Post by atticus on Mar 28, 2009 18:46:49 GMT -5
[/u][/center] From another site, if its okayThe Creation
Name: Matthias Atticus Jacques
Nickname: Matti, by the select few.
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age & Birthday: 24, October 11th
Appearance:
Matti cuts a slight but distinct figure. Despite being a lanky 6'1 and a slender 151, his slight build makes it so he won't stand out in a crowd. He's someone you would over look at first glance, especially in a crowd. He's shoulders are fairly broad, his waist fairly narrow, with a toned build. Not brawny or particularly muscular, but certainly fit. His presence is not over bearing, nor is it unassuming. He manages to retain a quiet authority, though of course it emanates darkness.
Dark brown hair frames a pallid, chiseled face. His face looks like it were cut from marble, with his straight, sharp nose, prominent cheek bones and cleft chin. It seems to have the same texture as white marble; smooth, hard, and cold. In this handsome, harsh face are set a pair of almost colorless, haunted blue eyes. He has dark shadows underneath each eye, the result of many late nights spent researching or reading. The excessive reading, often conducted in the dark, resulted in him going nearly blind. His facial structure allows Matthias a broad range of emotions; from appearing absolutely terrifying to a charming smile to a wicked, seductive smirk. Normally, however, it remains indifferent and polite.
Attire:
Matthias, when teaching, wears a set of dark blue robes. Normally though he detests wearing robes, as they are a quite bulky and a nuisance all in all. So, when he isn't teaching, his wardrobe ranges from jeans to a pair of formal black pants. He almost always wears the same shirt though; a collared, black, long sleeved button up over a white t-shirt. Normally he only buttons it halfway, and occasionally he'll wear a poorly tied white tie. His clothes, though not the nicest, are always clean.
House: The Slytherin House
Wand: Olive, thestral hair core, 11 inches
Patronus: A snow leopard
Boggart: The deceased, broken body of a young, blond haired girl. His sister Allison.The Potential
Alignment/Occupation: Professor, Dark Lord
Personality:
Matthias is a particular death eater. On the surface, he appears to be an observant, quiet individual. A listener rather then a talker, almost harmless. He always speaks politely, friendly. He seems to chose his words with a deliberate carefulness, very tactfully; stemming from his ability to decipher and read people. He knows how speak so he pleases the other conversant. Despite this seemingly amiable attitude, most people miss the undercurrent of hidden cynicism, wit, threats, or insults; which he works intricately into his daily conversation. He can be in the middle of torturing someone and still be talking with a friendly politeness.
Matti is a very intelligent individual, and is very fond of literature of any sorts. But a cold intelligence, all in all. People, for instance, interest him. How they think, why they act, the hidden motives and unexpected deeds all fascinate him. But not like a humanitarian. It is as if he were inspecting a particularly interesting beetle. Nothing more. Being naturally observant, he takes note of how people behave and aspects of their personality, trying to figure out their past. Like a game, one that he could easily win by performing legilimency, though he considers it cheating.
Internally Matthias is not entirely cool and collected. Though he can be an uncaring, merciless, cruel bastard at times, he is human. He his tormented, though he conceals it best as possible, by terrible guilt after what he did to his sister. Though on opposite sides he still loves her, still feels obliged to protect her. This causes him to go at war with his own nature, with his own self. This in turn leads to bent up rage and hate, which he keeps bottled up until he finally explodes and obliterates the closest person. Still, the reminder of his sister does cause him to disapprove of excessive cruelty when it isn't needed.
Matti does not have the typical arrogance or discrimination of most death eaters. His sister being a half blood, he gets rather irritated and touchy on the subject. Though a pure blood, or at least three quarters, he isn't very arrogant on the matter, though it is probably because he wasn't an arrogant man to start out with. Still, Voldemort's ideology is all he had really known. He believes that a 'new world order' can be created, once to keep peace in tact and chaos and confusion out. He believes Voldemort can do it, and if sacrifices need to be made, so be it. Matthias, just FYI, is a big fan of cats and the violin.
Matti's charisma and ability to control his emotions has earned him the name of 'silver tongue'. While his sister is strictly charismatic, Matthias is very clearly manipulative. He can lie smoother then a cat and win most people over with a smile, making him a valuable asset, especially in spying and playing the 'nice guy' in interrogations - though his legilimens is sometimes used when force is required.
Skills:
- Talented in both legilimency and occlumency, especially legilimency. He isn't anywhere near as talented as Snape or Voldemort, and although proficient, it takes a lot of energy - especially when he isn't looking in their eyes.
- Has very good control over his magical abilities
- Charismatic and manipulative
Strengths:
- Fairly powerful magically
- Has the hate and cruelty to preform a powerful cruciatus curse.
- Very intelligent and resourceful
- Good at the violin
Weaknesses:
- Physically weak
- His sister
- Poor eyesight, needs to wear contacts or glasses.
- Does have a conscious
The Story
History:
Matthias was born to Wisteria Knot and Atticus Jacques. He was born the result of a one night stand, one that was considered scandalous among Atticus's fellow death eaters, as Wisteria was rumored to be a half blood. She - not wanting to face the snide comments of Atticus's friends, stayed long enough to dump Matti into his fathers unwilling hands. Atticus bore the disgrace fairly well, rarely taking it out on his son. Until Matthias turned four, his father treated him with indifference, as if he were a burden he reluctantly shouldered. And so, until six, Matthias grew up a lonely and withdrawn child - who spent is time reading or staring out the window, observing people.
At six two things happened. First, Matthias had began to show is true potential as a wizard. Second, Atticus had gotten married. After showing that he had considerable control and power magic wise, not to mention a sharp brain which could already read and write, Atticus treated him like a pupil. Their relationship never progressed to anything more then that of a student and teacher, but it was better then distaste. Matthias was desperate to please his dad, studying his young butt off. Atticus getting married was the second life changing event.
He had, much to the astonishment and horror of his pure blood friends, married a muggle. An unspeakable and traitorous crime. Fortunately, being a low ranking Death Eater, Voldemort cared little. Still, Matthias would have to bare the continuous abuse from his friends and fellow students for the next several years. That same year, his sister Allison was born. She was a metamorphmagus, and would later become his closest friend, and then enemy. Ally was of different stock then Matthias and his father.
As she grew up, it became aware to Matti that she was.. different. Ally was compassionate and righteous with a fiery temper, though she wouldn't hurt a sole. She loathed cruelty and unfairness. An alien to the world she was born. Matthias protected her from his friends, though was constantly telling her to hush up her conscious and be normal.
Matthias started off his first school year fairly well. He was sorted, much to his surprise, into Slytherin House. He got along well, after taking a few quips about his father, with his fellow students. He did very well in class - spending almost every night reading, enthralled with having so many books. All in all, he enjoyed his first years at school. He was in his third year when he first learned legilimency and occlumency. He was getting on the bus at the beginning of the year, his younger sister clutching his elbow, looking around with ever-changing eyes.
She spotted a group of Marvollo boys tormenting a younger student, and righteous idealist that she was, told them to knock it off. Recognizing Matti's sister, they started to insult the siblings, calling them half bloods and mud bloods and their father a blood traitor. Matthias, enraged, pushed them. One Marvollo drew his wand, and thirty seconds later the Marvollo boys were unconscious on the ground, one with green skin, and Matti had a black eye. Matti was dragged in front of a teacher, who questioned him and - when Matthias remained silent - preformed legilimency. Instinctively he pushed back, briefly forcing into their unsuspecting mind.
The teacher, after administrating a punishment, decided to test Matthias. See if he could handle legilimency. Although a mentally painful and violating experience, he pressed himself on, and has been coached in both ever sense. When his sister got to school, he started to teach her a bit of occlumency, though she was too opened minded to have any real talent. Ally suffered severely at school. She had been sorted into Delecroix, and got along poorly with everyone she knew. She had a tendency to get in fights. Sometimes she picked them, other times they picked on her(though she never so much as hexed them). Allison couldn't handle the brutality of the school, the cruelty that could be observed daily. She was in her third year when she fled from school to join the order.
Matthias was deeply hurt and bewildered from her actions, thought she had betrayed them. It didn't help that his father was killed by the Order when he turned 17. Especially not the next time they met. Matti was twenty two, a young teacher at Hogwarts, already a skilled death eater. He was called into assist in an interrogation. Much to his surprise and horror, his sixteen year old sister was the victim. Macnair - a cruel and brutal death eater who delighted in torture, was to be the interrogator. Matthias, knowing this, offered to change places. He did the cruciatus curse on his own sister, though at first tried to make it as weak as possible. But as she refused to tell them about the Order, as she mocked him with the face of their past, and as she refused to become angry with him, refused to accuse him, he grew irrationally angry.
The memory haunts him till this day. What frightens, angers and confuses him the most is that she forgave him - though never forgave himself. Eventually Ally managed to escape, and Matthias continued his position as death eater and teacher.The Handler.
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Just east of the Saxon's encampment, a lone horse rider galloped down the twilight rough hewn road. The time had long sense strayed past midnight, the crimson fingers of dawn just waving from the horizon, where it wasn't blotted it by sinister purple storm clouds. A few stars could be glimpsed to the west, the moon outlined by a silver ring, glowing pathetically through clouds. A light rain was currently drizzling over Eastern Britain, cold but gentle to the walker, but supremely irritating to the fast horse rider. Aly, hunched over the horses neck to encourage it faster still, had her back and head completely drenched by the rain, the water soaking through the thin, tan breeches and jacket, embossed with Arthur's insignia and a olive branch wrapped around her wrist, signifying a peaceful visit. Regardless of her apparent intentions, the Saxon's likely wouldn't take it in the same manner, consider it a ploy to get inside of the encampment. Which, although none but Arthur's intelligence core knew about, was the general idea. They often joked it was healthy to keep the King in the dark, he might not sleep so well at night.
She was forced to come as a diplomat, seeing as her penetrating blue eyes and blond hair were at odds with the dark haired Saxon's. It would be child's play to defer her nationality. Apart from Arthur's insignia embossed where the breast pocket of the jacket should be and the insignia on one side of the horses bridal, there wasn't much to show her supposed allegiance. Tan riding breeches, light blue jacket and white blouse. Behind her was a waterproof small bag, containing a couple changes of clothes, two more elegant then the rest, food and a couple of sealed scrolls suggesting a treaty between the two societies. All completely innocent, although the three knives she currently kept on her person were a tad more sinister.
And so Aly darted along the road on her steed. A small, shaggy, barrel of a horse; built for speed and stamina, out running larger, more dangerous foes on it's study legs. Despite the temptation to close her eyes against the rain, she didn't dare to narrow them. It was not because she was a stranger in an enemies land, but because she had road the majority of the night and past day. Falling off of a horse because she had drifted off into sleep would not be dignified. Still, the rhythm of the horses hooves steadily beating on the ground was slowly lulling her mind into unconsciousness. So much so that she hadn't noticed the sound of hooves drawing closer.
To late she saw the black blur of a horse heading diagonally in her direction - traveling fast. Three seconds passed as Aly debated what to do. Try to outrun him/her, straight to the encampment? That would be suicide though. They would see the Brit and the rider chasing her, jump to conclusions and off with her head before she had a chance to say 'oops.' Aly pulled up on her reins, causing the horse to slide to a stop, rearing briefly at the suddenness of it. She stayed on, knees and calf squeezing tightly, fore what the animal lacked in size it made up for in sheer power. Once the animal had settled, she stood up in the saddle, brushing rain slicked blond hair out of her eyes to see better, panting lightly, peering through the early morning gloom to the other horseman.
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