Updated family tree.

Still to inclued: Smiths, Gaunts, Johnsons, Malfoys

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player information!

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character information!

the basics
character name ; Mike Gregory Smith
nickname(s) ; Anything, unless it's insulting. Actually, no. Don't call him Michael. That's not his name. It's Mike. M-I-K-E.
age ; 31
date of birth ; July 17th, 1979
blood status; Muggleborn
sexual orientation ; Straight as they come, baby.
wand ; Birch, Gryffin talon core, 12 inches - rigid
affiliation ; Order Supporter (Neutral)
occupation ; Assistant Head of the MLE – Potentially not for long. In the future, Mike might be propositioned by Phoenix Canlow to come work privately for him as head of his security team. It's still iffy whether or not Mike will actually take it... It's a really tough decision.

the appearance
height & weight ; Mike's rockin' a good six feet four inches. He's a tall guy, and was quite lanky when he was in his teens. He definitely went through that stage when he was the awkward doofy kid with big ears, skinny shoulders, and limbs that seemed too long and disproportioned. As he grew into adulthood, his body shifted. He worked out, the muscles began staying after he worked them, and he had a new appreciation for his physical appearance. Although he had been a smooth talker, before it was just to cover up how uncomfortable he actually was in his own skin. Now, as a 31 year old adult, he's proud of his physique. He isn't exactly sure how much he weighs, probably up in the 200 pounder area, but his weight has never been an issue. You should focus more on how you look... sometimes you look better than you actually weigh.

hair ; Mike has short hair. It's always been short, and will always be short. Not gonna end up growing that shit out like he's a girl. No thanks. It's black, thick, and somewhat curly, though the curls rarely surface due to its length. He secretly can't wait for it to tinge a little shade of grey – when he's the appropriate age, of course – because then he'll look sexy and distinguished.

eyes ; Mike's a pretty big fan of rockin' a good pair of sunglasses, so sometimes you might not even get to see his eyes. They make him look mysterious and like a total BAMF. His eyes are relatively small, actually. The pupils and surrounding rings are almost the same colour, and it's difficult to tell that they are actually just a really dark brown.

facial features ; Mike's face is slightly squarish, with a defined jaw structure and a hairline that clearly makes his face appear pointed. It's a preference thing more than anything as he gets older. He has large eyes with heavyset eyelids, and the whites are extremely distinct. They are set proportionately apart around his nose, giving his face a solid set of symmetry. The only thing that throws off the symmetry is the scruff of beard around his prominent chin, which sometimes grows at odd lengths, depending on his age and the time of year.

distinguishing features ; Mike has his left ear pierced, and has had it that way since he was a teenager. His folks had somewhat hoped he'd grow out of it, but that sure as Hell wasn't going to happen. He's got a tattoo in Sanskrit on his lower back that translates to 'Strength, Endurance and Family', and another on his ankle in the shape of a sun. He's got a scar along his inner right arm from when he broke it skateboarding as a child, though it's extremely faded now and barely noticeable.

style ; Yo. Mike's always gotta look hot. He puts a lot of effort into his appearance physically, and he's got to wear clothes that will show him off. Naturally, if he's out running after some dumbass on the streets, then he's going to make sure he is comfortable, but looks good while doing it. Muggle jeans have always been a favourite of his, seeing as he grew up wearing them. You will probably never ever actually find him in a stupid pair of wizarding robes. They're constricting, unflattering... and kind of make him look like a girl, and that seems like a difficult task in itself. However, when he has to go to political crap down at the Ministry, he'll suck it up and do what has to be done, but the second he steps out of that meeting, anything stupid and formal comes off. He misses the days where he could just walk around in a pair of Muggle jeans, and that's it. No shirts, no shoes... Naturally that doesn't fly in England, but when he's back home and the heat is killing him slowly, anyone will understand why less clothing is the favourable option.

play by ; Will Smith.




the personality
likes ;

SWEARING
It's fun. It makes some old ladies cringe, and there are a whole shit load of fun words in that vocabulary. What's not to like about swearing? It isn't as though he can't think of anything more 'elegant' to say, but he merely finds it entertaining. It's fun to swear. He was raised right at home, couldn't say a word without getting a sharp flick on the ear or a slap upside the head, but once he was out of it, as a youth, he was allowed to express himself wholly in the streets and at school... Man he got in trouble for it at school, worse than at home. But see, he didn't care about it then. Swear words are simply a nice chunk of his vocabulary. You want Mike, you get a fuck, shit, bitch and everything else that he can think of that day. Now, of course he knows when to wrangle it in, and it isn't as though those are the only words that come out of his mouth, but he likes them, they make him feel happy.

FAMILY
You know, call it sad, but his sisters are probably his best friends. His parents are two of the best people in the world in his eyes, and his sisters are both protective and dependent on him. They are the ones that understand him, can see behind the outgoing veneer, and know how to handle the real Mike Smith. He was raised by them to be respectful toward women (and he tries, honest!) and to be brave in the face of all adversity. His father is his true role model, being a Muggle detective for the better half of his life; Mike immediately took up that equivalent to his career in the wizarding world once he had finished with school. Had to live up to his old man. His mother is the ideal woman, someone who taught him to appreciate the simplicity of nature and to appreciate all the little things in life, like having a hot shower on a cold day. His older sister, Erin, is a stunner. Just a gorgeous woman who Mike thought deserved the best in life, and despite the fact that she was older than him, he liked to think that he was there to protect her. Being four years his senior, however, meant that she was usually the one looking out for him, and pounding on the kids that tried to start fights with him when they were back in elementary school all those years ago. His family, though mostly Muggle, were extremely accepting of him when they found out he was a wizard, and he was there to act as a guild as his younger sisters grew up and discovered powers of their own.

WOMEN Women are gorgeous. They are probably the reason for man's existence, and Mike firmly believes that. Being raised in a family of all girls, he's grown up with a special set of manners for the women in his life, even if they are just the ones he picks up at the club. He likes their intelligence and he likes how they can see things from a different point of view. Of course, there are other reasons he likes them too... but those are private and sacred and only belong in the bedroom, thanks.

HIS JOB
Mike lives for a career of hunting bad guys. It's what he does. For quite some time, it really defined him as a person. He likes that he can go in, play the hero sometimes, rescue the damsel, and kick some serious ass. He isn't so much a fan of the political aspects that come with working in the Ministry. He didn't want to become an Auror for that specific reason. He likes being a part of a squad that goes in, kicks ass, doesn't ask too many questions, and then leaves. Job finished, handled and set. He has been propositioned by an old friend, Phoenix Canlow, to come work for him at some point, privately. It would allow for a lot more freedom in his methods, and Mike is torn between sticking with the job he adores, one that keeps him on his toes at all times, and the potential of a new one that has a larger slice of freedom attached to it. Regardless of where he works, he just wants to be hunting the bad boys. He's comin' for you.

BUSTIN' UP A MOTHERFUCKER
Hey, what's more fun than beating on someone who deserves it? Mike likes getting his hands dirty, and he especially likes catching people in the act of doing something they ought not to be doing. He isn't one for using a wand when it comes to dealing with the really hardened criminals. A good sucker punch to the gut is all he needs to get going, and then it's game on. Although many of his other wizards don't really approve of it, he couldn't give less of a shit. It's an effective tactic, thank you.

dislikes ;

DEATH EATERS
Seriously? What kind of stupid ass name is that? 'Death Eaters'. Lame. He's had his fair share of gangs while dealing with Miami based criminals for the American Ministry, but these fuckers are probably the worst that he's handled. Mostly because they are ideology based, not economically driven, which means they'll just fight harder to get what they want, which he constantly worries will happen if people are too lenient on them. They're just so frustrating, because they are everywhere. The only thing he likes about them is the fact that he can pummel them during an arrest and claim self-defense, and people will actually listen to him. Awesome.

IGNORANCE
Stop being a little bitch and open your eyes to the world. Okay? Thanks. It's a big wide place with all sorts of people in there, and when you start hatin', Mike starts beatin'. It's low, ridiculous and a waste of one's energy to be putting negative vibes out there. So just get over yourself and read a fucking book.

MUGGLE HATERS
There is nothing wrong with the Muggle world. Nothing at all. In fact, many of his favourite people are Muggles. He sees the wizarding community as something that seems like a mutation of humanity more than he does the Muggles. Aren't there less of them out there? It only makes logical sense, really. Gotta be the one place that Mike likes to think that he has some sense of logic and reason. Besides, Muggles don't bother with them, so why should wizards be putting up such a fuss in regards to their existence. There is a perfectly acceptable way to co-exist that a lot of people in Mike's world tend to overlook, and he is all in favour of exposing the wizarding world to the Muggle world. At least they could get some people out there to deal with the psychos that are trying to kill them. It only seems fair that they are allowed that chance, doesn’t it?

WATERED DOWN ALCOHOL
Don't do it, Mr. Bartender. Mike can TELL when you fill a quarter of the bottle up with water so that you don't have to sell as much vodka at the club. Don't be stupid now. He absolutely hates it when he can tell that a bartender has watered down his drink, yet still charges him full price. It's a pain in the ass, and apparently it's against the rules, so he's more than willing to bust them on it. Usually he just threatens them with job loss should he report it to the manager, and manages to get a few free drinks for the rest of the night. If he's going to hit the hard stuff, it's because he wants to do a little drinking, not taste watered down bullshit that's a waste of his time and money. Give it straight, or don't give it at all.

BABIES
Sooo. Kids are pretty fun. In fact, Mike is sometimes a big kid himself. However, babies are a whole different story. They cry a lot, smell bad, and demand constant attention. At least with kids you can sit them down in front of the tv, or pretend to play hide and seek with them in order to get a few minutes of peace during the day. He's got a few nieces and nephews, and quite a number of younger cousins, so he can handle them, it's just... a pain. He is much happier with kids once they reach the phase where they know how to go to the bathroom all by themselves, and are content in thinking that he's the coolest guy on the planet. Everyone does anyway, but it's always nice when kids reach a state of awareness at just how awesome Uncle Mike can be.


strengths ;

STRONG
Maybe not mentally sometimes, but Mike is damn strong physically. He takes great pride in ensuring that his appearance is up to snuff. Hell, he keeps it old school when he's chasing down some punk ass on the street, so he better be in shape if he doesn't want to lose them. He can bench press a lot, thank you, and is generally someone you'd want on your side of the bar fight. He is athletic, built and knows how to use all those muscles... ALL of them. Watch it now.

RESOURCEFUL
Want something done? Mike's your man. There isn't a way? Well, he'll find one. Maybe that means sleeping over somewhere on the street to catch a criminal. Maybe that means harassing someone to get a memo through. Maybe that means paying someone off for good information. Whatever that may mean, Mike is the type of guy who is willing to do it if he believes in the greater good of it. He is willing to do just about anything to get a job done, and if good at thinking quickly on his feet in the situation. He knows how to react... It may not always be the right reaction, but if you need something handled on the spot, then Mike will know how to get that shit done.

LOYAL
Although it may take you a little while to get onto his good side, depending on the first impression Mike gets from you, once you're there, you're golden. He's gonna work his ass off to make sure that the two of you stay buds until death do you part. Mike is a loyal guy. He's loyal to his family, his friends, and lovers that he's been on good terms with. That's simply the type of guy he is. He likes to stand up for the little guy, doesn't like it when people who don't deserve it are getting pushed around, and he's going to let you know before you push his buttons too much.


weaknesses ;

IMPATIENT AND IMPULSIVE
When Mike comes up with something, he'll do it. He doesn't need someone's permission, he'll just go for it. Most of the time, he governs himself, and that doesn't seem like it's going to change anytime soon. However, that can be a bit of a downfall. He's gotten into a lot of trouble in the past. Sometimes it's from fighting, sometimes it's from stealing... He wasn't the golden boy growing up, and it was mostly because of his impulsive nature. When he wants to get something done now, what the fuck is the point in waiting? Just shut up and get on with it. He'd rather get ass deep in trouble than wait and lose the opportunity for something worthwhile.

CRASS
So Mike might come across as a little rude sometimes. Sometimes he says things when he shouldn't but that's only because he's impulsive. In his eyes, it isn't a bad thing, but it's probably the reason he hasn't been promoted from a regular MLE officer in almost ten years since joining the Ministries around the world. It wasn't until he started to actually behave that things went well for him, though he still retains that being crass isn't a bad thing. It's funny, actually, when you make a rude joke that gets you stared at. ... What?

UNCOUTH
Okay, so he doesn't like to sugarcoat things. Get over it. He's loud and proud, but as usual, that type of shit will get him into trouble. Enough said, no?

boggart ; Himself with a bullet wound to the head. It would lead to death, and it means someone got him when he wasn't paying enough damn attention.
amortentia ; Strawberry jello, candle wax and cigar smoke
erised ; Mike would see himself happily married, with kids – already grown up – in a job where he was allowed total freedom.
veritaserum ; He's sometimes wondered what it's like to be a woman. And wouldn't mind trying for a day or so. ...
dementor ; He was at school, and although he had friends, he was a bit of an awkward gawky child, and in his first year got the crap kicked out of him for being mouthy. He ended up being sent to the hospital wing within the first few days of school. Embarrassing.
patronus ; Mike's ability to produce a patronus came easily, and he was able to produce a St. Bernard in his late teens. His happiest memory was when he found out, all in the same day, that he had been accepted for an internship at the Florida Ministry, and would be working alongside an Auror for a summer between his fifth and sixth year of school, and that the girl he had been pursuing for months was finally going to date. Sure, the dating thing didn't last too long, but he had never been happier... as far as he could remember, anyway.

personality ;
Mike has a tendency to display a cocky attitude that can get him into a lot of trouble. For the most part, he doesn't care what people think of him, unless they are extremely important in his life. Those people include his partners, his special lady (when he finds one, that is) and his family. The man tends to swear, a lot. Curse words are a regular part of his vocabulary, which also gets him into trouble with his superiors and with the women in his family. They consider it disrespectful. In fact, Mike tends to get into trouble with his superiors for being disrespectful, and he doesn't quite like it when people give him rules. They're guidelines, anyway, and don't count for shit. Mike follows his own rules, and has been threatened of being fired many times. He's confident, collected, and cares about his appearance. Looking good comes along with feeling good, and if he isn't in expensive suits, or at least looking stylish, he feels uncomfortable. He takes care of his body, and considers himself attractive when he is in shape.

The man can be caring, kind, and nurturing with the ones he loves. However, he's violent with the criminals he takes down, and thinks nothing of using illegal spells in order to get what he wants. He knows a lot of the underground workers that deal with the dark side, and has roped a lot of them into being his snitches. Some of his colleagues consider him pathetic for associating with low-life scumbags, but if it gets the job done, then Mike is your guy. He's a man who thinks quickly on his feet, and his very active. Quidditch is awesome, in his opinion, and most types of Muggle sports are enjoyable. He's trained with using a gun, despite the fact that many wizards think lesser of him because of it. However, guns are a special interest of his, and he likes to think he can use a gun just as well as he can use his wand.

Mike has always been a ladies man. He has a lot of sisters, and therefore knows how to treat a woman properly. Marriage isn't really in his head, at the moment, but now that he's reached the age of thirty, he is starting to feel the urge to settle down. Maybe starting a family is a little too far off, for now, but when he sees the rest of his sisters getting married and having babies, he sometimes wants them. Then he sees how annoying babies are; crying and screaming and constantly requiring attention... He likes the older ones much better. When he is dating someone officially, Mike dates them. He's not one to stray or cheat, but if the two aren't "official", then he will see as many women as he wants to unless they become "official".

Mike takes his job very seriously. Taking down criminals who torture and kill innocent people is what he believes to be his life's calling. After all, he isn't terribly clever, but he is street smart, and can handle himself alone (for the most part) when against a string of enemies. His arrogance can sometimes make him overconfident, which leads to letting his assignments get away. Failure isn't an option, but it happens, and that frustrates him to no end. He's killed in the past. A lot. His urge to bring down a killer sometimes leads him to killing before questioning, a tactic no doubt frowned upon by his superiors. However, Mike is a man with a moral sense of what is wrong, and what is right... He knows that by killing one criminal, he saves countless. But still... The screams sometimes keep him up at night.

Mike is a prankster, one that loves messing with people. He doesn't really care whether or not his pranks hurt people, because it's generally pretty funny to him. He has a sarcastic sense of humour, and believes that if he lived in the Muggle world, and he wasn't a police officer, he'd be an actor. Keeping people entertained pleases him because it pleases them, though he's just a fun loving guy.

His family. Do not fuck with them. Otherwise you bring the heat on yourself. Mike loves all his family members very much, no matter how annoying they can be, and would hate to see harm come to them because of his job. Hell, he moved to England to fight bad wizards there so they couldn't trace his family.


the school life
school attended ; Salem Institute
former house ; the good one No separation between the houses.
favourite subject ; Mike was a pretty big fan of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was a place where he could exercise his power and ability with a wand, and learn how to take down a dark wizard for the long run. He didn't really like all the practical theory they learned, because after a while he figured he had the general basics of it and that was all that was needed. It was still his favourite, though Charms was a close second. Score one for defensive and offensive spells.
worst subject ; Mike sucked at astronomy. It was super boring and dealt with too many things all at once. Plus it was just something that he had no interest in, and saw no reason to pursue it. Wasn't as though it was required for his future career, anyway.
OWLs gained & grades ;
Defense Against the Dark Arts - EE
Potions - A
Charms - EE
Transfiguration - O
Herbology - A
Astronomy - T
Care of Magical Creatures - A
History of Magic - A
Wandless Magic - O
NEWTs gained & grades ;
Defense Against the Dark Arts - EE
Charms - O
Transfiguration - EE
Wandless Magic - O


the family life
partner ; N/A
children ; N/A
mother ; Patty Jane [Eilence] Smith - 69 - Muggle - housewife
father ; Anthony James Smith - 70 - Muggle - Retired detective
siblings ;
Erin [Smith] Henderson - 34 - Muggle
Sarah [Smith] Glavington - 28 - Muggle
Josie Smith - 23 - Muggleborn - Salem Institute Graduate - Journalist
Lisa Smith - 21 - Muggleborn - Salem Institute Graduate - Herbology Professor
Victoria Smith - 17 - Salem Institute Student
other significant magical relatives ;
There may be some other witches and wizards named Smith, but Mike comes from the Muggle side of it. And after all, it happens to be a very common name.

residence ;
Mike has a small cabin back in the States that he goes to for a few weeks during his summer holidays, though he's more of a city boy. That place is just to bring the ladies. He and his younger sister Josie rent out an apartment in downtown Miami (his hometown), and he uses it whenever he's in town. In England, he owns a flat in London, in the Muggle area, close to the theatre district. It's busy, but he prefers busy, and will happily go for a walk down the crowded streets just for the atmosphere.
history ;
Mike was the second child, yet the first and only son, of Patty and Anthony Smith, two simple people living in Miami. He worked as a detective for the Miami Police Department, and she stayed home to look after the children. He had two sisters ahead of him, though they all knew that there was something different about Mike. When he experienced extreme emotions, things started to happen. A glass would break, a painting would fall off the wall. They were all Muggles, after all, and this came as a bit of a shock. They were convinced that their house was possessed, though after a while it became something that everyone just ignored. Really, there was a gust of wind. Or someone knocked the glass off the counter. Two years after Mike came along; his new sister arrived in the family. Then, five years go by, another sister. Two years - another. And finally, the last came into the family when Mike was thirteen, and well into his first years of schooling.

The family first discovered Mike was a wizard (well, they had an inkling before, but no one would come right out and say it) when he received a letter via owl that he had been accepted to the Salem Institute up north for young witches and wizards. He would start at age eleven, and then graduate when he was seventeen. Then, it said, he would either be allowed to assimilate into the magical world, or continue living as a non-magical citizen. It was hard leaving his family, of course, but he figured it was something new, an adventure, and set off to give it a whirl. If he didn't like it, he'd simply leave. That was his philosophy, anyway. So, armed with his new school books, a uniform, and his first year without having to wear those annoying braces on his teeth, Will took a plane up north to Massachusetts, and then a private train to the Salem Institute.

He fit in pretty well there, and figured that, hey, one year of this stuff couldn't be too bad. The magic was interesting, the girls were cute, and he made a lot of friends on the train due to his outgoing personality. It wasn't until he started his first few classes that he realized this was the real deal, and it was for him. Being able to use his wand just a little bit gave him a great deal of pleasure. There were a lot of physical activities to do when the weather was nice; there was a gorgeous lake to go swimming in with a dock and old tire swing, a trail that was well-mapped out through the surrounding forest, and once he was a little older, he played Quidditch for his mates on their teams, and on the grade teams. They didn't have houses as much as they had grades at the school; the population was small, seeing as there were several other wizarding schools in the country, and Quidditch matches were held against them from time to time.

Mike took to a lot of the classes that dealt with wand waving and duelling. He figured he was good at that sort of stuff, and turned into an aggressive dueller when he got older. It was always fun to write back to his dad and tell him that although he wasn't playing football and whatnot, he was totally kicking ass when it came to duelling with magic. His dad was actually proud of him, which was sometimes shocking to hear, but Mike was grateful for the support all the same. He had a few girlfriends over the course of seven years. He turned into quite the ladies man, so having a girlfriend wasn't always good for his 'rep'. However, no matter what, he always treated his ladies with respect, considering he knew that his older and younger sisters would beat him if they knew he ever treated a woman poorly. Not the mention what his mother would do... Ouch.
He read about the Pureblood struggles over in England, and he was happy to see that there wasn't as much emphasis on bloodlines and all that other nonsense at the Institute. There were a few who though they were better, but they were a very select minority, and had a tendency to graduate feeling differently after meeting some of the wizards who were supposed to be below them.

Imagine his shock, several years later, when his younger sister got the same letter he did when he was eleven. He had a feeling his younger sisters were like him, but he didn't know how to explain it to them. Hey, you may be a witch... No, for real. While Mike worried they wouldn't want to go away to boarding school, they expressed their delight in following in their big brother's footsteps; he was sort of their hero, after their dad of course. And so, he took his younger sister Josie on the plane up north, and got her settled on the train, but soon realized that he himself would need to find a job soon. He joined a small crime fighting department in the Ministry of Magic for the state of Florida, and was pretty damn happy that he was working in the same field as his father did, despite the fact they lived in separate worlds.

Two years later, his other younger sister started school, and then his last sister, and it became apparent that Mike wasn't the only one with magical abilities in the family. Both girls had better grades then he did when he attended, but he argued that he needed street smarts nowadays more than he needed to remember what year the Goblins swept down from Russia into northern Canada to attack Muggles. Really. Who cares?
Mike worked his way up in his job; he started low, and soon became a respected member of the MLE department. He worked very hard to take down hardcore criminals, and locked several of them away. However, things started to get quite stressful when dark wizards from the gangs he was tracking would threaten his family, and sometimes show up at his sisters' homes unannounced and ready to kill. It was at that point he made a very big life decision; he applied for a transfer over to England to work for the Ministry of Magic there when he was twenty-eight, knowing that any criminals he would take down there couldn't be bothered to get all the way to Florida to attack his family.

He'd been living in England for two years now, working hard to build up a reputation as a good MLE fighter. However, he had some trouble going from a high rank to a low one, and that makes him a little difficult to handle from time to time. He gets along well with most of his co-workers, and goes back home whenever he can. He's been dealing with Death Eaters, a brand of criminal they don't have back in the United States, and they are proving more difficult than he would have thought to track down. There was a recent attack on the Hogwarts school, and Mike's no longer taking any chances. All big events, he's there. Any tips from his underground sources, he's there. Lately, he's been undermining his superiors more and more in order to get the job done.

After a few years in the British Ministry, undermining whoever he needed to get a job done, Mike was transferred home to the Florida Ministry. They were offering better pay, and because he wasn't seeing anyone at the time, he figured it would be nice to get a change in scenery. You know, go back to the good ol' hot weather and out of the shitstorm that is England. He spent less than half a year there, getting back into the swing of things, chasing down punks in Miami instead of London, before he received a special request to come back and work as nearly the head of the MLE department in England. Shocked, he spent a good week weighing pros and cons, something he would usually never do, but felt the strong urge to do anyway, and was then packed and on a Muggle flight back to England. It was... a better job. He was still going to be kicking ass, but he'd actually have more authority to do it, and that was much more enticing than his regular level position that he had in Florida. Maybe if his American superiors offered to match that rank he may have stayed, but for now England looks like the best hope for him to succeed in the job world. He currently doesn't know how long he'll stay on, or if there is a hope of promotion, but he's looking forward to getting back under everyone's skin real soon.


the sample post
NOPE. He'll get some posts out real soon.


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player information!

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character information!

the basics
character name ; addi agnarasson.
nickname(s) ; be smart and just call him 'addi'.
age ; forty-three.
date of birth ; august nineteenth, nineteen-sixty-five.
blood status; pure; no doubt about that.
sexual orientation ; straight.
wand ; rosewood and ebony – 13 ¾ inches – kelpie mane hair
affiliation ; ( high ranking ) death eater.
occupation ; head of the hall of prophecies; healer by day; member of wizengamot; metamorphmagi


the appearance
height & weight ; as a death eater, addi has to stay in shape; there’s no doubt about that. when he was younger he was a lanky, pale-looking boy with little to no muscle mass, but now he’s perfectly fine with his lanky frame now padded up with muscle. it’s easy to say that when he was younger, he was also shorter than most of the guys in his year – he stood at about a relatively normal woman’s height of five-five, but in his eighteenth year, he shot up like a beanstalk and eventually became the tall six-three man everyone knows him by.

hair ; addi’s got a lot of hair! okay, so not that much, but he’s got quite enough and he’s insanely okay with it falling out. after all, after seeding three kids and having to take care of them, especially mable, he was expecting his hair to fall out a long time ago, but it only turned the beautiful salt-and-peppery look, not that he minds too much. his natural hair colour was a mixture of brown and black, the brown sticking out like a sore thumb on top of the short, messy, dishevelled hair he always seems to sport.

eyes ; big bright blue eyes, his mother always used to say, and she still does mind you, and he’s had the pleasure of keeping his ‘big bright blue eyes’ at its same bright brilliance. unlike most his age, or even older, he doesn’t need glasses and even if he did, he has the means of making a potion that would give him the ability to see without them, or he’ll wear glasses just because they make him look good. his eyebrows are pretty heavy-hooded, but he’s managed to see quite well all these years.

facial features ; you need some sun, boy! oh yes, addi is extremely pale, but with enough work he’s managed to get himself some kind of colour into his system. funny enough to say, his ears (which are fairly large, but not so much so) are two shades lighter than his dark skin tone, showing the true color of his skin and where he’s from – iceland. he’s got a long, mostly filled with facial hair (beard, moustache, and the like), but on occasion, special events, etc, he’ll magically whisk them away. sometimes. he’s got very thin lips, so thin in fact that they seem very non-existent, speaking of thin, his nose is thin too! thin bridge, pointy-rounded tip, but yet a wider brim for his nostrils – weird.

distinguishing features ; from the outside perspective, addi doesn’t have many distinguishing features. he can easily fool anybody he likes by this mere fact. being a metamorphmagi, he can transform into any one person or even animal that he would like to become, but outside of that borned talent, he’s got those features that make addi himself. just for the record, the only people who know about his morphing talents are the very high-ranking death eaters and his nuclear family. on the back of his left achilles heel he’s got bite marks from a dog that bit him several times when he was only six years old. he takes some potions when he’s in a lot of pain, which isn’t very often, but he does carry around a cane that he uses at most instances and other times for show, when his heel isn’t actually hurting him. across his chest he’s got a thin burn mark from the last wizarding battle, it’s safe to say that he got away because he claimed to be there for his duty as a healer, which was partially true.

style ; robes are cool and all, but they’re also stuffy and bothersome to addi. he likes the freedom of wearing a suit, donned with a tie, or in some instances, a blazer with his button-down opened about two or three buttons. he loves to wear jeans, and so most times when he’s in st. mungo’s he’s in jeans and his blazer ensemble. depending on who he changes himself into, he’ll go along with their fashion sense, of course after watching them for awhile to see the way the dress and all that. making a mistake isn’t a part of his job description as a death eater.

play by ; hugh laurie! <3




the personality
likes ;

FEMALE ANATOMY breasts. lips. hips. ass. mile-long legs. what can he say but that he loves the female anatomy? of course he could go on and on about this topic, about the curves of a beautiful woman, how good a fit woman looks in a bikini, or just in her lacy panties. what can he really say about the body of a woman? put him in the middle of a bunch of lovely women and he’ll show you how much he loves a woman. unfortunately he won’t get into the racy details that should come after this, but he hopes you understand. he could always show you, too, he doesn’t bite . . . too lightly.

SARCASM he has no friends, but is intensely disliked by his friends. sarcastic quotes such as that can easily slip from addi’s lips, but he’s learned how to control it, just that he prefers to speak it anyway. sarcasm is what makes his world go ‘round, if you can’t take it, then you can’t be his friend. and it doesn’t matter to addi, he doesn’t need friends to make him hate you. :D he’s got a variety of sarcasm, namely irony is his favourite, but he could certainly aim for cynicism. he’s been very sarcastic since inside the womb, just so you know.

ADVENTURE unlike his siblings, addi always liked adventure. he liked exploring the nooks and crannies of their icelandic home, finding new treasures a-hidden. suffice to say that he stumbled upon a potions set when he was young and his flair for adventure certainly sprang up from there. addi likes to find things out and so he’s willing to go out on those compelling, yet risky, dangerous or uncertain life-threatening excursions. he’s not afraid of death and he sure as hell isn’t afraid of azkaban.

NOBLE his favourite child. addi will admit it, he’s got favourites, (i.e., type of chocolate, woman, food, place of travel, lover) but he’s got one favourite that tops them all – noble, his son. he’s his pride and his joy, which means that if anyone decides to do something stupid, like say, putting his healer son into the hospital, the asshat is going to pay terribly when he finds them. if it were mable or björk, he’d make them fend for themselves. he pays a ton more attention to noble than to any of his kids, but that goes without question for a son who is not an aspiring death eater, but is also a healer like himself. ever since noble was young, addi’s always loved him just a little bit more than the rest. kind of sad for the others.

INTELLIGENCE it makes the damn world go round, okay? addi’s a very intellectual person; from experimenting with things that shouldn’t be experimented with, to getting one of the best grades of his year, he’s never missed a beat and he doubts that he ever will. he's got the capacity to reason, to plan, to solve problems, whatever it takes he'll try his best to do. if it comes down to doing what he needs to for the death eaters, he's up to the task to pushing the task at hand until it's done to the best that his gang can. he's kind of a mastermind, like the conscious inside of your mind. scary, huh?


dislikes ;

MOUTHY PEOPLE why some people even speak, let alone breathe, makes addi have the ultimate urge to wrap his hands around the speaker’s neck and strangle the living daylights out of them. it isn’t very often that addi becomes ticked off, but mouthy people really grate on his ever so thick nerves. some think that they know everything until he ultimately proves them wrong and makes them feel like idiots, but other than that, he really really can’t stand people who try and mouth off. especially when they’re mad, at him, specifically. he’s easily set in putting people back into their right place.

MUGGLES rotten little things; what’s their purpose anyway? if it’s to be mocked, ridiculed, tortured, battered and bruised, he’s up to saying that hey, muggles have their uses for entertainment purposes. there’s a reason why he became a death eater after all and muggles were the greatest factor in his decision, of course mudbloods and half-bloods don’t make him feel him any better. ‘least he can deal with the half-bloods, like rachel cook, although she’s in a category all by herself. ‘psycho bitch with knives.’ yep, that’s Rachel for you, but he still doesn’t like muggles, even if you’ve got nice boobs.

COWARDS grow some damn balls and suck it up; famous line from addi whenever he meets a coward who doesn’t want to cross the line when they need to. he doesn’t know what it is about cowards, but it’s the huge possibility that he isn’t one himself that really makes him dislike the fact that, yes, cowards are still alive and kickin’. he finds it disgraceful when a new death eater hopeful shows some kind of promise, but when it comes down to doing the deed of taking another person’s life, they can’t do it. what then is the point of joining? to watch? be a supporter and stay out of the game if you can’t pull the figurative trigger.

ORANGE JUICE he doesn't know what it is about orange juice, but he simply dislikes orange juice. he doesn't mind the juice mixed with another fruit like strawberries or grapefruit, but straight it constantly upsets his stomach and it messes with his senses quite a lot. he doubts that it's the texture of the juice as that's not even the big deal, but mainly it might just be disliked so highly from him because it gives him headaches bigger than ones during hangovers. he figures he's just allergic to the straight-from-the-bottleness of orange juice; could be that or his body's trying to mess with him. either way, he's not a drinker of the oj - sorry simpson.

AMERICA what is up with americans, anyway? they're loud, rude, boisterous, and they all have funny accents. they're greedy, too. it could well be that addi only dislikes america because of some of the people who he has come across from the country in the ministry and at st. mungo's. they just leave a sour taste in the back of his tongue and he doesn't like them at all. americans and america are one in the same, they don't need to be differentiated.


strengths ;

OPINIONATED addi's got an opinion for just about everything. he doesn't care what your opinion may be, all that matters is that everyone know what his take on things are. luckily, his opinionated attitude has helped his reputation in the work field. he's very adamant about his ways and when his opinion is spoken, it's taken into much consideration. maybe because he keeps to make sure that his reputation at work untarnished. it could also be that his thoughts are never dull and are at times provocative towards the topic at hand, but that's addi for you; he likes to keep other minds racing with thoughts. there should never be a moment to waste and opinions help stir ideas and solutions.

ORGANIZED he's not a neat freak, but he knows where everything is at every single time of the day. in his office, everything is stacked neatly on shelves in bookcases, folders ( when he's at st. mungo's, case folders ) for the days events piled neatly on his desk, staplers, hole punchers, he even has a small mailbox on his desk in his office when he gets notes flying in from other parts of the ministry. in his home, things are never strewn across floors, unless it's clothing from last night's romp. . . or morning, whatever goes. he's glad to have a wife who is just as neat as he is, because she likes to keep the kids in check when they come over for the holidays.

OUT-GOING addi likes to get involved in a lot of things, so that means that he has to be actively involved the activity at hand, conversation, whatever. he's not a shy person, so it's nearly effortless for him to walk over to a stranger and strike up a conversation with ease and a finesse that makes the other person feel like they've known him forever. he doesn't like to deal the cards and make excuses if something goes wrong of course; there are those people who are tough to talk to, but nonetheless he'll put forth the effort to make them feel comfortable around him. he's good at that kind of thing.

CAREFUL & METICULOUS it doesn't matter what it is, everything down to the nitty gritty gets accounted for. he doesn't leave a trace of a mistake, or he tries his best not to leave a mistake. in a review for the wizengamot board, a patient's health, the many glowing light bulbs of prophecies, whatever, he takes everything into account. if a murder gets too messy, he is sure to keep no trace of addi or his accomplice, or even the murder victim around. there have been times when he wanted to have some 'harmless' fun and put one of the bodies of his victims on the doorstep of their family, but that was years ago.


weaknesses ;

BLOOD LUST it must be the smell. or maybe it's the rich red that spills from a wound that makes addi happier than the day he met his wife. addi has to be very careful when he's doing something for the death eaters as the sight of blood makes him initially stab his victim repeatedly. it's like food that never seems to satisfy him, but blood is a surefire weakness. he makes sure to have a companion his tasks, someone to help him control himself just in case something goes wrong. it's rare that he sees blood from his victims, but all the same, he'd rather be safe than sorry.

DOMINEERING it's addi's way or it's the highway. he has a hard time realizing this when he's at st. mungo's as he's not the head honcho healer, but that howard is. it's hard for him to grasp the idea that someone younger could have such a higher power over him especially since the younger man is a muggleborn. it irks him if he isn't a position of power, but he tries his damn hardest not to show it on his face.

WOMEN he's always liked chasing skirt so it's not surprising that even while he's married, he likes a new girl to entertain every once in awhile. it's bad enough that he's such a sweet talker, but when the girl decides that yeah, she'd like to tackle him to his office desk and get her brains fucked out, he ain't passin' that up! he's smart about what and how he does it though and definitely who, as well; he won't let mr. johnson get in between any legs he doesn't find fit for it. however, he holds a rather gentlemanly facade which can seemingly throw people off his . . . fucking-other-women ways.


boggart ; he's got a huge fear for big black burly dogs, small fluffy, pink, yellow, green, whatever dogs and even medium-sized dogs don't bother him as much as them.
amortentia ; mother’s cooking, fridrika’s perfume (bvlgari rose essentielle), and freshly spilled blood.
erised ; he likes to experiment (and wants), kind of like a potioneer, to see how he can make a person feel like their blood is having a very horrible effect on their body (seems like the blood is a billion little ants, blood boiling, blood slowly seeping through skin, that kind of thing).
veritaserum ; he’s been unfaithful in his marriage to fridrika for more than he can count, but he figures she’s doing the same, too.
dementor ; the day he was bitten on his achilles heel by a big black burly dog.
patronus ; addi’s happiest moment was the day he realized that noble was a son of his own flesh and blood; mable is much too wild and björk is too much of a muggle-lover, which gives him enough excuse to bother the absolute shit out of her. his patronus takes the form of the box jellyfish, or the sea wasp, the deadliest water animal in the ocean.

personality ;

JACKED-UP MATCHMAKER . watch the wonderful work he does with elijah and katya! i think that sums it up and all he does is make snarky comments to make them see the light. either that or he just wants something to talk about. :D

SN & FE . slightly neurotic, yet fairly enlightened. he's not a worrisome kind of guy, he lets things roll in stride, which keeps him very much at ease. same goes for anxiety, sure he gets anxious, but he doesn't freak out about it and eat, sleep, or smoke insanely just to get that anxiety to go away, in his mind it only makes things worse, so he lets it pass. his happiest moments? when life is chaotic and he likes when he creates that chaos, it brings him to an all-time high, something that isn't easily achievable in his field of work, but is however when he is on a mission for his fellow death eaters. if it hasn't been noted, addi likes to be different for the shock value of things. he hates to be like everyone else; why be like everyone else when you can create a scene? something that is very unsurprising about him is that he's got his own moral code, it would make sense after all, right? he doesn't value the life of a muggle equal and definitely not higher than his, so obviously his moral code is way off whack. most times if not he can control his emotions, sometimes they rage, but that goes without saying as he's merely human and not a robot of some sort. on a daily basis he does crazy things, not anything that would exhibit a case of pyromania, but the kind of crazy that makes people laugh or makes people nervous. seldom does addi agree with people; very opinionated is he and he'd take his opinion over most any day.

DILIGENT . if something's not going right, addi is hot on the trail of perseverance. he doesn't let up; if it's a hard review he has to write up, or a tough cookie who doesn't want to die, he's going to continue on until the job is done. especially when it comes down to his victims, he doesn't take 'no-i'm-not-dying' for an answer.

CLOSE-MINDED. he doesn't like new ideas that aren't his own, which can make him a very tough person to talk to. he's got stubbornness and intolerance down-pat right here, but he doesn't mind, because he's just that kind of person who thinks his opinion matters above all else. which in turn turns him into a cocky bastard.

COCKY BASTARD . he knows he looks good. he knows he's better than everyone else, what else is there to really say?

SADISTIC . he's unconventional, that's for sure. he likes to make his victims feel the pain before there's no life left in them. torture is very much a great strength when it comes to addi, so much so that he doubts he would be a great death eater without his methods. he hates the wand method. pointing at them and torturing them with wands just isn't as fun! now take some acid and lower the victim in and that's pure bliss; oh, oh and try injecting patients with a plant-based substance that would slowly rot their insides? addi is purring at the sound of this.

OBSERVANT . he likes to watch people. a lot. not in the creepy 'i'm-staring-at-you-right-now' way, but in that way where he can figure out how they tick; the way they walk, the way they talk, the lines that they use the most and when and how, everything. when he feels like he's got enough for what he needs he uses it to his ability, when he needs to take on their form later on for a guise. of course, there are other places that he is observant, but we won't go into detail with that as it's much too sexual for kiddies.

PATIENT . he doesn't get anxious very much and when he does, it's not that big of a deal to begin with. addi is very patient, very calculating in a way that leads to success. as many have said before him 'patience is a necessary ingredient of genius.' ( benjamin disraeli ) to be good at what he does, he needs patience, so it's a good thing that he's always been patient.

CRAFTY . honestly, this one speaks for itself on so many levels. the guy ain't a crazed lunatic, he just knows how to work with his hands.


the school life
school attended ; durmstrang.
former house ; drakonya krov.
favourite subject ; dueling & defense; it enhanced the usage of his hands. he was much better at this class than the rest, mainly because he was more intrigued by this class. they used the practically of his curses & hexes, but helped in defending from them as well, something that most of his other classes did not do.
worst subject ; weaponry; his hands weren't used. it felt more like muggle way of fighting and he practically despised that.
OWLs gained & grades ;

• alchemy ( o )
  
• curses & hexes ( o )
  
• dark flora & fauna ( ee )
  
• defense & dueling ( o )
  
• dragon flying ( ee )
  
• enchantments & bans ( o )
  
• illusions ( o )
  
• necromancy ( o )
  
• survival ( o )
  
• weaponry ( o )
  

NEWTs gained & grades ;

• alchemy ( o )
  
• curses & hexes ( o )
  
• dark flora & fauna ( o )
  
• defense & dueling ( o )
  
• enchantments & bans ( o )
  
• survival ( o )
  
• weaponry ( o )
  
• wandless magic ( ee )
  
• apparition class ( passed & has license )
  

the family life
partner ; fridrika agnarasson, forty, pure
children ; björk agnarasson, eighteen, pure; noble & mable agnarasson, twenty, pure
mother ; eir agnarasson ( nee björgólfsson ), seventy-one, pure
father ; adam agnarasson, deceased at seventy-four, pure
siblings ; adele royce ( nee agnarasson ), forty-six, pure; jóhannes agnarasson, forty-two, pure; ives agnarasson, forty, disowned squib
other significant magical relatives ;
anita agnarasson, pure, fourteen-fifteen, niece
woodstock royce, pure, forty-nine, brother-in-law
cagney royce, pure, twenty-five ( six ), nephew
amelie royce, pure, twenty-one ( two ), niece
eleanor royce, pure, nineteen, niece
taylene royce, pure, sixteen-seventeen, niece
preston royce, pure, fifteen-sixteen, nephew
art royce, pure, twenty-eight ( nine ), second nephew
isla royce, pure, twenty-five ( six ), second niece
constantine agnarasson, pure, undetermined age, nephew
elijah agnarasson, pure, --, nephew

residence ; small cottage in dublin, ireland; holidays in iceland.
history ;

PARENTS!

his parents, eir and adam, met on a wintry day about twelve years before he was conceived in the middle of skagafjörður in northern iceland, while horseback riding. his mother, eir, was more skilled riding a horse than her father, who proved to be an icelandic-born young man, living in the heart of ireland. she had raced against him in the biting cold and when she had won at the end of their little race, adam was very impressed. he later asked her if she would like to join him on a date before he left back for ireland in a few weeks. unfortunately for him, she declined as she had already been seeing someone. he left the subject peacefully.

however, his parents hung out the few weeks before adam would have to go back home to ireland. it was during those few weeks that they grew closer together as friends and it was also the point in which eir and her then-boyfriend, who had recently become the ex-boyfriend, broke up. eir's challenge was basically to have someone to lean on to, without it seeming like a rebound, and so a few days before adam was to leave back for ireland, she took him on his offer to go on a date with him. it proved to be a great date. when adam left for ireland, he'd made sure to leave his address with her if she ever wanted to owl him at any time.

over the course of two years, they would communicate with each other, both falling in love simply through the owls and the pictures that they would send to each other. on a whim, adam sent her an owl as he stood outside of her home in hólmavík, in the westfjords of iceland. when he felt like she had received the owl, he knocked on her front door and when she had answered he proposed to her. eleven months later they would be married and elevens months into marriage they would be expecting their first child, adele. a few years later they would welcome in their second child, jóhannes, a boy with a lot of hostility in and outside of the womb. when it came time for addi to be born, well, let's just say that it was hard to tell that his mother was even with child.

CHILDHOOD!

born prematurely on august nineteenth, nineteen-sixty-five, addi was a rather quiet baby boy. he was a small baby, one that was assumed wouldn't live past his first birthday, but as the years went by in his childhood he obviously surpassed the age of death that the healers had tagged on to him.

at around the age of three, he was already a curious baby, having finally learned to walk a little bit over a year ago. it seemed that even though he had not died, his reflexes and senses were a little bit slow, but once he was up and running at three, there was nothing to stop him. he loved to play outside in the snow with his older brother and sister and when his younger brother, ives, was born, he would bring him snow to play with inside. of course his mother would berate him every time as he wouldn't listen the first time around. his mother who had very little patience and tolerance, he made up for it ten-fold. he was a patient little baby, never fussy, rarely whiny, and when he would hurt himself, it would seem like nothing had happened to him at all. his father noticed at such a tender age that he had a high-tolerance for pain and although he was concerned, he didn't bother to get it checked out.

at seven, ( and it seemed at seven years old his brother and sister would show signs of magic ) he yearned for that day when he would do something that would show he had magical talent. it came about on a day when he was out fishing with his brother that he saw a puffin as it waddled over to them. he cocked his head as the puffin gawked at him. he gestured with a wave of his hand for the puffin to come closer, holding up a piece of fish he and his brother had caught not too long ago. the puffin neared closer and when he got it, he grabbed a hold of it, only to have the puffin stab it's beak into his arm, blood flowing everywhere. he growled in pain and squeezed the puffin until it turned into a bleeding pin-cushion. he dropped the puffin pin-cushion to the rocks and it bounced and fell into the sea below them. while it wasn't his first time seeing blood, it was the first time seeing at how beautifully silent the blood seemed to flow from his own wounds. from there, he wanted to see more.

there was a sheep that lived in their yard, one that came over from their neighbor's and his dad had threatened to kill the sheep if it treaded on his land again and that if his neighbor didn't put up a fence that he'd see his head on a stake from the deep pits of hell. his neighbor never listened. so one day when the sheep wandered back on their land, addi saw it as a chance to make his father proud and kill the sheep himself. at seven, it was odd, but he wasn't much like the rest of his family, he was different. by the time that he was done with the sheep, it almost looked unrecognizable. its eyes were gutted and the pupils mutilated. the stomach of the sheep was shredded into so many pieces that if his neighbor wanted to play puzzle with the sheep stomach, it would be nigh impossible. when his father found out about the sheep, from seeing his son basically bathing in a pool of red outside in their yard, he was extremely curious. there was nothing upsetting about his features, but oh boy did the look on their neighbors face make up for it! it was priceless.

his father, who was secretly watching from the window of their home was rather impressed with his son's finesse for using his hands in ways that others would or could not. however, the father took the blame for his sons appetite. realizing that his father was proud of him, it struck an insatiable thirst inside of him that screamed for his father's approval more and more.

nine years old and a younger, new girl had moved across the street from ireland. she wasn't used to the cold and she certainly didn't know the dialect of iceland. however, he didn't outright introduce himself to her and his family; his parents did that for him. but in a way, he was thankful for his parents introducing the family and having her family come over whenever they felt like. he figured it was because of his dad who was so familiar with the irish, but no matter, the young girl peaked his interest to an all-time high. she was awfully pretty, with big green eyes that could dazzle the socks off him every time he saw her. he befriended her after sometime and he realized that she was pretty much just like him. they shared in their slowly-forming sadist qualities and they bonded quite well. when she left for england when she turned eleven, he wouldn't see her again for eight years.

TWEEN!

as he hit the age of double-digits, the only thing he could do at this point was realize his ability to morph. he had read up in multiple books about how a metamorphmagi learned how to stabilize their ability. learned how to morph on their own without it seemingly click on and off on it's own. he remembered when he was two when his hair would turn lightning green and his mother would be alarmed, thinking that one of his elder siblings wanted to put paint in his hair. she would be proven wrong when his hair would change to a weasley-red right before her eyes. of course she knew from then what had happened and what her son was. and she was amazed.

anyway, as he had seen so many times before, he would change when he didn't want to and so he wanted to see if he could do something about it. his father had tried to help, but since he had no experience with being a metamorphmagi, he didn't know how to control such an ability and so he bought him books specifically on the many abilities that a wizard could attain, or could simply be born with as it seemed was his case. finding out that controlling his ability was going to take a lot of practice he would practice day in and day out to control his ability. it took him years to control it, but the payoff was remarkable.

however, in that time, addi morphed into something that he did not want to change into and had a very hard time changing back. the big black burly dog that he would morph into would eventually leave him as a laughing stock of his brothers. as he tried to change from his dog shape back to his normal self it was harder than he had imagined. he had been having a rather bad day and with the change came an almost permanent change if he didn't calm down. his brothers, who had found him struggling to change back, laughed and poked fun of him with sticks. they mushed his face into hot apple sauce, they chased after him and threw balls for him to catch and eventually started to throw rocks. he'd never been so humiliated, so vulnerable in his whole life and it was then that he realized that he would not let that happen to him again. once he changed back, it was hard for him to talk to his brothers for a very long time.

on his eleventh birthday, he received a dark hawk landing on the windowsill of his home. it rapped against his window and when he had let it in, the hawk didn't hesitate to fly in. in its claws was a very thick letter from durmstrang requesting his attendance for his first year and the future years to come. he'd heard highly of durmstrang and was very much delighted to be getting a letter from them. school would start in three weeks after the day he received his letter. his two older siblings had already gone off to durmstrang for their first few years and so he was excited to finally learn the things that they were learning.

adele and jóhannes would come home over christmas break and talk highly of the many spells they had learned and how impressed they were of their teachers and the structure of the school. they seemed to like it very much and so addi hoped that he in return would like it as well. at this point, his brother, ives, had not shown any sign of magic, and he was eight years old, a year past the rest of them showing their sign of magic. however, his parents were not disturbed by this fact, not yet anyway.

DURMSTRANG!

addi didn't know who he was as a person when he had stepped through durmstrang's doors, but the many months that he learned that this place was to find himself and to develop his thirst for an art that most schools did not spotlight, it made him realize that he wasn't as cute as people made him out to be. he was a popular student through his durmstrang years, people looked up to him in a way that others could never possibly attain and he was proud of that fact. his siblings always had something to say ( he figured they were just jealous ). over the years he was deemed an excellent student, a student that thrived to be great someday, a student that the professors wanted to teach because he had the willingness to learn. the only thing that his professors could honestly say was bad about him? he liked girls too much, but he would say it wasn't his fault that mr. johnson liked what he could sense.

when he turned fourteen he lost his virginity to a girl in his year, her name was thora, and she was really soft, really smooth, really hot. she was one of those girls at school for boys around his age, who wanted her in every fashion possible. she was fairly shy, sweet, she had a beautiful sense of humor and she had a body to die for. he'd been the one to find the small confidence in her where she was willing to comfortably talk to him, and eventually let him date her to then losing his virginity with her. after a few months with her however, things went downhill from there. he'd found out that his then best friend, orion alexandrov, had allegedly slept with thora. at that point, he was all up for never having a friend and for not bothering with having a girlfriend ever again.

his anger was more than he could bear, one because of the fact that his brother was branded as a squib because of his indirect ability to produce an ounce of good magic and the other because of the betrayal of his girlfriend and his best friend, and the week after breaking it off with thora, he'd lost all control of his emotions. while in the middle of defense and dueling, his professor was teaching them the unforgivable curses. of course for the days events, they were working specifically on the cruciatus curse. he'd been partnered with orion. without even blinking, addi had already said the word and his former best friend was writhing on the ground. he stood over him, his wand in his face and he dug the wand into his neck, piercing him. he was more than happy to see the blood flowing from the wound. from there, addi could tell you every single detail of what eventually happened to his best friend. his best friend was already on the ground, screaming for mercy and all addi could do was punch his face in. by the time it was almost over, he hadn't noticed that he'd turned into that black burly dog that he'd changed into and he'd practically been mauling the living hell out of his best friends body and face. when he'd been done with the whole entire 'i'm-going-to-kill-you-but-i'll-let-you-suffer-first' phase, he seemed to calm down enough to look up at professor, who seemed highly intrigued. of course he was intrigued by his morphing, but he was more intrigued by his lust for revenge, blood, and for the usage of his hands ( or paws in this case ). his professor would eventually take him under his wing and guide him down the beaten road of success that would eventually make addi into the ruthless killer he would later become.

after that year he was donned a second-in-command tzar for his fifth, sixth and seventh years and eventually the tzar, or the head boy in hogwarts terms.

a cold afternoon at the age of sixteen turned his world completely upside down. sitting under a tree studying for a class, it seemed that a dog that looked identical that the dog that he would turn into had showed up out of the blue. it was strange, very odd indeed, and when he'd realized that he was much too in trouble he couldn't defend himself in time. the dog had already charged itself at him and while he almost had a good hold of his wand, he dog sunk its incisors into his achilles. it was all it took before he'd screamed and soon after blanked out. it proved to be another humiliation, close to that of when his brothers mocked him. except that time he didn't land with a cane in his hand to help him walk, but this humiliation did. however, he didn't let this disability hold him back.

the embarrassment only made him strive to be better than everyone else. he'd graduated durmstrang with the best of grades amongst his whole school and he eventually ended up murdering his first two victims by this time. namely the assholes that decided to mock him while he had to depend on the use of his cane, now he'd get to mock them as they turned back to dust in the graveyards of durmstrang.

YOUNG KID TO ADULT!

by the time he graduated in 1982, addi was seeking something to do. he'd decided to become a healer; it was an odd profession for him to want to get into, but he'd proven to do well in alchemy and so he figured it would do him some good to work in an area where he could ward off his blood lust. it took a very long time, but he eventually got the hang of it on the innocent. during this time, he killed nine innocent muggleborns by injecting them with a toxin that was unrecognizable and extremely rare. he'd learn about the toxin while at durmstrang and he wanted to see its effects. it didn't show any kind of adverse effect, nothing outwardly changed about their bodies, they just . . . died in a rather unexpected way. if something was not going to work, he would use extreme measures and change into a patients doctor and 'doctor' them; to death.

he joined the death eaters when he turned nineteen, in the summer of 1984. he'd been a face in the back of his professor's mind since that day in his classroom when he was fourteen. apparently, the death eaters were looking for someone just like him. someone who could take on the appearance of someone else, who was a mastermind, and someone who was cool, relatively calm, and could act collected when the time came. but he was kept a secret for a very long time.

in 1985 as his first task, the founder of the s.s.s. (society for the support of squibs), idris oakby, was murdered by the information he was given by fellow death eaters. it was a way of telling his brother, ives, that there would be no support for him or for any other squib out there. it was his revenge towards the way his brother treated him that one day back in iceland. that same year, the death of walburga black had every person who knew her, or knew of her, to be at her funeral, he was one of the few that attended. it was after this that he finally made the move from norway ( where durmstrang is situated ) to england, where he noticed most of the action was. he picked up a job as a healer there and because of some of the members of the death eater organization, he soon made his way into the ministry, working as an on-site healer for the ministry officials. almost ten years down the road he would be inducted into the wizengamot for his precision and for his timely appearances.

in the midst of his claim to fame, he married fridrika o'malley, the girl he had met when he was nine years old. he'd met her once more and had found her to be fit to be a wife and a future mother. she would prove to be a great asset in his life as both and as the understanding, supportive wife that she would be today. she would give birth to his three children, noble and the two weird ones, mable and björk.

on october thirty-first, 1991, he helped smuggle in the mountain troll into hogwarts, with quirrel, which eventually ended up not working. but there was always a way around the problem. by the time that he was in the wizengamot he'd help alongside dolores umbridge, the pink mini-giant, to craft the anti-werewolf legislation, which would make it nearly impossible for werewolves like lupin to gain employment. the time around when arthur weasley was attacked, he'd helped behind that plan, but he only sat back and enjoyed the show. after the prophecies that led up to the losing of harry potter's prophecy, he'd been temporarily appointed to head of the hall of prophecies by the wizengamot, but was later kept in his position since he seemed to know how to take charge even in a position that he was a little inexperienced with. he did nothing with the prophecies per se, but he made sure that every living soul that went into his hall was accounted for, every move that his unspeakables made was too, and he made sure to keep his mouth shut because if he opened his mouth about a prophecy it was his head.

in 1997, when bill and fleur wed, he was the drive behind that attack as well, something that he's still proud about to this day. it seems like there's much too much to account for in addi's life, but he's got way more coming if you know what he means. with his vast influence as a healer, in the ministry and in his personal life, addi's a serious force to reckon with.

by the way, whatever dick head decided it was cool to murder his father is surely going to have something coming at them. word to wise.

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