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well la de fucking da!
Group: DEATH EATER ADMIN
Posts: 9
Member No.: 7
Joined: 23-August 08
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( DIE ANOTHER DAY )
is proud to introduce
"I don’t want to be a product of the environment. I want the environment to be a product of me."
__________ š› __________ welcome to the world MISS MOXY it's a lovely place out there and i'm sure SIXTEEN tequlia shots will keep you out of the loo for at lease THREE hours if not then ALICE LONGBOTTOM AND MOXY can hold your hair for you. and don't forget to let us know PM, AIM, MSN OR GMAIL ME by tomorrow cause THE CREATOR is very important. hermione granger is such a know it all
EXCUSE ME I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE HANSOME! full name; “The name’s Antonin Luther Dolohov. It’s a very foreign sounding name, I know. Antonin is the French and Czech version of the name Anthony. The name is derived from the Latin Antonius, the name of a prominent Roman family whose members included soldier and politician Mark Antony. They claimed to descend from Anton, a son of the Greek god Hercules. My parents thought it was a decent name despite the fact that all these famous Antony’s were Muggles. Luther, my middle name, is an old German name. A lot of my name comes from East Europe, like my family. Basically the name’s meaning is ‘the solider of people’. I think that’s a pretty cool name and it does relate to me as I am a solider for the Dark Lord and for blood purification. And finally, my surname. My pureblood, ancient surname which is again from East Europe. The meaning of the name has been lost over time but more recently, my last name is also the last name of a minor character who causes a lot of trouble in War and Peace by a Muggle called Leo Tolstoy. The fictional Dolohov from the book is brave but cruel and vindictive, though he is caring toward his mother and sisters.”
nick names; “An, Ant, Tony, Tin-Tin, Tin, Dols and so forth. There’s a lot of nick names out there but my closest friends usually call me Tony.”
birthdate; “August 17th, 1952 was a great day in history because that my friends, was the day I entered the world.”
birthplace; “I was born in a wizard’s hospital called Jonava General in English. It’s a hospital somewhere in the heart of Jonava, the city in Lithuania.”
hometown; “I grew up right outside of Hogsmeade and now I live right smack dab in the middle of the village.”
sexuality; “I’m as straight as they come. Homosexuality freaks the hell out of me, I’m not going to lie. I have issues with those kind of people. Got a problem with that?”
heritage; “Well my mom’s side was all English with a bit of Welsh in there but my father is Lithuanian with a whole family back in Lithuania but me, I’m what happens with a Lithuanian marries an English girl.”
blood status; “I’m a pure-fucking-blood and I’m never planning to change that. My family can be traced way back through history and the blood is pure as it comes. A lot of people may not have heard of my last name and might suspect that it’s not a real pureblood name but the only reason that everyone in England doesn’t recognise my surname as a pureblooded name is because the Dolohov family is from Lithuania. In Lithuania and a vast majority of Eastern Europe, everyone knows that Dolohov is as pure as it gets.”
wand; “It’s eleven inches, unicorn hair core and beech wood for the rest of it. I’ve had it for fifteen years and it’s always gotten the job done.”
broom; “I still have my old Comet in my closet from my old Quidditch days. Don’t use it any more but I have it somewhere in my flat.”
house; “I was in the best damn house ever - the noble house of Salazar Slytherin. That man really had a good idea of what the world should be like.” the sorting hat says come on downnn
WHETHER WE BE OLD AND BALD OR YOUNG WITH SCABBY KNEES. hair; “My hair’s never been long, it’s always been at a short length. I take pretty damn good care of my hair and so it looks and feels soft. It’s colour is black, by the way, and it sometimes can get messy but it never really bothers me.”
eyes; “A very dark shade of brown. A really dark shade of brown. My eyes don’t really have a kind warmth to them either, they’re stone cold.”
height; “Five foot eleven inches, I think.”
weight; “156 pounds. A healthy weight according to Healers.”
face; “Well, I guess I can start with my skin pigment. I’m really pale, I look like an Interferi sometimes but I assure you, I am living. My face is box or rectangle shaped, whichever you prefer. I’m never exactly clean shaven, I have to have stubble. My face is pretty normal though, my nose is straight and my ears don’t stick out at all. My ears are almost weird, they are pressed right down on my head. Most people’s stick out a tad but mine don’t at all. I have rather large eyebrows but there is clearly two of them there. My biggest flaw to my face is probably the size of my forehead. A lot of people have said that’s its too big.”
build; “I’m a bit slim but I’ve got muscle. I work out occasionally and I have a firm stance. I keep good posture and I never slouch. I’ve been raised to keep a good stance and it takes a good spell to through me off the ground when I’m duelling.”
voice; “My voice is hard to describe. It’s deep (been that way since I hit puberty) and it’s a tad rough too. It usually has a lot venom behind it and on a good day, my voice just seems indifferent.”
tattoos; “I’ve got this tattoo on my left arm, on the inside. It’s a snake and a skull kind of woven in together. The tattoo is more commonly known as the Dark Mark. Yeah, that’s right. You’re jealous.”
piercings; “None at all.”
distinguishing features; “My ears are a little different. Most people’s stick out a lot but mine are pressed right onto the side of my head. It’s a real defining feature and so could my huge forehead. I’m never clean shaven and people recognise that as who I am. As well, I have a birthmark on my lowest left rib on the side the shape of Spain. Another weird thing is I have a large gash on my right calf from duelling.”
play by; “Martin Rudolf is the sex.”
style; “I’m not sure if you can call what I wear a style but anyways, may as well get this over with. I’m not a conscious shopper, I really don’t care what I buy or what I wear. I’m usually caught wearing a simple black cloak but I am impartial to Muggle clothes like jeans and a simple t-shirt. If I’m not going somewhere important and I’m going for the casual look, I’ll go out in blue jeans, a shirt and with a green army jacket that I bought at the second hand store in Diagon Alley. I do however own a fair bit of wizard robes, right down to the bowler hats and multiple robes. I have a lot of dress robes, usually the colour of them is a dark green or a simple black. I don’t really wear them a lot though. What I do wear a lot though is my Death Eater outfit. It’s kind of a must wear within the crowd when we’re out on missions and it consists of the full length robes, the mask to hide our identity and this uncomfortable black boots.”
that mirror of erised is just a sales gimmick
TELL ME HARRY, WHAT EXACLTY IS THE FUNCTION OF A RUBBER DUCK? likes;
“Myself. I absolutely rock. What’s not to like about me? Got to look out for number one.”
“Girls, of course. What do you think I am, a homosexual. Merlin, no! Fuck, I love girls, especially brunettes and girls with long legs.”
“Sex. Hell, I can’t get enough to keep myself satisfied. I love having a good night under the sheets with no commitment, just pure sex.”
“The Dark Lord. After me, he’s probably the best man I know. He’s not my best friend or anything, I’m just one of his followers but I really look up to him. The Dark Lord has done so much for the wizarding world, getting rid of all the Muggles and all that. He makes me so proud to be a pureblood.”
“Being pureblood and being rich. I love having money and I love being so important. I love the privileges that come with my status and I’m glad I’m not a filthy Mudblood whose very life I’m ruining.”
“Slytherin in general. The house rocks and so does the man who started it all. He’s the one who really started the dream and the blood purity.”
“Jane Sullivan. Fuck, as much as I hate to admit, I like that girl and yet, I do know she’s a spy from the Ministry. She’s still different to me. It was weird, she was the only girl who I ever really settled down with and stayed committed to.”
“Partying. Who doesn’t love a good party? I simply go wild at parties, they are the best because you can just hook up with a few girls and get your dance moves going. You get to let it all lose and really be yourself.”
“The Dark Arts. I really, really like the Dark Arts. They give me such a feeling of power, with the Dark Arts I can do much and they make everyone fear me.”
“Torture. Some people prefer other areas of the Dark Arts, like manipulation and killing people but I love torture. I love watching a person cry, listening to a person scream into the night even though no one can hear them and I especially love when they start begging me to kill them. Torture gives me such power.”
“Duelling. A good duel is when the spells are flying, things are breaking and blood is being spilled. It gives me such a rush.”
“Alcohol. I’m on the verge of becoming an alcoholic, I’m not even going to lie. I always carry around a hipflask with Firewhiskey and it’s what keeps me going. I love to drink and there’s nothing stopping me from drinking.”
“Coffee. Give it to me black and no one will be hurt. There’s nothing that comes in between me and my morning coffee.”
“Lithuania. It’s where I was born and where all my fathers family is from and I’m rather fond of that place. I love going there all the time to see the family.”
“Quidditch. Duh, it’s pretty much a given. I’ve grown up with the game, I was a Beater in school and I still tend to follow the game.”
“Chocolate. Chocolate in any form is good with me. Chocolate chip cookies, chocolate cake, chocolate ice cream, chocolate truffles. If it has chocolate in it, I’m not very picky.”
“If you haven’t noticed, I like my power. Being a Pureblood and Death Eater, power comes naturally and I’m power hungry. I like being in control.”
“Attention. I’m a bit of an attention seeker. I can take compliments really well but I hate criticism.”
“Travelling. I’m pretty restless but I hate doing work like we did in Hogwarts. I like to see the world and experience other foods.”
“Cooking. I can do without the help of a house elf, I actually enjoy cooking and experimenting. I love to see what I will create.”
dislikes;
“Muggles. I really get a kick out of torturing them though.”
“Mudbloods. I absolutely loathe Mudbloods. They don’t deserve to learn about our world, their filthy and have to learn real respect.”
“Half-bloods. They are almost as bad as Muggleborns but they think that since some of their bloods purer, they deserve to breathe. What idiots.”
“Blood traitors. Blood traitors really get me going. They actually deserve to walk the halls of Hogwarts and they deserve to live until they turn their back on all that’s right. It really boils my butt to find a Pureblood snogging a Mudblood and I hate when Purebloods try to defend the Muggles.”
“The Order of the Phoenix. Oh, those freaks, always trying to get in our way with their futile attempts to stop us. Words can’t even describe how addled their brains must be. They are too dumb to see that we, the purebloods and Death Eaters are the future. They are one big torn in our side and they will not stop us on our way to power.”
“The Prewetts. Those two twins, Fabian and Gideon, have a death sentence. I will not rest until they are dead. I don’t give a flying fuck if they are my cousins or not, they planted a spy inside my fucking bed and made a fool of me. I just can’t wait to kill them. I have to kill them.”
“Jane Sullivan. Already listed on my likes list but she goes here too. I’m just so frustrated with her, I cannot contain the anger I have for her. I hate her and everything she works for. I hate the Ministry and I want nothing more than the Dark Lord to take over. I hate that she fooled me and I hate the feelings I have for her.”
“Disobedience of those beneath me. I really hate it when a person below me, whether a Death Eater or a Muggle tries to do their own thing and doesn’t listen to me.”
“Spicy food. Ick, just don’t even get me started. Spicy food sucks, it has a horrible taste and I can’t handle it.”
“Losing. I’m a bad loser, I curse and like to sneer things at my opponents. I hate losing, especially when I’ve tried so hard. I have to win. Winning is everything to me. Winning brings attention and compliments. Being a failure is horrible and I try really hard just to win and be on top.”
“Early mornings. Mornings I can deal with for the most part but I hate mornings when you’ve been out all night and yet you still have to get up. Hangovers are the worse. If it wasn’t for coffee, I don’t know how I would survive.”
“Sharing the limelight. I really like being the center of attention but I hate it when I have to share said attention.”
“Following rules. Sounds a little hypocritical since I hate when people don’t follow the rules I set but I don’t care. I hate the rules. I always broke them as a kid, I always went past the line and still am. Who cares if the Cruciatus Curse is illegal? Not me.”
“Girls who won’t put out. Ugh, this really irks me. I’m a horny guy and I just want sex, not marriage or commitment. I hate it when a girl, especially a really good looking one, refuses to have sex with me.”
“Homosexuals. Call me old fashioned or whatever but I like girls who dig guys and vice versa. I don’t even get anything out of girl on girl action really. Homosexuality just bothers me so much.”
“Showing weakness. I live for power, not weakness. I want to be strong and I hate being humiliated or showing weakness.”
strenghts;
+ torture
+ flying
+ the Dark Arts
+ creative
weaknesses;
- arrogant
- good looking girls
- too trusting
- acts first, thinks later
- attention seeker
habits;
“Like most guys, I like to check out ladies. Basically any woman that walks by.”
“I cook for myself and I prefer to eat a meal at my house than at a restaurant or something. My signature move for dates is taking girls to my place and cook for them.”
quirks;
“I never sleep with any girl who isn’t a pureblood. I ask the girls I plan to sleep with about their bloodline and everything.”
“The shower curtain in my bathroom has to be pushed to the side so I can see in the bathtub. Don’t know why I do this but it bothers me otherwise.”
“I wear my watch on my right wrist and the face is on the inside. I find it easier to read the time when I’m duelling that way.”
turn-ons;
“Brunettes. A lot of guys go for blondes but I like the brown haired girls.”
“Long legs. Enough said.”
“Pureblooded Long-legged brunettes. What a perfect combination.”
“Resistant girls. You know, the girl who fights with you, hates you and gives you the most heated sex later that night.”
“Confidence. I hate girls who complain about how much they hate their body, I hate the ones that watch what they eat and I like when she’s not really afraid to speak her mind.”
“Dirty talk. Girls that can talk dirty confidently usually are good in bed and it’s such a turn on.”
turn-offs;
“Muggles, Mudbloods, Blood Traitors and Half Bloods.”
“Girls who aren’t confident. See above.”
“Girls who don’t put out. Bloody annoying.”
“The Innocence Act. I have heard ‘I usually don’t do this’ so many times I don’t even believe it anymore. Just annoys me.”
“Non-shavers. Nothing is more disgusting than a girl who doesn’t shave her pits or her legs. If I get a girl like that ever, I’m out of there in a flash.”
secrets;
“I spent a lot of my childhood at the Prewett house hold. The Prewetts who are basically the biggest blood traitors in the world. Shocking, I know, which is why I don’t tend to spread that fact around much.”
“I spent a total of three years living in Lithuania as a child because my father feared I was going to turn out like a blood traitor or something.”
random facts;
“A little random but I can speak a total of three languages: English is my dominate and first language, then I’m also fluent in Lithuanian and I know a fair bit of German.”
patronus;
“My patronus is a scorpion because of how it goes by it’s instincts and it always kills its victims. The scorpion is known for its killer venom and it’s nocturnal ways. When I need to make a patronus, I usually like to think of my first Quidditch game, after I hit that Bludger at the other Chaser. There was a loud thud and everyone went ‘OH!’ and then some guys cheered. It was the first time I had people cheering in support of me, the first time I really felt the limelight and it was my first Quidditch game. But what I really like about this memory is that it was the first time I actually felt the joy of causing someone else pain. My third most used patronus memory would have to be my first blow job. It all felt so good and usually works if I need a defence against Dementors.”
mirror of erised;
“If I were to stand in front of the Mirror of Erised last month, I would’ve saw myself in charge a large group of people, all of them on their knees and begging for my attention but now, now I would see myself standing smugly over the bloodied bodies of Gideon and Fabian Prewett. That my friends is my greatest desire. I want those twins dead more than anything else. It would bring me extreme satisfaction and happiness. I’m not sure where Jane would fit in the picture though. I’m still undecided on her.”
dementor;
“Tony, can I call you Tony?” asked the round faced Ministry worker. I nodded.
“Okay, well, Tony, I don’t know any way to tell you this but the reason why you can’t go in your house is because your mom’s dead kid.”
My heart stopped beating and I brought my knees to my chest.
“This is a joke, right? My mom can’t be dead…she was going to take me to the Quidditch game tonight!” I said.
“No, Tony, she can’t anymore. She’s dead. I’m sorry.”
A short memory to relive, yes, but Antonin always passes out moments after hearing that his mother is dead when a Dementor lurks. That’s his usual worst memory that he’s forced to relive but there’s others like the time his father gave him over to his uncle for two years and the time he found out his father murdered his mother.
boggart;
It doesn’t seem like a big thing but Antonin Dolohov fears losing more than anything else in the whole world. When faced with a Boggart, it takes on the form of Antonin himself sitting on the ground, dirty and begging for money. Losing scares him silly, he never wants to lose and it is one of his greatest ambitions to be on top of the world so a Boggart makes him see the complete opposite of his dreams. For some reason, Antonin just likes to win a lot and will do anything to avoid losing. There are no limits to what he will do to be on top.
amortentia; milk chocolate, twenty year old Firewhiskey, coffee and the smell of dew on the grass in the morning
overall; at least three quality paragraphs fred and george and george and fred
HE'S GOT CRABBE AND GOYLE TRANSFORMING INTO GIRLS? BLIMEY. parents; Sandra (nee Prewett) and Valdas Dolohov. Both are deceased.
siblings; none
grandparents; Sebastian and Emily Prewett && Anastasia and Eoin Dolohov
aunts/uncles; Ignatius Prewett and Lucretia Prewett (deceased), Kenneth and Jane (nee Jones) Prewett on the mother’s side and Alexi Dolohov and Daina Dolohov, Linas Dolohov and Kim Dolohov, Rimas Dolohov (father’s side)
cousins;
Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett, Molly (nee Prewett) Weasley and Alice (nee Prewett) Longbottom on the mother’s side
Alexi Dolohov, Sasha Dolohov, Justinas Dolohov, Salomeja (nee Dolohov) Meras, Balys Dolohov and Violeta Dolohov on the father’s side
other family; only a small number of purebloods are distantly related to Antonin in England; the more extended family can be found in Lithuania.
pets; none
history;
Hannibal Lecter: Would you ever say to me "Stop. If you love me, stop?"
Clarice Starling: Not in a thousand years.
Hannibal Lecter: "Not in a thousand years"... That's my girl.
There came a time in Valdas Dolohov’s life when his father sat him down and told him all about blood purity. The three other Dolohov boys were also told the same things years before Valdas and just like his brothers, Valdas absorbed every word, took it and swore by it. The Dolohov’s were a very proud pureblooded family that lived in Lithuania for generations and at the age of seven, Valdas swore to his father Eoin that he too would carry on the noble family name. Of course, he didn’t think much of this vow for many years and by the time he graduated Durmstrang Institute, Valdas set out to find a suitable wife.
It took a while for Valdas to find that girl to marry. He had a few rules to finding a wife: she had to be a pureblood and unlike his two eldest brothers who just married the first pureblood, he wanted to have some feelings for the girl whether they happen to be just friendship or love. He did not want to marry a girl he didn’t even like but love was not a requirement. Now, Durmstrang did have a handful of girls all of them pureblooded (it was a rule at Durmstrang that no Mudblood could attend there) but they were all taken or just not right for Valdas. After hitting the age of twenty, Valdas was getting a little desperate and began tracing Europe trying to find the right bride. Finally he found her, Miss Sandra Prewett who he just happened to run into when he was in this place called the Leaky Cauldron in England. She was gorgeous, had a great laugh and when Valdas asked the bartender, the barkeep said she was a pureblood. He swore his life on it and a guy next to Valdas at the bar said she was pure as well. She seemed perfect. Trouble was she was with a date, he was not but by the time the night ended, they were staying in Valdas’ room upstairs at the Leaky Cauldron.
Valdas never quite understood how he managed to get Sandra Prewett into his room but it happened. He impressed her just as much he was impressed with her. Sandra seemed to be a sucker for a guy who could speak multiple languages. And it didn’t stop with that one night at the Leaky Cauldron. Nope, Valdas stuck around England for a while and saw Sandra regularly until she announced three months into their relationship that she was pregnant. Valdas immediately dropped to his knees and as her to marry him. Of course, before he asked for her hand in marriage, Valdas snuck around a bit and confirmed her blood status. And he also asked for her father’s permission. Valdas was slightly uneasy when Mr. Prewett asked Valdas if he loved his daughter. Truth was, Valdas didn’t really know and didn’t even have answer for that question for when she died. You see, Valdas had fun with Sandra, he had laughs and then there was the sex but he still felt like he was missing out on something. His eyes still wandered and he cheated on Sandra a few times before their wedding night. The wedding night though, Valdas had the whole family in for the wedding and everything went just swell. Finally the fourth Dolohov boy had found his wife to carry on the family name.
Hannibal Lecter: As your mother tells you, and my mother certainly told me, it is important, she always used to say, always to try new things.
The next chapter of Antonin Dolohov’s history happened on August 17th, 1952 with his birth. Antonin just so happened to be born in his father’s homeland because he asked his wife if he could have his first child born there like he was. Of course, Sandra was actually in love with Valdas and was happy to give birth in Lithuania. And so, Antonin was born a Lithuanian. About a month later though, the Dolohov’s moved out of Valdas’ father’s summer cottage and back to England. Though the little boy Antonin would not spend his whole childhood there. Nope, the kid ended up spending his youth split between the two countries.
Fast-forward through Antonin’s early years. They aren’t that exciting unless learning about his first word’s and how he learned to walk gets some people exhilarated. Antonin went through his early years quickly and while he was going through the diapers, his mother became a stay at home wife and his father took a job in the Ministry of Magic. Antonin himself was too young to remember but his family environment wasn’t too great. You see, his father told his mother a few weeks after Antonin’s birth that he saw no more need for more children for he had a boy to carry on the family name. Sandra was a tad upset as she wanted a lot of children. Sandra’s family, being her two sisters weren’t too impressed with that either and the two weren’t really crazy over the Lithuanian before. Then Antonin hit his wife with his ideals. Before the marriage, he never once mentioned his blood purity beliefs and after one heated sex session, he told her he was glad he chose her. Sandra made him explain and needless to say, Valdas spent the rest of the night on the couch. Sandra, you see, wasn’t really into blood purity: she just so happened to be a pureblood. Quickly, Sandra fell out of love with Valdas and the home that once seemed promising turned broken.
Around the age of four, Antonin was walking and talking around the house. It was upsetting to Valdas to find out that his son was more attached to his mother and he feared that his wife was about to poison him with thoughts of blood traitors. Antonin quickly became a battle between his parents and little Tony suddenly found himself in the middle of a tug-of-war. On one side was his mother and on the other, his father. His mother tried to make him hers by using good old fashioned love and homemade cooking while Valdas was buying him impressive toys and taking him to Quidditch games. A year passed and Tony ignored the tug-of-love-war for as long as he could until he began to over hear his parents fights. There was horrid yelling and name calling that a five year old couldn’t ever understand. If he could, Tony would’ve heard his mother be called a blood traitor, a whore of a mother and a fuck up while she called his father a blood crazed monster, a cheater, an unfaithful husband and an asshole.
At six, Antonin was sitting in the living room and his parents stepped out of the kitchen and carried on their fight. They were just travelling through but then Antonin looked up from his colouring book and watched as his father hurled a frying pan at his wife. Little Tony saw this and knew it could’ve hurt his mother, closed his eyes and hoped it would just stop in the air so it wouldn’t touch her. While his eye’s closed, the fight suddenly stopped and Antonin opened his eyes to see why. There it was, the frying pan was suspended in mid-air because of Antonin. Valdas stormed out because his son took his wife’s side and Antonin’s mom baked him cookies as a reward. Though the celebration was short for the next day, Antonin was sent with his Aunt Lucretia and her children for ice cream while his mother cleaned the house. Antonin rarely ever saw his Aunt Lucretia and her sons and daughter but despite this, Antonin had a great time with the Prewetts. They laughed, ate ice cream and Lucretia took the kids to the park on the Lakeview Boardwalk. Young Tony couldn’t understand why his father wanted him away from Aunt Lucretia. Antonin was sad to go home and when he came home, he was crushed.
Lady Murasaki: They will call it murder.
Hannibal Lecter: At worst a crime of passion.
Antonin came home to find several new witches and wizards at the house, none of whom he would ever see again. All of it was confusing and it got worse when two wizards stopped him from going in the house. Then the most horrible part came. One of the wizards then told him that his mother was dead. At the age of six, Antonin no longer had a mother because she apparently committed suicide. Little did all the investigators and Ministry people know that Mrs. Sandra Dolohov did not hang herself and in fact, she was forced under the Imperious Curse by her husband to do so. The Ministry was suspicious yes, but this could never be proved and Valdas got away with murder. Finally his son could not be corrupted by his wife’s ways.
Sandra died just at the right time, really. Antonin was still young and he didn’t understand all of his parents problems. He didn’t have a lot of memories so it was easier for Valdas to become the dominate figure in Antonin’s life. Or so Valdas thought it would go. Instead of Antonin going crying to his father, Antonin turned to his Aunt Lucretia. He spent a vast majority of his sixth year at the Prewett household and finally got to know Lucretia, Ignatius (his uncle) and his cousins Gideon, Fabian and Molly after six years of being basically strangers. The Prewett home reminded him so much of his mother’s ways that Antonin actually didn’t suffer from horrible sadness after his mom’s death. He didn’t quite understand the circumstances of his mother’s death and where she went but Aunt Lucretia was there to help him cope. She became his new mother figure and she helped him a great deal with his grief. And then soon, she told him it was alright to talk to Muggleborns and Muggles. She began to tell the boy a whole new set of ideals and it’s not really hard to imagine how livid his father was when his son began to retell his days to his dad.
Jack Crawford: You feel sorry for him.
Will Graham: As a child, my heart bleeds for him. Someone took a little boy and turned him into a monster. But as an adult... as an adult, he's irredeemable. He butchers whole families to fulfill some sick fantasy. As an adult, I think someone should blow the sick fuck out of his socks.
Enough was enough for Valdas. He had to get his son out of the country before he became a blood traitor and ended up marrying a Muggle. He came to a descion of what to do spontaneously and so in the middle of the night on the day before Antonin’s seventh birthday, Valdas woke his son up and packed his bags for him. A few minutes later with the help of Side-Along Apparation, Valdas took his son to his birthplace for the first time since. Lithuania, Valdas was sure, could clean up his son’s act. If not just the country’s atmosphere, Valdas knew his father and his brothers could help him with his little problem. And so the modern day Antonin Luther Dolohov was born. It’s almost like Antonin was born twice in his life: his first life was the one his mom helped him live, the one of good and hope and then his second life started the day he arrived in Lithuania, then started the life of hatred, lies and arrogance.
It took a bit of time for Antonin’s family to get the message drilled in his head. All three of his uncles helped Antonin’s father and grandfather get their point across. So did the cousins Antonin met while in Lithuania, the six who Antonin had never met before. All six were older than Antonin and all day long, Antonin was surrounded by people obsessed with blood lines. Within a month in Lithuania, the life Antonin’s mother had made him was just a distant mistake to him. By then, Antonin was taught his mother was a piece of scum, that she was worthless and stupid for believing all those things she had told him and Antonin believed it. He also believed everything about he had to carry on the family name, about how he had to keep it pure and how he could not be seen with Muggles or Mudbloods or anything. But just to be sure, Antonin’s father asked for a transfer from the Ministry of Magic in England and stayed two years in Lithuania so Antonin would really absorb all the details. Around Antonin’s nine and a half birthday, it was time to go back and when he came back to England, he was a changed boy.
Freddy Lounds: Will you let me go now?
Francis Dolarhyde: Soon. There is one more way I can help you to better understand.
Freddy Lounds: I-I want to understand. I do, and I'm-I'm really gonna be fair from now on. You know that.
all moldy voldy needs is a little lovin'
THE FIRST SIGN OF MADNESS TALKING TO YOUR OWN HEAD. rule phrase; say what?
member title; well la de fucking da!
other; the quotes used in the history and personality description are from any of the following movies: Hannibal Rising (2007), Hannibal (2001), Red Dragon (2002),The Silence of the Lambs (1991) and Manhunter (1986).
roleplay sample;
The day had started way too early for Evan Rosier. He had been up all night long drinking at a friends house, trying to forget all his worries and drinking his rage away. And of course, this was never a good combination when you had to go to work at 6:30 AM. Like almost every other work morning, Evan came to the Ministry red-eyed and with a pounding headache. The headache was the worse, first Evan would Apparate into the main entrance of the Ministry where it was just bustling with wizards causing a lot of unwanted noise and shoving him to get by. But being in the Department of Mysteries was equally as bad because it was so damn quite and it was just him, his pain and his thoughts.
And Evan Rosier's thoughts were dangerous things. Crazy things mulled through his brain, thoughts of murder, torture and death. He was in fact a Death Eater, one that very little people knew about. He worked hard to keep his identity secret but lately, Evan was ready to quit his job at the Ministry and just be a Death Eater full time. It was fun so why not? Working at the Ministry seemed pointless. Although it was fun to listen to others talk about what they were doing to stop the Death Eaters, there was enough Death Eaters in the Ministry that he didn't even have to be there. If he quit, he could just party, pillage and plunder all night and sleep all day. It sounded like a heavenly dream.
Hours passed by painfully from the Department of Mysteries. Evan watched the clock more that morning than he did work. Finally though, it was lunch time and Evan could leave the Ministry for a good hour and no one would even notice his absence. After all, it was his lunch time and Evan decided to go where he always went for lunch: he went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in Diagon Alley. It was only a short Apparation away and Evan was happy again.
Florean was standing at the ice cream counter when Evan came in the glass door, the bell chiming overhead to announce his arrival. The bell was unneeded though for it became habit for Evan to come to the ice cream parlor for lunch and Florean could depend on the Evan's patronage every day. He only missed lunch at Fortescue's when he didn't work or was invited elsewhere with colleagues or friends. Evan went to the ice cream counter and ordered his favourite hang-over remedy that Florean seemed to make just for him. "Chocolate frog coffee ice cream float, please." Evan said politely. Oddly enough, he was nice to Florean because the man never did anything wrong to him. He just did his job so Evan never had to yell at the man. He had even added coffee to the chocolate frog ice cream float at Evan's request...and bribery.
When Florean slid the float across the counter and Evan laid out the sickels. He tipped an imaginary hat and went to his usual seat by the window. For all Evan knew, Florean Fortescue knew his secret identity. It was entirely possible as Evan often entertained friends and Death Eater's at his parlor. Evan's friends lacked discretion and Evan remembered buying shakes for everyone at the parlor one day because he had a rather successful night with a few other Death Eaters who were with him in the parlor the following day. If Florean knew, he didn't say anything. He probably knew what was best for him. But oddly enough, Florean showed no indication that he knew anything about Evan's outings. Sometimes Evan could tell if a shopkeeper knew anything about what he did by the shake of their hand as they handed him his change and yet, Florean didn't tremor when giving change.
Evan took a few sips of his float and smiled, it's concoction already seeming to do the trick for his headache began to shrink immediately. He took out the Daily Prophet, laid it out on the table and began to read. It seemed like he was a star today because there was his work on the front page, the brutal torture and murder of some Ministry clerk and his family. Of course, Evan wasn't mentioned at all but those deaths had been his handiwork and the work of a few of his fellow Death Eaters. Evan smiled to himself just as the doorbell rang. He didn't bother to look up, he just flipped the page and read the rest of the story. Rosier didn't even look up until he heard the chair on the other side of the table scrape out. That caught his attention and forced him to raise his head.
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