Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2018 9:06:45 GMT
Death eater application
@bellal
Blood Status: Truly Pure. Sacred 28.
Connection to the Dark Lord: He appeared. Taller than the tallest man, bigger than the biggest. I can't explain it, but it was the most beautiful moment of my life. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Not because he was classically attractive, which of course he was, but in his demeanor, his confidence, his power. I remember it clearly. Meeting him was the highlight of my wedding day...no it was the highlight of my entire life.
Before I had only heard whispers. From Rodolphus, my father, my elders, and in conversations I was not to be a part of. Perhaps that is where my fascination began, but until meeting the man, the legend, I never knew how much those whispers fell short.
I admit I followed Rodolphus after our honeymoon until I could not follow him anymore. I would learn later that the Dark Lord had bestowed his mark upon my husband, and it would eat me inside with a jealous obsession that needed to be sated at all costs. I would have done anything to prove my worth, just to see him again.
Useful Skills: I am nothing but his most loyal servant. Ask for my life and it is His, ask for another's life and I will happily provide it. I was willing to kill for my husband, though I admit it did not bother me as I thought it might have, I am willing to do far more, I am willing to do anything, in His name.
At school I was an accomplished duelist. I have even caught Rodolphus unawares from time to time. Though I know there is much I can learn from the Dark Lord, I am his ever willing pupil, should I be given but the slightest chance to prove it, He will not find me lacking.
Useful Affiliations: The Black household has served the great and noble cause of blood purity for generations. We are of the few remaining truly pure families left. While my own wealth is nothing to sneer at, that of my Husband's is even more significant.
Why join the Dark Lord? To be close to him. To do his bidding. To bring glory to his name and to the cause. To crush the infection that has spread throughout our noble world. I wish to join not for myself, though it would bring me the greatest pleasure, but to be of use. To live and to die for the cause. To kill for the cause.
He is the greatest man I have ever known and I do not know him nearly as well as I wish to. I do not think there is a satisfaction in being in his presence for I would always want more. But I do not want to be near him for my own pleasure, though it would give me infinite pleasure, I want to be his instrument of terror, pain, and death. I want to be his solace, his trusted confidante, his most loyal servant. No, I do not merely want these things, I aspire toward them. I will be what he needs me to be, for there is none as devoted as I.
He aims to rid the filth of this world, to break the spirit and the rebellion that has become so ingrained in the simple minded wizard. It is deviant behavior. Sickening and vile that any respectable wizard or witch would deign to lower themselves and lie with a muggle. We must stop them. We must break them! We must crush them so entirely that their souls cry out for redemption and they can be molded and led to the true path. The only path. The pure path. Or they must be eliminated all together. Separating the wheat from the chaff.
He understands this. He can see the infection, and he can make others see. I did not know I had this passion in me, or perhaps I did. Perhaps it merely lied dormant until He came to show me the way. But now that I know my true purpose I cannot turn from it. I can no longer continue in silence. I must know how I can serve, how I may be of use to the great Dark Lord.
Link to on-site RP sample: We're Not Broken, Just Bent
Connection to the Dark Lord: He appeared. Taller than the tallest man, bigger than the biggest. I can't explain it, but it was the most beautiful moment of my life. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Not because he was classically attractive, which of course he was, but in his demeanor, his confidence, his power. I remember it clearly. Meeting him was the highlight of my wedding day...no it was the highlight of my entire life.
Before I had only heard whispers. From Rodolphus, my father, my elders, and in conversations I was not to be a part of. Perhaps that is where my fascination began, but until meeting the man, the legend, I never knew how much those whispers fell short.
I admit I followed Rodolphus after our honeymoon until I could not follow him anymore. I would learn later that the Dark Lord had bestowed his mark upon my husband, and it would eat me inside with a jealous obsession that needed to be sated at all costs. I would have done anything to prove my worth, just to see him again.
Useful Skills: I am nothing but his most loyal servant. Ask for my life and it is His, ask for another's life and I will happily provide it. I was willing to kill for my husband, though I admit it did not bother me as I thought it might have, I am willing to do far more, I am willing to do anything, in His name.
At school I was an accomplished duelist. I have even caught Rodolphus unawares from time to time. Though I know there is much I can learn from the Dark Lord, I am his ever willing pupil, should I be given but the slightest chance to prove it, He will not find me lacking.
Useful Affiliations: The Black household has served the great and noble cause of blood purity for generations. We are of the few remaining truly pure families left. While my own wealth is nothing to sneer at, that of my Husband's is even more significant.
Why join the Dark Lord? To be close to him. To do his bidding. To bring glory to his name and to the cause. To crush the infection that has spread throughout our noble world. I wish to join not for myself, though it would bring me the greatest pleasure, but to be of use. To live and to die for the cause. To kill for the cause.
He is the greatest man I have ever known and I do not know him nearly as well as I wish to. I do not think there is a satisfaction in being in his presence for I would always want more. But I do not want to be near him for my own pleasure, though it would give me infinite pleasure, I want to be his instrument of terror, pain, and death. I want to be his solace, his trusted confidante, his most loyal servant. No, I do not merely want these things, I aspire toward them. I will be what he needs me to be, for there is none as devoted as I.
He aims to rid the filth of this world, to break the spirit and the rebellion that has become so ingrained in the simple minded wizard. It is deviant behavior. Sickening and vile that any respectable wizard or witch would deign to lower themselves and lie with a muggle. We must stop them. We must break them! We must crush them so entirely that their souls cry out for redemption and they can be molded and led to the true path. The only path. The pure path. Or they must be eliminated all together. Separating the wheat from the chaff.
He understands this. He can see the infection, and he can make others see. I did not know I had this passion in me, or perhaps I did. Perhaps it merely lied dormant until He came to show me the way. But now that I know my true purpose I cannot turn from it. I can no longer continue in silence. I must know how I can serve, how I may be of use to the great Dark Lord.
Link to on-site RP sample: We're Not Broken, Just Bent
