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Carter Whitestone

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Dec 31 2017, 05:34 AM
Carter Whitestone lost his family due to his work. His daughter was killed because wizards and witches he arrested were released. He would fall into a drunken spiral and go out of control. His wife would file for divorce and he would be on his own. But he wouldn't let his emotions show, he would bottle it all up. He would just drink at the White Wyvern Pub when he isn't hunting down dark witches and wizards. And when he caught them? Well, they wouldn't arrive at the ministry all in one piece.
LOOKING FOR!!
Carter needs a drinking buddy, somebody he can share a drink with. Possibly someone who looks out for him as well, seeing as (in his eyes) nobody else does.

Xander Strange after graduating from Hogwarts he traveled across Europe. He would join up with a group of dark wizards because he felt lost and misguided. But after awhile he started to think regret what he has been doing and wanted out. But the gang he was with didn't take that kindly, so they attempted to kill him. They would chase Xander across Europe and corner him on a port in France. The gang would cast the cruciatus curse on him, and he would plummet into the cold January harbour. He would awaken, recover and start teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. But that wouldn't be enough for Xander, even with his PTSD he joined up with the Order of the Phoenix to fight a threat that would hurt many people.
LOOKING FOR!!
That gang he ran with back in the day. He still needs to confront them and finish what they started. Friends, to help him cope.

Jimi Hargrave is searching for a werewolf cure due to his own failings as a brother. When he was a child, he and his brother were attacked by a Rougarou, resulting in his brother getting infected. The brotherly relationship would turn sour and strained. Even though his brother ran away, he still wishes to help him. So Jimi, in his part time, is researching for a cure to lycanthrope.
LOOKING FOR!!
Research partners. Jimi needs somebody to help him research and work through the theories and such.

Blythe Arden hopes to one day become Minister of Magic. Even though he is married and currently having an affair, he has ambitions to basically run the English (as in England) wizarding community.
LOOKING FOR!!
Supporters. Blythe feels like he'll need a few loyal supporters to help him achieve his dream. He has a long way to climb the ladder, but he feels like he can do it with the proper support. A rival as well, to make it interesting.

Jean Duval worked as an obliviator before becoming charms professor at Beauxbatons, and he found he was quite well at the job. He still keeps in contact with some of his old coworkers. Regarding his previous students, he keeps in touch with those who loved charms and fully supports whatever career path they have chosen. If those former pupils however, wish to enter a more... physical relationship, he won't say no. But he will not enter a physical relationship with a current student, for that would be inappropriate as a teacher.
LOOKING FOR!!
Former students, any and all are welcome. Those who wish to enter a relationship even more so. ALSO: former coworkers at the Ministry of Magic in France.

Aurelien Roux is a business man with a long and extensive career in journalism. During his youth he published many articles with pro-purist leanings. Basically he did propaganda for his ideology. Aurelien now spends his time as a Death Eater, more specifically second in command. With a powerful position within a secret organization, he finds it compliments his powerful position as editor-in-chief at the Daily Prophet. Aurelien has a sordid past but keeps it close to his chest. He values information, so he would probably have people gathering it for him, for the more... underworld leading info.
LOOKING FOR!!
People who work underground, but are willing to give up information to Aurelien.

Jaxton Graves is a pro-quodpot player who loves sports, comedy and music. Professionally he plays for the Brooklyn Bayers, but in his past time he plays in a comedy band -insert name here-. He does the vocals while his bandmate plays the keyboard. He hopes his band becomes popular, and doesn't mind if he sometimes has to put his sport career on the back burner when he performs.
LOOKING FOR!!
A bandmate. Preferably a male (because Ninja Sex Party is two guys)

Osgar has many bloodlines still going today. He has a bloodline in America, two in England, one in France and one in Russia. He watches over them as best he can, and searches for artifacts that can give him the ability to watch out for them. But when he physically cannot, he has people there who can help his family with whatever trouble. Osgar also aims to constantly update his medical library and knowledge of potions, anything to help heal.
LOOKING FOR!!
An artifact dealer, somebody to help with looking after his bloodlines. Someone to help with expanding his medical knowledge, both with muggle and magical knowledge. He cannot do magic, but potions fall under that category.

Lim Wei Man fled China when his mother started to fall ill. But back home he had run in with trouble with a gang that he used to run with. His father was falsely imprisoned by the Chinese government and Lim Wei figured if he acquired enough money, he could buy his father's freedom. So he places bets on his team (be it to win or lose) and on himself when he fights illegally underground. He would take that money and gamble it as well by playing dominoes in Chinatown. He has incurred a sizable debt with his gambling.
LOOKING FOR!!
People he owes money to, people who owe him money, somebody who is willing to try and stop his gambling. A former compatriot of the gang from his youth.

Radomir Dracovic hates clubs, ones time should be dedicated entirely to studies. He feels like the children of now do not do enough, and should be punished (be it physically or mentally) into doing their work. He gives out detention to the slightest infraction and is hard on the students. But when his children are involved, he softens and isn't hard on anyone within the vicinity. Except boys when they are near his daughter, then he is doubly hard on them. He previously worked in the Ministry and had a few friends from school that he stayed with during the divorce.
LOOKING FOR!!
Friends he would've had to stay with when he went through his divorce. Former work colleagues. Students with grudges against him.

Casey O'doyle is a party animal, and will do anything for a quick fix. He holds no standards on who he sleeps with, be it a muggle, pureblood, a giant, anything really. Long as he has fun. (Needs more work)
LOOKING FOR!!
Dealers and people he can have fun with.

Patrick Macbride is a leprechaun that causes mischief, not with his actions but with his words. He knows how to read people and convince them to do what he wants. He drinks and knows things after all. He enjoys mind games and he hopes to one day worm his way into the school and perform a coup, becoming headmaster.
LOOKING FOR!!
Students he can trick into becoming his pawns in his game of chess. Adult women he can flirt with. People who bring him booze.

Stanimir Kovlov is a freelance cursebreaker who moonlights as a bounty hunter. He has caught many criminals that were on the run. Though during one of his hunts he was caught off-guard and was badly injured. It could be fixed, but he chooses not to because its a constant reminder of his failure. He has a son who doesn't know he exists, so he keeps quiet and watches over him.
LOOKING FOR!!
The criminal who caught him offguard and severely injured him. People who need other people found.

Giles Bannister works at St Mungo's as a healer in the Creature Induced Injuries department. He cares for his patients and friends. When he isn't working at the hospital, he is at the bar mingling with pretty blonde women. But when he isn't doing that? Well, he is at some undisclosed location participating in underground duels. Just for the fun of it.
LOOKING FOR!!!
Blonde women for him to be thrown at. Well any type really, he just has a thing for blondes. Also needed are people he could go up against in the underground scene. Gotta fight it out yo.

Quincy Winterbottom is a father to a muggleborn. So he is learning all about the magical world through his child, and has literally no idea what they are saying. He finds it all very confusing and a culture shock. And he says the wrong thing quite often.
LOOKING FOR!!
Friends for his children so he can be a strange parent and embarrass the shit out of his children.

Nazaire Cote is the friendly happy-go-lucky Arts & Literature professor of Beauxbatons. He loves art and is always willing to give a helping hand to the students. Only a slight problem with that... he is dead. Naz is a non-corporeal being you see. Also known as a ghost. But does that make a difference to the House Ghost of Mélancolique? Not at all. He'll take his life experiences (and after life experiences) and impart them to the students!
LOOKING FOR!!!
People who know his art work, or somebody who has seen them. Anything to give Naz some hope that his art actually made a difference, even in death.

Kaydence Gilliam is part of the coolest band, like ever. Dementor's Happiness Below. She is the lead guitarist and back-up vocalist for the band, and love every minute of performing with them. But she, just like her band mates, loves to party. Always down for a good time, Kay spends her time when she isn't practicing or performing at the club or wherever a party is going on. Drinking, wanton sex, drugs. The whole rock 'n' roll scene is her life. Also the girls.
LOOKING FOR!!!
1) A best friend! Someone who she went to school with and bonded with. Preferably female, but could be male. Kay wasn't sexually attracted to her best friend in school, but that could change depending on whomever wants to be the bestie. She also stayed at her best friend's house during the summer between her sixth and seventh year, mostly because she ran away from home.
2) Girls that Kay has either slept with or is gonna. Because lets face it, she has embraced the rockstar lifestyle.

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Nov 11 2017, 02:54 PM
Carter had never been far outside of the United Kingdom before. But these past four months he had to. The last man remaining fled here after what happened that fateful night. The night Carter’s world turned to ash. The night was cold, and the rain hard.

The pitter patter of raindrops down onto the windshield of the parked car was the only noise that could be heard within. Carter hadn’t driven a car since he was but a boy. It was a skill his mother had made him acquire, something from the muggle world she valued.

It was a valuable skill to have these past few months, it gave him a place to sleep and the ability to move around undetected. No magic needed, no alarms to be tripped. Sometimes those muggles did alright. But there was Carter sitting in the front seat with a bottle of whisky in his hand. It was half-full, and he would take swigs straight from the bottle.

Wasn’t like he had a glass sitting around, so he would press the mouth of the bottle between his lips and tip it back, letting the burning liquid flow through and down into his stomach. He had been sitting in the parking lot of a liquor store for a few hours in this back water town, waiting.

Mickey MacKay was the man he was here for. The Irish prick. Carter had arrested him back in early 2000 for performing curses on muggles and muggleborns. Carter half expected him to be locked away for life, but he was released after a few years in Azkaban. He never did look into why the man was released, or a few other people he had arrested.

Taking a big swig this time, it emptied the bottle into his stomach. Peering down at the now empty bottle, he snarled at it and threw it into the back. Clattering from other empty glass bottles and empty cans could be heard when their newest addition was added. To say Carter was drunk would be an understatement.

Opening the car door, he stepped out and started to walk towards the front door of the liquor store. He attempted to open the door, but it was locked. Looking inside he noticed the dim lights and the lack of people. Great, it was closed. But that wasn’t going to stop Carter from getting his drink. He needed to build up the guts for what he was about to do.

He took out his wand and walked away from the glass doors. Turning to face the building, he pointed his wand at the door. “Bombarda.” He said, producing a bolt of red that went to the door, and upon impact exploded and shattered the glass. Alarms started to blare, and Carter quickly went into the building. Grabbing a few bottles (seven), he quickly ran out of the store and got into the car.

Placing the bottles in the passenger seat, he sped off down the street away from the scene. He just did something that could potentially ruin his career as an auror. Probably spend a few days in the Ministry jail. But what he had planned for MacKay? That would be a one-way trip to Azkaban.

Pulling into a drive way when he saw police driving in his direction, he made it appear like he just got home. Really when the police were far off into the distance, he got back into the car and drove. He was drunk, but not enough to impair his ability to drive a damn muggle car. It was fair easier to drive a car drunk then it was a broom.

Pulling into a parking lot near a mom & pop shop, Carter opened up a bottle of scotch and took a swig from it. Rubbing his forehead with his free hand, Carter sighed. It had been a long few months, and he’s so close to finishing. So close to returning home and giving Rose the news…

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out his cigarette packet and opened it. Only three left, damn. He should’ve grabbed some earlier. Taking one out, along with the lighter, he placed the cigarette in his mouth and flicked the light. Producing the flame, he brought it to the tip of the cigarette, holding it there for a few seconds.

Releasing the lighter, he placed it upon the dashboard along with the cigarette pack and just sat there, exhaling the smoke as he thought about all the time that was taken from him. And how he’s going to take it in turn. Oh Mickey MacKay is gonna wish he killed Carter instead. But now it’s too late. For both of them.
Nov 9 2017, 04:39 AM
Another day, another dime. Carter walked out of the ministry put his hands into his jacket pockets. It felt nice compared to the heat beating down on him. Some would call him crazy, dressed up in all black and wearing a leather jacket in the summer. But he always wore black, and always will. It was for those lost, young and old. Taken violently, and quietly. But more importantly, he wears it for one person.

His Rose. He’ll always remember his Rose, and will always mourn her passing. But just because he is mourning her, doesn’t mean he wants to remember that night. Like every night when he clocks out, he heads down to the local watering hole, the Leaky Cauldron. Carter needed a drink, and draining his flask throughout the day at work tends to leave him parched. Making him want another.

He became known among the regulars of the tavern. Yet he kept to himself, except periodically talking with the bartender. Though that was more out of a necessity then anything else really. He went up to the bar and ordered some fire whiskey. When the exchange was complete, he took his drink and went off to a corner and sat down.

Taking a ship of his drink, Carter removed his leather jacket, letting it fall around the chair he sat in and started to periodically sip his drink. The warm taste flowing through his body felt good. The burn, strong and hot, made him feel alive. But it also numbed, a feeling he started to love a year after the incident. The incident which robbed him of what mattered most, of what he wanted not to happen happened.

The day his world fell apart. There were days Carter struggled with it, days where alcohol or all the violence against criminals This was becoming one of those days. Days where he wanted nothing more then to just end it all and become a ghost. Maybe, just maybe, he’d meet his daughter once again. But he knew, with all the blood on his name and soul, that he’d never get there.

That he’d be pulled south, to the far south of where he knew his daughter was. But right now, he had a drink to finish. And maybe a few more to go after that. Which is what he did, finishing his drink after letting it sit for a few minutes. He felt comfortably numb now, but he wanted another drink before he really decided anything. Getting up from his table he walked over to the bar and ordered another fire whiskey.

Once he acquired this one, he wondered back to his seat and started to drink this as well. Which would go on for about a half hour, and the glasses would be pilling up on his small round table. Five now, all empty. Carter was on his way to being drunk, but not there just yet. He could still think. He could still feel.

Standing up again, he wondered over to the bar and ordered a drink, but turning his down towards the door when he heard it open, there was a new face that popped in. One that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Part of Carter wondered if he was hallucinating it, but that never happened to him before. So, he doubted it. He half-waved to the young man who entered and pointed to his glass filled table.

Walking back to his table he sat down and started to nurse his drink. He waited for the young man to get his own drink and ginned slightly as he approached. “Mr. Bennette, been a long time.” He said, raising to his feet for a handshake. “How is life treating you?” he said, sitting back down in his seat and taking a sip of his fire whiskey. It had been awhile since he had seen Cole Alexander Bennett , and he wondered how the old rookie was doing. He hoped marriage didn’t make him soft.

Cole Bennett
Nov 6 2017, 09:02 PM
There was always one thing, at the end of a long day, that Carter could rely on. No person or animal, nothing living. The one thing, in this cold, hard world that he could turn to with nothing left. Is a cold glass of alcohol. Be it beer, whiskey, rum, bourbon, vodka, tequila, etc. It didn’t matter. And going to one of his old haunts was just the trick for a day like this. Murky, and desolate. The weather was dull and bleak. Some might even say it is foreboding.

But to Carter, it was just another day. Another day without his baby girl there. He always surprised himself that he woke up the next day, still alive. A part of him always believed that the night he drifts off to sleep would be his last. Or whatever dark wizard or witch would be his last. Just any moment could be snatched away, just like her. But the one thing he could rely on, despite his oh so charming demeanor, was alcohol. The one thing that could block out whatever thoughts he was having, and helping him get a good night’s sleep.

Walking into the White Wyvern Pub, the first thing Carter did was approach the bar and purchase a fifteen year old bottle of rum. Just paid for the whole bottle. And acquired a glass of course. It was a rough day at work, his thoughts were drifting to the past far too much this day, so he was here for his usual medicine. Walking towards the back of the pub, he slipped into the chair and placed the glass upon the table in front of him.

Twisting the cap off the bottle, he started to pour it into the glass, filling it about halfway before he placed the bottle onto the table. Grabbing the glass, he raised it ever so slightly, “To you, Rose.” he muttered before taking a sip of the auburn liquid within the glass. Placing the glass back onto the table, he held onto it and just stared off into the distance. Mindlessly he started to draw circles with his thumb against the glass. And his eyes peered at the door, watching everyone who came in but not.

Carter was recognizing that people were entering, but he wasn’t profiling them like he usually did. Today he just felt off, and his mind often drifted away to happier times. The dim lights within the pub didn’t help either, setting a somber tone to an otherwise crappy day. Every once in awhile, he would take a sip from his glass and swallow the burning liquid. The burning sensation, followed by the numbing, was the thing that Carter was always after.

It wasn’t that he hated life, he just preferred not to feel anything. He’d rather his feelings die off, so he wouldn’t have to deal with the constant pain and anger he feels everyday. But everyday, he always gets those emotions and he is reminded that he is indeed, a human being. Taking another sip of his alcohol, his somber and decrepit atmosphere was disturbed by an intruder. Turning his eyes to focus at the person who sat across from him, he slowly placed the glass back onto the table and stared at the man sitting across from him.

“Can I help you?” he asked gruffly, he clearly didn’t wish to be disturbed. But the more he looked at this man, the more he seemed familiar. Did he see him before? Around the department? Oh, was this one of the disciplinary members who has come to once again give him hassle? That would just be the cherry on top of this already wonderful cake that is today.
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