon the Dark Arts and joining his father in supporting the Dark Lord's return.
Three years after his graduation, at the age of twenty, Silas was finally intorduced into just such a campaign. His family had a history with one Severus Snape, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts. It was this historical friendship they played upon to induct Silas into Voldemort's cause. Using their influence as a pureblood family they had him initiated as a Snatcher, working alongside Severus to return any student to Hogwarts who thought it below them to return under the Dark Lord's new regime. On the odd occasion, Silas was called upon to venture outside of the castle walls and hunt down wanted criminals and mudbloods the Ministry had called for questioning, though it was rare for him to remain outside of Hogwarts for long. He was usually found very close to Snape's side whenever he was not needed for his skills or he would be roaming the halls of the castle, sending spells flying in the direction of any who annoyed him, or perhaps those who were venturing around when they should be in class. He is well respected by most of the staff and feared by many students, though there are certainly those who refuse to show respect or fear towards him. Most of these students are, of course, members of Dumbledore's army.
Personality: Silas certainly fits the description of a stereotypical Slytherin. Cold, calculating and cunning, with a dash of charm and good looks thrown into the mix for good measure. Being 'civil' isn't at the top of the list for him, especially if he's not conversing with a fellow pureblood. Anyone below that blood status and Silas takes every chance he gets to sneer down and critisize them for the smallest of things. He certainly feels he is better than most people and he often wastes no time in letting them know that. However, he does have his moments and can be 'kind' and outgoing at times, but again this happens when in the company of purebloods. Naturally, he is very picky about those he spends his time with.
Wand Type: Ebony, 13 inches, Slighty Supple, Dragon Heartstring core.
Special Talents: Silas is very skilled in offensive magic, often managing to stun or paralyse his targets within a few moments of spotting them.
Fears/Weaknesses: Silas has a slight fear of heights, though this does not seem to effect him when flying upon a broomstick. The fear spans from a time when his grandfather cast the levicorpus curse on him at a family gathering, for no apparent reason other than for fun.
Due to his skill in offensive magic, and his offensove strategies, he has a weakness with defensive spells. Though he can cast them, some spells, such as the protego charm, may only last for a few seconds, or crumble after one spell hits it rather than the length of time some others are known to last.
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River said
Hm.. I may stop checking up on this RP if the pace doesn't pick up in a week or so.. but, those of you who are actively posting, I would love to RP with you all again. Maybe we could start a smaller RP together?
I don't mean to be slow. I've jus taken one of my final three exams and they're the most important ones, so my time is spent revising these days. I'll try to get a post up by the end of the week for those of you who are still posting (despite there only being a few of you left)
That's fine, thanks for letting me know.
As for the rest of you, hop to!
As for the rest of you, hop to!
ROLL CALL!
Other than those that have posted since my last post, or have said they will post, who's still interested?! It's been a day guys. I know I dropped the pace a little but try and bring it back up! Hop to the posting else I'll be sending out PM's
Other than those that have posted since my last post, or have said they will post, who's still interested?! It's been a day guys. I know I dropped the pace a little but try and bring it back up! Hop to the posting else I'll be sending out PM's
Small post...please don't kill me n_u"
Nerom listened with curiousity as Lukas spoke of a dark power plotting a plan to undo life as he knew it. He sat, with a raised eyebrow, through the old man's speech and let his thoughts drift away, wondering what sort of foul creatures could possibly undo the work of the Gods. When he was little, he had often been read stories of the Shadowlands. He was told tales of the Nine and how they had banished the great evil there, casting a protection spell so powerful even they had to step back from it. As convincing as Lukas was, Nerom doubted very much it would be possible to break such a spell, but he knew he should never rely on impossibilities. In his line of work, anything he thought impossible to go wrong, often had gone wrong, and it had led him to always doubt himself when he thought something impossible. And that's why, when he heard Lukas ask the question, as he heard the balding old man ask them if they would choose to rally their support or flee, Nerom stood proudly and spoke loudly.
"The Empress gave her life so that we may protect this land. Her dying wish was that this group, her chosen allies, would come together and use all their skills to fight off this growing darkness. And fight it off, we shall. You can all count on my support." It was clear he was not used to speaking publicly, and his sentences faltered slightly as he thought up the next word to say, but he was sure he got his point across well enough.
In the room, he heard others also joining the Empresses' cause. The first to speak, Jan as he had been called, seemed confused that the letter should be addressed to him and not to his Lord, but he noticed Lukas was prepared to meet his question and so he remained quiet. The next was Cerise, who remained silent, merely nodding her head. Nerom's brow furrowed as he stared at her face, hoping to gain insight to the clearly troubled look she was expressing. It only then occurred to him he had ignored her earlier question and not given her his name. Though Lukas had spoken since then, Nerom was never one to be unchivalrous, and so he opened his mouth to reply, just as Jonah stood up with a clearly disgusted look on his face, swiftly followed by a quiet "Aye" from the girl in the corner, the one Nerom had ignored since she had entered. Raising an eyebrow slightly, Nerom watched as his fellow assassin went through his personal ritual of informing the guild of his new quest. It wasn't required of the members to do such a thing, often contracts would be forced to wait if the chosen assassin was otherwise preoccupied, but Jonah had always stuck to the tradition of communicating with the guild. The elf shrugged and let the man get on with it before turning his attention back to their summoner.
"So tell me, Lukas," he said in a much quieter tone than before, "Exactly how do you plan to stop this ritual taking place?"
[Kathar - The Rusty Brewer]
Lukas sighed deeply as Jan asked his question, but he drew a smile upon his face and answered in his kind tone, "My dear Jan. The letter is meant for you, and you alone. The Empress recognised you served a master, but she felt you would do better on this mission as a free man. Word was sent to your Lord that the Empress commanded you be free from your contracts, but alas, Saffeud was killed in his last battle. Were you not told of this?" Lukas nodded his head slightly, "You have my condolences"
""Cerise," his smile widened at the Empresses' healer, having heard cherished stories of her over the years, "The Empress would indeed be proud that you accepted this invitation. She always was very fond of you. I do hope you realise." To anyone else in the room, it may appear to be favouritism towards Cerise, but Lukas had been friends with the Empress Catherina for years, and they often shared evenings together telling stories of the others lives. Catherina had spoken highly of Cerise, and Lukas merely wanted to show her appreciation towards the girl, despite what others may think.
The next to stand up was Jonah, and Lukas couldn't help but tut as he pricked his thumb and bled onto Catherina's letter. "[/b]You shouldn't defile your body like that, boy,[/b]" he almost hissed at him, "Despite your remedies to repair the damage." Lukas said nothing else to the assassin, instead turning his attention to the other assassin that had just stood up. "Thank you, Nerom," his tone had quietened back down to his kindly voice, "I extend the same gratitude to you as I have to the others who have agreed. As for your question, this is how we will defeat the opposing side. There are shrines in his world, dedicated to each of the Immortal Nine. At each shrine is an artifact, said to have once belonged to the God the shrine is dedicated to when they once walked this earth. As much as it pains me to say this, I must ask you all to travel to each of these shrines in turn, and destroy the artifacts they hold. Indeed, we could steal them away, but I'm afraid only destruction will ensure this ritual will never go ahead. But I'm afraid it won't be as simple as walking in and stamping on a piece of armour or the like. It is said that a fearsome guardian guards these shrines, though nobody knows exactly what form this guardian takes. I'm afraid it will be down to you to figure that one out, as the time comes for you to face it. No doubt you will be an equally fearsome match for it though, I'm sure your with you all using your skills together you can fight off anything the Nine throw your way." Lukas settled back in his chair and crossed his arms gently, awaiting whatever response he may receive from the room.
Oops, things got on top of me a little yesterday...I'll post today
I shall be getting a post up later today my good people, worry not! Have some patience, I have exams to revise for D:
I'll give them another day before I put up my next post
I believe we're waiting for Torack and VoiD to post?
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