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OoC::
Name/Alias:: Kris
BiC::
Full Name:: Marius Florian Pyralis Aleron
Age:: 29
Occupation:: Potions Master/Researcher
Affiliation:: Death Eaters
Blood:: Pure
History:: Born to Cassius and Akantha Aleron on the unusually grey evening of January 17th, Marius was a quiet child, enough so that it was feared that he was either deaf or mute. While the two parents were arguing over the merits of disposing of the as-yet unnamed, and possibly 'inferior' child, he began to cry, calming when their voices lowered from their previous shouting level in surprise, unwittingly saving himself from an early death.
His trend for being quiet stayed with him as he grew older, despite his mother's every attempt to spoil him into being more vocal. His reserved nature further worsened upon the birth of his younger sister, secretly jealous of all the attention that turned from him to the more exuberant little girl.
His first foray into potion-making began when he was two and a half, on the day of his sister's first birthday. Already beginning to read, he tried making a simple poison to put in his sister's food. His father found him while he was adding the poison to the batter of her birthday cake. Instead of scolding him for trying to kill his sister, he pointed out that the color was slightly off in the poison, and that it would be neutralized by the baking process. Curious about the information, and pleased by his father's attention, he took to potions almost rabidly, seeking more attention, particularly from his otherwise aloof and condescending father.
His life continued on in this vein, with a steady amount of resentment and jealousy toward his sister, and approval (and attention) seeking from his parents, until shortly before school, where he was frantically tutored on interpersonal skills, so that when the time came that he went to school, at Durmstrang, he was a skillful and dispassionate leader/manipulator.
One day, near the end of his schooling, he received a letter from his father, stating that his sister (attending a different school) had become romantically involved with a muggleborn wizard several years her senior, and was summarily disowned. Seeing it as the opportunity lost to him since her first birthday, he viciously attacked her choices and opinions, joining the Death Eaters before he'd even graduated.
The strain of the incident drove his mother to madness, so his father killed her to avoid a scandal, using one of Marius' poisons from when he was a child. Marius discovered the truth about his mother's 'untimely death from mortification' some years later, and confronted his father out of a skewed sense of revenge. The altercation brought them to a better understanding of each other, but a more distant relationship, and they parted ways.
Until the takeover of Hogwarts, Marius lived in and worked out of one of the smaller Aleron estates (which his father never frequented), experimenting and occasionally taking mail-order requests, as the fancy took him.
Appearance:: Many of the older wizarding families are associated with looking a certain way; the Malfoys and being blond, the freckled, red-haired Weasleys, and the Alerons are no exception. Eyes the color of pale amber, and tawny, dark brown hair are their identifying features. Marius' eyes were a shade or two darker than normal, and his hair a shade lighter, but he clearly looks his part. Unlike most wizards he's acquainted with, his hair is cut relatively short, for practicality more than aesthetics, brushed carefully into a somewhat spiked look, often resembling a head of feathers when he is angry or anxious, as he has the tendency to run his hands through it, and tug on it.
His complexion is pale, from being indoors too much as a child and adult, but luckily tends to stay just this side of sickly, appearances and all. His features aren't especially attractive or unattractive, though they have a tendency to give clue to his more violent, dangerous nature. A cruel smile, a predatory gleam in his eyes, little traits that have a tendency to undermine even his most gentle facades.
When not simply wearing his Death Eater robes, Marius favors dueling robes, for practicality and as a personal preference for their style. He generally dresses in shades of brown, with the occasional highlight of gold, green, or red. An oddity of dress worth noting would be his tendency to wear two cloaks: a thick, dark, full length cloak, without a hood, with a slightly lighter half-cloak over top of it, hooded, and generally made of a lighter fabric. Those who know why specifically he does this, haven't been in a position to say why to anyone else.
Personality:: Marius is what is often conveniently labeled as a jerk. He disdains upon those of lower status than his own, whether they are inferior in terms of wealth, power, or historical purity. He has strong opinions and beliefs on nearly everything, and verbally (and sometimes physically) attacks anything he disagrees with or does not understand.
He has a strong respect of history and tradition, as they have influenced his life from a very young age. He is polite, but cold, to his betters and equals, often harboring quiet resentments to those that show him up, ultimately satisfying his vengeful streak by slowly poisoning 'the uppity show-offs'. He is proud of his potions, and often will hole himself away for weeks experimenting, trying to come up with more powerful, and usually more destructive potions, only coming out when summoned by Voldemort.
He doesn't feel strongly for many things. The strongest of his negative emotions are reserved for Muggles (and anything to do with them), and his sister. Any mention of his disowned sister will easily send him past the point of verbal violence, into physical violence. His strongest positive emotions go to his potions, and his life-long fascination in them. Other than that, he's generally detached emotionally from the world, a habit left over from youth, when it was an enforced necessity.
Extras?:: Marius' wand is 13 inches, teak, with a phoenix feather core. He is (unless management prefer otherwise) a registered animagus, with the form of a golden eagle.
Roleplay Sample:: It was a beautiful day. While the air was a bit crisp, the sun shone down all the warmer and brighter for it, or so it seemed. The birds were singing, and the people were playing. For the most part.
The rays of the sun didn't penetrate this far, into the world of poor illumination, thick, musty air, and quietly groaning shelves. Whomever put forth the idea that libraries were quiet was quite obviously a fool. They practically spoke to you, if you chose to listen.
At the moment, unfortunately, Celerius could not stop and listen. The alchemical properties of black maple wouldn't find themselves, after all. He was seated in an oversized chair, which lent itself to his folded sitting position atop the upholstered seat.
To his left, stacked up from the floor, were several books. On top of this stack was the book "Practical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Jared Knots. Folded open across his lap, was the book's counterpart "Impractical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Stonk Deraj. To his right was a significantly smaller stack of books, the last two of which had slid to one side, paving the way for an arduous clean-up. And in the midst of it all, he sat, curled over his own lap to skim over lists, gratefully searching for his particular specimen of query through the index. Many of the older books lacked such a useful item. Occasionally, he would glance out from between the locks of his hair that had pulled free of their tie with his left eye, at once curious about what other people are doing, and grateful that they were far, far away from his person.
Name/Alias:: Kris
BiC::
Full Name:: Marius Florian Pyralis Aleron
Age:: 29
Occupation:: Potions Master/Researcher
Affiliation:: Death Eaters
Blood:: Pure
History:: Born to Cassius and Akantha Aleron on the unusually grey evening of January 17th, Marius was a quiet child, enough so that it was feared that he was either deaf or mute. While the two parents were arguing over the merits of disposing of the as-yet unnamed, and possibly 'inferior' child, he began to cry, calming when their voices lowered from their previous shouting level in surprise, unwittingly saving himself from an early death.
His trend for being quiet stayed with him as he grew older, despite his mother's every attempt to spoil him into being more vocal. His reserved nature further worsened upon the birth of his younger sister, secretly jealous of all the attention that turned from him to the more exuberant little girl.
His first foray into potion-making began when he was two and a half, on the day of his sister's first birthday. Already beginning to read, he tried making a simple poison to put in his sister's food. His father found him while he was adding the poison to the batter of her birthday cake. Instead of scolding him for trying to kill his sister, he pointed out that the color was slightly off in the poison, and that it would be neutralized by the baking process. Curious about the information, and pleased by his father's attention, he took to potions almost rabidly, seeking more attention, particularly from his otherwise aloof and condescending father.
His life continued on in this vein, with a steady amount of resentment and jealousy toward his sister, and approval (and attention) seeking from his parents, until shortly before school, where he was frantically tutored on interpersonal skills, so that when the time came that he went to school, at Durmstrang, he was a skillful and dispassionate leader/manipulator.
One day, near the end of his schooling, he received a letter from his father, stating that his sister (attending a different school) had become romantically involved with a muggleborn wizard several years her senior, and was summarily disowned. Seeing it as the opportunity lost to him since her first birthday, he viciously attacked her choices and opinions, joining the Death Eaters before he'd even graduated.
The strain of the incident drove his mother to madness, so his father killed her to avoid a scandal, using one of Marius' poisons from when he was a child. Marius discovered the truth about his mother's 'untimely death from mortification' some years later, and confronted his father out of a skewed sense of revenge. The altercation brought them to a better understanding of each other, but a more distant relationship, and they parted ways.
Until the takeover of Hogwarts, Marius lived in and worked out of one of the smaller Aleron estates (which his father never frequented), experimenting and occasionally taking mail-order requests, as the fancy took him.
Appearance:: Many of the older wizarding families are associated with looking a certain way; the Malfoys and being blond, the freckled, red-haired Weasleys, and the Alerons are no exception. Eyes the color of pale amber, and tawny, dark brown hair are their identifying features. Marius' eyes were a shade or two darker than normal, and his hair a shade lighter, but he clearly looks his part. Unlike most wizards he's acquainted with, his hair is cut relatively short, for practicality more than aesthetics, brushed carefully into a somewhat spiked look, often resembling a head of feathers when he is angry or anxious, as he has the tendency to run his hands through it, and tug on it.
His complexion is pale, from being indoors too much as a child and adult, but luckily tends to stay just this side of sickly, appearances and all. His features aren't especially attractive or unattractive, though they have a tendency to give clue to his more violent, dangerous nature. A cruel smile, a predatory gleam in his eyes, little traits that have a tendency to undermine even his most gentle facades.
When not simply wearing his Death Eater robes, Marius favors dueling robes, for practicality and as a personal preference for their style. He generally dresses in shades of brown, with the occasional highlight of gold, green, or red. An oddity of dress worth noting would be his tendency to wear two cloaks: a thick, dark, full length cloak, without a hood, with a slightly lighter half-cloak over top of it, hooded, and generally made of a lighter fabric. Those who know why specifically he does this, haven't been in a position to say why to anyone else.
Personality:: Marius is what is often conveniently labeled as a jerk. He disdains upon those of lower status than his own, whether they are inferior in terms of wealth, power, or historical purity. He has strong opinions and beliefs on nearly everything, and verbally (and sometimes physically) attacks anything he disagrees with or does not understand.
He has a strong respect of history and tradition, as they have influenced his life from a very young age. He is polite, but cold, to his betters and equals, often harboring quiet resentments to those that show him up, ultimately satisfying his vengeful streak by slowly poisoning 'the uppity show-offs'. He is proud of his potions, and often will hole himself away for weeks experimenting, trying to come up with more powerful, and usually more destructive potions, only coming out when summoned by Voldemort.
He doesn't feel strongly for many things. The strongest of his negative emotions are reserved for Muggles (and anything to do with them), and his sister. Any mention of his disowned sister will easily send him past the point of verbal violence, into physical violence. His strongest positive emotions go to his potions, and his life-long fascination in them. Other than that, he's generally detached emotionally from the world, a habit left over from youth, when it was an enforced necessity.
Extras?:: Marius' wand is 13 inches, teak, with a phoenix feather core. He is (unless management prefer otherwise) a registered animagus, with the form of a golden eagle.
Roleplay Sample:: It was a beautiful day. While the air was a bit crisp, the sun shone down all the warmer and brighter for it, or so it seemed. The birds were singing, and the people were playing. For the most part.
The rays of the sun didn't penetrate this far, into the world of poor illumination, thick, musty air, and quietly groaning shelves. Whomever put forth the idea that libraries were quiet was quite obviously a fool. They practically spoke to you, if you chose to listen.
At the moment, unfortunately, Celerius could not stop and listen. The alchemical properties of black maple wouldn't find themselves, after all. He was seated in an oversized chair, which lent itself to his folded sitting position atop the upholstered seat.
To his left, stacked up from the floor, were several books. On top of this stack was the book "Practical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Jared Knots. Folded open across his lap, was the book's counterpart "Impractical Uses for Deciduous Vegetation" by Stonk Deraj. To his right was a significantly smaller stack of books, the last two of which had slid to one side, paving the way for an arduous clean-up. And in the midst of it all, he sat, curled over his own lap to skim over lists, gratefully searching for his particular specimen of query through the index. Many of the older books lacked such a useful item. Occasionally, he would glance out from between the locks of his hair that had pulled free of their tie with his left eye, at once curious about what other people are doing, and grateful that they were far, far away from his person.
