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Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

We are still open; however, I can't write IC posts or edit them while on my phone - still on holiday.

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

Alrighty! If you're not in the meeting room, feel free to retcon yourself in - just had to post this so we weren't stuck without anything to forward the plot while I go drink/binge eat/have fun for Christmas.

I'll still be on the OOC to accept characters and answer questions and all that, just don't expect any long responses x)

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

1st December, 1999 – Aldenberg Manor
Ronan Findley
Reclining slightly in his seat, Ronan surveyed the room. “Is everyone here?” He tucked a few errant strands of hair behind his ear, jabbing his wand at the door carelessly to shut it. “It matters little, either way – I'm sure anyone who hasn't gotten here yet will hear it from one of us.”

“The 1st of December – a grim anniversary, I'm sure you know. A year since the fall of Albus Dumbledore... and with it, the break-up of the Order.” He rifled through the papers on his desk absently, eyes flickering towards Jia for a few moments. “Those with fond memories of our sister organisation will be pleased to know their work was not in vain, and we have confirmed the locations and natures of three Horcruxes through notes they have left behind.”

“The first of them–”

A loud thump could be heard on the other side of the large, ornate windows and Ronan's hand instinctively jumped toward his wand; however, he only stalked over to it, opened the curtains and peered at the interruption; a small black owl, a note firmly attached to its leg. Dazed, it pecked at the glass, begging to be let in.

“You going to let it in, Ronan?” he heard Siobhan ask – one of those people who wanted to save all the little creatures of the world. Most healers were, save the ones in Voldemort's employ.

Leaning over, careful not to lose is balance, he nudged the window open and picked it up, holding it at arm's length as he peeled off the note. Skimming through it, his eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion, but he read it aloud to the audience dutifully:

“It would be best for me not to disclose my name here, as it may easily be intercepted. All that you need to know however, is that I am a high-ranking Death Eater and I wish to join your cause. I don't expect that any of you will trust me, but Mr. Keiper certainly must have, or else you wouldn't have been expecting this letter...”

Ronan trailed off for a moment, eyebrow quirked, before continuing,

“If you choose to hear what I have to say, I will be at the Luchino Caffe on Tottenham Court Road in London at three hours past midnight. Coffee (if you so fancy) is on me. Bring as many members as you'd like if you doubt my intentions, I have no plans for anything but conversation.”

Crossing his arms, Ronan limped back over to the table, putting down the note. “Well, that doesn't sound suspicious at all,” he said sarcastically. “It seems like we have more pressing issues to attend to than the Horcruxes, strange as it may seem to say that. Opinions on this anonymous 'friend' of ours?”

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Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

2 or 3 days, not sure yet. Going down to visit relatives.,

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

Right, so I'm going to be going on holiday for Christmas but I'll see if I can squeeze in a post in a few hours before I go and then while I'm there. Assuming the guild doesn't freak out again.

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

Accepted! (Now that the site's back up. Again.)

Finite Incantatem [AU Harry Potter RP] – ALWAYS OPEN!

adfjsjd god this website >:C

[High Casual] In death, sacrifice. [Dark Fantasy]

Morven Talathrien (Dalish Mage)

NAME: Morven Talathrien
GENDER: Female

DESCRIPTION:
Morven is a tall, rather willowy elf who looks as if a strong breeze would knock her over. Pale skin bears the marks of many battles and adventure with bite wounds from wolves, scars from blades and fire and other miscellaneous scratches covering her body from a life well lived. While her facial features are somewhat blocked out by the eye-catching vallaslin on her face, they are sharp, angular and typically elven. Morven has mundane brown eyes. At 45 years old, her hair is beginning to go white in places, though most of it is still dirty blonde and tied up in a long braid that reaches her lower back.

Her armour is not really armour at all but robes made of cotton, leather and fur. They are stained with various shades of green and brown and can easily blend into the background of a forest. Twine holds them closed in place of buttons or ribbon. Morven carries with her a handmade staff as a weapon, ornately carved with sigils for each of the Dalish gods (including Fen'Harel); however, stashed on her belt is a skinning knife to be used in the direst of emergencies.

As a Dalish mage, Morven's skills mostly pertain to the earth, blood magic, and occasionally hexes. While she is fairly decent with the wider abilities of magic – fire, runes and the like – she looks down on them with disdain as she perceives it is only the Circle mages who use them. During her years travelling as a lone Grey Warden, she has been researching the ancient elven path of the Arcane Warrior, and feels she is on the edge of a breakthrough in the field.

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Morven had once been the First of the now-extinct Talathrien Clan, child of a Dalish Hunter and a city elf; however, at the tender age of twenty five (much too young) she was forced to take up the mantle of Keeper due to an unfortunate incident claiming the life of her master. Despite the stress of the position, she gave it her best shot, but juggling care for the large group as well as her two children, one of them a mage, proved to be too much for her.

When her oldest daughter turned to demonic influences, perhaps out of a lack of attention from her mother, Morven was left to hunt her down alone and stop her from terrorizing the human towns with no help from her unsupportive clan. After finding and ending her in Denerim, she opted to be recruited into the Grey Wardens rather than persecuted as a lone apostate by the Templars. It has been fifteen years since she became a Warden and just as long since her clan scattered to the wind.

Character 2

NAME: Rowan Donatus
GENDER: Male

DESCRIPTION:
Rowan is surprisingly short at only 5'8”; however, he is of a well-muscled, stocky build more than strong enough to hold up plate armour. His long, unkempt hair is often tied up though he clearly doesn't care much for it – it is thin, and has already gone completely grey despite his young age. With tan skin, it is clear he spends much of his life labouring under a hot sun, even in normal civilian clothes.

Typically, Rowan takes greater care of his equipment than his own body. As a close-quarters combatant, he has a fair number of scars and his nose has never quite set properly – a characteristic in direct contrast to the 'shining' armour he wears, polished and decorated to the point that it is like something out of a fairytale. His sword is always sharp, the green colouring on it kept in mint condition.
Still WIP.

[High Casual] In death, sacrifice. [Dark Fantasy]

\o (First! Sort of.)

Gonna work on a character sheet for a Dalish Mage, even if I won't be able to post it up for a while.