<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 22pt;"><strong>Ser's Characters</strong></span><br/><br/><em>the chosen few</em><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/Random_911/large%20line.png)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>I. Rowan Hughes</strong></span> - <em>Parcelmouth, Bigot, Dark Wizard in Training</em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>II. Emily Morgan</strong></span> - <em>Burnout, Musician, Nature and Herbology Specialist</em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>III. Monahan</strong></span> - <em>Father, Nomad, Werewolf on the Run</em><br/><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/Random_911/small%20line%202.png)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>I. Rowan Hughes</strong></span><br/><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/Random_911/af6612b1-4590-4711-ba36-d6b0f766d474.jpg)<br/><br/><em>(( Dark Wizard | 17 | Asexual | Lawful Evil | Pride | Jim Parsons ))</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">BIO</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>1. BASICS</strong></span><br/>NAME | Rowan Niall Hughes (ROW-ahn; Red) (nAIal; Passionate) (hyOOz; Fire)<br/>NICKNAME(S), ORIGIN | Ro, used my many who are close to him<br/>SEX | Male<br/>DATE OF BIRTH | June 30<br/>AGE | 17<br/>PLACE OF BIRTH | Dublin, Ireland<br/>CURRENT ADDRESS | Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry<br/>NATIONALITY | Irish<br/>ETHNICITY | Caucasian; Irish, British, Welsh<br/>SEXUALITY | Asexual<br/>TRAITS |  <br/><em>Positive</em>: Disciplined, decisive, incorruptible, genuine, creative, alert.<br/><em>Neutral</em>: Introvert, mystical, formal, religious, stern, proud.<br/><em>Negative</em>: Greedy, presumptuous, steely, gloomy, strong-willed, complacent.<br/>OCCUPATION | Dark Wizard<br/>ARCHETYPE | The Rebel<br/>ALIGNMENT | Lawful Evil<br/>SIN | Pride<br/>STARSIGN | Cancer<br/>HOUSE | Slytherin<br/>AMORTENTIA | Leather; old books; fresh tobacco<br/>BOGGART | Himself, ridiculed and shamed<br/>QUOTE | “Unbound, Unbent, Unbroken” House Martel’s words, GoT<br/>SONG | Saviour - Rise Against<br/>SECRET |SO MANY OMFG<br/>LANGUAGES | Irish, British, Parcel<br/>FACE CLAIM | Jim Parsons<br/>OPEN | He are a asshat that are do asshat stuff and things.<br/>TRIGGER WARNINGS | Many mental illnesses (major depression, dissociation/depersonalization, PTSD, psychosis, sociopathy); bigoted morals, particularly misogyny; severe psychological manipulation; kidnapping; torture; attempted, accidental, and premeditated murder.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>2. PHYSICAL</strong></span><br/>BODY TYPE | Severe Ectomorph<br/>HEIGHT | 6’3<br/>WEIGHT | 145lbs<br/>HAIR | Very short brown hair, usually lightly tousled without care.<br/>EYES | Light, icy blue eyes; very piercing<br/>BIRTHMARKS | None<br/>DISFIGUREMENTS | None<br/>SCARS | None<br/>PIERCINGS | None <br/>TATTOOS | Chest, Family Crest<br/>ACCENT | British, almost too sophisticated and precise to be believable; heavy Irish slips out when very angry or drunk.<br/>HOW DO THEY DRESS | Casual: corduroy slacks; simple v-neck shirt; leather jacket; dress shoes. Formal: only the best of suits.<br/>WHAT DO THEY WEAR TO SLEEP | Loose jogging pants<br/>DO THEY WEAR JEWELRY | No<br/>WHAT DO THEY SMELL LIKE | Musty moth balls; bergamot; cigarette smoke<br/>ACCURATE MENTAL PICTURE? | Yes. His look is very calculated.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>3. PERSONALITY</strong></span><br/>QUIRK | Has a nervous twitch in his right eye; is nauseated when riding in a car, so he prefers to drive himself when required; corrects people when they use colloquial speech; refuses to drink anything with ice in it; writes with his left hand, but does everything else with right-handed.<br/><br/>HABITS | Ignores how others react to what he says; taps his fingers on any surface (usually his hip) when deep in thought or agitated; snaps fingers to get someone’s attention; fiddles with cigarette when smoking; excessive eye blinking when concentrating.<br/><br/>LIKES | Purebloods; putting down anyone with lesser intelligence; cigarettes; Butterbeer and anything with butterscotch; cold, windy winter nights; romantic movies; being alone; when he comes across someone with a weak will; rough textures; Earl Grey tea in a porcelain cup with precisely three sugar cubes and a splash of milk.<br/><br/>DISLIKES | Mudbloods; anyone who is smarter than him, particularly women; most authoritative figures; excessive drinking; overly inquisitive people; crowded events or any place with a lot of people around; being touched; hypocrites; swimming.<br/><br/>SELF-PERCEPTION | High self worth, akin to a God Complex. A master of his craft, Rowan believes he can get away with whatever his heart fancies with enough planning and dedication. He believes his actions will bring betterment to the world.<br/><br/>OTHERS’ PERCEPTION | Pompous, cruel, and set in his ways. Few find Rowan appealing to be around, even those who are relatively close to him. His tendency for bias and bigotry turns most off, but there are a few who share his views and they get along well enough for sociopaths.<br/><br/>WEAKNESSES | <br/><em>Overconfidence</em> - Rowan is overly certain of his intelligence, placing a wall between himself and nearly everyone around him. Since his self-perceived intelligence is so high, he believes he knows how to easily manipulate, bribe, or bully others to bend to his will. He does have an uncanny ability to do such, although he’s not quite as adept as he believes himself to be.<br/><em>Immutable</em> - The core beliefs and view of life that Rowan subscribes to is his lifeline; his bent of mind makes everything in his world make sense, and he refuses to waver. This makes him relatively predictable in his dealings, and can be manipulated into trust and complacency by those who make a show of following his rules.<br/><em>Pride</em> - His deadly sin. Not one to freely relinquish what he feels he is due, Rowan can become quite angry and vindictive if his sizable ego is bruised or is overlooked. In his eyes, he can do no wrong, and takes an unhealthy amount of pride in his accomplishments.<br/><br/>STRENGTHS |<br/><em>Loyal</em> - Rowan’s main strength is his strong adherence to his beliefs and the unshakeable bond with his snake, Beth. Also, he never goes back on his word, and is loyal to his “friends” up to the point they betray that loyalty, or when they’ve become redundant to his own plans.<br/><em>Dark Art Specialist</em> - Ever a creative mind, Rowan has flourished within the manipulative field of the Dark Arts. It’s more challenging than the regular stuff, and it’s also a lot more intuitive. He has created a few key spells that he uses with expertise quite regularly.<br/><em>Skilled Manipulator</em> - With his quit wit and years of study, Rowan plays on the emotions of those around him to achieve his goals. Be it with a bribe, a kind word, a threat, or a promise, in general he gets what he wants.<br/><br/>ASPIRATIONS | To continue his pursuits of knowledge within the Dark Arts; making connections with information and power that he can manipulate and use to his advantage; to get a grip on reality again.<br/><br/>FEARS | That the Dark Arts isn’t enough to fill the deep void in his soul; that he isn’t smart enough to finish his plans.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>4. RELATIONSHIPS</strong></span><br/>FATHER | Darwin Darcey Hughes; 60 (30 years his senior)<br/>MOTHER | Angie Leah Hughes; 49 (19 years his senior)<br/>SIBLINGS | None<br/>COUSINS | Vincent Ridgewell; 17 - Patricia Ridgewell; 15<br/>OPEN: Rowan tends to shy away from any deep relationships, relying solely on himself and his manipulative nature to get him where he needs to go.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>5. HISTORY</strong></span><br/><em>Trigger Warning - mental disorders; torture; suicide; murder</em><br/><br/>Rowan Hughes is the only child of the Pureblood fanatics Darwin and Angie Hughes. Born in Dublin, Ireland, Rowan grew up with the heavy influences of Pureblood superiority. His father follows the old ways, treating Angie with disdain and forcing the meek woman to perform basic "wifely" duties, not allowing her to have a job. Rowan has picked up on this, and treats all women with this same frame of mind.<br/><br/>Having been involved in the Wizarding world since birth, Rowan has a healthy respect for power. He has always been sharp with his mind and his words, and learned from an early age that he was smarter than most people his age, and even a few adults he came across. Manipulation came as second nature for him, and he quickly grasped that he could make people do as he wanted with just the right wording. This ability gave him great pleasure, especially when used against women, who he perceives to have a weaker mind. However, because of his mother's docile nature, Rowan has a tendency to overestimate this influence, and has been burned by those who catch on to his tactics more times than he's willing to admit. Shortly after his 10th birthday, on which he had received a pet Garter Snake named Beth, his father walked in on him talking to it. Darwin was ecstatic! Not only was his son relatively brilliant with words, but he was a Parselmouth. This was yet another thing to add to Rowan's ballooning ego.<br/><br/>When it came time to enter the esteemed wizarding school of Hogwarts, Rowan was excited to finally be able to learn magic. However, that excitement quickly turned to boredom. He grasped concepts easily, could cast spells as quickly as he was shown them, and soon found classes to be tiresome and irritating. He spent most of his class time bullying the slower students relentlessly, much to the ire of his professors. Outside of class, he bullied those same students even more, and got quite the reputation in his first year along with his cousin Vincent as a prankster. As the years went on, he started reading about and eventually dabbling in the Dark Arts. This was more his style, as it was more complicated than the basic stuff they taught the Mudbloods, and he was finally learning something worth learning. This fascination cultivated itself during his years at the school, completely enveloping the mind and soul of the boy.<br/><br/>In the lull of summer between third and fourth year, Rowan and Vincent attempted to draw in another Pureblood, Juliet, to their duo of pranking. This prank was to be a nice little scare for the girl, a taste of what she could do with the two boys. It didn't turn out that way. Instead of the simple scare, it turned into heartbreak as Rowan's pet snake, Beth, ended up eating one of Juliet's dearest pet rats. The trust she had shown the two boys, simply to have it broken, was enough to harden Rowan, having him throw everything into empowering himself so that none could hurt him the way he had hurt Juliet. It was the beginning of his true story, but he grieved for the lost chance at friendship, always having a soft spot for the girl, regardless of how she ignored him.<br/><br/></span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Fog of Summer, 2016</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/>In his sixth year, he banded with a few others who shared his viewpoints, and they started a club, unofficially dubbed the Gruesome Foursome. It was a way for him to practice his passion, and oppress the stupid ones even more. However, that was short lived. After only a year, the four students fell prey to reality, each going down a separate path that drew them all apart. During the first few months of his seventh year, Rowan and a Ravenclaw girl in his intimate group named Eugenia started to develop feelings for each other. Shortly after they professed their feelings, Eugenia suddenly disappeared, leaving the Slytherin to wonder what happened to his little Bird. The following months saw another the other two of his group -cousin Vincent and his girlfriend Willa- crack and break apart, ultimately leading to Willa's demise at the hands of a rogue spirit months later. Vincent was driven to the edge as he had found the body of his girlfriend, while Rowan had gone down a different path of similar mental anguish.<br/><br/>His mind had started to spin out of control during the slow decay of his group, desperately grasping at whatever made sense at the time. After Eugenia had left the school, Rowan decided to run a twofold test: release some his angst and feelings of betrayal, and practice a spell of his own making -the Black Flame- on a seemingly easy target, Ariana of house Gryffindor. The girl, however, proved to be much more than the simple minded figure she chose to show the world, and after an attempt on his life, Rowan had a new found respect for her. However, he didn't trust his new "friend", deciding to have Beth spy on the girl as an added measure of protection. After this successful test, he threw himself wholly into mastering the spell, withdrawing from his few friends for two months. During this time, he acquired a pass to the Forbidden Section of the library, and made it his second home, all the while getting to know the librarian, an exchange student named Caoimhe.<br/><br/>At the end of November, the Snake had a run in with Vincent's sister, where his snake, Beth, had attacked the poor girl in defense. Paranoia, guilt, and a sense of losing control took a firm grasp of Rowan's mind, making him isolate even more. The Snake then decided to avoid his entire family, particularly Vincent with whom he shared a dorm, choosing to spend all his free time, including sleeping, in the Forbidden Section of the library. There, Caoimhe and Rowan spent even more time together, sowing seeds of trust that would soon bloom into poison. However, the paranoia that had cultivated in his mind grew during this time, going so far as to make the Snake stay at the school over Christmas Break rather than face the awkwardness and guilt at a family get together. His major fallout with Vincent on December 6th made that decision all the easier to make. The two had words over the incident with Patricia, Vincent's sister, and with the level of alcohol involved, suffice to say it wasn't pretty. Compounded upon this was the mysterious posters that had appeared just days before Christmas Break, on which Rowan was ridiculed for being such an awkward loner of whom even his family had no use for.<br/><br/>At the beginning of the next term, Rowan is aproached by Ari, who throws the poster in his face, saying she knows who did it. The two then join forces and go after another Gryffindor girl, Cal, with an elaborate plan to scare the shit out of the fiery Lioness. However, once the plan was acted upon later that month, Ari's true intent came to light as Rowan watched Cal fall to her death down five full flights of the Grand Stairway. After the ill begot alliance with the troublesome girl had gone awry, and Rowan realized he was directly responsible for the death of a fellow student, his mind began to teeter closer and closer to insanity. These few cracks finally drew him to seek forgiveness of his cousin, Vincent.<br/><br/>Vincent gave him a chance, but it was all for naught. The former pranksters extraordinaire had a falling out over the prank they had concocted for Valentine's Day, which threw Juliet, and each other, forever out of their lives. This failure, and the maddeningly bitter farewells of the two people who truly shaped his life, made the Snake decide to do the single most stupid thing in his life thus far.<br/><br/>Unsure of what exactly he was doing, Rowan gathered his parchment in the library and reread the notes he had on Caoimhe. He was certain she was actually a Merrow, and Merrow had tears, and Merrow tears were worth a lot of money in the underground. Kidnapping the poor thing, he used emotional torture to extract the tears, but would end up spilling as many of his own across his emotionally torn face. The person who he sells the tears to follows him, and sets up the boy so that he has to release Caoimhe. Torn even more from the lows he went to for a measly profit, Rowan runs into the arms of another outcast Slytherin, Gwen, who had recently returned from a trip to Askaban for her involvement of the murder of Willa and a few other students. The two drew solace in each other, at least for a while.<br/><br/>The weekend before graduation, Juliet was found dead from suicide. The poor girl had attempted it already two weeks prior with a potion of endless sleep, but this time it was real. This struck Rowan harder than anything else before, and he clutched to Gwen, suffocating the flighty girl. Two days later, simply because she could, this supposed friend sold him out to the authorities, telling them of his abilities within the Dark Arts, his kidnapping of Caoimhe, and his part in the death of Cal. This was the final straw for the young man. As he was confronted by the Ministry, his mind snapped. A wild look overtook his eyes, and he spastically threw spells the ministry members, including the Black Flame. He was promptly placed into the psychiatric ward of St. Mungo's, where he spent his nights as his fellow students celebrated their graduation and moved on with their lives.<br/><br/>A couple months passed, and his mind slowly began to piece itself back together. With the help of an easily manipulated student Healer, Rowan managed to devise a plan of escape. He acquired the ingredients for two polyjuice potions from the Healer, then killed a guard who was delivering supper. Rowan staged the guard's body to look like a suicidal hanging, swapped places using the potions, and escaped St. Mungo's while under the easy guise of death.<br/><br/>Now, Rowan roams free, seeking shelter where he can while honing his Dark Arts as best he can. His mind is still mending, but his goal is clear. Love is a weakness. It's easier to kill. And forget.</span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/><br/>This was all a dream. A psychotic break that lasted an entire summer. None of this really happened, but it sure as shit felt real to the poor Snake. The one thing that was most vivid, however, was the kidnapping of Caoimhe. Hell, he even had a few scars where fingernails had raked his arms during the struggle...<br/><br/>7th year would be most interesting for the Snake, as he tried to separate dreams from reality.<br/></span></div></div></div><br/><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/Random_911/small%20line%202.png)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>II. Emily Morgan</strong></span><br/><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/Random_911/fc73b322-80a2-49ce-ada7-9707df8bc524.jpg)<br/><br/><em>(( Burnout | 18 | Heteroflexable | Chaotic Good | Lust | Willa Holland ))</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">BIO</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">1. BASICS</span></strong><br/>NAME | Emily Morgan<br/>NICKNAME(S), ORIGIN | None<br/>SEX | Female<br/>DATE OF BIRTH | February 19<br/>AGE | 18<br/>PLACE OF BIRTH | London, England<br/>CURRENT ADDRESS | Apartment above Dogweed and Deathcap, Hogsmead; Girls Dormitory Bed #9, Griffindor Tower, Hogwarts<br/>NATIONALITY | British<br/>ETHNICITY | Caucasian; British, German, Scottish<br/>SEXUALITY | Heteroflexable<br/>TRAITS |  <br/><em>Positive:</em> Spontaneous, firm, venturesome, undogmatic, eloquent, passionate<br/><em>Neutral:</em> Extrovert, soft, unchanging, idosyncratic, folksy, questioning.<br/><em>Negative:</em> Artificial, uncharitable, pretentious, airy, fiery, unrealistic.<br/>OCCUPATION | Herbologist<br/>ARCHETYPE | The Jester<br/>ALIGNMENT | Chaotic Good<br/>SIN | Lust (crave, hunger, covet, yearn)<br/>STARSIGN | Pisces<br/>HOUSE | Griffindor<br/>AMORTENTIA | Dirt; fresh cut grass; the tangy tin scent of fresh blood<br/>BOGGART | A huge, looming, closed door, seemingly about to crush her.<br/>QUOTE | “Life’s for the living so live it, or you’re better off dead” - Passenger<br/>SONG | I Lived - One Republic<br/>LANGUAGES | English<br/>FACE CLAIM | Willa Holland<br/>TRIGGER WARNINGS | Drug Use; Abandonment Issues. <br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">2. PHYSICAL</span></strong><br/>BODY TYPE | Banana; 34-25-34<br/>HEIGHT | 5’7<br/>WEIGHT | 123lbs<br/>HAIR | Deadly straight, mousy brown hair; rarely ever using a brush, it’s never tangled; is typically worn in a messy bun with long bangs framing her face.<br/>EYES | Dull jade with specs of gold; simultaneously warm and cool, her gaze can be attentive and whimsical or disinterested and glazed.<br/>BIRTHMARKS | None<br/>DISFIGUREMENTS | None<br/>SCARS | None<br/>PIERCINGS | Ears: both lobes, one each. Facial: nose stud, left nostril<br/>TATTOOS | None<br/>ACCENT | Heavy British, almost slurred at times<br/>HOW DO THEY DRESS | Casual/day-to-day: oversize, baggy shirt or sweater over a tight tank; leggings or skinny jeans; clunky army boots; leather jackets. Formal: simple, swishy, comfortable dresses; clunky army boots if able, if not she will go for chucks that match her dress; her “formal”, black leather jacket, regardless of venue<br/>WHAT DO THEY WEAR TO SLEEP | boy shorts and a tank<br/>DO THEY WEAR JEWELRY | Yes - a cluster of leather bracelets on her left wrist, one for each birthday; a pair of dangling, 3” wooden earrings shaped as drumsticks; simple silver rings (has one for each finger/thumb, but randomly chooses and wears a max of four on any given day)<br/>WHAT DO THEY SMELL LIKE | Stale pot smoke; earthy, from dirt and fresh plant clippings; sweat mixed with Balm of Gilead, which she uses instead of deodorant.<br/>ACCURATE MENTAL PICTURE? | Pretty accurate, yes. She likes to give the air that she doesn't give a fuck, but she takes a lot of care to look that way. It's surprisingly hard work to look this carefree.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">3. PERSONALITY</span></strong><br/>QUIRK | Is, surprisingly, a very active stoner - she will often clean up and organize her space, urge others to go on an adventure, or simply rock out; is super bad with names, but doesn’t trust anyone who can’t remember hers; collects little jars of dirt or sand from each place she visits; has an uncanny sense of direction, but gets easily turned around when inside a building; sarcastic and dry humor, with a tendency to elaborate; can come off as blunt and has almost no filter, but she’s genuine with most of her words.<br/><br/>HABITS | Salutes with two fingers instead of waving hello; talks with a full mouth; taps absently (with fingers/drumsticks/pencils/etc) on random objects when distracted or bored; slouches; is never without a guitar pick or two, on which she chews on when nervous; rolls eyes and/or raises her left eyebrow when annoyed; will take on just about any dare, disregarding personal safety; has a swagger to her walk that transitions into almost a skip when she’s happy; studies faces almost too long with a blank stare if she’s trying to remember a name (which is often).<br/><br/>LIKES | Writing epic guitar riffs and drum solos; paying sweet, sweet tunes on either the guitar or her drum set (on both of which she is totally awesome); Cult Films - mostly old school black ‘n white monster type stuff; smoking pot and listening to music, usually punk, reggae, rock, and most bands from the 90’s underground/grunge era; flirting with every boy she comes across, and a couple ladies of choice; being a general badass; anything to do with nature; being outside in the rain, or the sun, or the snow.<br/><br/>DISLIKES | Mouthy pinheads who have superiority complexes; men in authority (more distrust than dislike); boring people; boring, mundane situations; complex math, science, writing, or any other subject outside her forte; alcohol; the colour yellow; anything to do with pumpkins; Superhero movies; Country Music; too much physical contact; housework when she’s not stoned.<br/><br/>SELF-PERCEPTION |Knowing full well how much a flake she can be, she owns it. In fact, she believes that she owns every aspect of herself, aside from her fear of abandonment and all the effects that come along with it. She just ignores that part, because it’s easier than dealing with it head on. All in all, she’s convinced that she’s a hoot to be with, no matter the situation, and genuinely thinks she does the best for her friends.<br/><br/>OTHERS’ PERCEPTION | A total flaky stoner who is always down for adventures. To those who don’t know her, she comes across as disinterested and uncaring, other times understanding and helpful. It all depends on how she feels about the situation and people involved. To those who are close, however, she is a steadfast friend who will move the earth itself for them. Authority figures, especially men due to her distrust, tend to view her as irresponsible and a bit of a cheeky mouthpiece mixed with a healthy dose of innate knowledge of the natural world.<br/><br/>WEAKNESSES | <br/><em>Live-in-the-moment Enabler</em> - friend, you got boy/girl/parent/teacher/dragon issues and want revenge? Let’s do it! Need an adventure to get your mind off things? I’m in! Want to shirk your responsibilities because you hate them? I’ll join ya! --although this  could be a strength, she’s too short-sighted to see any negative consequences to this “let’s go” attitude, simply wanting to help her friends feel better asap.<br/><em>Blunt</em> - since she’s short-sighted, she doesn’t always realize how harsh her words can be. She does mean the best, though it rarely comes across as such.<br/><em>Forgetful</em> - usually when it comes to plans, homework, and names, her mind is a sieve. Unless she deals with someone every day, and sometimes even then, chances are she’ll forget their name.<br/><em>Jealousy</em> - although she hides it to most everyone, she can become easily jealous. This comes from an insecurity that she’s not good enough. She’s scared that eventually, her friends, family, and everyone close to her will abandon her.<br/><br/>STRENGTHS |<br/><em>Herbology, Potions, CoMC</em> - her mother owns Dogweed and Deathcap, and her years spent under this influence has made her rather adept in the assocated fields. Her love of animals and general attitude of acceptance makes CoMC almost second nature.<br/>Laid back - she tends to accept everyone and every situation as they are, mostly because she couldn’t be bothered to delve below the surface.<br/><em>Stable and Spontaneous</em> - having grown up in small Hogsmead, she yearns for any and all adventure yet longs for those singular moments of peace.<br/><em>Fiery Defender</em> - At a moment’s notice, she’ll stand up for herself and her friends. Although typically her “come what may” attitude dominates, if rouse by slander etc, her anger can be terrifying.<br/><em>Deeply Sentimental</em> - aside from her collection of dirt in jars, she adds a bracelet on every birthday. She also keeps everything, and I mean everything, that her friends give her.<br/><br/>ASPIRATIONS | Simply to live in the moment, drinking in whatever adventure comes her way.<br/><br/>FEARS | Being ((dying)) alone; that she’s not good enough; abandonment<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">4. RELATIONSHIPS</span></strong><br/>FATHER | Samuel Morgan; 24 years older; remarried<br/>MOTHER | Victoria Morgan; 22 years older; divorced and single<br/>SIBLINGS | 2 Step Brothers, Raymond and Cory<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">5. HISTORY</span></strong><br/>Emily Louise Morgan was born in London, England, to parents Victoria and Samuel Morgan, although the family was actually located in the magical village of Hogsmead. Being an only child, Emily was encouraged to assist in looking after the family business, a small Herbology shop by the name of Dogweed and Deathcap. Her younger years were filled with wonder and unbridled acceptance. Aside from the basics of the shopkeep life, her parents encouraged her to do whatever tickled her fancy. However, as she grew older, she started to resent living in such a small location. Granted, the frequent visits from the students of nearby Hogwarts filled the months of school with a nice distraction, they were a lot older than her, and she wasn't allowed to mingle. She grew bored, and quickly. Ever since she realized that there's a world out there, bigger than her village, she yearned for adventure. She ended up learning to play both the guitar and drums as a way to entertain herself. They've become an increasing sense of escapism for her as her ability has grown.<br/><br/>Upon receiving her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts, she was excited for the change of scenery. The first three years were hard on her, though. She wasn't permitted to visit Hogsmead with the older students, despite her family living and owning a shop there. Just a short distance away was her family, and although she hated the confines of the village itself, she missed them immensely during these three years. The hardships grew, however, in the middle of her second year.<br/><br/>Visiting home for Christmas -one of the few times during the school year she was permitted back home- she arrived to find the shop closed, and the small apartment upstairs dark. There, shrouded in darkness, she found her mother, drunk off sleeping potions, clutching a parchment. When Emily hesitantly took the parchment from her unconscious mother's hands, she noticed it was a letter written in the loose, carefree hand of her father. She hastily read every word twice, shock befalling her. The day before, he had left her, her mother, their shop. All for another man. He said he was sorry for all the lies, and the pain he was going to cause them, but that this was something he needed to do. For him. For them. For Emily.<br/><br/>That Christmas wasn't the same without him, but Emily tried to make it as bright and cheery for her mother as possible. Together, they got through it, despite the tears, despite the pain, despite the betrayal. "This will only make us stronger," she whispered to her mother when she went into crying fits. "I love you, mom."<br/><br/>Emily decided to stay home for the second half of the year. Victoria was broken, and someone needed to be there not only to help Victoria keep it together, but also to look after the shop. Things settled down enough for Emily to return to school the following year, though she was forced to redo Second Year due to her absence. Emily took it in stride, however. She knew that what she had done was the right thing to do, for both herself and her mother.<br/><br/>Five years later, Emily has filled the hole in her heart with something more pure, something easy, something green. In her final year at Hogwarts, the Lioness continues to seek adventure, play her instruments, and support her mother, but now with a little chip on her shoulder and a few suffering grades. She'll never again see the world with rose-tinted glasses, but there's still things of beauty out there. Usually, they're just a stroll, riff, or toke away.<br/><br/></span></div></div></div><br/><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/Random_911/small%20line%202.png)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>III. Monahan (Brenden Moore)</strong></span><br/><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/Random_911/f7b9891f-ec71-42cb-997e-c515ea188d9e.jpg)<br/><br/><em>(( Nomad | 30 | Panexual | True Neutral | Wrath | Sasha Marini ))</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">BIO</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>1. BASICS<br/></strong></span>NAME | Brenden (Prince) Mirko (Peaceful) Moore (Bog)<br/>NICKNAME(S), ORIGIN | Monahan (Monk); a name he chose for himself after turning.<br/>SEX | Male<br/>DATE OF BIRTH | December 12<br/>AGE | 30<br/>PLACE OF BIRTH | San Benedetto del Tronto, Italy<br/>CURRENT ADDRESS | Epping Forest, Essex<br/>NATIONALITY | Italian<br/>ETHNICITY | Caucasian; Italian, Greek, Irish<br/>SEXUALITY | Pansexual<br/>TRAITS |  <br/><em>Positive</em>: Suave; charming; calm; decisive; constant; individualistic.<br/><em>Neutral</em>: Introvert; noncommittal; stylish; tough; big-thinking; skeptical.<br/><em>Negative</em>: Sordid; apathetic; deceitful; fanatical; gullible; repentant.<br/>OCCUPATION | Nomad<br/>ARCHETYPE | The Caregiver<br/>ALIGNMENT | True Neutral<br/>SIN | Wrath ( manifestation: selfishness, egoistic, paranoia, narcissism)<br/>STARSIGN | Sagittarius<br/>HOUSE | Hufflepuff Alumnus<br/>AMORTENTIA | Fresh rain; sickly sweet yet stale pastries; wet fur.<br/>PATRONUS | Wolf (duh) - Loyalty; Cunning; Intuition; Intelligence; Independence; Compassionate; Communication<br/>BOGGART | The Full Moon (cliche, I know. Might change this up)<br/>QUOTE | “Some people think this is paranoia, but it isn't. Paranoids only think everyone is out to get them. Wizards know it.” ― Terry Pratchett, Sourcery<br/>SONG | The Wolves - Ben Howard<br/>SECRET | HE ARE A WEREWOLF, ZOMG<br/>LANGUAGES | Irish; Italian; English; Greek; German; Dutch<br/>FACE CLAIM | Sasha Marini<br/>OPEN | Has two wolves that follow him around everywhere. Most think they are simply his pets, but in reality they are his two daughters.<br/>TRIGGER WARNINGS | Murder; brutality; rape; dismemberment<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>2. PHYSICAL</strong></span><br/>BODY TYPE | <br/>HEIGHT | 6’1<br/>WEIGHT | 188lbs<br/>HAIR | Black, with a light dusting of grey; tussled without care, but kept short. Black beard; also streaked with grey, albeit much more prominent; typically kept long and thick to hide the mass of scars around his neck and cheeks.<br/>EYES | Darkest of brown, nearly black; very weary, there are perpetual black bags and many a wrinkle.<br/>BIRTHMARKS | None<br/>DISFIGUREMENTS | Missing his left pinky and ring finger; his right ear was mangled and sloppily regrown, leaving it a mess.<br/>SCARS | Many, many scars cover his body, the most distinguishing being: a sizable, jagged circle of bite marks adorn his left side just below the ribs; both arms and legs are a patchwork of scars, most notably his left hand which is nearly all scar tissue due to the sheer volume; three long, wide scars that traverse his back from nape to ass; a mass of scars run across his neck, just below the jaw, crisscrossing up and over his cheeks.<br/>PIERCINGS |  None.<br/>TATTOOS | None; he does have a brand of a bloody claw on his right forearm - the symbol of one under the leadership of the Khan clan.<br/>ACCENT | He has a very peculiar accent, taking aspects predominantly from Britain, Ireland and Italy, and it makes his speech very difficult to understand as each word has a specific country's tilt to it regardless of the language spoken.<br/>HOW DO THEY DRESS | Surprisingly stylish for a nomad - always casual, always functional, yet always flattering; tight garments with layers of flowing fabric; often ripped and dirty.<br/>WHAT DO THEY WEAR TO SLEEP | He hardly ever changes when he sleeps, only adding or subtracting layers as is needed.<br/>DO THEY WEAR JEWELRY | Very little, but he does have an odd love for thick and sturdy leather bracelets and collars.<br/>WHAT WOULD THEY CHANGE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE | Absolutely nothing. His wardrobe is functional and hardly matters, while his scars remind him why he’s fighting.<br/>WHAT DO THEY SMELL LIKE | Sweat, dirt, blood and tears.<br/>ACCURATE MENTAL PICTURE? | He’s not very self-aware anymore, despite always being so much in his own head. He just doesn’t care that much about how he looks.<br/>OPEN |<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>3. PERSONALITY</strong></span><br/>SELF-PERCEPTION | Monahan is not very self aware. He doesn’t really see himself in any light other than the last bastion of safety for his daughters. When he does think of himself, it’s all full of pain and regret, weakness upon weakness. He views himself as a broken man that has only one thing left to fight for. He is a failure in his own eyes.<br/><br/>OTHERS’ PERCEPTION | Dirty, crazed, and oddly charming. When he’s in a good mood, Monahan is able to charm the pants off of anyone he comes in contact with. More oft than not, he’s sour and foul and suspicious and has a palpable aura of disdain and anger that resonates from his eyes. People tend to stay away from him as he makes them feel incredibly uncomfortable.<br/><br/>WEAKNESSES | <br/>Paranoid - Years on the run has taken their toll on the man. He is always looking over his shoulder, suspicious of everyone, and leaves little to chance. Skittish in even the safest of environments, he is always tense and tends to get worked up over nothing.<br/>Over Controlling - His need to protect his daughters leaves very little room for actually living. He tends to keep them on a tight leash, and this striving for survival leaves his family with little pleasure. He is so overbearing that his daughters wonder if this life is worth it, as a life of fear is no life at all.<br/>His Daughters - They are the center of his world. His guilt drives him to protect them at all costs, even to the detriment of his own safety and sanity. Many a time he will jump to conclusions, preferring to act first and think later if he suspects even a little hostility towards his children.<br/><br/>STRENGTHS |<br/>Wilderness Master - His time spent with the clan, the schooling at Hogwarts, and the many years on the run have given Monahan the upper hand when it comes to nature. He knows all manner of plants and their uses, can transverse and survive in any possible European climate, and has sharp senses that are finely tuned to the song of the wilds.<br/>Charming and Suave - When he deems it necessary, the wolf can don sheeps clothing and parade around with the best of them. He is good at manipulating social situations, but only for a short period of time as his melancholic nature fights him at every step. This strength has been dwindled drastically as the years of hiding grows.<br/>Passionate and Dedicated - Once he has chosen a course of action, Monahan strikes with precision. He is unwavering in his decisions, and follows through with zeal. <br/><br/>ASPIRATIONS | To give his daughters every chance at living, no matter the cost.<br/><br/>FEARS | Most of his greatest fears have already come true. He now fears the utter annihilation of the remainder of his family.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>4. RELATIONSHIPS</strong></span><br/>FATHER | Name Forgotten, 70’s, estranged<br/>MOTHER | Name Forgotten, 70’s, estranged<br/>SIBLINGS | 2 older brothers, "names forgotten", 50's, estranged; older sister, name "forgotten", 50’s, estranged<br/>SIGNIFICANT OTHER | Delilah Moore (Saria), 20's, dead<br/>CHILDREN | 5 Werewolf Cubs; 3 boys, deceased; 2 girls, Summer and June, 4<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>5. HISTORY</strong></span><br/><em>Trigger Warning - murder, brutality, rape</em><br/><br/>Brenden Moore was born to middle-aged parents in the sprawling seaside city of San Benedetto del Tronto, Italy. His mother, a sweet owner-operator of the bakery “Pane e Burro” (Bread and Butter), was a muggle who had fallen in love with his father, an Irish liaison between the Italian Council of Magic and the British Ministry of Magic. Their companionship and love for each other was strong, and it begot them three children -two boys and a girl, the eldest- early on in their marriage. Some 20 years later, the couple had a surprise in the form of a third boy, Brenden. Overjoyed, they raised their new baby boy to be thoughtful and gracious and hardworking.<br/><br/>His childhood was largely spent in his mother’s bakery with the odd tour of the Italian Council of Magic. Both worlds were equally impressed upon the boy. When not in muggle school, he would often spend his time wandering the city or swimming by the docks. Swimming was one of his favorite pastimes, usually leaving him feeling full of vigor, oldy relaxed, and ready to take on the day. He had a happy first few years, even though all three of his siblings were much older. In fact, he was quite close to all three of them, spending as much time as possible with his sister most of all, who had married rich and lived in a mansion high atop a hill overlooking the city and sea below. His brothers were also great fun, teasing Brenden relentlessly as brothers do but always making sure he was safe and taken care of. The family dynamic was perfect for this latecomer, and he thrived in the warm and supportive atmosphere.<br/><br/>Upon turning eleven, the fated day where he knew a letter may or may not come informing him of his wizarding powers, his father took the day off so as to be there when the letter arrived. As fate would have it, it did! All four of the Moore children were officially magical, and Mr. Moore was ecstatic. He quickly cleared his schedule for the next week, intent on taking the boy through the floo network to his childhood school of Hogwarts in Britain. Of course Monahan would go there, all the Moores had. After the whirlwind trip, the boy spent the following nine months daydreaming of what it would be like going to the immense school that was part of his family’s heritage. It was a long nine months.<br/><br/>The years at Hogwarts passed slowly and without incident for the boy, but he was content just being a part of his family’s world. Never one to fall below or rise above the average, he simply glided along in elation and typical Hufflepuff happiness. Eventually, he was gifted the title of Prefect, and he took to the roll with ease. He really shone in the leadership role, and did his best to make sure all his fellow Badgers were well taken care of. He had a lot of role models in the form of his family, and truly the boy came into his own. He had never been so happy. During his first year as prefect, he befriended a first year girl named Morgaine. Their friendship bloomed over the following years, and he came to look at her as a little sister of sorts as time went on.<br/><br/>Also during his first year as Prefect, he and his fellow Prefect from Ravenclaw, Delilah, became quite close, eventually dating by their sixth year. Shortly after graduation, the two decided to tie the knot and moved back to Brenden’s home town with the intent of taking over his mother’s bakery and starting a family of their own. The girl was quickly accepted as one of the Moore family, and the pair became inseparable. Short squabbles and disagreements littered the first two years, but it ultimately drew them closer to each other with how easily they communicated. Monahan was so intensely happy with his life, and he couldn’t have asked for more.<br/><br/>When the duo was 22, they decided to travel to Ireland to visit family in the area. Both of them had relatives there, and they relished the idea of a quick adventure before really settling down and starting to have kids. The trip was exactly what they needed, and they decided to spend their last night wandering a lightly wooded area just outside the quaint village where Delilah’s family made their home. The near full moon was more than enough light for the two as they strolled hand in hand, discussing the future and possible children names and which grandparent they should honor with a namesake and wondering if it would be a boy or a girl first. The silence surrounding them swallowed their words, but they paid it no mind as it was late, albeit almost too late to be wandering in the woods with such an early norming awaiting them.<br/><br/>It really was too late. A sudden flurry of howls and laughter and bodies descended from the darkness surrounding them, so sudden in fact that they couldn’t draw their wands before being hit with a simple spell. “Stupify.”<br/><br/>Waking up groggily, Brenden noticed he was tied quite tightly to a post with his wife beside him in a similar manner. They had no idea what was going on, or where they were, or what day it was. During his attempt to calm the fear that threatened to eat away at his insides, the young man took notice of a pair of eyes staring at he and his wife from the shadows before him. A soft chortle rung out, rattling his bones and making his hair stand on end. He could feel Delilah freeze and hear her light gasp as she, too, now saw the eyes. “Welcome to my lair, recruits.” Before they could retort, a creak and a clash heralded a window opening above them -they were in a shack of sorts- revealing the full moon was just about to rise through the gloomy twilight of dusk. Their heads shot back towards the body before them as it stepped forward into the growing moonlight.<br/><br/>“You may call me Khan.”<br/><br/>The man had a wicked grin on his face that, before their very eyes, grew great fangs as his laughter grew deeper in mirth and tone, louder and louder and louder, until it peaked in a pained gasp. Arching his back, the man named Khan screamed at the moon in a shrill howl as his body contorted and grew and sprouted fur. “My god, he’s a werewolf,” whispered Brenden, eyes wide with fear and rage and bewilderment. Out of nowhere, the beast suddenly shot toward Delilah and took her right thigh into his mouth, her accompanying scream of pain mixing with Brenden’s own cry of rage. Daggers were shot between the man and the wolf as Khan let go of the crying woman and leveled his head with Brenden. He almost convinced himself he could see the gleam of glee in the creature’s eye, and then another flash of white fur and Brenden’s left side was filled with fire, an unbidden scream of pain escaping his lips as loud as his wife’s just moments before.<br/><br/>The transformation was painful. It was anguish. The worst part, however, is that it was all planned. They later found out that it was happenstance that the two of them were chosen. Unlucky for the first time in his life, it had struck in the worst way possible. And the transformation was just the beginning of the pain the pair would endure over the next few years. The clan of Khan was one of the most organized and feared werewolf clans in all of Europe, largely due to Khan’s ruthless precision in maintaining order for his pack. Every new recruit was trained -a month, a year, as long as it took- to follow orders or be beaten and caged and starved. Eventually, they all bent to his will or were killed under the strain of the brutality. The Moore’s were quick to learn the way of their new “family”, and reluctantly allowed themselves to be swallowed by the pack. They were smart, and had seen other recruits simply waste away in their aversion to the rules. Survival was all that mattered, and to survive they had to play by the rules. Simple as that. Soon, Brenden and Delilah Moore were no more: Monahan and Saria now stood together with their new brothers and sisters as peons of Khan.<br/><br/>Every full member was given Wolfsbane the night before their transformation, so as not to cause undue harm to the delicate structure Khan had worked so hard to attain. One night, during their fourth year, the pair were out on assignment during a full moon. They had managed to find a safe house for the transformation, but somehow Monahan had misplaced his Wolfsbane potion. He had no time to do anything about it, as the moon was about to come out. That night proved to be his greatest regret, and his greatest blessing. Out of his mind with the lack of the potion, he raped his wife while they were both in wolf form. The next morning, they awoke in each other's arms, both crying and sore and sorry and hurting from the depths of their hearts. The memory of that night would eternally be seared in his mind, relived over and over. It would haunt him for years to come.<br/><br/>Few cases were documented of werewolves copulating in wolf form, and it was strictly forbidden by Khan. Although the offspring were intelligent, they were also of little use to the ruthless leader and the idea was simply a waste of time. The pair knew they would be leading their unborn children, and perhaps even themselves, to a certain death if they returned. So, they did the only thing they could do. They ran.<br/><br/>Nine moons passed, and on the final phase Saria -in wolf form- gave birth to a pack of five beautiful wolf pups. When the transformation had run its course, the couple cuddled together as they studied their children with a mix of happiness and horror. The full moon was gone, the sun was up, but yet their pups remained pups. They had no idea that this is what their family would be, two werewolf wizards with five wolves. Not exactly the family they had always dreamed of, but the pair gathered themselves together and plowed ahead through this new adventure as best they could. Nomads, homeless, always looking over their shoulder, they raised their children in the wilderness of Europe, never staying in one place for more than a week. This lasted for nearly a year.<br/><br/>When travelling through Sweden, they caught scent of a familiar smell. Khan. But by the time they had noticed his scent, it was again too late. Fate was a cruel master when it came to Khan, always seeming to take his side. Telling their children to run fast, run anywhere, get away, Monahan lead the escape away from his former clan leader and the small accompanying hunting party. He heard the laughter ring out, followed by words that still ring in his head to this day: “Saria, how good of you to sacrifice yourself in vein.”<br/><br/>Screams and tearing flesh urged him to turn in time to see his wife, his world, his confidant, torn asunder. Two of his boys had already turned back to aid their mother, and even as Monahan shouted “NO!”, members of Khan’s pack tore into them and made quick work of the young pups. Filled with rage, Monahan whistled to his remaining family, urging them to run deep into the woods with him. Eventually, chest heaving and heart threatening to pump out of his chest, Monahan scrambled into a cave with his three children.<br/><br/>A month passed in a haze of depression and tears and cuddles and tasteless food and an unfortunate potionless transformation that left Monahan two fingers less and his remaining son crippled. Deciding that enough was enough, the wolf gathered himself together and set himself on a path back to London, intent on exacting revenge on the Khan clan for the death of his wife and children in the form of the Ministry.<br/><br/>When he arrived at the Ministry, being haggard and ravished and incredibly insistent, he was given quick audience with a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. After explaining his story, Monahan was sent with a small group of Aurors to confirm that the children existed as proof of his claims. If they did indeed exist, these beautiful and intelligent offspring of werewolves, then the Ministry would offer aid in hiding them from the Khan clan. They could do little more against the clan, they had informed him, as it was far too dangerous to try to quell head on. They had been doing such for years to little avail, so protection is what they could offer. He accepted. He had no other choice.<br/><br/>Once the children were shown in their hiding spot in the wilds, the Aurors nodded and drew their wands. “Brenden Moore, you are under arrest for unregistered lycanthropy, multiple counts of abduction, murder, and unlawful lycanthropy infection.” Anger flashed in the man’s eyes, “What? I was promised protection for my children. What is this?” He subconsciously stepped forward between the Aurors and his children, acting as a shield.  A sly smile grew on the acting leader of the Aurors,“Your pets are to be put down. No safer place than death, no?”<br/><br/>Monahan didn’t remember the moments that followed that statement. He jolted back into himself by the insistent prodding of one of his daughters, and slowly took in the sight before him. Five bodies lay in blood across the grassy hill, four Aurors and the shiny black body of his only boy. A scream of rage rang forth as he lept to clutch as the broken body of his son. Two streaks of grey joined him in his movement, and the family of three mourned yet another death.<br/><br/>It’s been two years. Monahan protects his daughters, Summer and June, with every fiber in his body as they’re all he has left. His old family is a memory. Pain. The clan is a memory. Pain. His wife, his sons, his life, his existence. It’s all memories. All pain. Only two things matter now.<br/><br/>He will let nothing take his daughters away from him; he will get his revenge.<br/><br/></span></div></div></div><br/><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e237/Random_911/small%20line%202.png)</div>