Augustus Rookwood

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AUGUSTUS ROOKWOOD .

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oh, hi there! i'm Katt and i'm 14 years old. i'm a female, and i've been roleplay for 3+ years. i also play no, so you might know me from them. there, i told you. now, onto my character![/FONT][/COLOR]

NOW THE DAY HAS COME[/FONT]
WE ARE FORSAKEN THIS TIME[/FONT][/center]

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YOU ARE Human
IF ANIMAGUS, WHAT FORM? -Not an animagus
HOUSE/PROFESSION Former Slytherin/Death Eater
FULL NAME Augustus Rookwood
NICKNAMES Aug, Rookwood, Rook
AGE 47, December 14th
GENDER Male
ETHNICITY English
RESIDENCE Hogwarts
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
STATUS single
PLAYED BY Adrien Brody [/FONT][/COLOR][/ul]

WE LIVED OUR LIVES IN OUR PARADISE

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AS GODS WE SHAPED THE WORLD AROUND[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]

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• Tea
  
• Warm Meals
  
• Silence
  
• Getting what he wants
  
• Being in positions of power
  
• Traveling
  
• Knowing what he can and can’t
  
• Magic(Of course)
  
• Rainy Days
  
• Being a double agent
  
• Being potions master
  

AUGUSTUS DISLIKES

• Constantly hot weather
  
• People with high-pitched voice
  
• Hyper Children
  
• Children in general
  
• Sitting at home, doing nothing
  
• Having to much to do all at once
  
• When things are too happy
  
• When people reach for the popcorn and seem to leave their hand their for several minutes, mulling around
  
• Uninteresting pricks
  
• Large Crowds
  
• Azkaban
  

GOALS

• To become more powerful
  
• Learn to fly better
  
• Travel Further and Farther
  
• Finds girlfriend/wife
  

FEARS

• The Dark Lord will dispose of him
  
• He’ll make a horrible mistake and have to pay for it in the form of torture
  

SECRETS

• Find Astoria Malfoy a bit irking/annoying
  
• Completely hates dementors, though he does his best to ignore them
  

WEAKNESSES

• Could never get the hang of herbology
  
• Isn’t exactly the best flyer in the world
  
• Being around over talkative women
  

STRENGHTS

• Thought/wordless incantations
  
• Staying wordless for long periods of time
  
• Unforgivable Curses
  
• Legilimency & Occlumency
  
• Torture
  
• Potions
  

BEST MEMORY I was eight, my mother and father were were just arriving home and I opened the door to get trampled by a new puppy. He was horribly excited, I was in no better condition and we bonded rather quickly. I named him Tap and he was with me for nearly my adolescence, but my father ended up killing him with a backfired spell.
WORST MEMORY My mother and father were dead, though it seemed it was all my fault. I was mad, and appearantly I could use the unforgivable curses, as that was how they went. The killing curse did have a rather instant effect, and this only regret about that day was that he hadn’t made them suffer. He’d killed them for throwing him from his family, as well as his girlfriend. She died in the process of the scene. He was about eighteen when that happened. He had to hide for years, and when he came back he was found and charged, though he told everyone he’d been kidnapped. Somehow, they were stupid enough to believe him. Worst day of his life, seeing as he had to leave everything behind and whatnot.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
▪ Extremely calm, other than when angry. When angered, pretty much the farthest thing from calm. Is usually sharp in reply and tongue.
▪ Rather quirky, nearly humorous
▪ A bit shy when it comes to meeting people, but quick to speak once introduction have been made
▪ Has a knack for being deaf when people he hates are around
▪ Adventerous, though he often gets rid of the need to explore through reading a bright book
▪ Detatched from the world around him, to the point were he’ll simply stare out the window for hours on end
▪ Extremely smart, though he doesn’t always show it

WAND Birch, 9 1/2in, Hippogriff talon core
PATRONUS An oversized raven, though he’s used it once. He doesn’t have much of a need for one.
BOGGART Himself, in ragged clothes and no money or food or his wand. Being cast out is his worst fear.
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OUR TIME HAS RUN OUT, OUR FUTURE HAS DIED

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THERE’S NO MORE ESCAPE[/FONT][/center][/COLOR]

[/B][/COLOR] London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE Hogwarts School
MOTHER'S NAME Renee (nee Wentz) Rookwood
MOTHER'S OCCUPATION Deceased (Previously Auror)
FATHER'S NAME Ernest Rookwood
FATHER'S OCCUPATION Worked in Gringotts
SIBLINGS Only child
OVERALL HISTORY Born in St. Mungo’s quite some time ago, he was taken home to the subtle village known as Budleigh Babberton, in a miniscule house with a ratty yard, prowling stray cats and several unhappy neighbors. Everyone else yard seemed to be rather clean and clear, though the Rookwoods hardly seemed to notice, and Augustus hardly gave a second look to the place. He was inside much of the time. He’d learned to read early in life, taught by his mother, and he spent much of his time in such a fashion. It was boring most of the time, but he had no friends, he hardly wanted them and he didn’t supposed that he could make any if he tried. He wasn’t a social boy and he’d end up as the bully, as were many of the main characters in the short novels that he read. He was tall for such a young boy and stick thin, and would make a horribly good joke to the others. He stuck inside and out of trouble that reason and perhaps several others, though he doesn’t care to remember them.

He was sent to school, at Hogwarts to his parent’s great pleasure. Of course their perfect son was going to head off to Hogwarts and be sorted into Slytherin. Nothing but that happened, though it did seem the Sorting Hat, ancient and wise and whatnot, was tempted to put him into Ravenclaw. He didn’t make any note against this, but it finally decided on Slytherin and every one seemed plenty happy with that. He fell in love with Potions and Charms right away, not to mention Divination(It was horribly fun to make fun of the teacher), and he did rather like Defense against the Dark Arts. He wasn't so fond of herbology, but he was better at that than ancient runes. He did study hard though, and he seemed to over come his weaknesses for herbs and runes.

His years at school were horribly exciting, and he couldn’t help but enjoy himself to the very center of his being. It seemed a few … rather unfortunate things happened when he was there and people became suspicious of him, but he still had that look of respect about him that didn’t surprise anyone. It seemed his whole family, which only included his mother and father, had that look. All of his grandparents were dead, and his parents were both only children. A few distant relatives stopped in every now and again, but some were halfbloods from divorces and cheating amongst one another, and his family chose not to get involved in any of them. His years were good though, over all. He was one of the smartest of his years, he passed with flying colors, though herbology was his downfall, and he headed off for what he thought would be a good life before him. Of course, his parents got involved with the Lord Voldemort himself, and Augustus was dragged into it behind them. But he didn’t mind. Power was something that he loved it, and his ambition drew him in.

After he got dragged into the whole ordeal just after he’d been taken out of school, his parents got him horribly angry by refusing his girlfriend and Augustus himself a place to stay at their home. So, Rookwood killed them off, though the petty girl, she got in the way and it wasn’t long before she was just like them. After that he ‘disappeared’, though not far. Just did a few quick spells and wandered around London, causing some mild chaos here and there before returning as himself, getting himself out of turning to Azkaban and going to serve Voldemort once again.

While serving Lord Voldemort, he grew in rank with his wits, with his bravery and with his willingness to become a spy. He didn’t mind though. He got a travel quite a bit while being an Unspeakable, and it wasn’t long before he had an entire grove full of information about the Ministry. It was easy to get along with someone like him and people trusted him far easier than he thought they would. Of course, they would have heard about his name and his smarts and his perfect marks from school. He returned to Lord Voldemort with pride, though he did develop a hatred for Dementors while in Azkaban, though he doesn’t ever think about it, and he doesn’t suppose anyone but the Dark Lord himself would know that.

When he was placed as Head of House of the Marvolio house, he nearly killed over backwards. He supposed that he’d get some time off of being a Death Eater, but then again, that wasn’t like the Dark Lord…
He was extremely grateful and went to the position with no stubborn words or objections. It’s the Dark Lord you’re dealing with, and usually he wouldn’t tolerate those things.

With pride, he rules over his house of purebloods and watches everyone below him squabble and wander when this dark age of … darkness, will end. He happily teaches Potions, one of his all time favorite subject. To him, it’s the Golden Age though. Whatever he wants, when he wants it, save for a few certain things, but it’s no a bad life at all. [/SIZE][/FONT][/ul][/COLOR]

WE TRIED TO HIDE WHAT WE FEARED INSIDE

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Another day, another time, another adventure, another person to kill.
It all seemed like some time ago, Rookwood thought, as he leaned back in the cushioned chair of his office. The ground below him were somehow mistier than they had been moments earlier, but the reason for this soon drifted into view from his window, so high up. A dementor, randomly patrolling the ground. It was nighttime, however and he didn’t suppose they wanted student wandering off into the forest or going to send some illegal owl. It wasn’t his care though, and it didn’t take him more than a minute to draw his eyes from the dementor and back to the paper on his desk. He had no wish to come up with assignments, no wish to reply to his owls and no muse to just randomly write someone. Who did that anyways?

He got to his feet, stretching out his arms behind his back. It had been a slow day, with everyone seeming to move more sluggish than usual and he wanted to get out of that way of moving as soon as possible. Muffling a short yawn with his hand, balled into a fist, he headed for the library. He could find something to read, hopefully. Maybe a howling book or something that would be nice to try and get through the first page. He’d done it before, but he couldn’t say he’d enjoyed his experience. Just something different from the everyday.
You’d think it would be a bit more exciting, being a Death Eater and the Head of the Marvolio house. Sure, there were always things that popped up, usually something else would find… interesting, but the constantly bored expression he wore wasn’t just to cover up any other sort of emotion. He got through things quickly, no matter how horrible they were, and he was quick to figure problems and he never waited around to get things done. He was a, Give it to me and I’ll do it right now, sort of guy. There just weren’t enough things to do.

He did find several shrieking books, to the displeasure of the librarian and the students that had assembled in the confines of the room. Of course, he “accidentally” kept nearly dropping them, and they always seemed to open themselves when he stumbled over a stool that wasn’t there. Though this wasn’t his usual attitude, it did give him something laugh about as he trekked back to the room.

Holding his wand out before him, the tip illuminated itself and Rookwood stopped for a moment to glances over the hallway. Something wasn’t right and he knew it. Probably just as student scurrying around, and he hardly called it his job to care about them. But he did stop and glance behind a tapestry or two, just incase.

Giggling. Stupid girls. They thought they were so smart.
”Come out before I have to hex you out,”, his voice a bit droning, though not nearly as bored as he could sound it he were giving a speech about why you shouldn’t lurk through the hallways and wait for the teachers to find you and give you six months of detention. Or was that just him?

More giggling and three girls stepped out from behind a statue. It was a wonder they could all fit behind there… but he supposed that didn’t matter anymore than why they were there in the first place.
And then, like that they were gone. Probably vampires.
He didn’t care. That wasn’t his house and he had no mind to ponder this out at the moment.

P.S. I read the rules, and I say, "OMI ROCKS"[/font]
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(Most boring post I've ever made. Seriously. If you want something else, just tell me. I have much better replies for characters that I actually have something to write too, you know, like other characters or something. But there you go. Anyways, yeah, feel free to ask for something else. I play Albus Severus P. on another site and I've go better replies for him.)

[OMI, ADMINISTRATOR.]

Amazing! I am so excited for Rookwood.
There is just one thing, I hope you know that Rookwood is also the Potions Master of Hogwarts.
So, just put that in there, And I shall accept you!

Yaaaaay, Rookwood! -Rookwood dance-

[augustusrookwood]

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[Nathair The Wise--#Zwei Admin]

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