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Carter Whitestone

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<p>The middle-aged senior auror shuffled his way into the department of magical law enforcement. The man barely acknowledged any of the greetings thrown his way, not even a brisk hello. Nothing. Just keeping to himself and making his way towards his desk. The business of the department seems to be ramped up today, people rushing around and loud voices echoing off to one another. Perfect, just what he wanted today. Loud noise and possibly a new assignment, ready to send him off somewhere to apprehend a dark wizard or witch, or some other such situation. Which is fine by him, it’s why he does what he does.
<br>It’s the paperwork and the imminent reprimand that follows that he doesn’t look forward to. In the past eleven years, Carter has been reprimanded for his constant rough handling of convicts and prisoners. Using far greater force than would be needed. But the Scottish man felt he needed to, to prevent further suffering… and to possibly release some of the built up rage he has within him. As he approached his desk, he pulled out his chair and took his seat, looking at the growing stack of paper before him. Shit. He didn’t remember having this much left to do when he left here last night.
<br>Might as well get to it though, picking up a fountain pen and opening up the first folder before him. But just before the pen could touch the paper, his eyes fell onto the words before him. It seemed to be a report detailing someone he had sent to Azkaban. Though he didn’t read the full report, Carter closed it and placed his pen back onto his desk. Pushing the folder away, he turned slightly and opened the top drawer of his desk, pulling out a small metallic flask with a crow engraved onto it. Leaning back in his chair, he twisted the cap and took a swig of the strong burning alcohol that swished inside the container.
<br>Swallowing the contents, he placed the cap back on and tossed his flask onto the desk. Closing his eyes, he tried to ignore the pain that seemed to be surfacing. He’d rather not deal with it at the moment, wanting to not remember. The alcohol helped suppress the thoughts, numb the pain, and help him momentarily forget. So much has happened in his life that it seems that he’d rather forget so much. But he also worries about the day where he forgets it all, forgets her face and name.
<br>Carter’s eyelids flickered, the light swinging overhead made it hard to drift away. Maybe he should just head on out, find a quiet bar and just drink away the night. If only, right? As he grew comfortable in his seat, the bustling around him seemed to die off. The voices fading out. Letting out a heavy sigh, he felt content. The memories aren’t coming, things are becoming quiet. At least, until a loud voice broke through the deafening. “WHITESTONE, GET IN HERE!”
<br>His eyes shot open, and he slowly took to his feet. Sighing heavily once more, he walked into the office of his superior. His hands placed within his pockets. He looked about, seeing another young man standing in the room as well. Ignoring that however, he turned and faced his superior. “...Yes?” he spoke gruffly, not saying more and keeping a stone faced expression across his face. He isn’t about to show that he’s quite pissed to being called out like this. “Listen, Whitestone, I know you prefer working alone. But you’ll be working with this kid for a bit, so I don’t expect any god damn grumbling and I expect you to agree.”
<br>Gritting his teeth, Carter wasn’t exactly happy about this situation. Turning his head to look at the young man also in the room, he exhaled sharply through his nose. “Very well… sir.” he said, a bit too much bitterness in his voice. “I guess you already got the assignment kid, let’s go.” Carter said, not wasting a minute and exiting the office of his boss. Walking across the room, he moved his way towards the lobby of the department. Not even checking to see if the kid in fact is following him. Why did he get stuck in this sort of situation? The higher ups know that Carter isn’t exactly the best person to work with. What’s their end game here?
<br>Once he got into the lobby, Carter stopped and reached into his inner coat pocket. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one of the cigarettes, he placed it between his lips, placing the pack back into his pocket and pulling out a lighter. Producing the flame, he lit the tip of his cigarette, the smoke trailing upwards. Inhaling the cigarette smoke, he felt calmer compared to moments ago. Putting the lighter away, a voice called out after him. “Hey, this is a no smoking area.” to which Carter raised a hand and clenched his fist, followed by extending a single finger. His middle one. Moving that hand hand, he grabbed the cigarette from between his lips and exhaled the smoke. Ahh, felt nice.

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<p>Favorites Quizlet!
<br>1. What is your favorite color? "Auburn."
<br>2. What is your favorite possession? "My snow owl..."
<br>3. What is your favorite hobby? "Playing guitar."
<br>4. What is your favorite book? "The Dresden Files."
<br>5. What is your favorite food? "Honey Roasted Ham."
<br>6. What is your favorite drink? "Whiskey."
<br>7. What is your favorite smell? "Whiskey."
<br>8. What is your favorite type of weather? "Rain."
<br>9. What is your favorite game (board, video, sport, etc.)? "Quidditch."
<br>10 What is/was your favorite subject in school? "Defense Against The Dark Arts"

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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.

Rayner Belmont is apart of the Undead Crew biker gang and operating out of Oxford, England. He sells drugs, and has been since his fourth year back at school, which resulted in his expulsion in sixth grade. After a few years, he took control of the gang and ruled it with an iron fist. At least until he wound up in prison for a year and got ousted. Now out, he's hoping to reclaim is rightful spot, but not just stopping there - he aims to take over all of the underworld of the UK, perhaps even beyond.
People who'll aid him, join up in his cause (be it for the money he promises, or for the drugs, or maybe even some form of deal, hit me up fam and lets deal with it). Maybe some friends back in the day, or even lovers he's had.

Malakai Wolfe is an almost 400 year old Vampire, a man who detests the past and doesn't particularly care to be reminded of it. Back in the day, he was a pirate - sailing the Pacific seas during the Golden Age of piracy, stealing whatever he wished. After he quit being a pirate, his thieving ways didn't end there. He would spend the rest of his existence stealing all around the world. Now he operates out of a garage just on the outskirts of London... waiting to do some heists.
Some clients who wish for him to "acquire" some items for them. One night stands galore. Or even people who just want to have their cars worked on at his garage.

Celeste Royer is CEO of Royer Enterprises, a mega corp located in France. She's the youngest CEO in its history, and has extended the reach of the company into many different markets. You name it, they most likely have a stake in it somewhere. She's about order and tries her best to contain any chaos that might erupt within the company itself - or in her homelife thanks to her baby brother Joel Royer.
Friends from school, those she made outside, lovers and ex lovers, business competition - or even people she's brought under the umbrella of her company. Nothing too specific at the moment.
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.

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