amycus ' ames ' carrow. twenty six. cursebreaker ( and hit man & serial killer on the downlow ). death eater. good at making people talk. not so good at talking tho.
AMYCUS CARROW is A DEATH EATER in the war, even though HIS official job is as A CURSE BREAKER & HIT MANĀ the TWENTY SIX year old PUREBLOOD is known to be PATIENT and RESERVED but also VIOLENT and TWO FACED. some might label them as THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE. fc: ryan goslingĀ
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blood drips onto the tile floors, definitively ruining the sterile environment. slab of meat is pressed against his eye ( medieval solution, but one that works... somewhat well ) and heās sitting slumped on the exam table. doesnāt really want to be there, but is either way. if only so that CERTAIN people in his life will stop pestering him about getting stitched up properly. so it is with some sense of defeat that he observes tessa crouch, icy eyes following her every movement.Ā āhow long until you can have me out of here?ā he asks, impatience made painstakingly clear in his voice. he does not want to be there. they both know it. but blood is pouring from a wound on his chest, and there is a nasty gash across his cheek. right now, he is more blood and dirt than he is man.
He keeps his face carefully neutral as the thoughts are racing in his head. Show no emotion, he tells himself. Not here. He shouldnāt be phased by the murders, shouldnāt be surprised. Maybe should have been able to do it himself. Heās heard the whispers. Coward, they call him. Weak. He has yet to prove himself, to kill for them, in order to show that he deserves his place. That he is more than just Rodolphusā little brother, the soft one, the talker. āNo, youāre quite right,ā his own tea and lemon tart remain untouched. āOnly I canāt help but be a little bitter -ā Two women pass by their table and he falls silent. It is risky, to speak of these things, here but still, theyāre only words, arenāt they? When the witches have moved out of earshot again, Rabastan continues, voice even lower than before. āWould it have been too much to ask for that Skeeter woman instead?ā
there are a lot of things that amycus endure SIMPLY because rodolphus lestrange is his best mate, his partner in crime, one of the few men that he almost trusts. but his insufferable wife and annoying little brother take the fucking cake. never has he met people which challenge his SELF CONTROL as much as they do. so he gives rabastan a sullen look, annoyance clear in a dull gaze. almost feels like heās babysitting. āyou want skeeter dead?ā he says, voice monotone, unemotional. seems more occupied with his biscuit than with the conversation at hand. ājust kill her yourself. about fucking time anyways.ā
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Ā Ā a visible pause is given from the man as he wipes down the top of one of the tables in the middle of the three broomsticks. shoulders tense with anger at the words that are spoken. it is clear that the lives that had just been taken mattered littleĀ to the man in front of himāif at all. biting down on his bottom lip, he tried to calm himself down as he spared a glance at the serpent in question. he knew that his place of employment was really the last placeĀ that he needed to lose his cool. knew that rosmerta wouldnāt appreciate sirius giving amycus a bloody noseĀ ( even if that was exactly what he deserved at that moment with how he talked ) . and YET, the idea seemed even more appealing as the next words fell off his lips. before he could even begin to control it, he spoke up,Ā ā yāknow what?Ā ā and before any sort of words could be offered in response to hisĀ āquestionā, a satisfying crackĀ could be heard through the bar as his hand is balled into a fist that makes contact with his smug face.Ā āĀ FUCK YOU.Ā āĀ
Ā Ā Ā he sees the punch coming, but doesnāt make any attempt to counter it. instead embracing the feeling of bones being crushed, something breaking, blood spilling. a harsh breath is taken, eyes close, face turn towards the ground. a hand covering his mouth, hiding a smile. blood is spat on the floor, before he looks up, a dark glimmer appearing in a steel gaze as their eyes meet.Ā āfuck me?ā he says, standing up. not quite as tall as sirius, but not too far off either.Ā āthe service here really is terrible, anyone ever tell you that?ā he adds, a hand covering his nose, assessing the damage. seemingly deciding that itās not too bad. heās had worse.Ā and it hardly matters that blood is pouring down his face, down his suit. so he doesnāt say anything else, as he RECIPROCATES. thinks itās only fair if they both spill a bit of blood. so his jaw clenches and cold eyes quickly assess the man. deciding where to hit, what pressure points to push. it takes only a few seconds before his fist collides with siriusās jaw, but he doesnāt put his whole weight into the blow.Ā Ā ādonāt worry, black. youāll still look pretty tomorrow.ā
" ----- couple reporters more or less. whatās the difference?ā he says, tossing the daily prophet to the side. doesnāt exactly take the publication SERIOUSLY, but reads it nonetheless. if only to see what nonsense is published that day -- see how deep their corruption runs. he finds it amusing. almost as amusing as its reporters being killed off like flies, but thatās a different story. which he SURPRISINGLY did not have any hand in. though he kinda wishes that he had, now that he can see the outcome. maybe next time a reporter puts their nose where it doesnāt belong, he can have some fun too. an embroidered silver spoon is stirred in his tea, and he takes a bite out of his scone, all the while ignoring the chatter of the three broomsticksā breakfast crowd. doesnāt bother him. neither does his table companion, so he doesnāt spare them a second look as he spreads more raspberry jam onto his bread. his voice remains cold, quiet, barely audible. ātoo insensitive? i can feel you staring, but we both know that iām right. reporters are like cockroaches. kill two, three new ones appear.ā
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rodolphus shifts the cards in his hands, pausing to take another puff before glancing up at his friends finding his offense somewhat funny. regardless of the way the two of them tended to act with one another amycus was his best mate, the will to murder each other at times just came along with the friendship. ā what kind of fun is it if i stay out of trouble entirely? ā he asks taking a moment before throwing his own card down. ā is it? i think you just love beinā bloody nosy. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā you couldnāt stay out of trouble if you so tried,Ā ā he replies and shoves another stack of galleons onto the middle of the table. something resembling a smile plays on his lips, and a finger taps against the table, rushing his mate. daring him to make his move, to get on with it already.Ā ā you stay out of my business, i stay out of yours. so really, whoās fault is that?Ā ā
@alectxs // flashback: summer after graduation circa 1972/1973
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā leaving HER hurts him more than anything else, worse than anything his family could have ever doneĀ --- a pain unlike any other. yet heās doing it again, and again, and again. ALWAYS leaving, always hurting, always regretting it as soon as itās done. so tonight, he doesnāt want to tell her. wants to remain where they are now, HAPPY --- together. the way it should always be, the pair of them practically attached at the hip. he tries to pretend like nothingās wrong ( as if he could ever HIDE from her, he knows that she can read him like an open book ), tries to act like the soft sound of waves hitting the shore can fill this silence, that he wonāt have to tell her eventually. so they sit like that for a while. perched on the pier in silence, their arms locked, the stars reflected in the waters below them. it takes him another couple of minutes before he can MAKE himself say the words.Ā āi got a job.ā head turns toward her, matching eyes locking with hers. she was the first person he wanted to tell. she always is.Ā āitās in bulgaria.ā a pause, a shivering breath, follows.Ā āit wonāt be like last time... iāll visit. more than you like --- we can still get that flat we always talked about, itāll ----Ā ā he trails off. heās usually not a man of many words, but he feels the need to explain himself. canāt believe heās doing this AGAIN, so soon after he left last time.
a lit cigarette sat between rodās teeth as the man shuffled through his cards, occasionally pausing to properly inhale the smoke. he had never been the most popular guy but it seemed that something about amycus stuck, leaving him with someone heād call a best friend despite the two driving one another insane most of the time.Ā
ā has anyone told you, that youāre fuckinā nosy? because you are. ā
" hey,Ā ā he says, attention focused on his own blood stained cards, little regards paid to rodolphus ( a man which he has RELUCTANTLY come to think of as his best mate, at least when he doesnāt want to fucking kill him ).Ā ā if you didnāt put your fucking nose where it didnāt belong, neither would i,Ā ā he mutters, his stance gruff as he throws a card on the table.Ā ā and itās my job to be fuckinā nosy.Ā ā or well, technically it isnāt. but torturing people for information is sort of... a side gig, so it should count.
DATE: August 8th, 1969 [ 4:06 PM, a white horned owl drops off an impersonal envelope at the Carrow manor, simply addressed to Alecto ]
To my sister,
Iāve broken my promise of how often I would write you this summer. For that, I am deeply regretful. Everything is back to normal here at the Hogās Head. Aberforthās does his best to keep me busy... Between that and my second job, I havenāt had the time to sit down and write you, like you deserve. Feels very empty to not have you here, though. Will you come visit me again soon? You know I always feel a bit more like myself when youāre around.Ā
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AMYCUS CARROW is A DEATH EATER in the war, even though HIS official job is as A CURSE BREAKER & HIT MANĀ the TWENTY SIX year old PUREBLOOD is known to be PATIENT and RESERVED but also VIOLENT and TWO FACED. some might label them as THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE. fc: ryan goslingĀ
ANTHEMS:
feel it still - portugal the man // devil like me - rainbow kitten surprise // dead manās arms - bishop briggs // fever pitch - rainbow kitten surprise // devil eyes - hippie sabotage // dark side - bishop briggs.
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BACKGROUND / FAMILY:
Amycus Abigor Carrow came crashing into the world screaming for his sister. Born the eldest to the Carrow dynasty, he was expected to eventually mount the role as the heir to the family legacy, but Amycus quickly proved himself to be Quite the Disappointment.Ā
As a young child, Amycus was soft spoken, easily intimidated and quiet ( main inspiration for baby Amycus: Radu from And I Darken tbhĀ ). Mostly clung to the familyās staff, always crying, always craving closeness. For a while, he was just as angelic as he looked.Ā
Never saw much of his parents while growing up. His father was a successful businessman who only had kids because he was supposed to ( to carry on the blood line ), and wanted nothing to do with him. Instead, Amycus was left in the care of his grandfather.
His grandfather was FUCKED. An absolutely terrible man. A Death Eater before his time. An actual demon. Canāt say enough bad things about him, ya feel.
Either way, his grandfather was absolutely disgusted by Amycus, who could never fit into the mold that had been created for him. Thought his grandson was a poor excuse for a Carrow and thought he could change that through pain and violence. So, lessons were drilled in using corporal punishment, and the emotional and physical abuse he suffered eventually turned him into something colder and darker. What had once been soft, turned harsh, rough around the edges. A shell of a boy was left behind, not a trace of that sweetness left behind once they were done with him ( but were they ever? ).
Amycus basically became filled with resentment against everyone in his family, with the exception of Alecto. She has always been there, from the day they were born. She was the one to dry his tears, the one to hold his hand, the one to tell him where to hide. The one constant, his safe haven. They come as a matching set, and Amycus would kill ( and definitively has, too lbr ) for her.
Gained a definite rebellious streak pretty early on, which only became more aggressive as he got older. Once he reached his teenage years, heād do ANYTHING and everything to fuck with his father & grandfather. Kinda stopped caring about the punishment, so used to pain that he stopped fearing it. Almost stopped feeling it.
Definitively grew up in his sisterās shadow, and was always the lesser Carrow.
When he turned fifteen, he moved out and never looked back. Decided to make his own future, and just never spoke to his family (Alecto is always the exception we all know this) again. Because fuck yāall, basically.
SO. His familyās plans had been for him to finish his education at Hogwarts, and then follow in his fatherās foot steps and take over the company and the family name. Amycus had different plans though, obviously.Ā
His family were... so angry with him. But they definitively pretend ( because canāt have Amycus ruining their good reputation, am I right ) that they were the ones to encourage Amycus to find his own path in life and become a curse breaker.
Though, Amycus was never denounced as a Carrow ( because they didnāt wanna air their dirty laundry to the world, ya know ). Most pureblood families have noticed though that Amycus isnāt exactly... close with his family. I mean, at pureblood parties, he literally pretends that he canāt see them.Ā
AESTHETIC / VIBES:
old gramophones, blood stained mirrors, broken glasses, bleeding fists, standing in silence for hours, chipped teeth, unwavering loyalty, unhealed scars, getting home at the crack of dawn, red wine, eyes too blue to be trusted, long showers, god complexes, the color of dusk, messy hair, blood soaked suits, always cheating death, a rebel just for kicks, dried crimson on dull blades, half smiles, just beating and beating until the world stops, no conscience, half empty wine bottles, impersonal offices, a face that doesnāt quite match his demeanor.
HOGWARTS YEARS:
Was a hat stall between Hufflepuff and Slytherin.Ā
patience/loyalty/dedication vs self preservation/resourcefulness/dedication mostly.
At Hogwarts, Amycus felt in power for the first time. Ended up becoming the aggressor, finding solace in pain and violence. Found that he was good at inflicting pain, and liked being good at SOMETHING. Had never really felt that before. :/
Eventually got a taste for blood, and started getting into fights with other students, each run in more violent than the next.
STILL, did not end up in detention, because for a while, the teachers couldnāt believe that someone like Amycus ( who was mostly known for being very quiet and looking sweet ) would hurt another student. It would take for him to eventually get caught in the act, until that perception shattered.
Was that kid who used bugs and insects to practice unforgivable curses on. Eventually progressed to torturing students as well.
Excelled in charms, and can do wonders with a wand when he puts his mind to it. Most other grades were pretty shit though.Ā
AFTER HOGWARTS:
Once he graduated from Hogwarts, he was meant to take his place in the Carrow dynasty ( grandfather somehow STILL believing that he would come to his senses ), but fuck that. So he basically left the country as fast as possible, and became a cursebreaker.
Which just made sense, because he has always been good at inflicting curses, and breaking them isnāt that different. He is very good at what he does.
First few years were spent working in ancient tombs abroad, mostly. That kind of work fit him really well, because he could wear whatever he wanted, didnāt have to talk to people too much, could do his own thing. Was also always someone around to beat up.
After a while, he started missing his sister, and returned home, where he found work at the ministry of magic. Today, he works for the removal of curses, jinxes and hexes office, which is a subdivision for the improper use of magic office.Ā
Really likes his job? BUT. Also has a #second job.
On the side, heās sort of a gun ( wand ) for hire, and will kill anyone who needs to be killed, for a price. Gives zero shit about the money though ( but the client needs to be rich, ya feel ).
Most of his clients are members of the sacred 28, who somehow always seem to want SOMEONE dead.
Honestly, I havenāt 100% figured out how he conducts this business because obviously he wants to remain anonymous. He probably has some sort of dramatic way of getting people to give him names that need to die idk. #to be determined
Joined the Death Eaters mostly because of his sister? But their agenda also really fits him, because violence? Bigotry? Death? Sign him tf up.
He isnāt the most invested in the whole pureblood supremacy thing ( but would he ever admit that? thatās a no ), but overall likes Voldemort and what he stands for.
Though heās also lowkey intimidated by / afraid of Voldemort and is quite pleased with the fact that he doesnāt have to report directly to him.
For the Death Eaters, Amycus mostly works as an information gatherer, which is basically just a euphemism for him being one of their main torturers, who will torture people until they tell him whatever it is the Death Eaters want to know. He usually works together with his sister and they are disturbingly good at what they do.
AS A PERSON:
Cares very little for most people and is so so so selfish.
Lacks most of the finesse of his sister, tbh.
100% neutral evil. Kind of has a moral compass, it just points in the wrong direction at all times? Mostly just does whatever is best for him and Alecto though, and has zero interest in any righteous bullshit.
Does he think that heās doing the right thing? Nope. Heās well aware that heās a wolf in sheepās clothing. A bad dude.Ā Does he care? Also no.
Might just be the most private person youāll ever meet? He seldom reveals anything about himself, and when he does, itās usually not true.
Will also lie about the dumbest and smallest of details.
SO self disciplined. Always in complete control, and itās very hard to get a genuine reaction / rise out of him. Also so so so patient, and is happy to wait for whatever his current end game is.
Drinks and smokes heavily, but doesnāt personally think that he has a problem.
Mostly just a dumb asshole.
SO COLD.
Thrives off violence and is a total brute tbh.
Never fucking does what anyone tells him to do.Ā
Someone: pls do this
Amycus: *does the exact opposite*
Bisexual !
Pretty good at hiding his death eater ties since heās⦠paranoid as FUCK. And also keeps to himself. Always wears a mask. But some people probably suspect⦠stuff anyways, if theyāve like. Spent longer than two hours with him. Listen if Amycus wasnāt such a fucking asshole he probably could get away with it (/scooby doo villain voice). But then again, others will probably think heās just cold af.
Looks a lot nicer than he is, which works to his advantage most of the time? Like he just looks like a nerdy, good dude. Is a total demon, but looks like an angel.Ā
STYLE / FASHION / APPEARANCE :
Wears glasses (x), but somehow manages to fucking break them ALL THE TIME. The only thing keeping them together is magic.
Wears mostly wizard suits for work ( bc he has to :/ ), but will wear those long black robes in his free time. Think a vampire cape, flying in the wind. Ultimate drama. He really is THAT guy.
Will also wear stupid wizard band t-shirts a lot when working.
Keeps his hair short.
Like 70% of his wealth is probably spent on buying new clothes, because he keeps fucking ruining them by getting blood on them? Or just having them ripped to shreds in a fight, that works too.
Looks like heās wearing the same exact shoes every day but actually has like... 200 different pairs. They all look the same.
Eyes appear either blue or grey, depending on the lighting.
Has some tattoos, and a half sleeve on his right arm, going from his shoulder to his elbow.
CHARACTER INFLUENCES :
caleb haas ( quantico )- the snark. the assholery. the background. the black sheep.
clay haas ( quantico ) - just the right amount of polished. the style. the general aesthetic. the hair.
angelus ( btvs ) - the disregard for human life. the darkness. the occasional brooding. the quips.Ā
holden ford ( mindhunter ) - the scheming. the hidden ambition. the slyness. the resolution.
lucifer morningstar ( lucifer ) - the smile, the general vibe, the quips, the mannerisms, the darkness.
eric northman ( southern vampire mysteries ) - the confidence. the general dumbness. the stubbornness.
demon dean winchester ( supernatural ) - the occasional charm. the being an actual demon-ness. the blood lust. the bad jokes. the weakness for a pretty face.
wolverine ( x men ) - the violence. the moodiness. the hatred. the occasional gruff demeanor.
takeshi kovac ( altered carbon ) - the violence. the fucked up moral compass. the buried anger. the instinct to fight.
elian ( to kill a kingdom ) - the rebel prince. the angry heir. the sarcasm. the dialogue.
radu ( and i darken ) - amycus as a child. the softness. the sweet face. the loyalty to his sister.
hannibal lecter ( silence of the lambs ) - the calm. the politeness. seems so civilized, so nice. isnāt though.
FAVORITE CHARACTER TROPES :
DISSONANT SERENITY - someone smiling gently in the middle of death and carnage, seeming almost enlightened as they slit throats left and right.
THE BERSERKER - throws himself into battle with such reckless abandon, that it seems like he wants to die. never, ever retreats.
FACE OF AN ANGEL, MIND OF A DEMON - looks nice, is a demon.
DEVIL IN PLAIN SIGHT - obviously up to no good, but few people seem to take notice.
EVEN EVIL HAS LOVED ONES - loves his sister.
BLACK SHEEP - the family screw up, someone who rejects their role in the family.
DARK AND TROUBLED PAST⢠- something terrible happened in the past. tragic backstory. yada yada.
EVEN EVIL HAS STANDARDS - or at least his own moral compass.
MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE - turns out evil has quite a lot of money and excellent fashion taste. most of the time.
PRAGMATIC VILLAINY - only does evil things when it serves him or his purposes tbh.
VIOLENCE IS THE ONLY OPTION - must fight.
OPPORTUNISTIC BASTARD - doesnāt really have a plan, totally winging it.