McHaggis

Hogwarts: Legacy of Lord Voldemort

“The Gargoyle Corridor”
6:32 AM
James MacFusty

The MacFusty heir was a tall blur of black, red and gold as he raced up the moving staircases three steps at a time, the bristles of his broomstick digging in to the precise beat of his racing heart. With his shirt half-buttoned, his tie knotted around his neck like a noose and his arms full of a garish Quiddich uniform, it was not a surprise that he could barely see where he was going – particularly with a sweat-slicked fringe matted over his eyes like a blindfold.

Thus, when he detoured into the third floor corridor, the one with the twisting statue of the gargoyle that he knew intimately from his various punishments over the years, he only saw the Headmaster at the last minute and had to swerve to avoid him. Swerving, as it turned out, was nearly impossible with untied laces, leaving Jimmy as a tangle of limbs on the floor.

“Practicing my flying, sir! Got to make sure I'm at my best – can't have Slytherin winning, y'know?” he managed out in response to the Professor Gurgenhiem's question, trying desperately not to look him in the eye. The Headmaster was a great man, to be sure, and the Gryffindor felt particularly dishevelled in front of him after flying laps around the school and through the trees on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Jimmy discreetly pulled a few twigs out of his hair.

Jimmy's tortured breathing calmed down, thankful for the break from the exertion of climbing the stairs. “And there's a – a quick path up to the Gryffindor common room through this floor. If I went the... conventional way, I'd never make it before breakfast.” He tried to peer nervously around the Headmaster's frame and vibrant robes to see if the portrait was still empty. Once it was filled with its inhabitant – Lady Lerissa, a witch from the 14th century – the secret staircase would be blocked off... and she always returned from her wanderings at twenty to seven on the dot. “I... uh, am I in trouble?” he asked, sidling his way along the wall as if he were about to make a break for it.

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

Siobhan MacFusty

NAME: Siobhan MacFusty
AGE: 11
GENDER: Female

YEAR: 1
HOUSE: Gryffindor
MAGICAL HERITAGE: Pureblood

BACKSTORY & PERSONALITY:
Clan MacFusty has always been neutral in the war, despite attempts by both sides to claim the bountiful Hebrides Islands where they live for its strong natural wards and dragon reserves. Their children have been known to spread amongst the four houses, each with surprisingly different morals and personalities.

Siobhan is the youngest by six years with only one of her five siblings still in Hogwarts, a seventh year Slytherin. Alistair, who is already in the service of Lord Voldemort as he disappeared from the family mansion last summer, has been trying to convince her without fail that following the Dark Lord is the way to go, that he will win. She is just naïve and trusting enough to believe him.

Despite listening to her older brother and desperately pleading with the hat to be put in Slytherin to please him, she could only have ended up in Gryffindor due to her familial loyalty and bravery. She follows him around, much to his displeasure, because she cannot find friends within her own house (only bullies). While he is not particularly impressed with having a clingy little sister hanging on his coattails, the MacFusty family are ridiculously tight knit and he tries to ensure she has a place in his house even if she has none in her own.

WAND: Willow, 14 and ½ inches. Unicorn hair.

PERSONAL ITEMS & PETS:
Tabetha, a cat.
Map to the Hogwarts Kitchens (drawn by her sister).

SPECIAL GIFTS & ABILITIES: Excellent at Charms and would be a good seeker.

Alistair MacFusty

NAME: Alistair MacFusty
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male

YEAR: 7
HOUSE: Slytherin
MAGICAL HERITAGE: Pureblood

BACKSTORY/PERSONALITY: Alistair has always been the most prodigious of his generation when it comes to learning magic, taking after his mother's frightening intelligence. His accidental magic as a child was explosive and powerful, and while he was a relatively calm child of few temper tantrums, those fits he did have were certainly dangerous.

Growing up around dragons was certainly not safe for those who did not have the right temperament for it, and Alistair was one of those few. Unlike his brothers and sisters, he hated the dragons and the feeling was mutual, so much so that he has a large bite scar on his shoulder to show for it. His parents weren't all too fussed, as dragon keeping or life on the reserve wasn't for everyone and their eldest child had already moved abroad to study Ancient Runes instead; they had more than enough children with an interest in keeping their family's heritage alive to allow Alistair to do what he wanted.

When he was sorted into Slytherin, even he was surprised; however, he was never treated badly by his parents, only differently and more distantly. He began to focus on his studies, determined to show his natural talent as a wizard and indeed he succeeded with an excelled mark, Eight Outstandings in his O.W.L.S out of ten, the other two being the dreadfully boring History of Magic and his hated Care of Magical Creatures. To try and impress, he also joined the Quiddich team as a chaser.

He took up dueling around this time as a blood sport, eased into it by his friends and having exciting competitions in the hidden chambers down in the dungeons. That summer, while the media was loudly declaring that Voldemort's return was fake, he entered an amateur, invitation-only competition and won it, boosting his ego tenfold. The other Slytherins knew that the Dark Lord was back and told him as much so there was no surprise at the end of his sixth year when the newspapers finally realised it was the truth. That very summer, he got into an argument with his parents about his choice in friends and stormed out, pleading with his contacts to "get him in".

Sure enough, he returns to Hogwarts this year with the Dark Mark branded into his forearm.

WAND: Cherry, 13 and ¾ inches. Dragon Heartstring core (Hebridean Black).

PERSONAL ITEMS & PETS: An owl named Portia. Has with him a Firebolt and a journal for interesting spells and spell-creation.

SPECIAL GIFTS & ABILITIES: Good at Charms, Transfiguration and Dueling. Despite his allegiance, he is better with light magic than dark.

Blood Lust: Eternal Night

I wonder if there might be some common ground between Evelyn and Alistair. Drinking from the English? Count him in -- he's a patriot.

I'm sort of torn on what weaponry for my character might be. I'd prefer him to have a sword, even if it turns out underpowered once we get more details on the setting, because it seems like an "honourable" choice. On the other hand, guns are cool and make sense for the time period...

Too many choices >.<

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

sudden but inevitable betrayal

Tiiiiiiiiide. We need more Firefly quotes in this OOC. I'm leaving that up to you.

Blood Lust: Eternal Night

Me me me!

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

I do sort of agree with Stitches on this. Reading personalities is far too OP, at least in my opinion, and nothing to do with what precognition actually is.

EDIT -- though to be fair, Caelum thinks Nicki's a bit of a nutter as well.

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Caelum C. Jameson

Standing somewhat awkwardly, shifting from side to side in the mud, Caelum stared at the newcomer in an attempt to associate him with one of the blacked out files. It had been clear in length alone which was Risty's, same for Nicki's, and the others had named on them. It must've been one of the various blank files, little more than a cardboard folder and a piece of pure, A4 paper lying inside it. Scott Riley, huh.

"Nice to meet you - even if you are a bit late. I'm Caelum," she ended up saying, taking the file with a pensive frown plastered across her face – almost as if she wanted to say something but hadn't quite worked it out yet. Pistons were firing somewhere inside her brain, connecting dots and nicknames to faces.

"Did you just call my doctor a psychopath?" asked Caelum as if she were talking about the weather, absently leafing through the file with an false expression of disinterest across her face. "That's offensive, if you did. I prefer the name F. Sharpe for her – you know, like the musical note? – and... what does 'Hulk Smash' even mean?" Turning quickly towards the now-open ship, she gestured for the crew to head inside to stand in the cargo bay, knowing that the internal doors would be locked until the passcode was entered for them.

She didn't particularly want to think about the offensive new Psyche, not when she had one already, and didn't turn back for an answer. Instead, she busied herself with the files.

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

<3 <3 <3 Can't wait to see Scott IC!

Hogwarts: Legacy of Lord Voldemort

Will we be having Head Boy/Head Girl and Prefects?

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Well, yeah -- it was due in daaaays ago though, so it's just luck.