Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Dec 17, 2017 22:12:42 GMT
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julian astraeus blackthorne
PERSONALITY Boggart: Death? That would be the obvious one for anyone, but Julian will admit that he does not want to die any time soon. He also fears being trapped, being tied down, unable to roam and give into his wilder nature. His fears for his son are also very real, though he would kill anyone that even looked at the boy in the wrong way. Mirror of Erised: Jules doesn't know what he longs for in life. He's trapped in a monthly cycle of violence and pain and wildness and he doesn't often stop to look ahead of him and think of his life taking a different, more structured turn. He's happy to get lost in the wildness that has claimed him, though his pull to his family pops that bubble now and then, causing him to return to those he loves for short periods. So I suppose if he was to have a dream for himself one day, it would at the very least include his family. Patronus: Taipan snake - Julian never learned to produce a Patronus due to getting lost in his Werewolf nature amongst others of his kind and having no wizards around to teach him. If he did learn, his happy thought would be his beautiful son's smiling face, and his Patronus would take on the form of a Taipan, the most venomous and aggressive snake in the world. Julian Blackthorne is a law unto himself. Arrogant, egotistical, rash, temperamental, reckless, vengeful, and utterly, utterly lost. From a young age he had a penchant for the mischievous and the naughty, always having an element of the devil in him, though his parents found it charming and funny, rather than worrying. Oh, he is charming, alright. He can charm the birds from the trees, the knickers off most women, and if he tried he could probably charm a snake into strangling itself with it's own body. He's smooth, witty, and good with words, despite often acting without thinking, he is a quick thinker, and his mouth usually saves him when he's in a scrape. Failing that he will just use his fists. He enjoys a good fight, and he finds that he needs it to help relieve some of his temper issues. He also uses art as a form of therapy, enjoying painting, particularly magical art. He has always had a gift for bringing paintings to life, one of the only representations of the gentler side of him, along with his love and devotion to his family. Family is what keeps him grounded, whether that be his newer wolf family - his pack - or his blood, though blood means more to him than anything, and he would always choose that over any other type of bond if it came down to it. Jules has killed, and he justifies it perfectly well in his head and aloud to anyone who knows this about him and questions it. He enjoys punishing people who treat him and his pack like they are scum, he likes dishing out what he calls justice, and he does so ruthlessly. In wolf form, he is deadly and one of the most vicious in his pack, having to be kept in line by the others during full moons. His temper is always present in all of his interactions, and it can be triggered in the blink of an eye. His sister and his son are the only people in the world who can calm him and keep him in a good mood, though with River gone now, he's lacking that anchor to a calmer self. HISTORY Mother: Genevieve Blackthorne, 46 years old, Madam Malkin's seamstress, Hufflepuff Alumni, deceased. Father: Henry Blackthorne, 47 years old, Magical gardener, Gryffindor Alumni, deceased. Siblings: River Blackthorne, 23, sister, Medi-witch, Hufflepuff Alumni, deceased. Dorian Humbert, brother, 30 years old, Auror, Ravenclaw Alumni. Filbert Pipp, brother-in-law, 26, WWN radio presenter, Gryffindor Alumni, deceased. Partners: None. Others: Tristan Astraeus Blackthorn Maguire, son, 2 years old. Ariel Genevieve Blackthorne Humbert, 4 months old, niece. Scarlett Maguire, 20, mother of his child. "I was born on a beautiful dewy day in the middle of spring, with hair more golden than the sun, and a smile to melt the hearts of millions. I was the apple of my mother's eye. Then I grew up to be a little shit. The end." *smirks* "I suppose you want more than that?" *sits back in his chair* "Well, I was just that cute, blonde curls, blue eyes, just adorable. I was the eldest child, my parents adored me. It was a perfect beginning. My mother was a randy cow and jumped my father that much that she ended up pregnant again before I was one. My sister River was born a few months after my first birthday. There was the hope that we would be close, best friends, look after each other. That hope was not futile. I have loved my sister more than anyone else in my life, and she is the one person in the world that I would do anything for. As a youngster I would protect her, take care of her, laugh at her misfortunes, though nobody else was allowed to laugh at her or I would knock their head off with the biggest rock I could find at the park. It was a beautiful childhood." *grins* "Being a Pureblood was never something that impressed me. Blood never mattered to me until I was older and things... changed. However, I did come into my magic early and with great ease. It was that temper of mine again. I was angry at my father for not taking me to work with him. I wanted him to stay at home and play with my toy horses, and when he did not, well, I set his hair on fire. Accidentally, of course." *more amused smirking* "He was bald for a good while after that, though what father could punish his three year old boy for an accident? My father was a good man. He bought me a new toy horse and played all weekend with me and River. I have fond memories of those years. Memories of mother making me a clown costume for Halloween one year because I insisted that they were the scariest thing in the world. Memories of riding on my father's shoulders at the park. Memories of River crawling into my bed to get rid of her nightmares. I would stroke her hair until she..." *clears throat* "I'm not one for oversharing." *pauses to think for a minute* "I was sorted into Slytherin when my time at Hogwarts began. It was no surprise to me or my family. I had attitude. A temper. I wouldn't be messed with. If I do say so myself, I'm particularly intelligent. That being said, I was never the most studious child, I had no time for lessons or homework. I liked to read about things that interested me, but most lessons did not hold my attention. Most things that I know these days are self taught, or learned from my people. Canny folk. People with far brighter sparks that scholars and twats in stuffy offices. I spent my time with like-minded folk, earned myself a few detentions over the years, and smashed in the faces of every pretty boy that hurt my sister." "I never had goals like River did. She was to be a Healer and that was that. I was to be a drifter. I graduated with passing grades - just about - and a sense of aimlessness that overwhelmed me. I became an adult with nothing in my back pocket but charm and wit. My friends, if you could call them that, led me down a path of rebellion and drink,elixirs and women. One night I..." *shifts uncomfortably* "One night I was embarrassingly drunk. These friends of mine left me alone in the woods where we had been camping. They took a Portkey home, and I was too late to reach them. That was the worst night of my life. I had never known terror before, not like that I felt when I looked into the rabid eyes of the beast that approached. The growls that came from the depths of it's gut made every hair on my body stand on end, and as I ran, staggering, drunk, out of my mind and only guided by a horrifying urge to stay alive, I knew I was dead already. It was a werewolf, I later learned, and as it pinned me to the ground and bit through the flesh at my side, I lost consciousness from the pain." "When I woke the next morning, a man sat beside me. I was on a makeshift bed in a hut. He was gaunt and smelled of shit, hadn't had a wash in years, his home gone to the rats. But he saved me. He had sealed my wound with silver, and told me that I was cursed, but I wasn't alone. If it wasn't for that man, who I now count as one of my closest friends and allies, I would not be sitting here today. I won't give his name, he does not wish to be found, but he showed me a new way of life." *looks down at his hands* "Yes, I was sad to leave my family. My sister. I was long gone before that bite. Now I was cursed. I couldn't stay and put them at risk, so I left. It was that simple. River was still at school, she wouldn't miss me while she was there. It was better for everyone that I go. These people, these wolves, they took me in, taught me their ways, welcomed me into their family. I learned that family doesn't have to be blood, though I still always held my own blood in higher regard, returning to my sister as much as I could once she had left school." *fond smile* "She did me proud, my River. She followed her dream, she made something of herself. She even found herself a decent bloke to marry. I managed to make it to the wedding, albeit with a few twigs in my hair." *grins* "My new family, that I mentioned, we run the woods and forests of the country. Being at one with nature is one of the most freeing things I ever discovered. There are safe-houses dotted about for us, places for us to stay in human form, people we can trust to help us out, decent people, unlike my very own magical kind who shun us and think us vermin." *temper flares* "Oh, I've killed my share of those bastards over the years. And turned more than that. What better punishment for the mistreatment of my werewolf brethren than to become that which they loathe most? I thought it quite the fitting fate, myself. You see, in wolf form, it's near impossible to control the urge to kill. Wolfsbane helps, but nothing can quell that primal desire. It's raw. Intense. And honestly, in the moment, it feels good." "Three years ago a girl joined our ranks. Scarlett. Not a werewolf, but a lost soul. She was beautiful, Irish, lost. I couldn't help myself. I saw the same spark of madness in her that resides within me, and so I took her. I loved her. I taught her. She helped me hide my messes and she kissed my wounds, never seeing my as a monster or an outcast, only seeing the light in me." "We were together for almost a year when she fell pregnant. I didn't know whether to be happy or horrified. I never thought I would have children, not with the turn my life had taken. It would be dangerous, irresponsible, not to mention it would tie me to one place and render me no longer free." *shrugs* "I came around to the idea eventually. In the October my son was born in my image. Golden hair, blue eyes - fair enough, his mother has the same, but he is as handsome as his dad. It's clearly my genes running strong in him. Tristan, we named him, and then I lost him." *uncomfortable pause* "Scarlett asked me to let her take him away from the life we had been living. She wanted a house and a stable life for him. How could I deny my child that? I took her back to Ireland, helped her get settled in a quaint house in a small village far away from her useless family. I made her promise never to keep me from seeing my son. Luckily she's a good girl. I visit every couple of months with gifts for Tristan. He's two years old now. Bright and beautiful. Intelligent. Every good part of me he got, and hopefully none of the bad, though I know I am foolish to hope for that." "My sister is also a mother now. Or she would be if bastard Death Eaters hadn't attacked her and left her and her husband for dead in August. What with our father dying at the beginning of the year, and mother being killed by those same monsters in May... Well, us Blackthorne's are a rare find these days. I attended the funeral of my sister, the loss of my closest relative, my closest friend, my light in the darkness, it broke me on a level I have never been broken before. Her baby girl, Ariel, I believe her name is, has fallen into unexpected hands. Being an orphan, she should have gone to the next closest relative. The only one capable of passing on the love and tales of her mother. Me. However, it transpires that the unwanted child that our mother gave away at birth has swept in and taken my niece for himself. My big brother, the usurper." *stares* "Well... we can't be having that, can we?" OOC Play By: JoMo! (Joseph Morgan) <3 Your Alias: Izzy Pronouns: Her/she Age: 31 Other Characters: Echo Arista Everwood , Finley Charles Avery , Geralina Amara Drake , Tersha Alara Knight , Christopher Erebus Devereaux , Livia Eleanor Grace Burke Where did you find us: A black hole. |
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