Post by lyle alexander avery on Apr 19, 2011 22:03:34 GMT -5
lyle alexander avery;
AVERY, 50 , DEATH EATER , GEORGE CLOONEY
old, traditional, astute, shady, corrupt
"I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by
moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the
rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde
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i. the basics
You wanted to know the basics of me? The bare bones information, so you can stash it away in your files and keep tabs on me as I destroy your world, so you can watch me and say, "Oh, it's because of his age. Born in a time like that." like it somehow erases everything, like you can dismiss a prisoner of his evil deeds for the very circumstances of his birth and the basics that define him. The long skin of life doesn't simply wrap around a few little facts and leave the rest up to interpretation. A man is more than his name, you must give him that. You must let him create a name for himself, as if he needed to earn it. If I tell you my name, several reactions may occur. You may smile, you may shutter, but what you should always realize is that I did not chose my name. It was chosen for me. Just like these basics you so long to know. They were chosen for me. Lyle Alexander Avery. House of Slytherin. Knight of Walpurgis. That settle it for you?
ii. the history
1926 wasn't that long ago, but it was in a time that seems forgotten, a time of peace.
EXPERIENCE four years
CONTACT girlgeek42@live/yahoo girlgeekxx42 - aim
MEMBER TITLE death eater
CHARACTER'S:
HOUSE: former slytherin
HAIR COLOR: blonde - gray
EYE COLOR: brown[/ul]
OTHER CHARACTERS severus, rita, kevin, ollie, dorcas, philip, bella, vinnie, alastrina
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Hogsmeade weekends were usually enjoyable for the students of Hogwarts. They practically ran away from the professors and all of that homework they had procrastinated away until the day before class. It was usually a fun time, experiencing the wizarding world away from cold castle walls. No matter how many of the fireplaces were cracking, no matter how many torches were lit, the castle generally felt cold most days, especially to Ollie. She hadn’t the time to practice that fake smile in the mirror, or learn to flip her hair just the right way to make people think she cared about their judgements of her. She was a Mckinnon, and that meant that judgements deserved none of her attention. So, when the trip to Hogsmeade came up, Ollie ran out of the castle like the rest of them, but part of her never wanted to go back.
Marlene had requested a large pack of firewhiskey from her older sister, and Ollie drug herself into The Three Broomsticks to fetch it. She threw a wink over to the barkeep, who knew to stock up when the Hogwarts students came to town. Her smile drifted over to him, and he danced away to get her supplies. Just a charm or two and it would be only broomstick cleaning supplies, nothing to cause alarm. As the barkeep disappeared, Ollie’s smile did as well. She was walking around numb in the wet weather, staring mindlessly from one shop to the next, drifting alone down the muddy paths. A majority of the seventh years were hiding behind Zonkos, collecting new stock of weed to resupply the broom closet. Ollie left them to their work, uninterested in anything that required much human contact, and went on with her miserable life.
Emma Logan sat at the only relatively open table in the pub today, and Ollie looked at her with silent admiration. Alice’s younger sister was always known as Alice’s younger sister but yet, Emma kept her stones about her, she kept hold of herself no matter how strange and messed up it got. Ollie wished she could be the same. She knew that today her worries and her troubles were showing on her face, in her empty eyes, in the way she slouched her shoulders and dragged her feet. Ollie wasn’t so good at covering shit up, it sprinkled merrily across her face and body, announcing her strangeness to the world. All Ollie really needed was someone who understood, who could say, Yes Olivia, you’re broken, but I love you. She shuddered at her own name, too girly to fit her tomboy nature, and she sat down across from Emma. Both girls were relatively quiet, but today silence wasn’t golden..it was more like a murky shade of bronze.
”You know, I absolutely hate the thought of drudging back to Hogwarts in only a few hours time. I’d rather stay out here in the rain. I’d rather let it just drown me, you know? So I don’t have to face anymore smiling, high faces. So I don’t have to care if Marley gets her damn firewhiskey. She’s only going to abuse it anyway. And I don’t want to see any of those girls anymore…it’s just, it’s all just…it’s shit isn’t it? Solid shit.” And there it was. It rolled out of her like a broken pearl necklace. The beads picking up all of the dust and the dirt, and being stepped on and crushed, all of their beauty destroyed when they are no longer part of the whole. Ollie leaned her head against one fist, and reached out for Emma’s untouched butterbeer.
She knocked back the glass and gulped down the warm liquid. It calmed her heart down, it had been beating rather fast since she opened her mouth to speak. The butterbeer seemed to extend out from her throat to the very tips of her fingers and toes. It settled the hairs on the back of her neck back down. She put the empty glass down, clunking it against the worn wood. Ollie licked her lips once and looked apologetically up at Emma. "I'll buy you another one..." Her voice was fragile, almost too quiet to hear, which was an odd thing for a Mckinnon. She just gave a sigh and let her chin hit the table, and her arms flew up over her head, messing with the already tousled and matted hair.
Marlene had requested a large pack of firewhiskey from her older sister, and Ollie drug herself into The Three Broomsticks to fetch it. She threw a wink over to the barkeep, who knew to stock up when the Hogwarts students came to town. Her smile drifted over to him, and he danced away to get her supplies. Just a charm or two and it would be only broomstick cleaning supplies, nothing to cause alarm. As the barkeep disappeared, Ollie’s smile did as well. She was walking around numb in the wet weather, staring mindlessly from one shop to the next, drifting alone down the muddy paths. A majority of the seventh years were hiding behind Zonkos, collecting new stock of weed to resupply the broom closet. Ollie left them to their work, uninterested in anything that required much human contact, and went on with her miserable life.
Emma Logan sat at the only relatively open table in the pub today, and Ollie looked at her with silent admiration. Alice’s younger sister was always known as Alice’s younger sister but yet, Emma kept her stones about her, she kept hold of herself no matter how strange and messed up it got. Ollie wished she could be the same. She knew that today her worries and her troubles were showing on her face, in her empty eyes, in the way she slouched her shoulders and dragged her feet. Ollie wasn’t so good at covering shit up, it sprinkled merrily across her face and body, announcing her strangeness to the world. All Ollie really needed was someone who understood, who could say, Yes Olivia, you’re broken, but I love you. She shuddered at her own name, too girly to fit her tomboy nature, and she sat down across from Emma. Both girls were relatively quiet, but today silence wasn’t golden..it was more like a murky shade of bronze.
”You know, I absolutely hate the thought of drudging back to Hogwarts in only a few hours time. I’d rather stay out here in the rain. I’d rather let it just drown me, you know? So I don’t have to face anymore smiling, high faces. So I don’t have to care if Marley gets her damn firewhiskey. She’s only going to abuse it anyway. And I don’t want to see any of those girls anymore…it’s just, it’s all just…it’s shit isn’t it? Solid shit.” And there it was. It rolled out of her like a broken pearl necklace. The beads picking up all of the dust and the dirt, and being stepped on and crushed, all of their beauty destroyed when they are no longer part of the whole. Ollie leaned her head against one fist, and reached out for Emma’s untouched butterbeer.
She knocked back the glass and gulped down the warm liquid. It calmed her heart down, it had been beating rather fast since she opened her mouth to speak. The butterbeer seemed to extend out from her throat to the very tips of her fingers and toes. It settled the hairs on the back of her neck back down. She put the empty glass down, clunking it against the worn wood. Ollie licked her lips once and looked apologetically up at Emma. "I'll buy you another one..." Her voice was fragile, almost too quiet to hear, which was an odd thing for a Mckinnon. She just gave a sigh and let her chin hit the table, and her arms flew up over her head, messing with the already tousled and matted hair.
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