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He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 

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I wish for the same thing I’ve hoped for since the beginning. I wish for a life so brave, so unpredictable, so full of unexpected joys and unforgettable love that no box could possibly contain all my memories.

Chelsey Philpot, Even in Paradise 

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PROMPT: #18 - Wer bist du jetzt?

NAME: Irmin Lykus von Sachs Nickname: Irms. Mins. Rudemins. > How did they get it? Adelor gave them to him.

HOME: Dresden, Germany. > How do they feel about it? He loves the city he grew up in and loves his family, but he can’t see himself settling there. > Future home? It’s unlikely that Irmin will ever settle in one place for very long, but despite that every temporary place will probably feel like ‘home’.

ABILITIES:

Physical Strength: Higher than average. Magical Strength: High. It works best without wand and thus can be less precise. Other Skills: He’s still a great actor and impersonator. He has dabbled in a bit of detective work.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Are they a virgin? No. He lost his virginity to Max Grossherz. Have they been in love? No. Do they want to get married? No, at the moment he does not wish to marry now or in the future. Are they in love right now? No.

BEST FRIEND: Sigrun Kaiser. GOOD FRIEND: Adelor Graf, Merle Gaunt, Miron Mai.

FAVOURITE:

> Place at Schluchtenburg? It chances with the day, but he still has a fond spot for the river bank. > Place at home? The big hearth were all his family gathers around to talk and tell each other about their day. > Place in the whole world? The sea or ocean, any large mass of water.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS:

Hair cut: Long, shoulder-length. Mannerisms: He gesticulate with his hands often. More so when he speaks. Style: Old fashioned. Leather and comfortable clothes. Usual Body Posture: Relaxed. Tending to slouching but he’s doing it less and less. Confidence: Irmin is confident in himself without being cocky. He never thinks too much about his own abilities and how they are compared to other.

GOALS:

Short-term goals for next year: Travel, see new places, learn new languages and cultures. > How will they achieve them? By travelling. Start and never stop.

Long-term goals in life: To find a way for the Stüpp to stop his attacks on people even after Irmin’s own death. To live his own life at its fullest. > How will they achieve them? Research, perseverance and a great deal of luck.

OPINIONS:

> On love? Great. > On politics? Still sounds boring, but he knows they are important and he’s trying to at least keep an ear out for it. > On Muggles? Peculiar. He loves Muggles’ author. > On Squibs? They should be treated better. > On differences such as sexuality or race or religions? Irmin is curious about these differences and most of the times he seeks to know about them.

HOW DO THEY DEAL WITH:

> Anger? He flippant and forward about it what angers him—unless it is with someone he cares, and thus he tries not to let emotions have the better of him by saying things he would later regret. > Sadness? He gets silent, thoughtful and distant. > Change? Curiosity.

What major changes do you see? Did you role go through development? If yes, was it good or bad? If no, why?

The big change in Irmin’s character is that he is not seeking to end his life any longer. He has come from a point where he wanted to free himself of the Stüpp to accepting their co-existence and learn in a way to work together. I think he has also learned a lot about how life is not experienced the same way by different people—because of their gender, their social status, or even blood status—and hopefully he’ll learn to be more mindful of the difficulties that other experience in their daily life.

Do you think their future is now open, or certain? Will they be happier now?

Irmin’s future is definitely open—he is a wild card. And he’ll be happier because he can feel happiness again, can hold onto it, and in a way can even recognise it and appreciate it more than before.

How do you think will their character arch close after you tell them goodbye?

Irmin won’t came back to Schluchtenburg. He will travel far and wide, and while he’ll try his best to keep correspondence with his family and friends there’ll be long period of silence. I see him one day make it up to the places Christopher Marlowe lived and even enlist in the same college, ending up obtaining a Bachelor of Arts just like his idol, but never finishing his master.

News will reach those who knew him that on May 30th, 1860—on the anniversary of Kit Marlowe’s death—Irmin von Sachs died because of a fight while he was in a tavern in Berlin. He was twenty-eight years old, the same age as Marlowe when he died.

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merle-gaunt:

“Yes, they do.” Merle replied with a small smile as she entered the tower, heading straight toward the library proper. Hopefully, by then, Irmin would be completely himself. “They don’t know about… it, do they?” She said vaguely, since she didn’t want anyone to overhear them talking about the Stupp.

A silence followed Merle’s question. Irmin shook his head. “No. They don’t know,” he admitted. “They did notice changes and have been worried about them, but they never made mention as to guess the reason behind them.” He followed her inside, taking a deep, sharp breath. “Well, hopefully I can resolve it before I may have to come clean about it.” He looked at her. “After you, M’lady,” he said, opening the doors to the Library and holding it for Merle. 

They ventured inside, ready to get on with their research.

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merle-gaunt:

“More cautious than usual. Something we keep hearing.” Merle glanced at Irmin and nodded slowly at his words. “Your parents will find out, eventually. But I guess that once you are there, there is little they could do about it.” 

Irmin chuckled at Merle’s reply. “True. And while my mother may try to stop me from going, in the end my parents trust me to make my own decision.” He looked at her, smiling. “As I imagine yours do too.”

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sunnyhiltwin1835:

Hiltwin shrugged, “even so, you grew up very differently, many people here were schooled from a young age, and more have never done a day of real work in their lives, but yes I understand” he stated it more matter of factly than was his usual manner, yet he was still being very freindly. He smirked “oldest, and certainly not wisest. It’s much the same as being younger, i get excluded because the younger two are closer together, also i had more responsibilities on he farm, so less time to myself , and less at home.” Hiltwin paused for a long moment, he weighed what to say, it was something that he had thought about extensively over the past few months. “Possibly, perhaps even probably…” he didn’t say that he didn’t want Lavender to have everything she knew upset as he had, nor did he want Olaf to have the power of magic, or to face the prejudice that came with being a ‘mudblud’, with the power he would likely carry, as Hiltwin’s brother. However Hiltwin said nothing of this.

“Ah, that, yes,” Irmin replied, nodding in agreement. “I meant a bit more on the magic-side. Though, properly seen, I did always knew magic existed in the way I knew water did.” It was something so simple and yet so ground-shaking, wasn’t it? To know for sure that magic was real and possible. To see it performed everyday with your own eyes and know that no one would call you insane or possessed if you talked about it. “Yes, that is the same,” he said, nodding. There were big age differences between him and his older brothers, even with Peter it was still six years that separated them. “Are you much older than them? Or will you be able to attend Schluchtenburg with at least one them when the time comes?”

Gita al Mare

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helga-bergher:

For once in her life, Helga did not mind Irmin’s grin and laugh. It had been a joke, after all. “Of course you might.” she sighed and shook her head. Then she lifted the cup to her lips and drank until the still-warm liquid spread heat through her body. She leaned back on the mattress-couch-construction and closed her eyes. “I hope you’ll be doing okay, Von Sachs. Whatever the fuck your weird-ass brain ends up making you do, as long as it’s far away from me, I hope you’ll be doing okay.”

‘Of course you might’ seemed the perfect summary of Irmin’s character, the perfect response to a joke that might have been very well not been a joke. 

Irmin kept his gaze on Helga, but not in an insistent way---simply because she was the only person with him right now. When she lay down on the mattress, he smiled and said nothing, giving her this moment of quiet. He looked away then, glancing around the now-familiar room. 

Her voice drew him out of it, and he looked at her again. “Thank you,” he said, because at first he had been at a loss of words for a moment. Then a lopsided grin curved his lips. “I’ll be doing okay, and I promise far away from you.” It was an easy promise to make. His future was never overtly certain, but now he knew what he would do for the days ahead. Play the perfect student---as perfect as he could get---and keep his room in order, his uniform clean and not a line askew, and his manners impeccable---or as impeccable as he could get them. Then once Summer started, the world was his to explore. Time for weird-ass things done far away from Helga Bergher and Schluchtenburg. “I wish the same for you. I like you, you know. So I hope you’ll get through this on top.”

A Cup In A Room

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the musketeers s3  → sassy!d’artagnan

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adelor-graf:

A part of Adelor wanted to protest. To remind Irmin how easy it was to forget people, no matter how much you loved them, remind him of all the people Adelor had already lost in his life. But… Was that the truth? Had he really lost them or had they not yet searched for each other? “Right. And if we do, we’ll remind each other of the other.” he said, quietly, just as his eyes fluttered close at the sensation of a kiss placed to his head. They had nearly lost each other before, a year ago, and they had already found away back to each other. They’d do it again. Adelor would keep the pebble close, and Irmin? Well. Even if the Stüpp and the memories he had stolen from Adelor would find a way to leave, Irmin would still forever carry the piece of soul Adelor had once lost in him, all those many, many months ago. “Soup, yes. Finally.” he chuckled and looked back up at his friend. “You do owe me that.”

“Exactly,” Irmin replied, with a small nod of his head and another small peck on top of his head.  And when his words caused a chuckle, he looked down at him, meeting his gaze. “Hi,” he said, softly, and then it was his turn to laugh. “Yes, yes, I do. I won’t forget it,” he reassured him, just as to say that he wouldn’t forget Adelor either. “Soup on a Full Moon...” He wondered if that was a recipe for disaster, but he guessed that it would be a beautiful one.

Civetta o Scimmietta?

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merle-gaunt:

Upon hearing Irmin’s joke, Merle almost rolled her eyes another time in mock exasperation. “I can understand that. You are not wrong.” She nodded and smiled. “Despite your word choice.”

As the path led them out of the forest, she commented. “I seriously doubt it. Not surprising at all, though.” She glanced at him. “How dangerous is it for us?”

Irmin smiled despite the critique to his choice of words—which he actually understood, and thus said nothing more on the subject at end.

“For now we only need to be cautious. A bit more attention that one would usually apply, but things could change if it sparks something within the Wizarding Community there,” he explained. “My brother didn’t go into details as he did not want to worry our parents since he was set on going back.”

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helga-bergher:

Helga looked at Irmin’s beam and said nothing. Only when he, too, thanked her, she looked away and huffed. “You better do that. I’m being nice to you. You can be glad I’m not walking around with a whip for in case you go on my nerves.” But it was a joke, and although it hardly showed in the dryness of her tone nor her expression, it showed in the softness of her eyes. “And thank yourself for not yet deserving that.” And this was almost something like a peace offering.

A whip. Irmin almost beaming smile now was holding off a laugh, but he failed and let out a brief chuckle. “Ah, don’t say it like that, please, or I may try to get you to sport a whip and try to use it on me,” he joked, but then there was that look of mischief in his eyes that could easily cast a shadow of doubt if he was joking or being serious. Maybe a mix of both. “Myself, my companion, my friends. Yes,” he nodded, “ I’ll remember to do that.” Because in a way it was his desire to not let Adelor down even more that allowed him not to fuck up too much this last stretch, and now his promise to Helga would also help him stay in line.

A Cup In A Room

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Before you can kill the monster you have to say its name.

Terry Pratchett (in ‘A Slip Of The Keyboard - Collected Non-Fiction’)

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miron-mai:

Which wasn’t to say that they would not learn anything at all. And, had it not shown itself as a proof already? That all adventure brought knowledge in one way or another? Miron gazed at Irmin in silence for a long moment, then reached for the hand they had been offered. A smile curved their lips at the irony of those words, of their hands finding together once more without them having to name an adjective for it, “Genuinely so.”, and they rose to their feet, for what was there to lose but curses, fears and boredom?

Irmin stood with his shoulders straight. For once, he had lost that slouching posture that he had acquired with the weight of the Stüpp on his shoulders—just as there was no creature on his back, in this moment, there was no weight to keep his back bend. His hand stayed open, inviting and waiting to be either taken or refused. His lips curved into a lopsided grin, half mischievous and half wolfish, which widened a little, giving his eyes a brighter colour and a happy look.

Miron’s hand in his, he closed his fingers around it and once they stood both tall and ready for mischief. They disappeared into thin air, ready to misbehave and learn something.

Friday the 13th

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sigrunkaiser:

Sigrun smiled at Irmin’s reassurance, but soon focused entirely on his recap of what they knew so far. She nodded along, making mental notes the whole way. If all those things were true, that meant that they had a few suspects. “Is there a way to find out who the three women are?” Hopefully Irmin would say that he had already done that, yes, and here were their names. Then that would push the suspect pool down significantly.

“The had their face hidden by dark capes, but I tried to imitate the professors’ voices. And he recognised one,” Irmin said, nodding. It wasn’t easy to admit this because he had liked Verona, and he had always thought she wouldn’t ever try to harm Loriot. “Professor Verona’s voice. Which,” he added, quickly, “doesn’t mean it was her. There are spells, and.. I mean.. I can make my voice sounds like hers...” But he wasn’t sure why anyone would go to that trouble. Why point their finger at Verona in a way that was a bit too subtle? They would have waned to make sure that such a news would have been known if this was about throwing false accusation.

Irmin head spun and throbbed, a headache coming on. He distracted himself by taking a piece of that bread and frittata and giving it a bite. “I was able to collect the description of the women—what little he could notice and remember. Three of them. One got aggressive when he inquired what they needed with so much paint—she was relatively tall, but not Verona. Another one was very small. Not much to go on, but I thought we could try keep an eye out on Verona… see with whom she spends her time with… what do you think?”

Midnight Investigations