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full name: bartemius crouch jr

age: twenty-seven

gender and pronouns: male and he/him

blood status: pureblood

occupation: heir

affiliation: death eaters

i n t r o d u c t i o n »

Perhaps if your own father spent as much time with you as he does in his office, you wouldn’t be this way. You needed him in your youth when you needed guidance and love and your mother wasn’t enough. You were his child and yet you were hardly the most important to him. So you rebelled, got in with the wrong people and did things that were unspeakable. But as dark as they were, you were twisted yourself, happily taking the Dark Mark with pride. It’s a fun little game you play with your father; you wake up under his roof, use his money, his perks, and you side with the very people he wishes to defeat.

b i o g r a p h y »

Barty was born on a sunny day. His mother was exhausted but the first time she heard his cry, tears sprang to her eyes. His father was, from the very beginning, not present but his mother held him and vowed to protect him. For the little that it matters, she did try.

Barty was a bright eyed child. He was quick to laugh, eager to learn, easy to get along with. He wasn’t all that fussy and with his vibrant personality who could not fall for his charm. He was born in a Pureblood family but his parents were hardly traditional. They didn’t agree with most of the values that the Pureblood society held close and so, Barty never discriminated on that front. He grew up with his mother and the house elf Winky by his side and as much as he loved them as well, he also grew tired of them. It was only in the way little boys grew fed up of the constant buzzing around and his mother bent on keeping him in a bubble. He was much more interested in his elusive father who was hardly ever home, who hardly ever spared him a glance, who only talked about the Ministry. Never about him.

Barty was spoiled in a way, their family was wealthy and he had never lacked for anything, his mother fulfilled his every whim. If he acted out he was quickly placated by giving him whatever he desired. Even as a child whenever he threw a tantrum, his father would only sigh and leave the room. His father’s behaviour being so different from that of his mother and Winky was a thorn in his side from the very beginning.

Barty loved reading and he was quick to retain information, not only that but he was also very artisitic. He used to paint on his walls even as a child and his mother would be delighted. She would flick his wand, cleaning the mess up and he would start with a brand new canvas. His father never bothered to look at any of them but it was apparent that he was a gifted child. When it came to Hogwarts he was finally glad to have some breathing room from his mother and Winky. He happily skipped off to school. Upon being sorted in Ravenclaw he rejoiced at being around like minded people.

Barty genuinely enjoyed learning, he excelled at his subjects whether it was Potions, Charms or Transfiguration and got 12 O.W.L.s when the time for that came around. He had been hoping that at least that would have garnered some sort of reaction from his father but all he received was a half smile as he barely glanced at the piece of paper and a half smile before he returned to the proposal he was working on. It was at that moment that Barty realized his father was indifferent to him. It wasn’t that his father was disappointed on him, only that his father simply didn’t care.

It was perhaps then that the rage and anger that was bubbling inside reached its peak. The side of him that was charming and witty remained but it was corrupted by the way his twisted his words to being able to charm his way out of just about everything. He left behind his old friends and fell in with a new crowd, these people really did understand him. They shared the same hunger, the same ambition and he didn’t have to hold himself back anymore. Up till that point he had tried his entire life to make his father proud but with his new friends he was simply enough. He was going to be so much more than his father, he was going to make him rue the day he was born. He would care, perhaps not in the way Barty had initially wanted but he would no longer be able to so easily turn away from him.

Barty was able to get away with a lot of things at Hogwarts with that charming manner of his and the stellar grades. School wasn’t enough so he seeked out other ways. He taught himself all manner of things including the Unspeakable Curses and happily went out with his new friends on weekends to try these out. He experimented with Potions and Charms and finally with spells. Spell invention was extremely difficult but he kept at it and invented the Boiling Breath Curse, the Bone Grinding Curse and the Three Headed Curse. His efforts didn’t get unnoticed by the Dark Lord and he received the Dark Mark with pride as soon as he turned eighteen.

Now, Barty is heavily involved with the Death Eaters, the very people that his father wants to bring down. He takes pride in it. He knows that his father is not a good man - he only wants the glory of being the one who puts the stop to this terror but Barty is just as determined to bring him down. What right did that man have to give him his name if he was never going to be involved in his life? Barty only saw it as yet another sign of his father’s arrogance. His hatred for his father has clouded his judgement and his ability to see the people who do hold him dear such as his mother. He labelled her love as fussy, as embarrassing, only ever wanted something he didn’t have. As brutal as Barty can be he still feels entirely too much. He is passionate and reckless. He is angry and impulsive. He acts out and messes up on missions. He would kill his father in a heartbeat if given the chance but there is still that eleven year old boy in him who longs for a smile and a few words of encouragement. Sometimes he doesn’t know what to do with himself, it feels like his brilliance is the very thing that will turn against him and leave him insane but he keeps up the front. The bright eyed, charming heir who gets away with everything. The tragedy of it is that he could have been so much more, he could have been a blessing for the Wizarding World rather than the curse he taught himself to be.

c o n n e c t i o n s »

rabastan and rodolphus lestrange » They were the siblings you wished you had. Being an only child made it very lonely in your family manor, so you found others that could do with an extra mind in their ranks. They were sinister like you, twisted like you, and as daring as you. It was like you made a family you were proud to be a part of, and you knew that they thought the same of you.

sybill trelawney » While most seem to dismiss the so-called Seer, you think that their words may carry some weight. Who knows when a prophecy might be useful to you or the cause you serve. They’ve become your latest personal assignment, one in which you charm them to your side of the war the way you have done previously with so many.

fabian prewett » You couldn’t care less about which Prewett Twin is which — you just pick one and throw. It just so happens that the one you usually strike is them. What luck. You grin your sly grin and approach, like a snake toying with its prey before it strikes. You find it fun, but they probably don’t share that sentiment.

THE BASICS;

NAME: Jonathan Marko  AGE: Twenty-Four Years Old. MEMBERSHIP: Former Gravemaker President  FACECLAIM: Micheal Trevino  STATUS: Open

THE STORY;

You haven’t always had this dark, cloying thing in your chest. You were a nice boy, once upon a time. That’s what everybody always said. Jonathan is nice. Jonathan is dedicated. Jonathan is a good friend, a good student, a good person. You thought it was true, too. It wasn’t until you got older that you realised how easy it was to shift from good to morally grey. The thing was: you wanted things so badly sometimes that you just couldn’t help yourself, and you liked being in control too much once you got a taste of it. You were still nice, still fundamentally a good person, ninety-nine percent of the time. But you were manipulative, too. You made people need you, made yourself irreplaceable in their lives so that you could feel important. The fact of the matter is this: you helped hide Marcus Abernathy, because once you bury a body with someone, they can never get rid of you. Once you know what the darkest places of their minds look like, they have to accept your dark places too. 

Name: → Hayden “Hades” Masters Gender Identity →  Male; he/him/his/himself Age → 55 Job → CEO of Aristi Co. & Crimelord Power → Civilian FC → Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Personality;

       + Cunning, calculative, intelligent

       - Manipulative, reserved, cold

"I’m the fury in your head. I’m the ghost in the back of your head."

Content warning: drugs, death, domestic abuse, violence,

Backstory:

The streets of Bluebrook are riddled with many rumors about Hayden Masters, the one who has assumed ownership of them. They say he is a dishonest man, a criminal usurper who kills the ones that oppose him. They whisper that he was born and bred in a shroud of darkness, growing in the shadow of corruption and horror until he became a shadow himself.  Many say that he is a piece of hell confined within skin and bone, very fitting for the nickname given to him over the years -- Hades. After all, he does rule an Underworld of his own making, but his involvement in such matters is always regarded with tight-lipped secrecy. But due to the plethora of slander revolving about him, any truth about his person is almost completely unknown, making him a walking mystery swaddled in the growing essence of an enigma.

It is hard to understand exactly he rose to power. That is a story he has never shared with anyone, or those who may know must lack the tongue to speak the truth. He was born as Hayden Masters – the only relic that remained of his life before adoption. However, being born of the slob mother and the uncaring father who beat her to death before he turned two, he never knew nor cared about his exact origins. As far as he was concerned, his life began when he was given to a moderately wealthy family of business moguls, the Allister family. Due to them, he never found much opposition the ambition he fostered throughout his adolescent years. In fact, the members of his household encouraged it. Happily, he inherited the small successes of his adopted parents’ jewelry company and built a lasting empire of wealth. And from that point on, he was a frontrunner for Forbes, and Aristi, his jewelry company, was a brand name that paired effortlessly in material fame with the likes of Versace and Alexander McQueen.

But getting to that point wasn’t easy. Hayden had to find other ways to insure steady income for his company before reaching such material fame. From birth, he was touched with the essence of corruption, and to it he returned. First, he employed part time workers who fronted as jewelry salesmen, but carried around stashes of drugs to sell as well. Soon he dipped his influence in a series of other illegal activities, even including hired murder, so as to ensure the silence of those who dared to speak against him. He used the street name “Hades”, and he’s kept it, knowing that nothing is ever truly beneath him. If he were to know hell and fame, he’d at least be the king of both.

Now:

Though he’s now famed for his work as the CEO of Aristi, Hayden still keeps up with his Bluebrook origins and continues to be the center of most crime that occurs there. However, ever since the freak event that sparked this ‘magic’ craze in the town, he’s been ill at ease not knowing how to utilize it or gain the abilities that everyone else has. He fears that this might be the one thing which will bring him down, and he is determined not to let that ever come to play.

Connections:

Phoebe Creon → His right hand man -- or woman, in this case. She oversees many imperative aspects of Aristi, and can be as cold and calculated as he is. Phoebe is the one person that he can trust completely, but unfortunately she is often blamed for quite a few of the misfortunes that occur in his public and private affairs, even if she is not directly involved in them.

Violet Hollis → Hayden’s main supplier of illegal contraband. Violet has influence in the crime scene as well, but she was never as crafty as Hayden. On one occasion, he managed to clear her name of soliciting prostitution through her club, Body Language, and ever since then, she has been indebted to him. However, despite their opposing demeanors, the two of them have become friends -- but even calling it that would be pushing it.

Morgan Pooley & William Bates  → Ever since the mysterious murder of one of his main dealers -- Christopher something or other -- Hayden has had a small suspicion that someone has been out to get him. After all, he’s managed to build something of a reputation. He does not know that Morgan and William are the main source of opposition, but ever since he ordered for the loud-mouthed politician, Vernon Pooley, to be killed, the prospect of his daughter seeking revenge would come as no surprise to Hayden.

Every member from Hayden Masters to the lowliest pawn wears an inconspicuous skull shaped necklace. Most citizens don’t know about this unless they’ve been in direct contact with a member of the drug ring in a context that would require the necklace being shown.

T Y P H O N      ——      father of all monsters

FULL NAME Jefferson Rhodes Thane AGE 51 FACE CLAIM Manu Bennett OCCUPATION ATF Agent, Second in command to Anya Teras

the bastard king, a forgotten prince, a make-shift martyr created out of lust and childish desire. you grew up without your crown, seemingly protected by a bank account and your mother’s charming smile. there’s a birth right for you, one that’s full of liars and thieves -- one that’s currently being led by just the same. you ended up in this kingdom by pure luck, a careful manipulation and dedication to a cause you learned of years ago. they may call you a monster -- but soon, they will be chanting your name.

Cronus Thane and Vivienne Rhodes were two people that had absolutely no business ever crossing paths. Yet it seemed that fate had different much different plans when the young debutante’s car broke down along the outskirts of New Orleans, and a young Cronus Thane swept her off her feet and onto his motorcycle. Perhaps he was feeling rather chivalrous that day, or perhaps he was simply thinking about how he might get between the lovely little socialite’s legs. Whatever his original intentions, the evening ended with Vivienne giving in to the reckless desires she’d been having as of late. Married too young to Dawson Rhodes, a man she had little interest in— the young woman was all too eager for a taste of the wild side, and sleeping with Cronus Thane was more than just a taste. In addition, Cronus Thane apparently had not a single qualm when it came to sneaking around his wife. But her recklessness came with consequence as she a month or so later she found herself staring down at a positive pregnancy test. Vivienne Rhodes was her family’s golden girl, the talk of the New Orleans social scene, and the apple of the extremely wealthy and prolific Rhodes’ family eye. To have a child born an affair? Out of the question. Thankfully, her husband wasn’t particularly bright, and she managed to convince him that the child was his, keeping her secret and the identity of the newborn baby boy’s father to herself. Alas the damage was done, and Jefferson Rhodes Thane came into this world born a bastard. But to the outside world he was a child born of a beautiful union between two ridiculously well-off and respectable families. He was born golden, and would always strive to remain as such, though he gained his mother’s rather healthy manipulative streak…most likely magnified by his biological father’s traits as well.

 The traits served him well in life, letting him climb ladders with ease, networking as if he were born to do it, but also making sure he was always looking out for number one. A man that oozed charisma, and hid his plans behind his smiles made for a dangerous one. Originally he started off as a pre-law student with ambitions to one day become a senator, but Jefferson soon realized that the best way to get in with the government was to begin with it. Gears shifted, and Jefferson got his degrees in criminal justice and political science. Directly out of college, he applied for the ATF, and soon underwent all the training of a special agent. Here was another place that Jefferson flourished, quickly climbing through the ranks until he was an agent that had many busts and much respect to his name. However his shining image wasn’t the most accurate depiction of the man. Underneath his perfection lay selfish motives, and Jefferson wasn’t above taking the law and certain investigations into his own hands— spinning things for his own benefit, and making deals with many a criminal to serve his own needs.

But there was one person who managed to see below all this amiable grins, and well-meaning claps on the back. His wife confronted him one day with the evidence of his misdoings, and Jefferson spared her no pity. In a nasty smear case, his now former wife was made out as the fall girl, taking the blame and punishment for his crimes while Jefferson walked free. She would have rotted in jail had Jefferson not helped her escape the country to one without extradition, though his motives, as always, we selfish ones. If one day he might need to call upon her, he wouldn’t have to go through a prison to do so. So Jefferson carried on with his crooked ways, and went through case after case. The most recent file to slide across his desk bore the name of a town he knew well, if only because of the stories his mother had told of his biological father, and how the man had ruled over the motorcycle gang like a king and his subjects. Perhaps it was time he pay his little brothers and their gang a visit…

M A N I A —— the goddess of madness

FULL NAME Elias Hale  AGE 33 FACE CLAIM Ben Robson  AFFILIATION Primordial MC, Mechanic at Primordial Auto Shop

where do we begin with you? as everything goes right, you turn left with an unnerving bark of laughter. unpredictable is your middle name, a birth right, a badge you wear with honor. you don’t care if anyone sees it your way -- you’ll teach them that you’re a force to be reckoned with without hesitation. there’s a method to it all, though. you’ve never been one to act out for no reason, just from a different point of view. you’re a solider in this war, and you aren’t afraid to wear the bloodshed like a crown. 

his birthday being April Fools’, he laughs he was a joke his parents didn’t want — left at the steps of a church in South Michigan about three weeks after being born, Eli got his name at an orphanage the pastor passed him onto. Supposedly, infants are always a most wanted, but nobody got interested in him due to his devilish nature that made him scream his head off every single night. The older he got, the less chance for adoption there was so he was stuck in group homes all his childhood and teen years. He traded a group home for juvie at sixteen and by the time he was free again, he was almost eighteen and ready to be on his own. He left Michigan and headed south, making Texas his new soon-to-be-home. He settled in San Antonio, because his “friends” in juvie had other friends there, older friends, who needed some fresh blood to do their work. Eli found his specialty there and was soon stealing cars for a living. Once he bulked up, he was supervising drug deals, throwing fists if anything went wrong. All that landed him in jail twice, once for auto theft, second time for assault.

Eli was getting bored, though. Staying in the same place didn’t work for him in the long run. Texas no longer excited him and he had to go cause trouble elsewhere. That’s when the itch to find his birth parents kicked in — he went back to Michigan, he was 24 then, asked around, paid or beat up someone when he had to, and then ended up with a name and an address. Next stop — Nashville, where, apparently, his birth mother ended up. It didn’t hit her that she was talking to her own child, nor Eli wanted to tell her straight off the bat. She was nice, let him in and gave him tea after he told her that his bike broke down just down the street. She showed him family pictures (one child, a lawyer in Europe), talked about her family in Louisiana and her dead husband. Were she the birth father, Eli probably would’ve let his fists do the talking, but it was the mother and he still had some sort of a moral code going for that. He left her house without telling her who he was. He wasn’t ready for a confrontation. His first and only night in Nashville ended up with doing coke with strangers at some dirty bar.

he had contacts all over the South so for the next year he moved around a lot, doing whatever brought the most cash. That itch from before came back, because he still had a name for the birth mother’s family in Louisiana. That’s the state he still haven’t hit so off he went. He found the mother’s sister, he even met his own cousins, but he still didn’t feel like letting the truth out. It gave him some sort of upper-hand, knowing something that others didn’t know. He stuck around Olympus, a week turned into two and then into a month and then he started hanging around the MC (which one of his cousins introduced him to) and talking to the people at the auto shop. He settled in, he got patched in at 29, having worked at the shop for the past three years (stealing cars and taking them apart really comes in handy, huh). While he hasn’t been a member for a long time, he’s made the town and Primordial his home — first one in his life.

K R A T O S      ——      the god of strength and power

FULL NAME Wyatt Nadir AGE 35 FACE CLAIM Rami Malek AFFILIATION Newly patched in member of Primordial MC, Mechanic at Primordial Auto Shop

a king found you in the boxing ring, when the bets were high that you could take out a prince -- and you did, with a smile on your face. what you didn’t account for was being pulled into a new narrative, into a story that was unfolding two towns over, in the place commonly dubbed ‘hell on earth’. the king may be dead, you still joined his army, putting yourself on the front lines of a war created at his hands. you fight regardless of personal opinion -- after all, they welcomed you into the family when you had nowhere left to run.

Wyatt never knew his mother and his father never talked about her. But there were dusty pictures of her all over their run-down two bedroom in New Orleans. She smiled at him from the frames that hung in the hallway, faded wallpaper peeling around the edges. Her eyes were bright with love and optimism. In every photo, there was a stranger next to her. A man with life behind his eyes and a clean shaven face that Wyatt barely recognize. The light had gone out of his father’s eyes since those photos were taken. Replaced by pain and rage that could only be taken out in the boxing ring. Wyatt spent more time at the gym than he did at his own home. Spent more time in the ring, taking full force punches from his old man, than he did around the dinner table. The elder Nadir had been a Pro-Am champion. A famous name that had once opened doors for him. But the grief and the concussions had warped his brain until all he was capable of doing was drinking himself into a stupor and taking it out on his son all in the name of training the next great family champion.

To his credit, Wyatt supposes, his dad’s methods worked. Wyatt was a ruthless fighter in the ring, pushed on by a fear of failure and a white hot hatred that powered him. He stopped going to school and his dad burned the truancy letters. Math would never make the family rich. But violence sure could. He never let it show but there was always that resentment bubbling under the surface. He obeyed, he fought, he took his beatings with his head held high. But under it all, Wyatt hated his father. Wyatt wanted him dead. And that gift came in the form of Cronus Thane. Wyatt never learned the specifics. Someone owed someone who owed the Primordials money, as best as he could figure out. It didn’t matter to Wyatt when he walked into the boxing gym that evening and found his father dead and Thane all but holding the smoking gun. Turns out, the quickest way to win Wyatt’s loyalty had been to give him the one thing he’d always wanted.

Cronus’s death just a year later didn’t stop Wyatt from wanting to patch. His loyalty was still unfaltering and fell to the next in line. Whoever led the Primordials, whoever had been in Cronus’s favor would inherit Wyatt’s unshaking loyalty as though it were written into the leader’s will. And with a fresh patch on his back, there’s nothing Wyatt won’t do for the club.

N Y X       ——      the goddess of the night

FULL NAME UP TO PLAYER AGE 30+ FACE CLAIM UP TO PLAYER AFFILIATION Trojan MC, Bartender/Waitress at the Dive

you and your bloodline are no sun and moon, but somewhere closer -- like a shadow and darkness, hand in hand yet living on opposite ends. you’ve always shared the same burning desire as your siblings, but yours came in a less a chaotic way. you’re calculated, cunning. you use the shadows you cast your advantage, giving your enemies a red herring. your eyes have adjusted to the night sky, the moon serving as your guide. you follow where it leads, but we all know what they say about souls ruled by the moon -- they’re every changing, they cannot be trusted. 

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NYX is the foster sister of EREBUS.

C A E R U S —— the god of opportunity. 

FULL NAME UP TO PLAYER  AGE 25-37 FACE CLAIM UP TO PLAYER OCCUPATION Waiter at the Diner, Primordial Siren

you know exactly what you’re doing. you’ve wedged yourself comfortably into this life, this world. it may not be the kind of life you pictured for yourself as a wide-eyed child, but it’s come together exactly how you planned. you’re a rabbit’s foot in some ways, nodding your head each time something new finds you; this time, it’s a small town and a brewing war. time and place were never wrong as far as you’re concerned, knowing exactly when an open door is waiting for you — happy to break a window to get in, if needs be. 

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