#muddywaters.intro

[viggoavery]

ϟ.  → mads mikkelsen : cis man: he/him: head of the department of mysteries & speakeasy owner: the world is not enough by garbage  ϟ  did you see viggo avery ? you know , 58 year old pureblood who was formerly in slytherin . some say viggo can be quite incisive but are known to be ruthless. they are aligned with  the death eaters .  maybe that’s why they remind me of the eerie feeling that someone’s watching you, the calm before a disastrous storm , strong whisky burning at your throat.   ϟ  penned by vivi : 23 : gmt+3 : she/her

character inspo:: tywin lannister ( game of thrones ), thomas shelby ( peaky blinders ), klaus mikaelson ( tvd ), don draper ( mad men ), silco ( arcane )

born on august 18th to aiden avery and augusta sorensen, viggo was the eldest out of three avery children. while the avery name might have meant something one generation ago, now they were nobodies. aiden, in viggo’s eyes, was too cowardly to respond to the people snickering at him, content with his sad little life, content with spending his last galleon at the pub, getting himself in debt to the local bartender for a bottle of whisky. augusta was a spell inventor, though were creations were deemed to unstable and volatile. unpredictable. just like her. when the ministry forbid her from working, she moved her “business” to knockturn alley. who knows how many shady disappearances augusta had been responsible for.

with a father who’d see the pub more often than his family & a mother who would use one of her new spells on you if you dared to speak back, it was mostly viggo who raised his siblings. he’d cook for them, help them with their studies, teach them how to read, make sure they had everything they needed when his sister’s bracelets and his brother’s jackets kept disappearing and it was clear aiden was out of stuff he could pay his debts with. he’d stand up to his mother so his siblings would be safe; he didn’t mind eating up one or two of those horrendous spells for them.

the last thing viggo remembers about his father was him begging his friends for money. he’d put on his old once fancy suit, brought his whole family to this fancy dinner where purebloods gathered to outlie and outbrag each other and there was aiden, begging. viggo recalls the other men, their smug faces, the way they laughed behind aiden’s back. their fake promises and aiden so pathetically full of hope. he remembers aiden’s anger when finding out it was all fake, it was all a joke with him being the punchline. the outrage, the trashing of the house, portraits of his ancestors torn apart. it was the first time viggo fought his father ; he was grown up now. he could hit too. it was also the last time the averys saw aiden. when viggo returned home for the winter holiday, months later, he found an empty house. augusta came around, eventually - about a week later, as cynical as ever, cigarette attached to her lips. don’t ever question me again or you’ll regret it. by the way, your father died two months ago. what’s for dinner?

viggo was a few years below tom riddle, but naturally found his way into his friend group. a gang of slytherin boys, hogwarts’ biggest nightmare some would say. while viggo would use hogwarts as an escape, a way to let loose, do dumb shit, forget he has to play a parental figure to his siblings for a little while, a part of him couldn’t get loose completely. he still had to get excellent grades; he had to be the best at everything. he needed a job at the ministry. he needed to make it big one day. spite was his greatest motivation and the knights of walpurgis seemed like something that would help him achieve his goals. that, and viggo was indoubtedly loyal to his friends; his second family. his brothers and sisters.

augusta was so kind to find viggo a wife as soon as he graduated hogwarts. she had her connections thanks to her shenanigans in knockturn alley. viggo didn’t find it neccessary to fight back; the girl was noble, pureblooded and he could use the connections her family name could bring him. both of the treated their marriage like a business arrangement.

with a wife and a baby on the way, the knights terrorizing england and most of their missions a success, a job at the ministry as an unspeakable, everything seemed to be going well. or maybe, they were a bunch of dumb kids still. maybe, viggo had underestimated how serious this all was. his siblings, always eager to follow in his footsteps, so eager to fight, got their dark marks as well.. and a mission gone wrong would cost them their lives. just like that, as their big brother, right by their side, can’t do anything to save them. that day, something in viggo broke. it was the first time he’d seen augusta shed a tear, too. it lasted only for a moment, though. this is your fault. you got them into this shit. their blood is on your hands.

for someone who despised his father’s weakness and swore he’d never become like aiden, it turns out viggo was just as bad as a father as him. how do you raise five children with love and affection when you don’t know what it feels like? do you even want to give that to them? the world was harsh, and viggo made sure to prepare them for it. it was fucked up, but perhaps a part of him was jealous. he’d given them protection - his name alone did. they’d grow up with this feeling of safety he never got to feel. and he’d be damned if his life’s work ended up in the hands of the wrong kid; for it to end up like what his father did to his father’s legacy. he would not do aiden’s mistakes and he would not let his children do aiden’s mistakes either.

[ofspareheir]

YOU KNEEL BEFORE ME , UNAWARE THAT

MY THRONE WAS BUILT ON LIES.

ϟ.  →  timothee chalamet : cis male : he/him : current heir of the house of black : bohemian rhapsody by queen  ϟ  did you see REGULUS BLACK ? you know ,  25 year old PURE-BLOOD who was formerly in slytherin. some say REGULUS can be quite cunning but are known to be apathetic. they are aligned with the death eaters .  maybe that’s why they remind me of sweet tea , crumpled and unsent letters , full of regret ; all polite and fake , unreadable smiles .  

a literate portrayal of regulus arcturus black, brother of sirius black and death eater. penned by aria. do not interact if you aren't from MUDDYWATERSHQ.

info.

pinterest.

playlist.

ϟ.  DATA.

regulus was born in january of 1961, making him a capricorn  ( ambitious , resourceful , conceited )  and two years younger than his brother, sirius.

full name: regulus arcturus black. 

age: 25.

allegiance: the death eaters.

blood status: pure-blood.

hogwarts house: slytherin.

job: heir to the house of black.

height: 5'8

patronus: a black dog, he assumes it's the grim so he vows to never show it to anyone.

boggart: himself as a kid, screaming but unheard. 

amortentia: sweet tea, quidditch jersey, cologne and new parchment.

sexuality: homosexual.

gender: cis male.

relationship status: single.

during his younger years, he was a bright, imaginative child that admired his brother and enjoyed his days playing, reading, and hanging around with the house-elves. however, that display of childishness was soon beat out of him from a young age by his mother, walburga. 

regulus tried to be the perfect child, and the day his brother became a gryffindor marked a beginning for regulus' path as the spare in the family. cemented it was when his brother left and regulus became the sole heir. 

a socialite, despite his loathing for human interactions, he soon became proficient in relations with other purebloods. older people found his intelligence and politeness charming, and teens around his age were enticed by his mysterious approach. he wasn't sirius, but he survived. 

if he were to choose how to spend his life, he would have left his house too. he would become a writer, enjoying the natural calmness of the books he finds himself lost in. however, he lacks the heart to leave everything he's ever known. 

as soon as he turned sixteen, he was marked by the dark lord, to his parent's joy and pride. despite this and how resourceful he is, he hasn't gone on many missions or raids. he's been sidelined and he prefers it that way. 

overall, he despises the ways of the death eaters; finds them barbaric. he once believed in what his parents professed, in what the dark lord promised them, the entire salvation of purity. but each passing year proves to him how everything turned into a fight for power and ego, thus making him feel trapped in a situation that long ago stopped being just a child's game.

ϟ.  SEEKED RELATIONSHIPS.

enemies.

regulus is not the most beloved person, even less during his years at hogwarts. despite his intelligence and aloof demeanor, he has always been characterized by being abrasive with his responses, especially if someone tests his patience or if he simply doesn't like them. 

and the strength he has for witty responses and dry sarcasm, he lacks in physical strength. so it'd be fun to have him having gotten under someone's skin and thus ending up receiving a good, deserved punch. with love <3. 

pure-blood friends. 

he's always surrounded himself with people that are in his same social environment, so if you're a slyrherin, pure-blood, upper-class, why not be friends ( at convenience ) ? pure-blooded kids had to keep each other company at social events, after all. 

close friends.

regulus isn't the type of person that has many friends, but I would like him to have a couple of close friends that he could count on. they'd never fully get to know the real regulus, but they'd be people with whom he would enjoy having a nice conversation. he wasn't a hermit in hogwarts, and I'd prefer if they got to know him since then. 

what about romance? 

regulus is open for romantic connections. however, this all comes down to chemistry and how it is developed.

[endsinbits]

ϟ.  → aaron taylor-johnson : cis male : he/him : mechanic : icarus by bastille  ϟ  did you see benjy fenwick ? you know ,  28 year old muggleborn who was formally in gryffindor . some say benjy can be quite dynamic but are known to be impulsive. they are aligned with the order .  maybe that’s why they remind me of the lingering smell of engine grease, rolled up muggle notes and bloody noses.   ϟ  penned by char : 22 : gmt : she/her

stats--

origins--

benjy was born to a working class, muggle family in glasgow, scotland. he had parents who adored him, friends that idolised him and a younger brother that lived in his shadow. 

he was a burst of life and energy. equal parts charming and troublesome. a little too loud, boisterous, careless.

at 11 he received his hogwarts letter, diverting his path from anything that could have been expected-- become a carpenter, an electrician if he was clever! he was a wizard and this was only further confirmation that he was special

under the guise of being sent to grammar boarding school, he went off to hogwarts. bright eyed and brimming with excitement, benjy realised quickly that this was not a place he was entirely wanted

once well-loved and popular, he was not told that the odds here were stacked against him. he was not told that family name is important and magical blood is everything

he sported a grin as he was sorted into the house of the brave and that was the first time someone sneered ‘mudblood’ at him

still, he did well with that chip on his shoulder. once he understood the rules of the games played, benjy took it in his stride

he was a mudblood and he was proud-- this was not such a dirty thing to everyone

basics--

benjy is not far off furious that he’s been dragged into a world that despises him at no request of his own

is it a fair point that he could leave the wizarding world after hogwarts? probably, but he underestimates the sense of purpose the war has given him

being a wizard changed him-- it removed his privilege and rebuilt him as someone that had to prove their worth

it gave him a quick temper and remarkably low tolerance when he was once laidback, amiable and self-assumed of his place in the world

pig-headedly chosing to not pursue a magical career after hogwarts, he works as a mechanic for muggles whilst co-existing in the wizarding world. he understands muggles and is never left blinking at a reference

joining the order of the phoenix was a no-brainer. he was much more comfortable being murdered in a blaze of glory and self-righteousness enabled him to believe he was thinking of the greater good

still, it is difficult to imagine winning most days. to him, the fight goes beyond defeating ‘evil’ and extends to overthrowing the entire social structure

the war gives him an excuse to remain fixed, immature, unwilling to face his problems. why would a dead man walking resolve his issues with the world?

so he drinks too much, snorts too much, shags too much. listens too little, cares too little.

war isn’t fun, but what else is there to do?

connections--

light at the end of the tunnel - a friend that reigns him in and helps mediate against his worst vices. someone that always brings a smile to his face

antagonist - give me someone that gets under his skin like no other. knows all the right things to say to make him snarl.

annoyance - an order member of good social standing. that ol’ chip on his shoulder works overtime and despite them dedicating their life to his rights, he struggles to get past their background

numbing agent - someone that helps him forget all the bad in the world for a while

lets figure it out ourselves, hmu

behind benjy--

hi hi hi, i’m char n excited to bring you my trash king

pls hit me up to plot !! i prefer messages on here bc i like to have everything in one place, but if it’s better for you then i’m ‘eek char#7216′ on discord

[passicnateyet]

     marlene mckinnon.

ϟ.  → priscilla quintana : cis female : she/her : hit witch : hardline by julien baker ϟ  did you see MARLENE MCKINNON ? you know ,  26 year old PUREBLOOD who was formally in gryffindor . some say marlene can be quite sincere but are known to be hedonistic. they are aligned with the order.  maybe that’s why they remind me of club lights and cigarette smoke; bitten lips, bruises, bloodstains that won’t wash out, bare feet on hardwood floors.

                                    about marlene 

about. (tw: murder, violence)

Adventure and excitement defined Marlene’s childhood. Her parents were magical archaeologists, and their jobs took the family everywhere: to North Africa and the Levant, Southern Europe, Central America. Like many wizarding children, Marlene was home-schooled before Hogwarts and her brothers were her closest friends. They spent summers with their grandparents in London, growing familiar with British wizarding society, and winters immersed in the culture and history of wherever her parents work took her. Marlene thrived amidst the happy chaos of family life. Still, she eagerly anticipated settling into Hogwarts life and learning how to use her magic. Her excitement only intensified when Matt, a year her senior, began school, every letter making her more impatient for her turn.

At Hogwarts, Marlene fit right in - vivacious, outgoing, and always interested in some good trouble. She quickly found a close-knit group, but Marlene was friendly with almost everyone — chronically likeable, her mother would say — and she could always be found at the centre of any half-decent party. Mostly an average student, for Marlene, high motivation meant high grades and History of Magic was her best subject. She dreamt of becoming an historian, or an archaeologist, following in her parent’s footsteps. It was closely followed by Defence Against the Dark Arts, a subject that seemed increasingly relevant as the tensions in the wizarding world grew and the threat of violence became real with every delivery of the Daily Prophet. By the end of her seventh year, Marlene was ready to go but not on the path she had hoped. Her innate idealism, her morality, her muggleborn best friends — she felt unable to turn away from the war raging so quietly across Britain. So, Marlene made the only choice she believed she could: she stayed.

She put aside her dreams, the time she had spent on advanced studies in her last years at Hogwarts, and joined the Magical Law Enforcement Squad immediately after finishing school. Within months she had joined the Order, already disillusioned with the limited reach and efficacy of the Ministry. She has followed orders, faced the horror with steady hands. Blood on concrete, . She has fought for her friends and for her ideals. Smokes heavily. Drinks often. Raises her wand like a good soldier and does what is necessary, whatever the personal cost. The personal cost has been steep. In May, Matt was murdered on the steps of the Wizengamot and Marlene’s life changed forever. Marlene has sacrificed already: her ambitions, her innocence, her brother. No more and no less than anyone else, she reassures herself - but what more can she possibly offer?

wanted connections.

i’ve kept these purposely vague because really it’s what makes sense for the dynamic between our characters! these are just jumping off points and i want anything you can throw at me that fits marlene.

general connections - all orders

marlene is outgoing and extroverted and probably has a million friends - so there’s always space for more. she is heartbreakingly honest and a true idealist so she probably won’t like you if you share different values.

she’s also bisexual and fond of both romantic flings and one night stands so there is space for more than one of those currently and also historically with characters of any gender! values matter a little bit less in bed honestly

friends with benefits - death eater amycus carrow

marlene is sleeping with this person. is she catching some feelings? perhaps. does she know they are fighting on opposite sides of the war? certainly not. i would love to explore the fallout from finding out (in a way that of course works for my partner and protects their character from any unwanted consequences)

brother’s killer - death eater amycus carrow

marlene doesn’t know. will she find out? that’s up to you. is your character guilty or do they savour knowing it when they interact with marlene?? this could be a very different dynamic depending on where you want to go with it and i am HERE for it all

brother’s best friend

matt was a year older than marlene and murdered by death eaters during the war. if someone has space in their hearts for a dead best friend or close friend lets get some trauma bonding going

mom friend - order/neutral aileen rosmerta

marlene can manage cool and collected in work, but is a disaster at home: she’s out too often, drinks too much. she’s impulsive and erratic: swinging between the exuberant joy that used to define her and darker, manic moods. she has like at least one friend who just. tries to keep her from going completely off the edge

ex/first love - any allegiance first love: kingsley shacklebolt

there’s at LEAST space for a couple of people here - regardless of gender. lots of flexibility around the seriousness of the relationship

childhood friend - pureblood/halfblood of any order

marlene spent several months each year with her grandparents in london and her grandfather was a rather renowned wizengamot member  ━so although she was travelled frequently and was closest to her brothers, she had a few friends she would always run off with at events and parties pre-hogwarts. where has that left them now? we can figure that out

former school enemy - any allegiance

marlene got on with almost everybody at school - everybody EXCEPT this person. it might be because they were a bully, or because of massive ideological differences OR it might be completely and totally petty. both? both is also good. have they matured as adults? do they still trade barbs like teenagers?

work colleague/enemy/friend - any allegiance, must work in the ministry

keeping this very vague! let me see bosses! let me see tension between aurors and hit witches/wizards! cross-department friendships!

[ofcarnelians]

ϟ.  → nina dobrev : cis female : she / her : socialite : dollhouse by melaine martinez  ϟ  did you see NARCISSA BLACK ? you know ,  32 year old PUREBLOOD who was formally in slytherin . some say narcissa can be quite devoted but are known to be cold. they are aligned with  the death eaters  .  maybe that’s why they remind me of dripping in emerald jewelry, an icy winter day and the mouth of a sailor .  

name: narcissa black

age: 32

hogwarts house: slytherin

gender: cis female

sexuality: bisexual

occupation:  socialite 

relationship status: betrothed to lucius malfoy

bio

of course we all know the noble house of black and their expectations. growing up being a black meant certain things and narcissa followed through with them, she played the part of the perfect daughter well. the youngest sister of the black sisters was close to her sisters but especially to bella, she took note whenever bella would take extra punishments to keep herself and andromeda from getting them and never forgot it.

through her school years narcissa was quite wild, but not so much that she ever got caught or a letter home to her parents, and she upheld the black name very well. her nose always turned down to those she viewed beneath her and for the most part she only associated with fellow slytherins. 

now she is aligning herself more with with her future, she is officially engaged to lucius and working toward building the life as the power couple both of their families want and doing the bidding asked of them by voldemort.

narcissa is very devoted and passionate but she also can be cold, ruthless and calculating. there are very, very few people who are able to see a softer side of her.

[mundungs]

ϟ.  → robert sheehan : genderfluid : he/they/she : dealer of illicit objects and substances : the raven by the alan parsons project ϟ  did you see mundungus fletcher ? you know ,  31 year old halfblood who was formally in ravenclaw. some say dung can be quite furtive but are known to be unreliable. they are aligned with the order .  maybe that’s why they remind me of naming stray cats, flicking a lighter over and over again, falling asleep on the subway. ϟ 

some links for food

bio

stats

pins

playlist

history

ciannán o’donnell is a flighty man, one of many relationships and flings and little loyalty, and so his affair with maeve fletcher does not last long. when she tells him she is pregnant, he moves on to a different woman, and maeve has her son alone, with her sister on her side. and thus, mundungus is born (and giving an arguably atrocious name).

he grows up with his mum – a halfblooded witch and by far his favourite person in the world – in limerick, attending muggle school there. he knew who his dad was, but wasn’t quite sure how to feel about — his father is a criminal, a prominent member of the irish mob. 

he meets his dad for the first time at age seven, and was nothing but impressed. his dad showered him with gifts, his mum watching with a furious look on her face but biting her tongue. that moment was a switch for mundungus; he felt the need to impress his dad. he stole some sweets from a store on his way home from school a week later, fished some pennies out of the pockets of his classmates a few months later. when he phoned his dad to tell him, his laugh was warm and filled with life. his relationship with his dad got better as his behaviour got worse. the thrill of stealing, of doing stuff he wasn’t supposed to, lit him not only on fire because it was exciting, but also because he knew his dad would adore it. 

but ciannan, a flighty man, pushes and pulls. and so mundungus was fed disappointment by his father, liking love off a shiny knife rather than a spoon ( silver or plastic, what the fuck does it matter ). details omitted, long story made short: his dad sucks and his mother tries, but mundungus is pulled towards that what smells of danger.

DRUGS MENT. at hogwarts, dung is sorted into ravenclaw. not at all the booksmart type, he falls more into the chaotic-creativity, random-bursts-of-wanting-to-learn-everything-about-something type of ravenclaw. there’s two worlds, then: the muggle world, where he slowly dips his water further in criminal waters, and the wizarding one, where he’s chaotic and messy but a student. when he grows older, these overlap: dung starts selling some of his dad’s weed at hogwarts, and soon gains a reputation of being able to get people less-than-legal shit. 

not getting high off your own supply is not a sentiment he agrees with. not then, not later, not now. dung is fun, always in for a party and willing to supply the goods to throw it. if some rich purebloods lose a few galleons at said party, well, it sure isn’t him! END OF TW

he graduates with two newts, in herbology and potions, failing his dada and charms exams. he’s not an academic.

falling into the family business after graduation is easy. mundungus is attracted by the criminal underworld, both that of muggle ireland and that of the wizarding world. knockturn alley was a place frequented in teenage years, but now becomes more his place. he makes connections, exchanges strange potion recipes for other things. makes an odd wager on a bunch of stolen brass scales and turns a profit. 

a career is not something that interests him; he is more interested in bending rules and making quick money. thievery, selling illegal shit, heists, fraud, fuck-all. mundungus is not limited by one descriptor, one kind of criminality. he just does what he wants and hopes to make a good penny.

but then he almost gets sent to azkaban over some, in his frank opinion, bullshit. it’s dumbledore who talks the wizengamot out of it, saddling dung up with some community service and persuading him towards the order. he’s twenty three. the war is still fresh. he has no interest in it, but he owes the old man. fine.

mundungus does vehemently oppose blood purity and any kind of discriminatory ideals, an anarchist in his very bones, but he is also cowardly. to side with self-proclaimed rebels is not in his blood and yet it’s where he ends up, bringing shady ties to the underworld to the table and a sheer ability to sneak around and fuck the law. and maybe, amidst the ranks of the order, dung finds something he’s not very familiar with: a large family. and dung? well, he’s the stoner, gay, super-fucking-chaotic cousin.

personality

if jesper fahey and kaz brekker had a child, it would be dung. 

other character parallels: fezco ( euphoria ), boris ( the goldfinch ), doug judy ( b99 ), jason mendoza ( the good place ), chris miles ( skins ),  nick miller ( new girl ), creed bratton ( the office ), scott lang ( marvel ), lillian ( unbreakable kimmy schmidt )

technically he’s homeless. he’s got a bedroom at his ma’s place, has a ton of squatter connects in the muggle scene and couch surfes aplenty, but dung doesn’t rent a place. why? landlords are evil. he could afford a place, just doesn’t see the point. life’s better with some adventure.

appears very neutral in public as it’s beneficial to his role in the order??? 

.... tortured artist. writes poetry and loves to draw and paint. 

tattooed the fuck up. some are his own designs.

can usually be spotted wearing The Coat, a rly expensive, vintage long coat that he once stole of a pureblood. he’s enlarged the pockets with some handy spellwork and pretty much carries everything he owes in there, like his produce and his money and his second pair of shoes and his art supplies and probably some random trash. 

loves animals. he loves stray cats especially <3 they are his kin. 

an anarchist. a bit of a punk. a deep idealist with a cowardly heart so constantly betraying himself (and sometimes others?)

queer! enby! genderfluid! i used he/him pronouns throughout this intro but dung truly doesn’t give a damn what u use. loves to dress up in feminine clothes. 

has a ton of aliases, lol, the most important one being marigold fincher. 

cusses too fuckin much to be healthy :/

oh no he is a big sad insecure kid deep inside :/ dont tell anyone how embarrassing!!!! shhhh!! it’s a secret.

quick connection ideas

victim. wow please. if your character is rich. let me steal from u. pick ur pockets. break into ur house. get some of ur stuff and drop it on the black market. 

customer. dung sells. whatever u need. drugs. weird magical things. ask and ye shall receive. his prices are whack but he does deliver <3

pal. party friends! order friends! random encounter friends! dung has a trashmouth and loves to talk pls let him chat u up and u will never be rid of him <3

couch. he couch surfs. a lot. if ur character trusts dung enough to let him into their home (which they shouldnt) then pls let him sleep over for a night. he will leave a strangely expensive necklace on ur kitchen table as a thank u. or wilted flowers. no in between.

skeptic. ur char is in the order and thinks dung is a liability and maybe they have a point. a point mundungus would rather not face :)

dmle bitches. dung hates anyone authoritative but esp the coppers at the ministry (hit wix & aurors) (yea he calls them coppers sorry he doesnt respect them enough to call them aurors <3). give me that doug judy/jake peralta dynamic. or just someone in the dmle who is like ... sigh this guy again??? 

fwb/one night stand/fling/etc. he’s a bit slutty <333 give him some ppl he’s hooked up with / will hook up with.

[mylaward]

Myla Ward

ϟ.  → savannah welch : cis female : she/they : bartender : written in the scars by the script  ϟ  did you see myla ward ? you know ,   29 year old muggleborn who was formally in ravenclaw . some say myla can be quite generous but are known to be a workaholic. they are aligned with the neturals .  maybe that’s why they remind me of worn leather jackets, the feeling of safety in the dark, holding secrets of hundreds. ϟ  

PRE HOGWARTS

Myla is the oldest of three children. Her siblings aren’t magical nor are her parents. 

Her mother was a military wife and UK citizen, her father an US army officer. Myla and her sisters live in the UK with their mother.

It was a shock to the Ward house hold when Minerva McGonagall came knocking with her letter and an explanation of what it meant. A witch. It was hard to comprehend. The stories she had read about Magic growing up were somewhat true. She was excited and nervous all at the same time.

Her parents were not happy. They had planned her entire education. She was to attend Eton. They saw the magical world as a waste of her time. After some debate (a debate Myla would learn to have been useless, nobody beats Minerva McGonagall at anything) it was decided that Hogwarts was where she would go.

HOGWARTS

Myla was the complete opposite of a hat stool. The had barely touched her head when it shouted “RAVENCLAW”

She wasn’t witty in the “Wow I love to learn” sense but more in a “Did you know this was a thing? No? nor did I until I spent 6 hours last night reading on it” Her curiosity helped her learn many things but also helped her earn many spots in detention

Her worst detention was getting into a fist fight with another student. They had made a comment about her blood status as she walked passed. Myla had swung around on her heels and socked him one straight in the face which sparked a brawl between the group standing there making the comments and those who had seen/heard why the brawl began

She became known for being vocal about protecting muggleborns and their rights. Often walking muggleborn students to and from class if they were afraid.

With increasing pressure at home to do something “normal” Myla struggled to decide her career. If given the choice her mother would have her return to the muggle world, completely forgoing higher magical education and “do something normal” her father just wanted her to serve. During an argument he let slip that he didn’t care where she did it as long as she did it. She filled in papers for the auror corp that night. 

AFTER HOGWARTS

(LMK IF MORE TRIGGERS NEED TO BE ADDED TO THIS PART PLEASE)

START OF TRIGGER WARNINGS | ATTACK TW, HOSPITAL TW, SERIOUS INJURY TW | 

Myla’s first week on the job had been somewhat uneventful. The odd shoplifting case and chasing up dead ends for senior aurors, just the normal first week things until she was asked to response to an incident in progress. The details were sketchy but she had enough to know she needed to approach with caution. 

She was careful, approached slowly and was alert. The orders came through there was no need for back-up and she was clear to handle the situation. As she got closer to what she thought was a robbery in progress she learned it was far from it. She remembers the pain, hitting the wet ground and the laughter. The next thing she remembered was waking in Saint Mungos. 

They healed most of her wounds. Her leg however was too damaged to save and had to be amputated. It’s better than being dead i guess. She would mutter to herself 

“You should have waited for back up! You shouldn’t have approached them!” Myla spent weeks being interrogated interviewed about the incident. Someone had changed the evidence stating she was ordered to wait for backup. Myla insisted she was set up. She was never able to prove it was a set up, that she was purposefully targeted. She requested a discharge from the auror corp and they provided it. 

END OF TRIGGER WARNINGS | ATTACK TW, HOSPITAL TW, SERIOUS INJURY TW |

NOW

now Myla works as a bartender. She considers herself neutral but is always happy to help an order member. She uses a wheelchair, preferring it over a prosthetic leg but on occasion can be seen using a prosthetic leg.

If you need someone to listen to your problems, serve you alcohol and give you all that big sisterly advice you need, she is your gal! 

[frxnkiel]

Frank C J. Longbottom

ϟ.  → lewis tan : cis male : he/him : auror : little lion man by mumford and sons  ϟ  did you see frank longbottom ? you know ,   29 year old pureblood who was formally in gryffindor . some say frank can be quite positive but are known to be carefree. they are aligned with the order .  maybe that’s why they remind me of the sound of deep laughter, a warm fire, the scent of freshly cut grass. .   ϟ  

dot points cause brain no work

Frank Longbottom. Only son of Augusta and Edward Longbottom. 

Proud Gryffindor

Auror and junior auror trainor. He takes helping new recruits into the auror corp very seriously but his charming and brotherly attitude still shines through.

Sexy and he knows it. Oozes charm and confidence and uses it to hide his fears.

A mama’s boyTM but is aware of her over protective and very controlling personality. 

When the offer came to join the order there was no question in Frank’s mind. He jumped straight at the opportunity. Despite almost having a free pass as a Pureblood from an influential family he didn’t want to hide. People were in need and he would be damned if he didn’t help them. 

more to come as my brain works him out

[rodclestrange]

Rodolphus Corvus Lestrange

ϟ.  → brett dalton : cis male : he/him : quidditch team owner : whatever it takes by imagine dragons  ϟ  did you see rodolphus lestrange ? you know ,  35 year old pureblood who was a slytherin . some say rod can be quite intelligent but are known to be . they are aligned with  the death eaters .  maybe that’s why they remind me of tailored suits, expensive whiskey, smell of fresh grass .   ϟ  penned by jace : 23 : acst : they/them

PRE HOGWARTS

The heir to the Lestrange family. Born in the family manor, announced to the world in the traditional way of owls being sent to notable families announcing his arrival to the world. Rodolphus Lestrange was destined to be notable, his father assured it. 

He took his position as heir to the family incredibly seriously and when his little brother came about he took it upon himself to be the best example. His clothes were perfect, his hair never out of place and his attitude that of a perfect little pureblood boy.

Rodolphus very rarely wanted in life. He was given anything he needed or wanted, all he had to simply do was ask. Expect one thing, his father’s attention. No matter how hard he worked Rod could never get him to pay him much mind, only at social events where it mattered.

He worked his butt of to earn his father’s affection. Taking an extra language lesson despite already speaking French and English fluently. He took piano and cello lessons. Only ever earning a small nod from his father

HOGWARTS

The hat barely touched his head when it cried out “Slytherin!” The Lestranges had been Slytherin for countless generations. 

He did well in school. He was charming to those he deemed worthy and didn’t bother with those he didn’t. It was obvious from day one that he believed deeply in pureblood supremacy even if he never uttered it out loud.

Rodolphus continued to fight for his father’s attention during school. His desire to prove himself to him left him with no boundaries. As soon as a betrothal was mentioned he jumped at the opportunity knowing it would make his father happy. He didn’t care who, as long as it was worthy in his father’s eyes. Bellatrix Black. She was perfect.

AFTER HOGWARTS

He joined the Death Eaters as soon as he could. It suited him perfectly and his interest in dark magic. In the public eye he played the good citizen, concerned for the wealth fare of all but those close to him knew it was fake. 

At 26 he became the owner of the oldest quidditch team in the league despite not caring for quidditch at all. Owning a team with the kind of pull that Puddlemere United had over its dedicated fans meant if he played his cards right he could come out on top of this thing in more ways than one.

Wanted Connections!

Pureblood buddies: Maybe not the same age as him but someone(s) he has met over the years and actually likes the company of. 

Terrorised in school: Someone he gave a lot of grief to or bullied during school. 

Exes 0/3: Girls he was with before being married to Bella. Probably wasn’t super serious in his eyes because he knew he would be married off but maybe your character didn’t know that or thought differently?

[agentmonet]

Got a secret Can you keep it? Swear, this one you'll save. Better lock it in your pocket Takin' this one to the grave

Basic Info

Name: Rita Skeeter

Occupation: Correspondent for The Daily Prophet

Age: 35

Blood Status: Pureblood

Residence: A flat off Diagon Alley

Relationship Status: Single

Physical Description

Height: 5″7

Hair Color: Brunette

Eye Color: Hazel

Gender: Cisgender Female

Build: Slender

Blood Status: Pureblood

Background

It began with a clandestine affair. Claudia Woodworth was a precocious, savvy student at Beauxbatons Academy. A young woman made of all straight edges and nearly folded corners. During her seventh year, a love match was set with a Durmstrang Institute protege. The Skeeter’s were of pureblood ancestry, with a small ancestral home on roral London. A proper match, for a proper young woman. Passion; however, is an unmovable force. And before long, Claudia found herself expecting. The date was quickly set to be wed, and before long, a young Rita Skeeter was brought into the world.

From an early age, Rita saw promise in the truly magnificent. A gifted story-teller and writer, she would comb the walls of the rural home in search of intrigue. When none could be found, she dreamed of the most salacious of tales. Her parents may have bemoaned the value of pureblood ideals, but the works of Shakespeare, Hemingway, and Woolf were too aspirational to reject. Putting quill to paper, her turn of phrase was that of honeyed gold. Delicious and rich with imagination. Once a day dreamer, with her head in the clouds, her enrollment to the prolific Beauxbatons Academy provided a grounded perspective. As an only child raised in a rural home, little could be said about the human condition.

It was to her pleasant surprise, then, that flesh and bone provided even more color than her wildest imagination. All people needed was a vice, an incentive - and they would unfurl. Reality, Rita quickly discerned, held more potent emotion than fiction every could. Her focus drifted - quickly adopting a reputation as a sleuth.

But the thing about the truth - was that several version of it could prevail. Such as Rita’s journalistic integrity, when she rose through the ranks of the Daily Prophet upon graduation.

The war may be tenuous and blood may be spilled - but if Rita isn’t there to put quill to parchment, then her competition will.

Personality

+ Hardworking, Resourceful, Dedicated, Intelligent

- Dishonest, Hypocritical, Immoral

Wanted Plots

This intro is fairly general, but in essence - Rita is a gossip with the journalistic integrity of a tabloid writer. She is ambitious, dedicated to her craft, and cares little for which way the war ends. So long as there are papers to publish, and intrigue to follow. I’d love for her pursue your muses stories, act as an adversary, provide ample expose, or for you to unearth a few skeletons of her own!

[passicnateyet]

    casper burke.

ϟ.  → aaron tveit : cis male : he/him : antiques dealer : charmer by tigers jaw ϟ  did you see CASPER BURKE ? you know ,  34 year old PUREBLOOD who was formally in slytherin . some say casper can be quite charismatic but are known to be mercurial. they are aligned with the order.  maybe that’s why they remind me of expensive hotels and expensive scotch, a politicians smile, a thin layer of dust on priceless treasures, days spent pouring over ancient texts and business ledgers.

                                        about casper

Casper was born just two weeks after Victory Day, in September 1945 and his birth was a personal victory for the Burke family. A beautiful, healthy baby boy. Heir to the family business and his mother’s pride and joy. He was beloved by both his parents - despite their rather icy relationship with each other. His mother spoiled him. His father showed him off. It was not an unhappy childhood, until it was.

His half-sister, Casper believes, ruined his life. He was ten, when she came along. The bastard. His parents marriage had never been happy, but they had lived under one roof in a civil manner. They had never argued – there had been no passion, no love or hate. He would take the ice over the fire any day. The arguments raged for months after his mother discovered his father’s indiscretion. Slammed doors, loud voices, a hole punched in the 80-year-old wallpaper in his parent’s bedroom. After the baby’s birth, his mother left. She moved to the family’s house in the south of France and made it her permanent home (though they never divorced), returning to London only for major society events. Cas lived with his mother for a year, until it came time to go Hogwarts but he did not spend much of his summers with her: he had to learn the family business at his father’s side, in England. 

Casper did well in school, though he did most of his learning over the summers. He spent days pouring over ancient texts, learning how to study items to determine their authenticity, value, purpose. It was tedious work and he loved it. To be alone with something precious and, often, dangerous felt like a privilege. He did not spend all his days in the storeroom though. Casper’s father frequently brought him on business trips across Europe, sometimes further afield. Casper quickly learned the importance of a charismatic smile and easy charm in the Burke line of work. How else would they secure the finest items? Or sell to the most exclusive bidders?

After school, Casper took more control of the business from his father. He had dreams of expanding. He did not want the small and seedy clientele that sometimes populated their shop on Knockturn Alley. He wanted the wizarding elite: ancient pureblood families, powerful wizards, ministers and lords. He left the work he enjoyed best: valuing, restoring, identifying the artifacts that passed through their shop in favour of building something grander. Casper has relied on diplomacy, charisma, his handsome face and his ruthless ambition to build the family into something more. Until recently, he spent little time in London, travelling both to acquire and sell. An average wizard walking the aisles of Borgin and Burke’s will not find Casper waiting to provide them assistance, but he meets regularly with the clients he deems valuable, to the Burke brand and to the Burke bank accounts.

As the war has gathered steam, Casper has seen business boom, particularly among blood purists. His natural sense of elitism encourages him to agree with them, although he has not joined Voldemort’s cause. Casper has his own ambitions – and they couldn’t be achieved from a cell in Azkaban. Still, he has nurtured relationships with many Death Eaters, and he’s always willing to walk the thin line between legal and illegal. Morality hardly enters the picture.

On a personal level, Casper’s polished charm hides an obsessive and curious personality, one he hides from almost everyone. He surrounds himself with surface level relationships. He has been burned in the past: a failed engagement, a half sister who he hates and cares for at once, a mother he hardly sees, a father who cares for him as an heir more than a son. Who could like the Casper underneath the charm? He is unconvinced anyone could.

[ofcarnelians]

ϟ. → blake lively : cis female : she / her : auror : ring by selena gomez  ϟ  did you see SAGE AUGUSTUS ? you know , 33 year old HALF-BLOOD  who was formally in ravenclaw . some say sage can be quite charming but are known to be callous. they are aligned with the neutrals .  maybe that’s why they remind me of rings from coffee mugs on a wooden desk, the smell of whiskey and  dark circles from late nights under her eyes .

name: sage amelia augustus

age: 33

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

gender: cis female 

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single

occupation: auror

bio

sage comes from a family with an open mind; her father is a wizard and her mother is a muggle. she grew up in a relatively good home and childhood, nothing to complain about and she was happy. she and her younger sister are also close.

though her family is open minded to things and she is as well being a half blood and all, she doesn’t want to get in the middle of the fight - though she is an auror, she hopes that maybe she can capture enough of the death eaters that voldemorts followers will dwindle.

her personality is very charming and sassy, she uses her good looks as a decoy to catch people off guard and be able to catch them and turn them in to azkaban. but dont get on her bad side she is very callous, vengeful and spiteful when pushed too far.

she has a long list of ex lovers, both male and female alike and wizard / witch / muggle alike, she doesn’t discriminate at all - she is attracted all.

[agentmonet]

The price of your greed is your son and your daughter What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?

Basic Info

Name: Lucius Malfoy

Occupation: Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation for the Ministry of Magic

Age: 35

Blood Status: Pureblood

Residence: Malfoy Manor

Relationship Status: Betrothed to Narcissa Black

Physical Description

Height: 6″0

Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Gender: Cisgender Male

Build: Slender

Blood Status: Pureblood

Background

What poetic irony it was, that a prolific family such as the Malfoy’s would be without an heir apparent for ten long years. A family of great abundance, limited by their lack of a succession plan. It was not without great effort - Abraxas and Cornelia Malfoy pursued every healer and expert. But not even their deep pockets could bring them a child. Some things took time. And yet, from the very moment Lucius Malfoy was born, it was as if no time had passed at all. A coy joke muttered by his mother, through bated breathe - just like his father, he needs to make it difficult on everyone.

Her words were proven true, as Lucius grew into the name and heritage that would inevitably define him. In the luxurious yet hallowed halls of Malfoy Manor, Lucius was inducted into his family’s values. His father, steely-eyed and frigid, pouring venom into the young boy’s ear. It was not bigotry, Abraxas argued, but birth right. No one said that the muggleborne could not live. Akin to all lesser creatures, it was their prerogative. So long as they remained in their corner of the world, twiddling their thumbs away from the high born. The problem comes in the false sense of unity, brought forth by the weak minded. And the Malfoy’s? They were anything but.

We are gentlemen, his father reminded him. Proper men of aristocratic upbringing, who did not bend to the whims of lesser men. From the onset, Lucius was forged of the same formal values as his predecessors. His interest that of the high born; fine wines, historic artifacts, politics, and high society. By his enrollment into Hogwarts, Lucius was the picturesque Malfoy. Intelligent, cunning, and discerning all the same. A repute that carried him to Slytherin, to the Slug Club, and to the right sorts of circles. The most prominent development, was that of his betrothal to Narcissa Black.

Following his time at Hogwarts, Lucius gained access to the Malfoy’s substantial wealth. An ancestral wealth that could leave generations comfortable, without so much as a lift of his wand. But there was a thirst for more than just indulgence. He wanted to uphold the values of those before him. And what better use of his substantial wealth, than to leverage it into the Ministry of Magic? His influence and intelligence allowed him to soar through the ministry. And, to date, occupies the guild as the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. A prominent role, that aids and abets the Death Eater’s cause.

Personality

+ Cunning, Courteous, Intelligent, Resourceful

- Cruel, Entitled, Possessive, Bigoted, Cowardly, Unfriendly

Wanted Plots

This intro is fairly general, but in essence - Lucius is cold and spoiled af. Off the top of my head, I’d love connections for: previous Slytherin cohorts, current ministry connections, rivals during his time at Hogwarts, and anyone the Malfoy family may have pissed off during their tenure