DEVEREAUX, CHRISTOPHER EREBUS

christopher erebus devereaux

PERSONALITY

Boggart: Rejection. Kit fears being shunned and not accepted, or laughed at by those he cares about and strangers alike. It makes him very guarded, for the idea of not being good enough, or opening up only to be ridiculed or rejected fills him with severe anxiety. This is a huge part of the reason why he works his arse off to be the best he can be in everything he does. The boggart would become any one of Kit's friends and shun him because of what he is.
Mirror of Erised: Kit dreams of one day being surrounded by his family, accepted fully for who he is, stepping into a bright future where he can make his own choices and break barriers and take chances, instead of being so restricted by narrow-minded people and the fear that he will be looked down upon forever for being who he is.
Patronus: Kit cannot conjure a Patronus due to being half-vampire, but if he could, it would take the form of a Thestral, and his memory would be of his mother when he was a child, before things got dark for her.

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Kit likes to think of himself as just a normal, nice guy. He may have vampire genes running through his beautiful body, but he doesn't like to be different, and strives to be treated the same as everyone else. He is fair and kind, and has a strict set of morals and a love for his family that drives everything he does. He is good through and through, and will fight for what he believes in, even if it means others don't like him for the decisions he makes. He is ridiculously stubborn, and it doesn't matter if everyone on the planet disagrees with him, if he feels in his gut that something is right, then he will do it. He can be viewed as a bit uptight at times because of his quieter nature, but Kit doesn't care. He is who he is, and his friends value him for his loyalty and steady personality, knowing they can always count on him to stand by them no matter what, and to be completely honest.

He can be a bit naive at times when others aren't as true as he is, and he has been let down by people he thought were friends on more than one occasion. He bounces back from things quickly, and tends to bottle bad feelings up and push them away, rather than dealing with them, preferring to focus on any tasks he has to do rather than sit and dwell on life problems. He's not the most open person when it comes to his feelings, and it takes a lot of effort for him to open up and let new people in, whether with new friendships or romance. He is happy to date and have fun, but anything that involves letting people into his heart takes a good bit more effort on his part, and he gets easily embarrassed by this kind of thing, though once he commits to someone, he is unfalteringly loyal and loving, and will do anything to keep a partner happy.

As far as Kit is concerned, rules are made to be followed, and this also gets him a bad reputation as being an arse kisser at times, but again, he doesn't care. He does what he feels is right, and he likes to feel like he's towing the line and doing things by the book. He is a perfectionist, and when it comes to learning to duel and fight for his job as an Auror, he is relentless in getting spells and moves perfect, training obsessively and actually really enjoying it. This makes him a great person to have watching your back, almost like having the Terminator by your side in battle, though if things start to go wrong, he's not afraid to turn and run for his life, though he will make sure everyone else is out of the line of fire first. He is inherently good, and only ever wants what's best for the people he cares about.

Family is everything to Kit, and his siblings are the most important people in the world, the ones who he is hardest on because he wants them to be the best version of themselves, and yet the ones who see his softest side, his affectionate side (he's an awkward hugger outside of good friends), and the ones who he actually takes advice from every once in a while. He has always felt like it was his job to take care of his siblings, being the eldest of four, and he is very much on top of things in his life because of this. It has made him be organised, efficient, great at time management, independent, and a bloody great mediator in fights. He values his alone time greatly, though Kit is always happy to be around friends, and is always willing to drop what he is doing and spend time with them, even though he isn't the most sociable creature on the planet.

HISTORY

Mother: Liliana (Ana) Devereaux, deceased aged 30 (14 years ago), Pureblood witch, Ravenclaw Alumni
Father: Maximus (Max) Eridanos Devereaux, 454 (appears eternally around 30 years old), Vampire
Siblings: Oliver Osiris Devereaux, 21, Gryffindor Alumni
Seraphina Alala Devereaux, 19, Ravenclaw student
Romily Eris Devereaux, 17, Hufflepuff student
Partners: None.
Others: A black cat named Azrael.

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Liliana was a beautiful Pureblood witch, with sparkling turquoise eyes and hair like rich chocolate, she was intelligent and kind and blinded by her own heart. A Ravenclaw student at Hogwarts, she had been smart and a quick study, and loved to help others who didn't come so naturally to school work as she did. She had many friends, and a wonderful future ahead of her, her parents finding a beautiful Pureblood boy for her to marry once she graduated. However, Liliana found something much more beautiful than her betrothed...

He was dark and mysterious, with hair almost as black as night, eyes of the deepest earthen hues imaginable, and charm beyond measure. His name was Maximus, and he called her 'Ana', the first to do so. She adored it, and everything else that left his lips, and he was everything she wanted, though she had no real reason for it other than blind desire. He had the ability to take her breath away with just a look, and she no longer saw any other males when she walked down the street, they all paled into nothingness when compared to Max, and she called off her engagement so that she could be with him, her family devastated at her actions. They didn't know the half of it.

It took her months before she made him feel comfortable enough to reveal the truth about himself. Max was a vampire, and a hefty four hundred and something years old already. So blinded was she, by this handsome, enigmatic man, that Ana was not scared. She loved him. She loved him and there was no going back, and fortunately for her, Max felt the same way. In all of his years roaming the earth he had never found anybody that he would want to be with, to stay with, to fall in love with, but Liliana... Oh, he could not pass up such a beauty, and they were married within months, a private ceremony with just the two of them, and not long after that Ana fell pregnant with their first child.

Max was pleased. Though his children would not be full-blooded vampires, he was satisfied that he would get to pass his genes on with this incredible woman, and his children would inherit his strength and speed and enhanced senses, and hopefully their mother's magic, too. Ana became volatile while pregnant, she couldn't control her emotions, and Max told her it was because the child growing inside her was part vampire, her cravings and feelings would be more powerful and out of the ordinary compared to those a human baby would cause. One such craving was blood, and Max refused to give it to her, so she went elsewhere out of desperation. She sought out a vampire den and got herself in way over her head, being blackmailed into making a deal she would later regret greatly. One of the vampires in the clan promised her his blood if, in return, once her baby was born, she would allow him to feed off of her whenever he wished. She agreed, driven by the need for blood boiling inside of her.

The firstborn child of Maximus and Liliana was born on 9th January 1956, named Christopher Erebus Devereaux. His mother chose his first name, purely because it was her favourite name for a boy, and his father chose his middle name, wanting it to fit in with the vampire blood that ran through his son's veins, he chose Erebus, the name of the Primordial God of darkness. They named him Kit for short, and he was a beauty, with a shock of dark hair and bright hazel eyes, a perfect mix of his mother's green and father's brown, they shone with intelligence and curiosity from the second he opened them. Though made up of half darkness, Kit was innocent and oblivious as his mother returned to the vampire den and discovered how addictive a vampires bite could be. She was hooked, and it was the first step on a long, drawn out downward spiral.

Kit was a fast learner like his mother, and a fast mover like his father, though he showed no signs of magic at all during his first few years, only revealing the enhanced vampiric abilities he had inherited from his father, like strength and healing, bruises disappearing from his baby soft skin within hours when he was learning to walk. His parents never had to worry about him hurting himself because of this, and any bumps or falls that would have seriously injured normal babies didn't affect him much at all. He could walk in sunlight, unlike his dad, and his heart beat like a human, which meant Kit had all of the vulnerabilities a human had. He was not immortal. He would live a normal human lifetime and then die, if he wasn't killed before then, and he could get sick. He understood what he was from a young age, being a highly observant little boy, and he was quiet, mostly because he liked to watch and learn, but his father wondered if Kit was quiet in nature for other reasons, like perhaps he wasn't sure about his vampiric side, perhaps he wondered about himself, if he was good, if he was a monster, if he had a soul. All of those things seemed like normal things to worry about to Max, and he would have been very right in his guesses if he'd have voiced them.

Another challenge emerged when Kit had his first serious injury. He climbed his mother's bookcase one day, and the whole thing toppled down on top of him, and though he didn't lose consciousness, his arm was broken, and he had a large cut on the back of his head, which wasn't showing signs of healing, or responding to any magic his mother tried to close the wound. Max knew what to do, though he was hesitant. Blood would help his boy heal. It was natural to him, and obvious, and though Max didn't drink human blood, he survived by feeding off of animals, and so he set about making up a beaker of fox blood for his baby boy. Kit drank the blood like it was warm milk, not recoiling in horror like his mother had worried, and the wound on his head soon began to heal, colour flushing his cheeks again within minutes. This was a life lesson, and something that Kit and his siblings would have to learn to live with, needing to drink blood when ill or injured to help them heal.

When Kit was two, his family grew. Another baby boy was born into the Devereaux family, Oliver. Kit adored his baby brother, and the boys bonded quickly, Ollie copying everything from his big brother and looking up to him in every way. Max was happy with his boys, his bloodline, however messed up, would continue, and he tried his best to be a good dad and a loyal husband, though it went against his nature in so many ways, he wanted to prove to his wife that he was different, that she hadn't made a mistake when she had taken a chance on him, and he loved his children fiercely, all the while noticing the changes in Ana as she grew thinner and made excuses to leave the house more. He knew. Deep down, he knew what was going on, and he tried his best to stop it, even killing a few vampires that he discovered Ana visiting. It was all pointless, she would just find someone new to give her her highs, and the venom that seeped into her veins from those fangs, making her feel so amazing, was slowly killing her. Max stuck by her.

Two years later, she fell pregnant again, though she was more frail this time, and Max seized the opportunity to force her into resting, weaning her off of her vampire addiction against her will. She begged him to bite her, told him that if he did it it would be fine, because he loved her and there was nothing wrong with sharing that kind of bond together. Max refused, furious with her for wanting to harm herself, and furious with himself for wanting to have children, knowing if she had never been pregnant with Kit that she wouldn't have turned to the vampires at all. Kit and Ollie knew things weren't perfect at home, but they remained oblivious to the real problem, as boys of four and two should. Neither boy had shown any signs of magic by that point, and their first sister came along, distracting them from how ill their mother was. Seraphina was just as beautiful as her brothers, and she was doted on by both boys, who loved her intensely and wanted to help take care of her and protect her.

A year later and the family grew one final time. Ana had been successfully weaned off of her addiction, and her last pregnancy triggered the urges again, frustrating both her and her husband, since they hadn't planned to have any more children, and the cravings were unwelcome after so much hard work and effort to get Ana back on track and away from that dark world. Max managed to get her through the pregnancy in one piece, little Romily being born too early, but surviving and fighting her way through life with vampiric strength and tenacity. It was no use for Ana, though, and she fell back into her old ways, managing to keep it a secret from Max for a whole year before he noticed what was going on again.

When Kit was nine years old, his mother was incredibly ill. She was so far gone in her addiction, she was a shadow of her former self. He had grown to be a quiet boy, observant, intelligent, kind, strong, unfalteringly loyal to his family, and with a heart so big and full of love he thought he might die when his father sat him and his siblings down that day. "Your mother has died," Max had said, matter of fact. He never sheltered his children, knowing they were strong in a lot of ways, and cut out to handle the harsh realities of life. "You knew she was unwell." He had kissed each of them on the top of the head in turn. "She's with the angels now, watching over you. She's better now." Then Maximus had retreated into his own room for hours, Kit sure he could hear the sounds of his father's sobs through the thick wooden doors in their home.

The girls were too young to understand properly, but they tried, and Kit felt it was his duty to help them through and keep them safe and happy as much as he could. Ollie seemed to take it on the chin, though Kit knew he was hurting, but the boy was so kind and loving he refused to show any pain he might be in, wanting to put on a brave face for his tiny sisters, and Kit admired his baby brother even more for that. His desire to protect his siblings from any more hurt, from all of the darkness that had fallen upon their mother, forced his first spark of magic to materialize. The day of his mother's funeral had been hard. It had taken place at night so that their father could be there, obviously, but Kit had been sad that the flowers in the garden weren't in bloom for her. She had loved flowers and nature so much. He had plucked a pink rose, lifting its closed up petals to his face, eyes golden in the moonlight as tears burned there but never fell. It was silly, it was only a flower, it didn't mean anything. But it would have made her smile that bright smile of hers, the one Kit had, too, and that wasn't silly. That was everything. Slowly, the rose had begun to move, the pale pink petals opening gently in his hand, making the astonished boy smile his mother's smile. Max watched from the window, pride surging within him as he watched his boy, his firstborn, produce magic. His powerful, special boy.

He knew he had a two year wait before he could get a wand of his own and learn how to protect his siblings with magic, but Kit was patient. He focused on pestering his father to teach him fighting, and Max was more than happy to teach all of his children how to protect themselves, knowing that they would excel in anything physical, and he was proven right by all four Devereaux children, who were fierce little warriors already. Kit read books on magic from his mother's library, he studied all of the different areas he could, though nothing could stop him from worrying that he wouldn't get a letter to attend Hogwarts. He was part-vampire. What if that went against him? What if he was rejected from the school for not being a full-blooded wizard? Worry gnawed away at him for a long time before the day finally came.

A small owl - or maybe it just seemed small to Kit's lanky frame - tapped on his window one bright summer morning, and he opened the window wide, harshly noticing the heat that burned down onto his window sill. Another thing he had inherited from his father, Kit was always cold, he didn't notice it, but others did, though he had learned to make excuses by now, just like he and his siblings all knew the story to tell people when asked about their dad. He worked nights, and had to sleep all day, which was why he was never seen in the day time. That was the story they had practised for years, since Liliana had died, and Kit kept things running smoothly in the sunlight, making sure the food shopping was done, and that his sisters got to play in the park every day and actually see outside regularly, rather than all of them becoming recluses. Most people believed the story, and any that questioned further were introduced to Max's vampire abilities to charm and deceive, and he would hypnotise (for lack of a better word) them into buying the story, making sure their tracks were well covered and they weren't questioned or seen to be different to any other human family.

The owl had sensed it in Kit as soon as it hopped through his window, and it flapped its wings at him in a panic as he approached, screeching at him as he untied the letter from its leg, trying to calm the creature down. It wasn't an unusual experience, animals didn't like vampires, and Kit had never met one that could stand him or his siblings, though he'd never met an owl before, and the scratches on his arm were deep as the creature fled for its life back out of the window, leaving a stunned boy gaping out into the sun streaked garden. His letter. He had opened it carefully, knowing he would want to treasure it forever if it really was from Hogwarts, and the words on the page almost didn't seem real. He had a place. He had been accepted. He was just as much a wizard as other magical people in the eyes of the school. The relief he felt was immense, and the relief and happiness his brother and sisters felt was also incredible as he ran to tell them. It meant that they, too, would be able to go and learn magic at the castle, just like their mum, and the family of five celebrated that night, even Max making a huge effort to fuss over his eldest child, proud as anything to know he would have the best of both worlds, and the ability to master magic. The portrait of Liliana smiled down at her family a little bit brighter that night.

August brought with it a shopping spree to Diagon Alley, where Kit had been a few times during his childhood, mostly with his mum, though she went by herself more often than not. He had been nervous getting his first wand, again worried that one might not choose him. Rejection looming over his head as he held wand after wand in the small shop, nothing happening. Eventually a shimmering black wand was placed in his steady hand, and he didn't have to do anything, sparks shot to the ceiling immediately, as though it had reacted just to the touch of his skin, and the shopkeeper had been thrilled, patting Kit on the back and giving him a reassuring wink. After that he had practically bounced along the alley for the rest of his supplies, an old friend of his mum's accompanying him for the afternoon since his dad couldn't go out in the sunlight. He had been stopped in his tracks passing the Magical Menagerie. Owls screeched at him, rats squeaked, cats hissed, but one black cat sat in front of him in the street, bright green eyes boring holes in his head. Kit stared. The cat stood and moved toward him, winding around his legs and purring loudly. Amazed, Kit bent to touch its soft fur, the first time he had been able to touch a cat in his entire eleven years of life. Azrael was purchased immediately, and came home with Kit, adoring his family, too. What a strange creature, Kit had thought, though he was pleased to have a companion that he could take to school with him, someone to help him feel more at ease and like he belonged.

September came quickly, and Max got someone to mind the three younger children so that he could take Kit to the train station in person. He couldn't pass through the barrier at the platform, but he assured Kit that he could do it, and he had hugged the skinny boy harder than ever that day, kissing him on the head, dark eyes blazing with belief in the boy as he told him to be brave and show them all what he was made of. Of course, Kit wouldn't be telling anyone he was part-vampire, that was a ridiculous idea, but he knew he could blend in if he tried his hardest, he'd adapt, and he had enough cover stories for everything that might draw attention to him. There was nothing to worry about. Kit did worry, though. He always worried, but it didn't stop him. Max had disappeared underground and left Kit to tackle the barrier alone, and after giving himself a good telling off for being scared, he had stood himself up tall, and pushed his trolley through the wall. Right through the wall, to the other side, eyes widening as a huge red steam engine appeared before him. He sensibly boarded the train and found an empty compartment to sit in, not wanting to push himself on others just yet. The journey was bearable, mostly thanks to Azrael, and he managed to chat to a few other new students without dying from being uncomfortable and feeling out of his depth.

He was sorted into Ravenclaw, just like his mother, and Kit had wanted to cry, feeling more connected to her than ever, and believing then more than ever that she really was watching over him. He settled in easily enough, liking his house and all of the books available to him. It helped that a lot of his house mates were quieter, too, nobody forcing themselves on him or trying to get him to be too wild. He made friends from other houses, too, and gradually his fun side was discovered by those friends, who were astonished to find out that this quiet, stoic, grounded boy was an incredible fighter, and that he was a great kisser - the fact that he liked boys and girls equally was also a shocker for a lot of people - and that he would stand watch for you while you stole food from the kitchens, and that he could make up the best excuses to get out of any situation as though he could literally magically charm people into letting him get away with things. (*cough* I wonder how that was possible? *cough*)

He never joined the Quidditch team, though he did perfectly well in Flying lessons, but it wouldn't have been fair for someone like him, with quicker reflexes and strength and speed to go up against normal people with no enhanced skills. He became a Prefect instead, and was a favourite with teachers for being such a bright, likeable boy, though he often wondered whether they knew what he was. As far as he was aware, only Dumbledore himself knew of Kit's true nature, though you could never be sure.

As much as his feet were always planted firmly on solid ground, Kit dreamed big. He wanted to be an Auror more than anything, to fight the bad guys, and to actually be able to utilize his strengths and put them toward something good was incredibly appealing to him, though again, he worried about being rejected. Though he graduated from Hogwarts with straight O's in all of his chosen subjects, he still feared that he wouldn't be good enough, and that the Ministry of Magic would judge him for the blood that ran through his veins, rather than how skilled and talented he was, or how much of a great use he would be to them as an Auror.

Of course, he wasn't rejected, and he began his first year of training as soon as he left school. His father worried about him entering such a field, thinking that Kit would end up tangling with vampires at points, and that he would get himself a reputation with the undead, and end up being targeted. Max was already disliked for killing so many vampires whilst trying to protect his wife, they needed no more reason to dislike the Devereaux clan. Kit was determined. If vampires wanted to come for him, then they deserved to be taken out, as far as he was concerned, and he threw himself even harder into his Auror training.

Though he healed fast, and was harder to hurt, he still earned himself a multitude of scars, and rather than using magic to help them heal, Kit left them to scar, and tattooed every single one of them, so they stood out even more, his torso covered in black lines and marks, tracing the shapes of his battle wounds. He wears them with pride, though he doesn't go out of his way to show them off. He's still that reserved boy who needs to like you and relatively trust you before he reveals his darker side, which these days is mostly tattoos, having fun with friends, and unwittingly getting into fights with vampires who say he thinks himself some sort of god, better than them. Kit is better than them, and he is well into his second year as a fully fledged Auror, with a reputation at the Ministry as being a decent, good guy, and very much someone you want to have with you to watch your back (A 6'3 super loyal half-vampire? Yeah.). He lives just down the road from his dad and sisters, having an apartment with Ollie and learning to live his life and have fun again now that he's not under the constant scrutiny of school or training.

OOC

Play By: Matthew Daddario
Your Alias: Izzy
Pronouns: Her/she
Age: 31
Other Characters: Echo Arista Everwood , Finley Charles Avery ,Geralina Amara Drake , Tersha Alara Knight , Julian Astraeus Blackthorne and Livia Eleanor Grace Burke
Where did you find us: Inside a chocolate bar.