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Archived Applications / Aleister Covenant (Metamancy)
« on: 13/08/2015 at 00:11 »


CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character name: Aleister Covenant

Previous and/or Current Character(s) if applicable: None.

Character age: 37

Character education: Attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin (1919-1926).

Strength and weaknesses (details please):

The scars of Stalingrad
Aleister is a warrior and a lieutenant. He has fought years alongside as well as against magic. As such, the situations repeatedly pushed him towards becoming a master of charms and spells to a degree that few people would believe, and even fewer understand. He knows how to bend magic to his will, the pity is it is a gift he thoroughly sacrificed. He has no wand. And he is a complete inept in wandless conjuring.

Cadmus love
Some years ago, Aleister was sitting in a pile of ash. There was some brown and beautiful long hair falling by his side. In his arms, a torso that didn't breathe anymore. Below his lips, the front of a girl, her skin softer than the memories of home. He had lost her. He thought he had lost everything. He can be a joyful person, but now and then, the pain would come back to torment him at the slightest glimpse of a forgotten face among the multitude, a familiar gesture, or an innocent reference to the events the memories of which he tries to strangle at the depths of his heart.

The one that ran away
The war brought tensions in the wizarding world, and it couldn't escape the games, the lies, and the dirty tactics. Spies were at stage too, and that wouldn't have concerned Aleister the least if it wasn't because his love was working as one. In a very risky mission, Christoph Schwarzbund, an enemy spy, discovered and killed her. He found and confronted him, but Christoph outspelled him, and ran away, as he was no target of him. Aleister knew it, so he did terrible, unspeakable things out of rage, to make sure he would come back to him, seeking for vengeance. The day Christoph comes, Aleister will be waiting for him.

Physical description: Aleister is a skinny and shady man that couldn't care less of his appearance. He has an unattended short beard, serious sad eyes, and rebel hair. He is a tall man, though one doesn't realize that unless he confronts him, as he is always hunched, hiding in the nearest corner.

Personality (nice, rude, funny etc. Paragraph please.): Aleister is a smart and jolly person, or at least used to be. He values righteousness above many things, though he knows righteousness is a thing against nature. He has seen a lot of terrible things, most of which were made by himself, so he doesn't consider much of a big deal things other people would avoid speaking of. He is a plotter and a cold blooded mind that doesn't act properly at the heat of the moment, and his will is everstanding. He wants to get the world changed to his benefit, because he thinks that would be fair.

Hopes and dreams. Why are you teaching at Hogwarts?:

When he lost her, Aleister thought he had lost everything, but that was not true. Everything was stolen from him, and he swore he would get her back from the other side, no matter what. That was his mission now. That was him now.

Some years later, Aleister has realized even if he has nothing now, it doesn't mean he can't give anything, for he knows a lot about magic, and he knows a place that needs knowledge: Hogwarts. A place full of future. A place full of young promises waiting to be discovered. Because Aleister, even if the war is over, is still a lieutenant with a mission, and a lieutenant needs soldiers.

Biography (500 words minimum. There is never such a thing as too much.):

London, 11th of June, 1933. 21:34
The gramophone plays downstairs a zippy muggle tune. The rooms are full, and here and there people from the Ministry shake hands with heads of important houses and their heavy jewelred spouses. The politics, whispers and strategies dance and entwine with jokes, laughs and kisses, as if they were bubbles in the champagne. Aleister is turning back just at the edge of the stairs. He missed saluting an old friend. The woman after him is stopping, but not soon enough, and so Aleister's arm hits her leg. The champagne spills all over the stairs' red carpet. The strategies and the dances mix and get dizzy. The fate of the world is getting decided tonight. Their smiles meet.

London, 31st of  November, 1935. 11:07
The sun baths calmly the furniture of a cozy little house down Fulham, through a humble window. It warms and conforts, as if it knew tomorrow rains. The letter on the table is the only shadow in the room. A dark aura emanates from the Ministry's seal. Aleister's mouth is open in a shout. Her hand waves in the air, pointing at an unavoidable responsibility. The black ink in the words "Notice" and "duty" shines against the light, sealing a black binding for the spy. Aleister knows nothing can be done to avoid it, but he can't restrain the rage and fear. He shouts at her, and the regret slowly dries his throat. Discussion and departure ensue.

London, 5th of October, 1936. 00:10
A tiny brown beak hits the window a bit stronger than the rain. Aleister's nape hair curls in a shiver. He somewhat feels, before turning towards the window, it is her owl. He somewhat feels there is a letter that says she is fine, work is stressful and everything is alright there in Berlin. He somewhat feels that little detail in the letter, that sentence they shared in an old joke, that says everything is not alright. At all.

Berlin, 17th of February, 1937. 19:29
Aleister, now an officially exiled wizard, spells the door open. The door opens so fast it hits the wall and comes back, slowly covering a dark scene. It covers an enemy spy, the one he has been following for the last months; the surprised face of the spy, looking at him; his wand, pointing to the floor. It covers the burnt floor, her arm, her head, her chest, her belly, her legs. Finally, the door closes back. His heart shatters as a crystal.

Berlin, 17th of February, 1937. 19:35
Aleister holds the wand in front of him, his eyes closed, one knee to the ground. The cinders of the explosion fall around him. He awaits for that long second to pass by, looking forward to open his eyes and discover his enemy in front of him. No enemy is in front of him. A spark in his frontal lobe is starting a chain of jumps through one way forever more repeated, never to be forgotten: Christoph Schwartzbund, his enemy's name. Behind the curtains, starts the War.

Berlin, 30th of April, 1937. 03:06
The Schwartzbund house remains silent. His wand is damaged, but it can be repaired. The rest cannot. The looks on those eyes pursue him. The quiet gaze of the woman and the two little girls make his hand tremble. It is done.

Stalingrad, 13th of September, 1942. 18:40
In the middle of Railway Station No. 1, a warrior stands still, wand in en garde position. A soldier rests dead besides him, leaning against his leg. He was not only his soldier, he was his friend. The man that joined the war seeking liberation in the rage looks up front, knowing it has come too far. The enemy is right there, but it's not the real enemy. Even the real enemy is now but a shadow in the past. In his pocket, a piece of ancient tablet tells him there might be a chance. The enemy is now death itself, and Aleister knows he has to survive, and keep the fight until he defeats her. He looks the death at the eyes. Death looks back.

London, 11th of June, 1945. 09:15
A table in a Ministry's office separates a man from a beast. The man is holding the exile notice in hope of a defense. The beast holds the wand against the table, willing to give it. He is coming back to the United Kingdom, nothing is stopping him. He is capable of any sacrifice. If giving away the wand forever is enough, he is sure of it. "You will not be allowed to legally wield any other wand", is the man about to say. The only response Aleister has is "I know". Because he knows, more than everyone, but now, time of learning has come to an end. Now it's time to teach. To act. To break, and to fix.

SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

Roleplay Response:

Aleister ran to the headmistress office, blaming those damn moving stairs. Even after all those years in the school, he forgot the fake step. It was as if his head was too off of that forgotten past, as if his new past had taken over the place.
He rallied into the office, closed the door, tried to recover his breath, and shook his pants off. He was a little bit nervous, after all. "Don't let them realize you have no wand", said to himself. "Don't. Not yet."

As he looked up, his sight made contact with the headmistress' one. It wasn't looking good.
"I know" said Aleister. "I realize it was unfair of me to make you wait. And I would gladly compensate you by turning around and leaving right now, never to return for this same purpose, if it wasn't that... I think it will pay you off better if I stay."

"You are doing just fine" he thought. He didn't want that job. He needed it badly. For reasons they shouldn't ever know, for purposes greater than him or the headmistress, or the school itself.

"I can't show you any additional formation than my graduation in this school a lot of years ago" said him, building his defense, which was nothing but an attack. "I only have my experience to advocate for me. I came here to teach an already forgotten subject: Metamancy. I don't know if you had it taught before recently, but these dark times would be a great moment to start doing it, or bringing it back. They would be a great moment because I'm here, and if you don't think I can stand as a professor, I ask you to test me. It will not be fair to judge me on my lateness, or your first impressions. Is this school the fair place I'm looking for?".

He breathed. That was it. He had thrown the stone, now it was time to wait, nervous, for the response.


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