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E L S E W H E R E   A D U L T

CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Cassiel Gelano Lucero Albear.
Gender: Male.
Age: 18.
Blood Status: Pureblood.

Education: 
Hogwarts - Class of '42.

Residence:
Hogsmeade/Albear family residence. He bounces from one to the other.

Occupation
Lazy guy and mischief maker.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
Hopefully the Ministry later, but no.

Requested Magic Levels:
  • Charms: 12
  • Divination: 7
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 6
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
Albears/Alvears family. First adoption guys!

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Joy & co.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

They were separated by a matter of minutes.

Sometimes Cassiel thought it didn't matter that Ambriel was the older twin here. After all, Ambriel got more responsibility, got more expectations. Just the slightest bit more, because he was a third son. But more.

Other times Cassiel wished that Ambriel hadn't been born first, because a few minutes shouldn't matter in the scheme of things. He knew better, of course. Time was valuable, and in a world where wasting time was almost as bad as marrying a muggle - or God forbid, fathering a halfblood - a few minutes could mean everything. Like in birth order, perhaps.

But his family had always seemed so rigid, so cookie-cutter. They were a traditional family. Things were patriarchal. Everyone reported to someone. There was a way to do things, and it was either their way or the highway to hell. Maybe even disownment, a fate worse than death. Being disowned wasn't something anybody wanted.

His grandfather, John Charles. Patriarch, old. But he knew how to do things, and he was scarily severe. Everyone knew to respect him, and Cassiel and Ambriel had learned early on that Grandfather wasn't to be messed with. It was better to just nod and do what he said.

Father, Percival. Practically the same as Grandfather, and obsessed with a perfect legacy. Father had searched for a defection in all of his children, but they'd all been deemed more or less healthy; except for the older sister that had never survived. Percival had searched for his flaw, but said something about being fraternal twins and then dismissed it. He didn't see the logic, but he didn't understand Father.

Mother, Emma. Cassiel only ever called her Mum as a very young child; sons didn't cling to their mother's apron strings and everyone knew it. Even though he was the fourth son, nobody cut him slack on that. She was timid, something that showed up in his youngest brother from time to time.

Azrael was like an unattainable pillar of perfection. Cassiel would admit that he was handsome, and Azrael had been forced into his position in a way. But being born first son made him a role model, and also the person Cassiel reported to. Azrael was somebody Cassiel was supposed to aspire to be. Cassiel never had.

Michael pretended to be another Azrael. Michael was second son, the first son's right hand man. Michael was also like a thug. Cassiel had gotten into his fair share of fights with his brothers before, and most of the physical ones had been with Michael. He'd inevitably end up losing, because once Michael went into a rage he was hard to control. His snake was just a bit creepy, and Cassiel had no love for it.

Ambriel. Ambriel was him and not him at the same time. Although they weren't identical they were obviously related; dark hair and light eyes were Albear traits. Besides, there was something about him that showed he was Cassiel's twin. Ambriel was the only one who called him Cass on a regular basis. Cassiel would say it made him sound like a girl, but Ambriel knew he didn't really mind that much. His best friend and constant companion. Cassiel knew Ambriel the best out of all of them, and vice versa.

Then there was Ra'asiel. Frail, sickly and just a bit too feminine. Over time, Cassiel had noticed slightly masculine traits about his sister-like brother, but they were barely noticeable. He loved books, and Cassiel couldn't help thinking that his little brother would end up a Ravenclaw. He turned out right.

Cassiel himself was right in the middle of their family. He had lower expectations from his father, which he was grateful for. He had seen what expectations did to Azrael. But he was a graduate now, and the manor was too stifling after so many years.

As much as he disliked it, both he and Ambriel went to Azrael's house in Hogsmeade. It seemed all of the older ones were there now. He almost pitied Azrael. Almost.


Roleplay: 
You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:


Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
Cassiel stepped out of the house. It was snowing, and his twin was still sound asleep in Azrael's house. But he had to go look at Diagon Alley. He had precious few moments of free time now that the others were trying to keep him busy; this was the only time to arrange a few presents for his brothers, as much as he disliked them at times.

He twisted on the spot. The familiar squeezing sensation ensued, and he appeared at the entrance of Diagon Alley without an accident occurring. As he walked down the street glancing in windows, he heard a man behind him.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!"

The impact was noted first, the box next, and then the tinsel landed on his shoulders like a muggle scarf, and he pushed it off before turning around. The old man lying on the ground had been slightly unexpected, but he recovered.

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"

Cassiel nodded in acceptance. "It's alright." He took out his wand and quickly levitated all the tinsel back in the box. He levitated it again, and now it was hovering in front of the man.

"There's the tinsel."


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