Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2014 10:26:03 GMT -5
David Marcus Rayne
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original - Wanted
AGE: Forty-one years of age.
FACE CLAIM: Jude Law
YEAR: N/A
HOUSE: Slytherin Alumnus
OCCUPATION: Part-time Death Researcher for the Department of Mysteries and Agent of the Spirit Division for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures
BLOOD TYPE: Pureblood
WAND TYPE: 11 inches, Quintaped bone, Cherry
PETS: Silver Ferret named "Dexter" or "Dex" for short
ABILITIES: Non-Verbal Magic & Animagus - Black Racer
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David took a deep breath and let out a long sigh through his nose, his ever-serious facial expression not changing. He rang the doorbell of the secluded, country home he had just arrived at and waited patiently for the owner to answer. As an Agent of the Spirit Division, he was often sent by the Ministry to evict ghosts from houses at the request of Witches and Wizards all over Europe. The task was always different, as every ghost was different, but when a ghost was not wanted or welcomed, David had a strong record or success.
Trusty cane-sword in hand, David continued to wait. The client in question had put in a request for two rambunctious ghosts to be removed from the barn. He could readily see the barn from the front steps of the home and it appeared to have not been in use for a number of years. Many scorch marks and holes decorated the surface of the barn as if the owners had tried many times before to oust the ghosts many times before. 'Just what have I gotten myself into...? David wondered to himself with a raised eyebrow of suspicion.
The door in front of him opened and a short woman of greater chronological standing stepped out to greet David. "Are you from the Ministry?" She asked, with a tone of mild concern.
"Yes, mam." David replied in his favorite neutral tone that some would call vaguely autonomous. "My name is David Rayne from the Spirit Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I am here to rid your barn of a ghost problem."
"Oh, by Merlin, thank heavens you're here!" the elderly witch replied. "I've tried numerous times to get them to leave, but they refuse! I am too close to having to sell off my animals because the barn is absolutely un-usable. The two of them are so violent... I've already lost two cows and a goat to their mess-making."
"Poltergeists... " David said, his voice getting a little rougher. With most spirits, proper negotiation was all that was required, usually including offers of places where they could inhabit without future issue, but with poltergeists, there was usually no reason to be had. These confrontations never got too messy, but the kind of aggressive negotiations that took place were the kind that David least appreciated. "I will see to their removal at once, mam. Worry not. " he said with a curt not added in shortly thereafter.
David ignored the older woman's pleas for him to be careful as he turned about and walked confidently toward the barn. This barn in particular was not unlike the one his parents had owned. Working in a barn was an unfortunate task for David, because it was in his family's barn that he found both of his parent's dead after returning home from his graduation from Hogwarts. David knew that his father had tendencies to mess with things beyond his control and that his mother had the unfortunate tendency to join along with his father, but they were generally good people and they had been good parents until their death.
In fact, David's interest in Death research and the Spirit Division came from that evening when he returned home from school for the last time. When he checked the barn, still looking for his parents, he found their bodies dead and their spirits gone insane, raising all sorts of hell inside that barn. He attempted to reason with them, but failed and was thrown out of the barn. Minutes later, Ministry officials attempted and failed to remove the ghosts and marked the property off as haunted. David wanted to understand the reasons behind his parent's deaths, but even now: many years later, David feared going back to that barn, fearing what would become of him as a result.
After tightening his special work gloves, David removed two smaller, enchanted leather bags from his trusty work bag and propped his cane up upon his shoulder and entered through the ajar front doorway. The musty environment was definitely displeasing to David, but he continued on, stepping over and around farm tools and implements that had been strewn across the place. At a table near the center of the barn, David set down the two enchanted pouches and called out to the spirits.
"I am the man called David Rayne." he called out. "You both have committed crimes against the owner of this barn and are to leave this barn with me immediately. The Ministry may be more lenient to you both should you cooperate accordingly to my orders." Immediately, in response a hay fork flew over his shoulder, inches away from piercing his neck. David spun around just in time to see one of the spirits throw a harvesting sickle at him which he caught and threw aside. "Bags. Now." he said, in a threatening manner, glaring at the one ghost who had appeared.
The other ghost spoke from behind David, "Do what he says, man! He's Ministry! We can get out of this with a new place to haunt if we comply!" David turned around to see the second ghost cowering near the table. David opened one of the bags and the ghost obediently entered the enchanted space without another word. David pulled the drawstrings shut and placed the leather bag into his work bag. He opened the second bag and returned his hands to his cane. In a swift motion he drew the blade from its hiding place and spun around to face the first ghost.
Almost to his surprise he found that his blade was pointed inches away from the rude ghost's face. The ghost ducked downward and made a lunge toward David with a shovel. David struck the shovel from the ghost's grasp in one slash, spun his blade around so that his grip was back-handed, and held it up once more, this time against the ghost's throat. The ghost attempted to pass through the blade, but only managed to cut his translucent neck on David's blade.
"Impossible..." the ghost growled. "Who are you and how have you a weapon that a ghost cannot pass through?"
David reached out with his free hand and grasped the ghost by its shirt, pulling the spirit closer to his blade once more. He glared at the spirit in the eye and replied, "I'm not at liberty to speak of the tools of my trade, but I can tell you this: My name is David Rayne, you a**hole. " David curled his lip into a sneer and growled at the obstinate ghost. "Get into that bag right now, or I will leave all of your ghostly limbs strewn all over this barn to rot for eternity. "
The ghost complied with a sudden look of fear in its eyes and David closed the bag behind it. He tossed the enchanted pouches into his work bag and exited the barn, brushing his shoulders off and re-sheathing his blade into the body of his cane.
This was not, of course, all that David did with his life. He was a common customer at a few local bars, and a regular visitor to St. Mungo's, talking to terminally ill people about opportunities after death. Although he didn't particularly try to get involved in relationships, David repeatedly found himself to be a bit of a flirt, though he never could bring himself to establish a relationship. This, of course was his single greatest regret when he knew Marie Lancaster many years ago... Dear, dear Marie...
He approached the door of the house as he had before and rang the doorbell. Calmly inhaling and sighing through his nose as before, David waited for the elderly witch to return. After a few moments, the woman greeted him again and he briefly told her that the issue was solved and that she would be getting a conformation owl from the Ministry soon.
David bid her a good day and calmly left the property, walking casually to his broom, parked at the edge of the driveway. He had a visitation with his son to attend to soon... a boy that he had not been entirely aware of for many years until recently. 'What was his name, again?' he pondered to himself. 'Ah yes... Remus... Remus Lancaster...... Oh, dear, dear Marie...' From that point on in the day, David thought only of the woman that he had once loved.
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