Puraido Mattaiasu
Plot-based NPC (now you know where he is, and yes it is relevant)
Name: Puraido Mattaiasu
School: Mahoutokoro
Year: Must be the same year as you are presently.
Status: Pureblood
Appearance: A tall, pale-skinned and freckled youth. He is rather thin and tall for his age and has always been physically frail of body but not of mind. He has hazel eyes that are often commented on by his obsessive girlfriend and a head of thick, red hair. He considers himself to be rather handsome, sporting angular features and dressing fashionably. Some might say he is a bit of a chameleon however as his appearance has taken a drastic change since he has moved to Japan. His face is often hidden beneath a mask that he insists on wearing when outside of his dormitory. Besides this he dresses as he is required, in the robes provided by his school during school hours but his off-hours he is often seen wearing the dark wizard robes of his former school.
Personality: More ambitious than you. He always has a plan. There is always something ticking away in the back of his head. He is unrelenting but he is also had-working. He does not have a sense of loyalty or kinship but he does have his attachments and preferences. He has a cruel sense of humor and he is for the lack of a better word, an asshole.
He is thought of as strange, arrogant and lonesome here. He does not speak and when he does it is in broken Japanese that is heavily accented. For that reason he prefers to not speak at all. He prefers to hide his face out of guilt but he would be more apt to claim it is because he is the palest boy in the school being one of the few gingers. However the mask he chooses to wear makes him stand out more.
He has been in a number of brawls since his arrival a few months ago, he started over half of them and he probably deserved all of them. Of additional note is an incredible amount of mail seems to be delivered to him at regular intervals.
History: Born in Wellington, England. His pureblooded parents had Greek roots. His mother works for the British Ministry of Magic as a Metal Charmer. His father works as an Owlet trainer. In addition, they co-own a small book store in Greece. The book store is in truth a front for muggles, the back room is where fortuned are divined for a price. While his parents technically partially own the book store they are rarely present, however members of his extended family who also partially own the store run the establishment and therefore reap the profits much to Puraido's chagrin. His family comes from old money but his parents appear content to live middle-class lives.
He was educated in a preparatory school for wizards. He was tutored in the basics of reading, writing, literature and mathematics. He is a proficient piano player.
As for siblings, he has none. He does technically have a half-brother, who can also be considered his cousin. His mother and his uncle had him about eleven years ago. His family dynamics are complicated. He also has a few cousins, one of which had recently died. An unfortunate tragedy that had to do with a lingering curse that ultimately took his life a matter of days before the cure was discovered. He almost blames himself for it, had he mentioned the recently discovered cure or had his cousin had the opportunity to do so, then his cousin would be alive to this day.
His cousins death rocked the family. They decided that Hogwarts was no longer safe so moved. Most of his extended family transferred to Koldovstoretz. He was the exception, his cousin (the living one) has not quite forgiven him. Something about "murdering him in his sleep being too good for a snake like him." Big words from such a weak, inept boy. All the same, distance had a way of making the heart grow fonder. His preference was to return to Hogwarts but his parents would not hear of it. He insisted on Japan for reasons he has not yet shared but he has once again a plan.
Money talks. The requirement was living in Japan. Suddenly that book shop in Greece was more appealing to earn those galleons. Moving to Japan was no easy task. Hokkaido is a lovely place, a natural beauty that the UK seems to lack. His parents moved to Hokkaido, his younger-cousin brother and himself enrolled mid-year in Mahoutokoro.
First Instance of Magic: He was three and he was playing with blocks. The sort that you stack on upon the other. As his parents tell is, merely pulling back the years ever so slightly, they heard laughter in the study where he was playing and when they entered his blocks were floating, bobbing about him. He was too young to recall his parents' reaction but they told him that they celebrated and bought him knew toys he has long since grown past.
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Some stories should never be told...
Name: Puraido Mattaiasu
School: Mahoutokoro
Year: Must be the same year as you are presently.
Status: Pureblood
Appearance: A tall, pale-skinned and freckled youth. He is rather thin and tall for his age and has always been physically frail of body but not of mind. He has hazel eyes that are often commented on by his obsessive girlfriend and a head of thick, red hair. He considers himself to be rather handsome, sporting angular features and dressing fashionably. Some might say he is a bit of a chameleon however as his appearance has taken a drastic change since he has moved to Japan. His face is often hidden beneath a mask that he insists on wearing when outside of his dormitory. Besides this he dresses as he is required, in the robes provided by his school during school hours but his off-hours he is often seen wearing the dark wizard robes of his former school.
Personality: More ambitious than you. He always has a plan. There is always something ticking away in the back of his head. He is unrelenting but he is also had-working. He does not have a sense of loyalty or kinship but he does have his attachments and preferences. He has a cruel sense of humor and he is for the lack of a better word, an asshole.
He is thought of as strange, arrogant and lonesome here. He does not speak and when he does it is in broken Japanese that is heavily accented. For that reason he prefers to not speak at all. He prefers to hide his face out of guilt but he would be more apt to claim it is because he is the palest boy in the school being one of the few gingers. However the mask he chooses to wear makes him stand out more.
He has been in a number of brawls since his arrival a few months ago, he started over half of them and he probably deserved all of them. Of additional note is an incredible amount of mail seems to be delivered to him at regular intervals.
History: Born in Wellington, England. His pureblooded parents had Greek roots. His mother works for the British Ministry of Magic as a Metal Charmer. His father works as an Owlet trainer. In addition, they co-own a small book store in Greece. The book store is in truth a front for muggles, the back room is where fortuned are divined for a price. While his parents technically partially own the book store they are rarely present, however members of his extended family who also partially own the store run the establishment and therefore reap the profits much to Puraido's chagrin. His family comes from old money but his parents appear content to live middle-class lives.
He was educated in a preparatory school for wizards. He was tutored in the basics of reading, writing, literature and mathematics. He is a proficient piano player.
As for siblings, he has none. He does technically have a half-brother, who can also be considered his cousin. His mother and his uncle had him about eleven years ago. His family dynamics are complicated. He also has a few cousins, one of which had recently died. An unfortunate tragedy that had to do with a lingering curse that ultimately took his life a matter of days before the cure was discovered. He almost blames himself for it, had he mentioned the recently discovered cure or had his cousin had the opportunity to do so, then his cousin would be alive to this day.
His cousins death rocked the family. They decided that Hogwarts was no longer safe so moved. Most of his extended family transferred to Koldovstoretz. He was the exception, his cousin (the living one) has not quite forgiven him. Something about "murdering him in his sleep being too good for a snake like him." Big words from such a weak, inept boy. All the same, distance had a way of making the heart grow fonder. His preference was to return to Hogwarts but his parents would not hear of it. He insisted on Japan for reasons he has not yet shared but he has once again a plan.
Money talks. The requirement was living in Japan. Suddenly that book shop in Greece was more appealing to earn those galleons. Moving to Japan was no easy task. Hokkaido is a lovely place, a natural beauty that the UK seems to lack. His parents moved to Hokkaido, his younger-cousin brother and himself enrolled mid-year in Mahoutokoro.
First Instance of Magic: He was three and he was playing with blocks. The sort that you stack on upon the other. As his parents tell is, merely pulling back the years ever so slightly, they heard laughter in the study where he was playing and when they entered his blocks were floating, bobbing about him. He was too young to recall his parents' reaction but they told him that they celebrated and bought him knew toys he has long since grown past.
Approved
Some stories should never be told...
Puraido Mattaiasu
Is your character a Broom Racer? NO.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO.
Is your character a Duelist? NO.
Stats:
Stamina: 3
Evasion: 9
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 10
Abilities:
Seer: Yes, I am aware that is not normally allowed, this is an event NPC that if you do not recognize by now I am severely disappointed in you.
Binding Mark:
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Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO.
Is your character a Duelist? NO.
Stats:
Stamina: 3
Evasion: 9
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 10
Abilities:
Seer: Yes, I am aware that is not normally allowed, this is an event NPC that if you do not recognize by now I am severely disappointed in you.
Binding Mark:
Reducio
Ever wish to call home? Well he didn't. There was no need, he did not care if he was missed or if he was wanted because he had other, better things to do with his time. Because he always had access to them anyways via owl, by personal contact or whatever the message was it could certainly wait.
Times had changes, his situation had also.
Marks are terribly unique. One to a scriber, no two the same. It would be laughable to realize what his mark would be. The grasping legs of a spider, the all seeing eye and of course the hidden message behind it all. The roles that bonded them even if they wished to not be bound. The small mouth below could only whisper the secrets it had to tell.
"So this is how it works?"
His Japanese terrible and tangled, his tongue refused to move as it should and the words came out muddied.
"Kurai me"
He would point the wand at his bare chest and press the tip against his mayonnaise-like flesh. It did not hurt, but he felt something that he could only describe as a cold tingle. Enough to be jarring, to make one think that sensation should be pain while it was not.
Something dark would form just beneath the surface of his flesh. Reminiscent of the dark curse that had taken his cousin's life. For a moment he felt a sense of apprehension as he stared as his thin, pallid image in the mirror. His expression was fearful but the mask would not betray this truth as he was without his upper vestments with the exception of his mask. Even his tutor was not about to see his face, his truth and the shame he would eternally deny.
"It is supposed to spread like that, yeah?"
He fought to keep his voice even, indifferent. In truth the fear was palpable. The fear of karma and justice, a rightful fright for one such as him. The image that would form looked like a clean, fresh tattoo. The darkness spread no further and his fingers would trace over the inky mark.
"Kurai me" he repeated. It meant dark eye in Japanese, a tongue that was not his own. Darkness had become significant in his life as did the eye that always watched and always knew. That would be the word for it, the word that defined the dark link between himself and others as he allowed himself to be known. Soon he would be known as more than than better but as their Lord.
WC: 521
Times had changes, his situation had also.
He had heard of the technique. Little had he known one of his former dormmates already had such a skill. A wasted opportunity to pretend to have a friend until he was no longer useful. Not that this was a particularly 'dark' skill, just one that is not conventionally learned but one can pay for the services of an elder to show one the ropes. That was exactly what he did in this case. He paid to learn, nothing spoke as clearly between cultures as cold hard cash and now that his parents lacked the luxury of mediocracy, he had galleons to spare.
Marks are terribly unique. One to a scriber, no two the same. It would be laughable to realize what his mark would be. The grasping legs of a spider, the all seeing eye and of course the hidden message behind it all. The roles that bonded them even if they wished to not be bound. The small mouth below could only whisper the secrets it had to tell.
"So this is how it works?"
His Japanese terrible and tangled, his tongue refused to move as it should and the words came out muddied.
"Kurai me"
He would point the wand at his bare chest and press the tip against his mayonnaise-like flesh. It did not hurt, but he felt something that he could only describe as a cold tingle. Enough to be jarring, to make one think that sensation should be pain while it was not.
Something dark would form just beneath the surface of his flesh. Reminiscent of the dark curse that had taken his cousin's life. For a moment he felt a sense of apprehension as he stared as his thin, pallid image in the mirror. His expression was fearful but the mask would not betray this truth as he was without his upper vestments with the exception of his mask. Even his tutor was not about to see his face, his truth and the shame he would eternally deny.
"It is supposed to spread like that, yeah?"
He fought to keep his voice even, indifferent. In truth the fear was palpable. The fear of karma and justice, a rightful fright for one such as him. The image that would form looked like a clean, fresh tattoo. The darkness spread no further and his fingers would trace over the inky mark.
"Kurai me" he repeated. It meant dark eye in Japanese, a tongue that was not his own. Darkness had become significant in his life as did the eye that always watched and always knew. That would be the word for it, the word that defined the dark link between himself and others as he allowed himself to be known. Soon he would be known as more than than better but as their Lord.
WC: 521
This is the "Game Master" account. Please do not owl this account, unless specified. This account is not moderated actively and therefore, you may not receive a response.
Contact a Head of House or the Headmaster if you need anything.