Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2013 15:09:19 GMT -5
Name: Emile Dorian Mulciber Age: 27 Occupation: Dragonologist Blood Status: Pureblood Wand: 8 inches,hard,chestnut,Hippogriff tail. Playby: Alex O'Loughlin |  |
So, you really want to know about me hmm? Well, I suppose I have a few minutes of time to give you some basics. However, if I find these details anywhere else but here in this room then you will pay for it. Got that? Right, so what do you want to know that’s so important? First off, my full name is Emile Dorian Mulciber. I have never really liked my name, due to for me it has always sounded out of place in the family. Age? Do I really have to talk about my age? Fine. Twenty-seven, thank you for reminding me of that. I never went to Hogwarts like some of the family, instead I was sent to Beauxbatons. My school days could have been worse I suppose, had enough company to keep me sane. Hogwarts in my tastes, well from what I have heard, sounds like somewhere I would rather not go. But I do proudly come from a line of family known as the Mulcibers. Pureblood and proud thank you. My birthday is, if you care, May 1st 1960 and my view of who is better in these times is none of your damn business. Let’s just say The Order is a joke. Oh and just in case you wanted to know, I enjoy the company of females but have been curious about men. They sound like fun. My current profession is a Dragonologist. Now if you don’t know what that is, let me give you some knowledge. My job is to take care, watch and learn about Dragons their behaviour and the environment around them. Plus, keep them out of the sight of Muggles. That isn’t such an easy task sometimes. Dragons are very real believe me. We have plenty of breeds of course, more than most could ever imagine. Personally, Hungarian Horntails fascinate me. Beautiful creatures. Vicious mind you, the females could easily eat a Witch or Wizard if given a chance. They are one of the largest species of Dragons in the Wizarding World, females being larger than males. Enough of that, as you can see I know what I’m talking about so don’t ask otherwise. Things I enjoy? Why do you care about that? All right, as you seem keen to know. Quidditch I find to be a great sport but only in small doses. When people sit for hours go on about it, that’s my cue to walk away. Dragons of course, don’t get me started on these amazing, beautiful and misunderstood creatures. Dragon riding is a favourite pastime. Yes, you read that right Dragon Riding. I know a certain family member who enjoyed the sport too, yes I am insane and yes, I don’t care. I really need to get around to do that again one time. Now on to family members more to the point Lucas. Good man has his moments but good company none the less. Has his head in the right place, one of the few people in this world that I actually respect. Even if he did do some things to me, that even now I still, in a way, hold against him. But he’s my cousin so that’s enough for me. Plus, I have to admit I have always admired him from afar. His work with a blade and the techniques he learnt were stunning. That and along with how good he is with a wand. I love nothing better than being outside, if I had it my way I would live outside all year. Just a tent, myself, a diary, pot of ink and a quill. None of this indoor business, just purely me, myself and I. Best part of my job is I’m outside a lot of the time, watching various species. Pretty fascinating. Which leads me on to the next part, my job. Honestly? I had a rough idea from a young age what career I wanted, just things got a bit, well, sticky during my life. Now I wouldn’t change it for the world. Took me long enough to get here. Finally, Duelling. Ah duelling, nothing can beat the feeling of being around someone who has no clue about the art of duelling. Amusing really. I wouldn’t mess with me if I were you. Dislikes? What is this ask me a millions questions day? Well, on to this part I suppose. Why did I get talked in too this? Oh wait, because I have too. Well, might as well start of with the basics. Azkaban, yes I have been there and yes, I regret it but how I got there is rather complex. Let’s just say imagine you never felt happiness and that it was like a constant wave of darkness. The thought alone makes me shudder, if I ever have to go back then I think I may scream. Now to move on because I wish to make this next one very clear. Werewolves are not human; they are only put on this planet to be killed. Vile creatures, they are not human, all they want is human flesh and people who fight for them are fools. My father. This is certainly something I don’t wish to speak about much, but let’s just say that him and me have our disagreements. The next one I feel almost ashamed to admit but being around the man, really has made me develop a fear against him. Voldemort. A man who had great power, you don’t want to mess with him. Believe me. Now on to the last little bit of this section, due to it’s making me feel uncomfortable. If you wish to offer me alcohol in anyway, then you are wasting your time due to I dislike the taste. Butterbeer too is the foulest thing I have ever drank in my life. Happy now? I’m not giving away all my secrets to you. Strengths and weaknesses? How personal is this conversation going to get? I feel like I’m revealing my life history. I like to think I have a few strengths, but others may not think so. I don’t care. I have good knowledge in Dragons; after all they are part of my job. Hmm, well I suppose I can be bold sometimes and won’t stop until I get what I want. That could always be seen as a strength I suppose. If you earn it, I can be a caring man at heart especially when it comes to family. Shocking I know. I was always told that when it came to The Dark Arts and Duelling that both were my strong points. Weakness wise, this had to go somewhere didn’t it? Fine. Well, I can be a coward sometimes. Yes, I don’t always stand up for myself when it comes to a fight or protecting myself. Excuse me for being human. In case you haven’t noticed, I also hate people exposing my inner self. Let’s not go in too that. I’m not very good at being compassionate to others or dealing with people’s emotions. Wow, way to sell yourself Emile. Okay, I will admit I’m extremely selfish, even when it comes to friends and family. Hmmm, clumsy is a bad point with me, sometimes it gets me in deep trouble. I’m not good with authoritative figures; due to I find them intimidating, I would rather just get on with things in my own way. And finally, yeah I’m rude but I have my reasons. Don’t like it? Not my problem. Oh and I have an extremely short fuse and so get frustrated really easily. Yes, I have a fiery temper so what? Why are we talking about Patronuses? Look, I can cast the charm and I do believe it took form of a Crocodile. I’m not sure anymore, due to I haven’t been able to cast a Patronus in years. Boggart wise and yes, I have met a Boggart before would be, I can’t believe I’m admitting this, Voldemort. But I do have some goals in my life, one being to get back in touch with Lucas. Even if I still have a thing against him. If you give me a reason to hold a grudge, then it will happen. Be wise to remember that. The other would be to step away from Voldemort and get some bravery back in my system. When I was younger I would have done that, but now, well let’s just say I kick myself. So, you want to know my history? First of all like I said before all this, I am from a long line of Mulcibers. My father is called Ramone and he currently works at Ministry of Magic under the Magical Office of Law. My cousin is called Lucas Mulciber. My mother comes from the family known as the Châlon. And finally my uncle Julien is an Unspeakable. We are mixed bunch, each having our own ideas of career choices. Anyway, moving on. I was born and raised in France; my childhood was quite a normal one really. I was brought up in my childhood home known as the House of Versailles. Even from a young age my love of Dragons developed, due to I would spend hours looking in to them. When I was around six years of age, I found an old book left on a table within the house. Being a curious child at that age, I reached for the book and opened it to reveal pages of Dragons. My love developed, as I got older, when I grabbed a hold of any Dragon related information I could. Books, general knowledge I picked up from family members. That and I was brought up with the attitude of Werewolves were foul creatures and they were to be killed when the time came. So, that is where my attitude of hatred came from, suppose one could say it was bred in to me. My first sign of Magic came from when my father and me had gotten in a heated argument. What over exactly I can’t recall but I know for a fact that I picked up a near by chair and had thrown it across the room. The rest of my childhood went by quite normal, had a few ups and down like any child but who didn’t when they were young? I once decided very boldly to ask what was so wrong with werewolves. Let’s just say that didn’t go too well. Finally, when I was eleven I was sent off to school. My schooldays could have been worse if I’m honest but even so it had its moments. Beauxbatons when you first walk in to the place is a rather odd experience, but once you got to know the layout roughly you grew used to it. During my school years I learnt that I enjoyed Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration and sometimes Ancient Runes. Herbology wasn’t something I particularly enjoyed neither Potions. Both bored me. I had a few friends but that was all I felt comfortable having, if you catch what I mean. When I got to middle year, things began to change for me both in school and at home. School wise I joined the school Quidditch team and won the position of Keeper for my team and I learnt that my calling was in Duelling. Meanwhile back at home, the news had reached the family that a member called Mournis has passed away. This was also when Lucas entered our household. I learnt to enjoy his company and admired his skills from afar. This included his skills in sword fighting along with his wand. Lucas was someone I soon looked up to as a brother, my respect for him only got better as time passed. Upon finishing my school years, I left the school with an ambition of becoming a Dragonologist. And so I went off to pursue my dream, a dream that I was lucky enough to gain. After entering in to my application examination and passing, I then had to move on to the other half of getting the job. This time it came in the form of a psychical and mental based test. Luckily, I received the exiting news that I had passed. I managed to receive a job at a sanctuary that was close by and happy that I had finally gotten my dream job. But this didn’t last long, as an event happened that would change my life. I remember it well; after all it wasn’t something I forgot in a hurry. Upon being placed under the Imperius Curse from Lucas, I was then placed in to the hands of the Dark Lord and so becoming a Death Eater. Something even now I regret. After learning this news, I became rather bitter towards the decision and found myself to be abandoned amongst all the other Death Eaters. What I saw amongst my time in the Death Eaters is unspeakable. I watched as people were killed before my eyes, people tortured and even my own fellow Death Eaters become victims themselves. My fear of Voldemort developed due to this and even now it still haunts me. In the process of things though, I did become a Master Duellist and so I suppose I could call that one of my rather proud achievements to date. When you are around people all the time who use various Charms and Curses, it’s hard not to pick up on such things, along with learning how to defend myself and take part in such events, that and learning some in my schooldays. I was told to try and move up the ranks, which at the time seemed like a good idea. In the end I soon learnt that it in fact was not a good idea at all. I assisted on a break in to The Ministry and not hours later did I land up in Azkaban Prison. One of the worst experiences of my life and not one I really wish to repeat. I remember sitting for days inside of the cold walls, feeling like I would never feel joy ever again. Makes me sick to my stomach even now. Even now I still suffer the nightmares associated with it. The nights I spent curled up in my cell wanting to go home and regretting my stupid actions. Along with holding a bitter grudge. Lucky for me though, a few years later I was granted my way out of the Prison and back in to the Wizarding World. I remember watching Lucas walk away, a part of me glad he was away from me. But the idiot hasn’t bothered to contact me since; instead he left me here with them. I longed to leave the Dark Lord but am too much of a coward to do so. Plus, my father disapproves of such ideas. I will find a way, even if I have to do it the hard way. Now I just take orders like some filthy animal. There are you happy now? You have all you need to know about me. And I might add I don’t wish to ever do that again. |
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