FELIX BARKER
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Name: Felix Barker
Age: 24
Class: Wizard
Blood: Pure
FAMILY
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Mother: Kathy Barker, moved to America when Felix was 13.
Father: Michael Barker, died before Felix turned 10.
Brother(s): N/A
Sister(s): Michelle Barker, Only 6 when Felix was 13, a beautiful fair-haired child who resembled his mother. She was taken to America when Kathy Barker abandoned Felix.
Other: N/A
APPEARANCE
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Playby: Kevin Flamme
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'2"
Build: Thin
Skin: Light Olive Toned
Clothes: Black t-shirts and ripped up jeans casually. In formal he wears a well tailored suit jacket with black dress pants, and shiny black shoes.
Overall Appearance: Felix tends to have a casual feel to him. He keeps his hair loose and fluffy, his clothing average at best, and fits in well with a crowd. He sometimes has the 'punk teenager' look about him, but when dealing with important matters will dress for the occasion. While his hair style and accessories don't really change, his clothes tell a lot about what he's doing on any particular day.
PERSONALITY
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Nationality: English
Good Qualities: Charming and well-cultured, Felix is smart. He has a thirst for knowledge that showed in Hogwarts when he was a Ravenclaw. With a simple and defined speech pattern he's easy to understand and communicate with, and is always ready with a smile.
Bad Qualities: Felix isn't what you'd call a good guy. His strengths include torture, kidnap, and emotional / mental abuse. While not a dueler, he can break anyone on the torture table, and favors medieval style tools. He does not trust easily and is always thinking two steps ahead of the game.
Likes: Torture, potion making, reading, moonlight, crisp suits, the occasional cigarette.
Dislikes: Goody-two-shoes, Arrogance, Comments about his age.
Fears: Total Isolation, Withdraws, Pain
General Personality: Felix is far from what you'd call a nice guy. Even though he can be very convincing. His smiles hide a snake ready to strike with his piercing wit and overall desire to prove, his thirst for knowledge knows no bounds as he seeks to learn and create in a world that seems intent on keeping others in the dark.
Felix can be very charming however, when not working with important issues, he is easy with a smile and happy for conversation. He fears being alone for too long, and desires to succeed in anything he strives for. Weak as a dueler however, he is not a mercenary, he does not fight for what he believes. His love for his younger sister, and anger at his father drives him to refuse strong connections with strangers.
HISTORY
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Early Years: Felix never had a loving home. His father was in a circle of Death Eaters for most of his life. Felix never knew much about his father, except that he drank a lot when he was home, and would occasionally offer up beatings, which Felix was too young to take or understand. Felix however spent much of his time protecting his younger sister from the truth of his father, and she was unaware he was a bad man up until he died.
When Felix was ten his father died, and life seemed to be good. Felix lived with his mother and sister up until he left for Hogwarts.
Hogwarts Years: Felix was sorted into Ravenclaw house in Hogwarts due to his thirst for knowledge and desire to improve. His views on the world were twisted however by Slytherin students who helped him join up with a Death Eater wanna-be group when he was only twelve.
Felix was thirteen when he returned home from school for the summer to find his home abandoned. A note from his mother was all that left that told him they had moved to America. She had taken his little sister and refused to say where they had gone. Saying only that Felix looked too much like his father for her to continue living with him. Felix left home that summer and got odd jobs to continue his education until he graduated.
After Hogwarts / Adult: Out of school Felix dove into the Dark Arts like they had been calling him his entire life. He got into Death Eaters groups that remained around after the Dark Lord was destroyed, and continued to fight against the Aurors and build up a secret army of supporters, slowly taking the ranks until he was well ahead of others in the race to destroy the weakened Magical community.
OUT OF CHARACTER
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Alias: Molly
RP Experience: Nearly 10 years now
Other Characters: None
How did you find us?: I used to be here 9 years ago. Christy.
RP Sample:- Spoiler:
It was boring, oh so boring. She hadn't had a good meal or a decent conversation in weeks. Rolling over on a massive pile of gold, Avrae groaned and slid her feet under her, unraveling her wings slowly, and stretching her neck out, leaning back on her back legs and putting her feet out in front of her, like a cat. She stretched slowly, carefully, her jaw gaping in a yawn as she unfurled her wings and pointed them straight towards the ceiling, brushing with the stalactites that dotted it.
Humans and Fae were too scared these days to venture into the desert on their own. She hadn't seen a good, lost traveler in months, maybe years. Fae were all fighting down in the Valley of Bones, and no one cared about the aging Dragon that still kept it's hoard in the cave surrounded by sand. Finishing her long and drawn out stretch, Avrae stepped over the mound of gold carefully, surprisingly delicate for such a large creature.
Pushing her way past her treasures, Avrae moved to the mouth of the cave and looked out over the hot, barren landscape that made up her home. She stretched out her large, white wings and moved out of her cave. A giant rock stood beside the entrance to her home, and with a single flap of her wings, she pushed her front paws up into the air and set them on the rock, pushing it without any trouble over the hole to her cave and protecting it's secrets within.
Blinking a few more times in the blinding light of outside, Avrae took one more look around and extended her vast wings once more, before pushing off the ground and taking to the sky. She circled for a moment over her home, making sure it was decently hidden, before striking off towards the city of Alikar. For surely they had had enough time to gather materials and rebuild after her last attack, and would have money to pay for a ransom of some noble person.
It was quite the flight, and although it had been nearly noon when she had left her home, and even after speeding through the air with grace she lacked on the ground, it was a few hours before she reached the handsome city of Alikar. It seemed to grow from the sand as she approached and she couldn't help but feel a massive grin etch onto her face as she thought of the mounds of gold and treasure this city still hid from her grasp.
Nearly upon the city, Avrae opened her jaws wide and let forth a massive fireball from her belly, a roar accompanying her flame, she flew through the fireball and into a dive, straight towards the cities main market, where she knew people of all kinds would be seen, and it was easy to pick out the rich from the richer.