~*The Fury and the Nocturne*~ Hogwarts after OotP... Commence!
The Fury and the Nocturne
Starting time, yay. First, a brief overview of the so called plot…
This is a Hogwarts RPG. It will take place prominently at the school, and will be during the year after the Order of the Phoenix--Harry’s sixth year, if you will. So yes, there will be spoilers if you've yet to read the book. This is sort of a sequel to Aegri Somnia, though you certainly need not have been in that RPG to be in this one. In fact, this fact will mainly concern some of the adults of the RPG, and a few family lines.
The world is in terrible danger, it seems. Voldemort has begun his rise to power. Azkaban has become useless, since the dementors have recently left their posts. Trust is becoming very difficult to find and to get. Attacks have been made on various groups and individuals, some of these producing fatalities.
However, there is hope for the Muggles and those who are Muggle-born. The Order of the Phoenix, now in alliance with the greater part of the Ministry of Magic, has been repressing the Death Eaters. Their efforts have led to victories for their side, though it seems that the conflict is nowhere near an end.
At Hogwarts, life is to go on as always. The students have received their letters, and most are going to return to the school. The parents, for their part, seem to understand that the school is the safest place for these children. Here they will continue their education and will be kept away from the looming danger.
If you’d like to sign up or to add another character, the forms and guidelines are in the sign-up topic. Late sign ups are very greatly appreciated and welcomed. The current cast in play…
STUDENTS-
Gryffindor:
~Ken Johnson - 4th Year - Male
~Ginny Weasley - 5th year - Female - Prefect
~Harry Potter - 6th Year - Male
~Reginald Jensen - 1st Year - Male
Slytherin:
~Rvevian Marson - 6th Year - Female
~Jaiden Moore - 6th Year - Female
~Cayria Tseugga - 7th Year - Female
~Morbrid Chaos - 6th Year - Male
~Ami Zypher - 6th Year - Female
~Chauvelin Armande - 7th Year - Male
~Draconius "Draco" Malfoy - 6th Year - Male - Prefect
Ravenclaw:
~Clair Stone - 4th Year - Female
~Hiro White - 4th Year - Keeper
~Madison Alexander - 6th Year - Female
~Zane Keskagi - 5th Year - Male
~Luna Keskagi - 3rd Year - Female
~Rywen Yiaro - 6th Year - Male - Prefect
Hufflepuff:
~Mike Rampart - 6th Year - Male
~Ruby Cynita - 5th Year - Female
~Drade Sykes - 6th Year - Male - Prefect
TEACHERS-
~Severus Snape - Potions (Members of the Order, spy as Death Eater)
~Jayne Mackenzie-Alexander - Muggle Studies
~Karie Velya - Defense Against the Dark Arts
~Ryu Hayabusa - Charms
~Lorelei Malfoy - Care of Magical Creatures
OTHER CHARACTERS-
~Lucius Malfoy - Death Eater
~Phoenix Renton - Rogue
~Angeline "Angel" (Carlton) Moore - Auror
~Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody - Member of the Order
~Sai Tronatica - Wanderer
Obviously, there will be many NPCs, including quite a few from the books. Now, the Quidditch teams…
Gryffindor-
Seeker: Harry Potter (Captain)
Keeper: Ronald Weasley (NPC)
Chasers: Ginny Weasley --- ---
Beaters: --- ---
(Reginald Jensen = ???)
Slytherin-
Seeker: Draconius Malfoy
Keeper: Jaiden Moore
Chasers: Rvevian Marson
Ami Zypher
Chauvelin Armande
Beaters: Morbid Chaos ---
Ravenclaw-
Seeker: Zane Keskagi
Keeper: Hiro White
Chasers: Clair Stone
Madison Alexander
Luna Keskagi
Beaters: Rywen Yiaro (Captain) ---
Hufflepuff-
Seeker: Drade Sykes
Keeper: ---
Chasers: Mike Rampart (Captain) --- ---
Beaters: Ruby Cynita ---
There are still several spots on the Quidditch teams and for prefects, as well as a Head Boy and girl, if anyone happens to be interested. This can be added to the profile when you post your opening and, if anyone chooses to take a position, these positions will be given on a first-come, first-serve basis. Yes, I know… Like it all has been. Anyway.
The RPG will start with students boarding the train. Teachers will be arriving at the school at this point. Other characters can pretty much dictate what they choose to do.
Shall we begin?
Name: Phoenix Renton
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’3”. Body is wiry to an extreme after being kept in Azkaban for so very long, though still appears aerodynamic. Hair is mostly black, and is semi-long and shaggy. Overall, his appearance is strikingly like a falcon, watchful and potentially dangerous. Rugged, angular, and menacing in a strange way. Has a deep scar slashed over his left temple. He looks younger than he is, even after having been in Azkaban. His eyes are a deep navy blue and are watchful, almost piercing. Looks strong despite the build, and he truly is.
Personality: Mysterious when he wants to be, with a twisted sense of humor. His actions are rather random; he appears to act on impulse, though in actuality he thinks things out. Unpredictable because of these attributes, he holds loyalties only to himself.
Relationships: He was a friend of Voldemort…
Occupation/Group Affiliation: Was a Death Eater. Now he’s… Just Renton.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: To himself and whatever cause he chooses. He was a Death Eater in the beginning, but even that wasn’t much for the causes of the group itself.
Anything to share about your past?: When James Potter, Black, Lupin, Severus, Lucius, etcetera were in school--and for three years prior to that--he taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. At the same time--obviously unbeknownst to the other teachers and to Dumbledore--he was working with Voldemort, hoping to pursue a new world order. At the end of the sixth year of the aforementioned group of students, he killed a Muggle-born student and wrote numerous messages on a wall--one large one in particular that proclaimed that a new world was to arise very soon. He also put a spell--Aegri Somnia, his own favorite spell--on a different student, who was never to recover from the effects and was driven to permanent madness. After leaving the school, he helped Voldemort with the organization, though he refused to be an underling. Several years after he left the school, Renton led a group of the Death Eaters to officially begin the war by torturing a group of Muggles. Renton, along with several others, was captured, but not before the Muggles--twenty-five in all--had been skinned and murdered. Renton was then placed in Azkaban, where he lay in near-silence for many years. Only recently was he able to escape; previously, he had been offered no chance. For some time he drifted in and out of his own mind, but for the most part, he was entirely himself while in the prison. Now he’s out again…
Other: He’s an unregistered Animigus; a black falcon. Also, he’s managed to find an old creature that he used to travel with--a Nillian. She’s basically a tigress with fur that shifts color and a talent to make herself invisible.
Phoenix Renton
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The chill in the air, the velvet blue of the midnight sky, the softly feral sound of water rushing through a nearby stream, the reaching shadows thrown by the trees surrounding the clearing, the blades of grass carrying the wind in waves--all of these together formed the essence of life. This was what I had missed for so long. This was what I had been kept away from. To see it again was marvelous.
I sat quietly in the grass, Mira my sole companion, my first companion in quite a long time. She had been my companion before, and now she had returned. I stroked the fur on the top of her head lovingly; this, the Nillian I had initially found for a classroom demonstration. The creature that I had become attached to. The one who had become my only family, and was now the only one in this world whom I truly knew.
Perhaps that would change. After all, I had only recently managed to escape from that prison. The guardians--the Dementors--had deserted, leaving those within the cells free to escape. I hadn’t realized it first, but once the knowledge had hit me, I had left in a hurry. I’d flown back to the mainland of the United Kingdom, and here I was in Ireland. Soon I would be in England, but not yet. No, for the time being, I was quite content to stay where I was.
I had always enjoyed the silent beauty that could be found in secluded forests. Now, after living within stone walls for so long, this was heaven on earth. I had been in there for such a long time… But now was not the time to become angered by such thoughts. That could come later. In any case, anger might not have been the correct word. I had never been one to be controlled by anger, and I wouldn’t start allowing it to take hold of me. I was past any anger.
I had been sent to live within the stone walls--to die, there, really--at the beginning of a revolution. Now here I was, returning to the world in the midst of a new one, led by the same man. Good old Thomas… Did he know that I was alive? Perhaps not… He may have had someone kill me on the way out of the jail had he known. Yes, my old friend and nemesis. Working with and against him at the same time. Never belonging to him which was, of course, what had angered him. I had never been a follower, merely a friend and ally.
Soon, I would say hello to him. What would I do aside from that? Maybe nothing. Maybe something. Maybe I’d visit the school as well. Maybe find those who I had known. There was so much that I could do…
Mira nuzzled my side and I rubbed the soft fur under her chin. This wasn’t the time to think about the future. This was the time to live in the beauty of this forest, to enjoy its features fully.
The renewed greetings, the coming once more into the world, the murder… All of that? That could come later. Perhaps not for a while, but in all likelihood… Soon. Yes, soon new light would shed and new darkness would arrive. Soon, even this new revolution would be more twisted. Anything could change, anyone could die… Anything could happen.
Anything.
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Name: Severus Snape
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Teacher of: Potions
Appearance: 6’1”. Wiry body frame; not very athletic or strong-looking, though he is more so than he looks. Longish black, greasy-looking hair that constantly falls over his face. Skin is pallid and he likes it well enough that way. Overall, he’s fairly intense and often frightening. Travels through shadows easily and can, in this manner, remain hidden fairly well in the night.
Personality: Often considered to be repellant, he tends to keep his own mind and emotions--especially his emotions--to himself. He very rarely displays any emotions other than anger. The anger itself shows up quite often, and is sometimes a cover for some other emotion. He has found the world to be an ugly, unwelcoming place, and adjusted his outward manner to suit the world. Over the years, he has developed a reputation at the school for being harsh and vindictive, which is often true with the students. Any inner turmoil he feels is hidden very well.
Former House at Hogwarts: Slytherin
Head of House?: Yes; Slytherin
Relationships: Not any longer. There, once, but that was a long time ago…
Where Your Loyalties Lie: Toward the Order.
Any Side Occupations?: A member of the Order, as well as a spy for the Order within the Death Eaters
Other: *shrug* Laters, mayhap.
Severus Snape - Potions Master - Head of Slytherin
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The room was cold and unfeeling as always; dungeons were made to be as such. Soon, perhaps, it would be filled with life, but for now it was devoid and save my minimal contribution. Cold and unfeeling; yes, it did seem the perfect room for me.
Yes, this was my classroom. The students would come, the students would complain, the students would make pathetic attempts at brewing potions, and the students would curse me behind my back. At least, when they thought that I couldn’t hear their words. Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin and the endlessly loathsome potions master.
It was all a masquerade, of course. My entire life one long charade, and more so now than ever before.
Shaking my head in exasperation with myself, I forced myself to prepare the classroom for the beginning of the school year. Some classroom it was. A dungeon. A dungeon, and I loved it… As much as I could love anything and admit it, of course. I held memories of this dungeon, of secrets found within. Not all of them were good, though some were, certainly, and this room…
There I went again, off on another tangent. I forced my mind to quiet itself. Since coming back to the school, I’d found an almost enjoyable sort of freedom within the walls. Of course, on the opposite side of this, I was now living three lives, perhaps four. Not that it mattered. I was only here to be another piece in the game, to be moved about however it was wished.
I sneered, resenting the thought and understanding the obvious truth to it. A teacher, a member, a spy. Surely I was indeed the loathsome being that the students saw, and they didn’t know the half of it. Not nearly, the bloody prats.
How long could it last? How long could this continue before someone understood? Before death came to meet me?
Did I fear death? As far as I could understand, I did not. Earlier in my life, I had invited it many times. I’d nearly brought it upon myself, and had almost succeeded three times. Three times, and I hadn’t managed to slip the last step into darkness. Always, I had somehow been brought back. Always, I had cursed my fate, and yet continued to live on.
The obvious answer, then, was no. Perhaps on some level I did, but, for all real intents and purposes, I should have been dead long ago. Was I only alive to continue this living hell? To continue to be not only Severus Snape, professor, but to be Severus Snape of two other sorts?
Questions, always questions. They were my own, to keep for my own. It was natural for me to keep these to myself; I had been doing so nearly my whole life. In fact, there had only been two people whom I had truly revealed any sort of problems to… Nearly three. In the end, however, there had been two, and both around the same time; the school years. Such a lovely time, yet so incredibly twisted as well.
Two people… Was that awful? I didn’t know. Maybe not, because I doubted that the first had ever spoken his true thoughts to anybody; perhaps not even to himself. Lucius Malfoy… And look where he was in life. He was where his father, the man he’d hated most, had been. Did he even recognize this now? Did he recognize anything now?
The other had been yet another student, one who I still remembered well though I hadn’t seen her in many years. Yes, remembered very well. Where was she now? What was she doing? Perhaps there was a way to find out, but… Perhaps it was better to leave it as it was.
This was life, and I was alone in mine. I had been for a long time. A creature of solitude; that was me, certainly. In a way, I hated it. In a way, I loved it.
Always a contradiction of myself. I could live with that, though. I had been, correct?
No, this was foolish. It was pointless to think about what had been, because it never could be. Certainly. I didn’t have to believe it, but it’d be better for the time if I could abide by that particular rule. After all, I had to work to do here, and more work would undoubtedly follow.
Such is life. Intertwined, veiled, and constantly twisting within itself. Yes, such is life.
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Student-
Name: Chauvelin Aermand
Age: 17
Year: 7th
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’1”, with a lanky build. Hair is black, longish, and semi-shaggy in a neat sort of way; he sometimes wears it pulled back. Eyes are icy blue with deep blue flecks. Skin tone is about average and tends to stay that way. Walks confidently, though perhaps without much grace.
Personality: Doesn’t much care to go along with the crowd though, if they’re doing what he honestly wants to do, he will. Tends to be obsessive about certain issues, chasing them to the bitter end if necessary. On these obsessive issues, he often can speak for hours. Charismatic, especially in relation to his beliefs. Holds his own sense of justice and stays to it firmly. He’s fiercely intelligent, though he doesn’t speak much of the knowledge, and enjoys the arts--particularly theater. Romantic when he wants to be, and often quite captivating.
House: Slytherin
Quidditch Position: Chaser
Wand: Beech, 12 ½”, dragon heartstring
Pet: A dog--a Siberian husky with wolf blood. Looks more like a wolf than a husky, though isn’t dangerous at all. At least, not very dangerous to most people. His name is Wraith.
Classes:
-Dramatics
-Literature and Art
-Potions
-Defense Against the Dark Arts
-Advanced Potions
-Transfigurations
-Advanced Transfigurations
Favorite Class: Dramatics or Potions
Relationships: *shrug*
Parents: Both wizard, though he didn’t live an entirely “wizard-world” life… He spends quite a lot of his time with his Muggle relatives (mum was Muggle born).
Where Your Loyalties Lie: He hasn’t said on this subject, yet…
Other: He plays electric and acoustic guitar… mostly electric, whoo. Also into singing, nyah.
Chauvelin Aermand ~ 7th year Slytherin
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This was to be my final year at Hogwarts. In a way, I welcomed it. I yearned for the outside world, for a chance to be on my own. On another side, however, being at the school did allow for a certain amount of freedom. Enough to live with, perhaps to enjoy. Here was where I had attended school for six years already. Here was where memories lived.
Smiling slightly, I dragged my luggage toward the train. My family hadn’t come; why should they have? After all, they were busy, and it’d been easy enough to bid them adieu at home. Why have them come to the station? Around me, families were parting tearfully--some of them were, certainly. Others were more optimistic. Some laughed, some hugged… It was the same every year.
Wraith followed me, his sharp eyes following the movements of this chaotic crowd. Yes, Platform 9 3/4--what a name, right--was busy now. Later on, it’d be near to overflowing with witches and wizards, as well as their witchlings and wizardlings. Right, so that wasn’t an accepted term. It was still damned amusing.
I boarded the train to find that there were few students on it. Why the hell had I arrived so early? Ah well, there was no changing it now. I found an empty compartment in the last train, a task that took very little time, and slung my luggage into the compartment. Then it was time to wait for other students and then for departure. Waiting for the new year.
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Name: Rvevian Marson
Age: 16
Year: 6th
Gender: Female
Appearance: About 5’10”. Build is pretty much average. Her hair is naturally black--it’s slightly wavy and reaches to about mid-shoulder--her skin naturally pallid and seemingly incapable of becoming tan. Eyes are icy blue with deep purple flecks. She moves almost liquidly; smoothly and assured of where she is going. Wears a silver bracelet; it’s quite old, actual silver, and of Celtic design.
Personality: Something of a loner, though it isn’t necessarily by her own choice. She’s quite emotional and often finds herself at a loss to explain herself. At times, she acts impulsively, though she usually thinks before acting. She thinks quite a lot, really; spends much of her time observing the world, its people and places. Tends to lean
House: Slytherin
Quidditch Position: Chaser… She talked her way onto the team when it became evident that Crabbe and Goyle weren’t doing a damned bit of good.
Wand: Birch, 11 ¼”, dragon heartstring
Pet: A raven named Pluto
Classes:
-Literature and Art
-Dramatics
-Potions
-Defense Against the Dark Arts
-Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts
-Advanced Potions
-Transfigurations
Favorite Class: Defense Against the Dark Arts, though Potions is fairly close…
Relationships: *looks around* *shrugs* Laters.
Parents: One Muggle, one wizard; she lives a life somewhere between that of a Muggle and a wizard, being exposed to both cultures.
Where Your Loyalties Lie: She doesn’t really have any loyalties… She doesn’t much care for Voldemort, though she doesn’t know if the Order is entirely honest, either.
Other: …maybe later.
Rvevian Marson ~ 6th Year Slytherin
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Back to school I go.
It was the same as it always was. Same old train, same old crowd. All right, so it was generally the same old crowd… The seventh years of last year were gone, and there were new first years. Even so, it all blended into one. The station was always the same.
Ah, the school though--that would be different this year. Events would change what the student body was. Nothing would be the same, not after what had happened at the end of the previous year, with my Gryffindor classmates. They seemed to find themselves in adventure quite often. Mmm. Lovely for them.
How would this be? The teachers would no doubt attempt to keep everything as typical as possible while informing us of occurrences in the world at the same time. Students would talk, students would breed their own ideas. More rumors, how lovely. Always about the same people, too. Honestly, it got rather tiresome after awhile.
Thoughts similar to these ran through my head as I entered the last train and grabbed the compartment nearest to the door. Better to be situated, to be ready for whatever or whomever decided to show up. I sat quietly, awaiting the arrival of my classmates.
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I’ll write Lucius’s and Moody’s later… Both are (probably) on their own at the moment, so there shouldn’t be a huge problem with this.
Commence!
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