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AZRIEL ORION BLACK

THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE

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full name: Azriel Orion Black
nicknames: Az, Azi, Black
birthday: January ninth
age: twenty
house/school: SLYTHERIN / Hogwarts
alliance: Death Eaters
blood status: pureblood
occupation: healer in training -- spell damage ward
face claim: Trent Ford

WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL

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[/color][/b] His patronus takes on the form of a painted horse, one that does not appear very tall in stature but still possesses an extremely sturdy frame. The horse is an animal that is easily tamed, yet still has the ability to run wild in a pack. After his first semester at Hogwarts Azriel came home for winter break and he was greeted by a pleasant surprise, his whole family seemed to be paying particularly close attention to him considering he had been sorted into Slytherin. This came as such as surprise to him because he had not been expecting any sort of recognition for it. He enjoyed the experience if only because he felt extremely accepted by his family for once, not only that but he was also extensively praised for the first time for something as well.[/ul]
sexuality & relationship status: heterosexual & single
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I HEARD ONE ON YOU

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father: Alphard Sylvester Black, sixty-two, retired potionmaster
mother: Estelle Felicity Cooper, forty-nine, housewife
siblings:

others: ------
overall history:

I HITCHED A RIDE, UNTIL THE COAST
TO LEAVE BEHIND, ALL OF MY GHOSTS

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Blood. It was the only thing that ever mattered in a life of silver spoons and rotting tapestries which depicted the ancient glories of a bloodline staggering to its own downfall. So blood was the bond and the ultimate reason why Alphard Syvlester Black had any intentions of marrying Estelle Felicity Cooper, and why he would eventually father her children as well. Blood would bring them together and blood would bind them, because if it were not for their blood than they most certainly would have been driven away from one another. The marriage appeared coldly content as many arranged marriages often do, the family bond though seemed more than just heated -- it was on fire most of the time. The children had always been raised with a sort of blazing devotion to each other, well most of the time really. Perhaps this devotion was merely coined from the fact that they all shared the pureblood lines and that they were to be held to a status that was practically one of royalty in the modern wizarding world (or so they were told at least). Whatever the reason it was this certain bond that would potentially provide the lethal leaning in all of the important decisions that Azriel Orion Black would eventually make in his life.

Born on an extraordinarily cold January night on the ninth day in the dead of winter, Azriel was the last of the three children born by Estelle Black nee Cooper. As the last child he was doted upon to a degree, that was to say he was fussed over for a few days and then promptly forgotten. Considering the family fortune had been promptly squandered and nearly spent up the past few decades a nanny was not hired, instead Estelle was meant to stay with the children herself. As the last of all three children Azriel strangely received the least attention due to his Mother's seeming exhaustion at the time. Having three kids to take care of and little patience on occasion she tended not to bother with him at times. From an early age Azriel acquired behaviors that were considered attention-seeking, he often got into trouble of all sorts and was infamous for his early displays of signs of magic. It was clear that he was a wizard by the time he was three when he easily turned the evening's roast into a flock of pidgeons. Needless to say no one was exceptionally happy to find that the pureblood lines had persisted, especially in such a form as the transfiguration of that evening's dinner. In fact his sister would spend a good half of her life after that incident attempting to convince Azriel that he was nothing more than just a squib. In the spirit of this Azriel would spend most of his day attempting to repeat or produce any small signs of magic for fear that she might be right. His attempts to fit into the family structure that seemed so rigid and so unforgiving of his mistakes only seemed to worsen with age. Azriel was always known for acting out during his childhood and of course at times producing unsightly displays of his blossoming magical abilities. Often times in public his Mother would not protest leaving him behind, whether it was in a store or on the street while she was attempting to do her own shopping. It was no surprise that Azriel felt himself a burden on the family which he felt so loyally anchored to. In the spirit of these feelings he never attempted to take the lime light or to strive for the successes that his older brother Dominic so often did, instead Azriel continued to resort to his own self-destructive habits.

As the youngest male he was not the first heir to the Black family fortune, nor would he potentially appear in the will anywhere else other than the fine print. Azriel had learned this from a young age, really from the moment that he could comprehend such words, which was when he deduced the exact reason why his brother received so much attention from their parents. Although Azriel was never much of a people-pleaser he often felt tempted when he was younger to alter his own behaviors to be more accepted by his parents -- instead though he just continued to cause trouble. This of course only angered his parents further and only perplexed his siblings. His behavior only seemed to worsen when Dominic left for Hogwarts, now Azriel was left alone in the house with his Mother and Callisto. Azriel and Callisto got along only some of the time considering how she spent much of life tormenting him. He found his hatred for her only extended as far as his love for her, as she was still his sister no matter how many times he attempted to curse her. Despite her continued animosity towards him, Azriel found her easier to bare as they got older. By the time he was ready to go to Hogwarts they had forged some sort of friendship however shaky it soon proved to be they could get on quite well together at times.

Conflict struck when he was finally of age to attend Hogwarts, up until that moment his Father had spent a good portion of time ignoring his very existence. Finally he received a little bit of recognition from the man that had been casually walking in and out his whole life. Azriel had grown up used to the fact that he was not the most important in his Father's eyes, because he did not appear to be the most likely to succeed. His Father had already pinned the traits that Azriel was lacking when compared to his older brother. It was clear that no matter what actions he took he would always stand in the shadows of his two older siblings. The most attention that he would ever receive from his Father was the day that he was sorted into Slytherin. It was shocking really because Azriel had not expected it to happen either, he had actually feared the worst during the sorting ceremony. Already having been labeled as something of an embarrassment to the family he was nearly expecting to be dropped directly into Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat actually had other plans for him, the hat easily slide onto the surface of his glossy black hat and immediately launched into a heated debate with him. The Hat wanted Ravenclaw, but strangely Azriel pleaded for Slytherin. Something drove him towards the house, the only house that symbolized the blood that gushed through his veins and the cause that his ancestors, his parents, and his siblings would still fight vehemently for. Azriel wanted in -- well sort of -- he wanted to see that society stripped bare, he wanted to look into the very surface of it because it was the very thing that his parents wanted him to be. At the time of course Azriel was only eleven and at eleven years of age no one can be expected to make such a serious and life changing decision and consider the long time repercussions. Less than two years later Azriel would realize that he had made a terrible mistake.

Having been raised in the normal pureblood upbringing Azriel had never questioned his parents a lot when he was growing up, but once he reached Hogwarts he found a whole new world unfolding at his feet. He had never met muggleborns before he reached Hogwarts, nor had he been familiar with the concept that they appeared just as any other witch or wizard -- normal. As a Slytherin he was seated away from the majority of them during meals, but during classes there was free range seating and his interactions with them were not limited. Many made it a habit to stay away considering the silver and green colors displayed as a warning signal on his tie, yet there were the few that would respond as if he were any other person. It was here that he found short-comings in his parents method of child rearing, they seemingly had been wrong about muggleborns or mudbloods or whatever they desired to call them that day. Azriel had never exactly intended on doing his own research into the subject, in fact it was something of an accident -- okay maybe he just wanted to go looking for more trouble. Having always been known to bend the rules it was no surprise that he went out of his way seeking conversations with muggleborns merely because his parents told him not to.

Rumors begun to spring up his third year at Hogwarts around the Slytherin common room that he was something of a mudblood-lover and a blood traitor. Azriel vehemently denied these rumors even though they spread like wild fire throughout the hallways and the classrooms of Hogwarts. He attempted to keep his reputation intact by causing trouble in the corridors, but it seemed as if from those few incidents he was already marked -- or at least in his mind he was. Despite the rumors and the negative connotation of the words blood traitor Azriel could not repress his curiousity for long. He refused to be so ignorant as to treat others poorly merely because of blood status, he soon gained a reputation for his kindness. So how was it exactly that such things were overlooked by his pureblooded friends and his whole house? Well it was easy really, even though Azriel tended to get into a lot of trouble he was simply kind to everyone no matter who they were. Certainly many of his friends never agreed with it nor did they support his unwarranted friendliness towards those of lesser blood status but he still somehow seemed to share their views. His attitude seems such a contradiction but not many dared question him for he was a Black and at the end of the day he had gotten his foot in the door for Slytherin house somehow, right? So it continued on and Azriel's reputation for kindness flourished, although his kindness did appear to have limits -- he never intervened much when his friends were tormenting muggleborns other than to advise them that they had better things to do. His methods to stop the normal trends of school bullying and tormenting were unusually creative and clever, which may have been why he could have earned himself a seat in Ravenclaw house.

For the remaining years that he spent at Hogwarts Azriel's split second decision to join the ranks of Slytherin house would haunt him. As a child he felt he had been well sheltered from the evil world of those baring pureblood, it was a world that his Father and Mother had been reluctant to show him -- rather they were preoccupied with showing his older brother. Azriel had always felt as if he were miles behind Dominic when it came to praise from not only his parents but their whole family. Not until he reached Hogwarts did Azriel realize that the sort of praise that Dominic received might not have been the sort that he exactly wanted recognition for. It was a world full of blood status, a strange sort of displaced honor, and the false perception that they ruled the very world that they now stood on. It was a world that Azriel slowly came to hate, a world in which he knew he did not belong. A sense of loneliness washed over him in his last two years at Hogwarts, he felt sorely conflicted between the views of his siblings and his own. He loved his siblings dearly though for reasons truly unclear to him, perhaps it was because he felt that they had always been there to protect him -- in spite of all the tormenting that they had put him through at the end of the day they would still stand up for him. His own inner conflicts only grew as the days wore on and in these conflicts he found himself stuck with an outward bitterness that plagued all of his conversations. He longer knew the answers and it scared him. This time there would be no quick solution to the problem, he could not just switch out his family or his name as he had switched his house during the sorting ceremony. This time he knew he was in for the long haul.

Upon his graduation from Hogwarts Azriel made a decision, one unlike any other because he knew it was binding. His brother and his sister had joined so it seemed natural that he would be next. In a last ditch effort to potentially please his parents or his sibilings, or both ... or maybe it was merely one last fail attempt to change his own way of thinking Azriel stepped forward and volunteered himself to join the Dark Lord's Death Eater army. He had never experienced such pain in his life the day that he received that ugly black mark which stood out so vibrantly against his tanned skin. Immediately upon receiving it he felt a sense of regret, which was quickly washed away by the raw fear that he felt. There was fear for uncertainty of the future and of what was expected of him because he had just made the single decision in this life that unlike his Hogwarts house would be permanent. That mark would not be rubbed off nor would it be magically removed, instead it would remain forever -- a sick reminder of the lengths at which he was willing to go for a family that may not have even encouraged his existence a decade ago.

Not longer after that event Azriel decided on his chosen career path, he would be a healer. If he must take lives then at least he could attempt to save them as well.[/blockquote][/size]

YOUR GOING TO WISH

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name/alias: TIER
gender: gender neutral ;P
age: old
contact: pm for now!
how you found us: can't remember
other characters: Adair Byrant Burke, thirty nine, former Ravenclaw
experience: well over ten years
role play sample:

The evening was falling across the orange streaked sky now and people were less adamant to be walking through the corridors now since dusk was appearing before the sets of high windows. It was clear that the castle was more dangerous now, especially at night since one never knew who would be lurking about to go disappearing next. There was no danger for Dakota though, it wasn't like anyone lacked the common sense to try and attack him anyways. It would have been a stupid move considering that there was a whole army of death eaters ready to strike whenever they got the chance. Even the littlest things seemed to be getting on their nerves, like a stink bomb thrown into the back of the corridor or underneath a nearby staircase - it was all an agitation technique. Just a kid's way to get some death eater's nerves fried or rather just a way to provoke a reaction from those evil challengers. Of course Dakota was not untouched by this agitation as well because he did happen to have a very sensitive nose. That was one of the reasons why he had retreated onto the front steps of Hogwart's front entrance as evening fell today - because plainly the castle smelled. The portion of the staircase that he had been standing on had been high enough for him not to catch sight of the culprit, in reality he did not care much about it. It was not like the kid was trying to set the building on fire or anything besides there was nothing important in the main entrance hallway.

Considering this vital information Dakota had waved his wand and vanished said stink bomb without putting much effort into looking for the wrong-doer of the situation. Instead he found himself pacing only a little further then the main staircase in either direction before returning to his `post` and finding it to wretched smelling to stand there any longer. With his sensitive nose at stake here he opted on the third option, which was something that might have held greater gravity to it if he had actually been standing in a more important area. Currently there was not much to do here in the entrance hall except stand there and wait since many had already headed up to their common rooms for the night the corridors looked empty around him. Without hesitating a moment longer Dakota started to walk across the entrance hall towards the large double oaken doors that led out to the front of Hogwart's castle. It didn't take him long to reach the doors since he was taking long strides considering that the smell appeared to be following rather closely at his heels. Dakota scrunched his nose up attempting to block the odor without much avail. He was soon in front of the double doors and gave them a single firm push before he found himself outside on the large stone stoop. The doors closed creakily behind him, yet he gave them not a second's worth of attention for he was to busy breathing in the fresh air that he had just found. Taking a relatively deep breath Dakota stood there watching the snow fall in front of a backdrop of orange streaked sky. The sight was beautiful to say the least yet he found it falling greatly short of that. Nothing had really been beautiful in this world since that night.

The near other worldly view should have been enough to distract him from the fact that he was standing outside observing this evening with barely enough layers to possibly shield him from the cold. Since the castle was relatively warm he had shed the majority of his layers in the teacher's lounge before going out to take up his useless `post` on the main staircase. The only thing that he had thought to leave on was his black hooded cloak that was easily threadbare from multiple usages and the muggle street clothes that he was wearing underneath. Despite the chill of the evening Dakota barely seemed to notice even though it was potentially shiver-worthy if he decided to stand here for a little while. The castle had been painstakingly warm now that he had stepped outside, it seemed almost suffocatingly so. Leaning up against the frosty stone blocks that composed the entrance Dakota cross his arms in thought as he stared out over the grounds. They were expecting someone to attack? Things seemed so peaceful it was really hard to tell anymore who would be out to get them. It seemed like all their supposed `enemies` had been taken down long ago or were in hiding. There was no threat out there, or was there? Dakota could no longer decide that anymore, the way that he saw it he had joined the single side that had appeared threatening in any way. Everyone had their own version of what they feared the most, of what they considered the biggest threat, and the death eaters just happened to be Dakota's definition of a threat. Yet he was not scared of them, he did not fear them in a way that seemed even at all rational like the majority of the population, instead he found himself afraid of what they might have been capable of.

Having been pressured to join in the first place had potentially only added to that fear that he had of their capabilities. If they could find enough people like him, without anything to lose, without any cause to go on living for, then would they truly win? Their numbers were enormous for all he knew. Admittedably he probably did not pay half as much attention as he really should have considering that he was as much apart of this war as was every single child in this establishment now as well as every other adult witch and wizard out there. But no one was willing and ready to take the blame for this one or even the responsibility of what was happening. It was truly a strange world that they lived in.

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