Post by ARCHER ORION ABNER on Jun 29, 2014 18:33:20 GMT -5
 ARCHER ORION ABNER twenty six Pureblood Philanthropist/ Owner of Holyhead Harpies wand type (six inches, Veela Hair, Chestnut) BIRTHDAY: Twenty Six and April Sixteenth. PATRONUS: RACOON ABILITIES: Seer ONE TWO BUCKLE MY SHOE----------------------- “Are your shoes too tight?” It was a question he found himself asking more times, than he would rather admit. He knew he wasn’t her nurse maid they had servants for that. Strange while in his home he never trusted the humble opinion of squibs who sought dutifully to their every physical needs. He didn’t mind accepting their fruits of labor when it was just for his own needs. He gladly took their offerings such as pressed shirt. He didn’t mind accepting their food, any such thing was not a problem, but what was good for him was rarely accepted for his sister. He was sure that she wanted his critical glance on her like she wanted an extra hole in her head but that was what it would take to get past him in the morning he after all was eldest and he been checking her wardrobe for the betterment of five years. “I’m not asking for my bloodly own good will, like I like being this close to your sodding feet Steph… " He figured was getting no where like this, and the best course of action to least get her to see things from his perspective was to put it back on her shoulders. "You failed to let people know you out grew your shoes, I had to find out by way of hangnail potion, like I don’t have enough pressures on my plate without father reminding me of the cost of what will happen to me if you lose a foot.. “ Glowering his fingers dipped un-ceremoniously into the leather of her shoe trying to gauge what in merlin’s name was a perfect fit, from snugness. Hell if he knew this shit and depending on her to be able to tell him, was like asking Professor Binn’s to describe the taste of an apple. Simply it was a really shitty thing to do, and he knew Steph enough not to do that even in a joking fashion. Racking his brain he wanted to get down to the great hall before breakfast, and this was getting him nowhere. Does it flop around when you walk? He added softly trying to get something from her other than a roll of her eye. “If it is too loose that is not good either.. I don’t need you screwing your feet up” Watching as some of her friends poked their heads in the classroom giving him a curious, and in some cases a very annoyed look he gave an annoyed roll of his eyes as they lingered staring. “ Steph do they flop?” He added trying to avoid being heard. Of course she would only be difficult that was what his little sister was exceedingly good at, difficulty regardless if it was being difficult or just inflicting it into his life. Wincing slightly when he heard the slight murmur of chuckles from behind him, and the suggestion that if he should consider it as a possibility for future career. Being the sources of whispers was something he wasn’t unaccustomed to having to do, and he thrived at handling such annoyances, this time all it took was to fix the source of the whispering with an ill-tempered glare that suggested that he could easily have another agenda for his sister’s slight size five shoes, and that if they don’t vacate the premises quickly they would be doing so with a not so slight wobble to their step.. Ignoring the whine he with a hushed curse word loosened the laces on the delicate shoe and leaned back and peered at the only girl in his world that would garner that sort of respect and patience from him for his smaller sister there was not a inconvenience to big or a desire to trivial that would move heaven and earth for sacrifice the price of sharing ones blood. THREE FOUR YOU GOTTA LOCK THAT DOOR-------------- Wands don’t kill people.. Girlfriends who come home early do.. Honestly he did not realize that he was indeed screwing a nutter. There was nothing about Hazel Hornvale that suggested she was the sort that would just randomly fall off her gold plated rocker, then again that might have been an error on his part. His knowledge of his girlfriend of the past year had varied from the physical standards she met, to the exaggerated amounts of money she went through. Sadly other key facts like her bloody name (that now he didn’t doubt he would need the best damn Memory altering spells money can buy to forget this one.), and her blood status was about all he knew about Hazel. Though that might not be completely his fault because the bloody trollop was exceedingly stupid, vain, an apparent jealous sort, naturally he had grown bored of the moment the sun rose and he found her still in his bed. Sadly the most recent, and apparent important characteristic that he wished he had acknowledged prior to this rather embarrassing predicament that had him hiding on the roof of his own summer home naked as the day he was born was the obvious fact that Hazel Hornvale was bloody certifiable crazy. He knew this only because in the time since she had come home early from her shopping trip , and caught him about nine inches deep in his assistant she threatened to use that wand of hers to make him about eight and half inches shorter. Another thing he learned about his girlfriend came in the moments following as he literally clung to the chimney stack of his house curled up in a fetal position and hoping to MERLIN that the bloody goons from the fucking Ministry would hurry the hell up, and get that lunatic whose aim was improving by each and every hex she sent his way. He had scurried around the side of his Chimney and was attempting to obtain cover to protect himself from the hexes that had blown away the side section of the chimney. Now with his bare backside presented to the occupants of 1345 Tanner Ct whom had taken it upon themselves congregate on the back patio for a better look at what was going on with their normally pretentious, but quiet neighbor who normally couldn’t be bothered with their invitations for their impromptu affairs. They wanted a show and boy where they getting one as it wasn’t every day that one had the opportunity to get a front row seat to watching a nude neighbor duck for cover from his irate girlfriend who was casting hex after hex at him. He thought he was done for when he heard a loud pop sound coming from right behind him, he thought Hazel had apparated for a better shot, mentally he said his goodbyes to his sister whom was perhaps at his young twenty years of age was perhaps the only person that truly mattered to him. It was then that he heard a voice he hadn’t heard over the course of two years of age, and the last thing that she had said to him was “Abner you’re a miserable prick. I hope you die a slow, and very painful death. You horror of a man. “ Naturally when he looked up in to the cornflower blue eyes of Josephina Maris Ross he was horrified to find a smirk that even he would be envious of press across her pale pink lips, as if that moment could be made worse he heard her annoyingly high pitched voice say. “Oh Praise you MERLIN!!! I SWEAR I BLOODY LOVE MY JOB.” Giving her a disgusted look he sneered, as he tried to cover his bits the best he could. “ I thought you Auror’s were supposed to be professional, apparently they are willing to give anything a badge these days.” He proceeded to take her offered cloak to cover her lower half as he took her extended hand and shakily stood up. He knew this was perhaps the best revenge fate could have dished him as he was dreadful to Miss. Ross when they were at Hogwarts together they being both of the same house her being a halfblood whom was raised by her muggle mother had borne the butt of a lot of ridicule as she was quick to defend a way of life that most of her house did not except. He was perhaps her biggest tormentor however the girl with ivory clear skin, and blonde ringlets didn’t resemble anything of the chubby awkward thing that he took pleasure in making cry. Had it not been for those blue eyes, and her sarcastic draw making a snide insult about his nakedness he would have never been able to place the annoyingly pretty face with the name. FIVE SIX PICK UP YOUR STICKS What do you mean you want to duel me? Okay Ross I know your homely as hell, but your still a girl.. Granted freakish as a troll but still a girl. I don’t duel girls. He had expected that she would just give up and stomp away as that is what any girl with a lick of common sense would do. That was perhaps his biggest flaw his knack about making the wrong assumptions about people particularly when it concerned that Ross. It was like she lived to exasperate him she couldn’t just take his insults and run away in a fit of tears like all his other victims. “I don’t care if I am a girl. Call me troll, or troll bait or mail order troll or any of that nonsense one more time Abner and I won’t ask for a duel I’ll just hex. “ Before he could stop himself he leaned down close to her they were both fifth years both of the same house but not near one another in social standing and the sheer fact that she had called him out in public like this meant that he could not take it easy or laugh this one off, because in Slytherin once you turned your back or didn’t engage in a showdown you were considered weak, and that was one thing he could not afford he couldn’t be seen as weak not with his sister there, not risking it getting back to his father, and not with all the forth years that had clustered to pick at the pride of the fallen. No in his life there was no room for weakness. He leaned down next to her frizzy cotton like hair that held two turkey feather quills and whispered. “ I was being generous when I called you troll bait, truth is I don’t’ think there is a mountain troll alive that would willing fuck you.. No I doubt it even they have standards, no you Ross are our very own Quasimodo. “ He watched her bottom lip tremble the agony of her humiliation evident as her blue eyes watered. His head threw back in a boisterous laugh “ MERLIN The troll is going to sob, have you ever seen anything more revolting than a sobbing troll, pull yourself together Ross hate to see you become a disgrace for two races, it’s bad enough you’re a disgrace for our house, and the wizarding kind. He watched as solid fat tear slid from her eye and trickled down the plump fold of her cheek. It was wrong that he was savoring this so much watching what was left of her dignity and self-esteem shatter before him. He could hear his sister tutting behind him he knew that she would never approve of his behavior or his treatment of his follow Slytherin. He could hear her telling him that Ross was a Slytherin and even if she was different she deserved the respect allowed to those who were sorted to become family. It is a sad thing that even when those we cherish whom are put in our lives to offer advice that men particularly men like Archer Abner are made with self-destruction button called vanity. So easily their arrogance can screw them for life and in those fleeting moments in that dungeon corridor that is exactly what he did. An arrogant boy was un-able to see the potential in the girl that stood opposite and in a the passing of a few seconds he made an enemy of what would be the only woman that he would ever truly love enough to make her a wife. Sadly there is not pertinence for mistakes that leave scars on those of our youth. The girl before him would turn in tears, and like the arrogant jerk that he was he turned and laughed. It is then that Miss Ross would give him the first of many lessons on life.. With a glimmer of determination and the scrap of pride he had left her with, and armed with a wand and his stupidity. Lesson One. Never ever regardless of what sort of ignorant bastard you are, should you be so arrogant as to turn your back on an armed enemy. Lesson Two came shortly after that...Arrogant pricks don't want antler's protruding from that particular orifice, because not only does it reflect badly on one's sensitive ego, but it also hurts like hell. SEVEN EIGHT LAY THEM STRAIGHT---------------------- The selections of wands shouldn’t be that big of a deal. However for the Abners the first selection for a wand meant another chance to brag, and another opportunity to celebrate with another vulgar display of wealth that came in the shape of yet another large noisy soiree that was intended for the sheer purpose of making headlines in the society section of the Daily Prophet as the matriarch of the Abner house hold was an un-believable egotist. When the Archer stood before the large dark wooden counter of the finest wand store in Diagon Alley Ollivander’s generations of the family literally filled the store to the point that the less respected members were stuck out side on the cobble walks of Diagon left to peer in the murky windows of Ollivanders as Archer was handed a six inches long chestnut wand with a Veela Hair core. It felt awkward in his hand the wand itself heavier than what he envisioned for himself having it seemed thicker than his thumb and the wands of his family were slender. He knew without a second glance that this would not be a wand that would select him. After he had sent down part of the third story shelf upon Ollivander’s hand with a flick of the wand Ollivander quickly agreed and took the wand away. Archer winced as Ollivander offered now a relic from what had to be left over from the Ollivander wand making meager beginnings. "What is this?" Archer examined the wand with mild interest, its long slender frame must have been carved by a shaky hand because the ornate Celtic detail was beautiful but flawed with slight hesitation marks in its hazel wood. Ollivander explained that the wand is older that it had never chosen a person that its core had been a bit too temperamental for the era in which the wand was made. He figured that this meant that Ollivander was attempting to shove on him a defective relic. He slide the wand back at Ollivander not attempting to try it he simply placed it hap-hazardly back on the counter on the black velvet mat that watching it roll on its side before it slide straight before him posed straight at his hand.<P> It seemed it didn’t matter if he wanted something vintage or not it was just as it had been for all other witches and wizards it was simply the matter of which wand chooses you and in Archer case it was a legendary wand of sorts. It was noted the most temperamental of the 17 century the exact same wand that had refused centuries of potential witches and wizards the exact same wand that had refused Ollivander himself seemed to latch on to Archer Orion Abner, and with that 10 inch Veela core hazel wand in his hand Archer felt for the first time extra-ordinary. Strange that prior to that Archer never really put a lot of thought on certain things concerning his wand. He was honestly just thankful that the blasted thing worked as well as it did. It being for lack of better words a relic from a time long passed. He didn’t really consider himself old fashion so what he and the antique wand hand in common was puzzling to him. Though over time the whys as to what in him that the wand gravitated too became more and more clear. He was in many ways old fashioned in thinking. He was raised in the shadow of a man that was considered noble. Naturally the way his father had raised him reflected in his thoughts many of which were chauvinistic in nature, he held door’s open, offered jackets and everything that could be considered acts of a chivalry. However many woman made the mistake in thinking that just because he would hold open their doors and promise not to kiss and tell that he was upstanding and noble in all his ventures. They tended to learn rather quickly that in the case of Archer Orion Abner that nobility and respectful demeanor tended to last long enough to get the door shut. Once in private a true serpent presented himself. He was selfish, inpatient, and aggressive enough to be considered ambitious. Many ladies learned quickly enough that Archer made a better friend than boyfriend as he tended to live life propelling through one selfish deed to another. He had a reputation of scandal rumored to not only been around a block a time or two, but circle whole towns. Truthfully he was a treacherous as a boyfriend, not really respecting those who let him in near, he neglected their needs, ignored, and cheated his way from one relationship to another till one came to change all that. Addison King was a girl he had known well they had grown up in each other’s company their mother’s being something of house mates and apparently dear old friends.. Well as much friends as two gossip hounds could be. Andromeda had been easy to push around and make cry till she turned three. It was then that she first turned the tables on him, because she learned that biting was a useful deterrent from one that was often rough and liked to pull hair to make girls cry. Fast forward a fourteen years in some ways something hadn't changed Archer was not known for playing nicely with girl, in fact leaving them to cry was a something he had been known for. However that would all change with a single letter from home. Apparently with just a few words childhood would cease and in the time it took him to read of his betrothal to Addison he would be forced into position of adult. As if that wasn't difficult the girl whom his parents forced on him couldn't stand him, they had ruined the friendship with the only friend that was a girl that he had. Because when he wasn't playing the part of a suitor Addison was fun, encouraging and everything he needed in a friend; However that all changed the moment she found out he was going to be the one to take her as a wife. He then became not good enough, (truthfully he knew he wasn’t) not for the prospect of a lover, or even with her parents pushing this upon her he soon became not even good enough to be her friend. How did he handle the tables being turned, well about as well as any other toddler who was not being told no. For a better part of a year he chased after Addison, tearing himself inside out to obtain her acceptance. First he did it for selfish reasons to appease his father who said that he needed to be what she would want to marry, then when not getting anywhere with her. Archer dropped the act forsaking the little respect his father had for him, to simply try to earn back her friendship. He eventually earned her respect as a friend, sadly the attempt at honesty came too late as he was in love with her, and she embarrassingly enough was in love with another man, a muggle born of all things. What followed was horrible as she forsake her pureblooded name, and a life with him for the chance at true love.. Watching as everything and everyone turned their back on something he loved hurt more than anything he had endured.. His wretched ego sliced a bit of his soul with the loss of her. He won’t admit it, but a good part of his actions with women now reflect on Addison who will be forever more the one of the two that got away. NINE TEN I WILL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN-------------------- Stop looking at her. He knew it was better to just not make eye contact that looking at Joe was asking for trouble first of all that girl seemed hell bent and determined to make his life a living hell, as if she was charged with the task of making him pay for every act of depravity he had ever committed in his life.Yet there he stood at her desk, and she refused to look up from the stack of parchment his impatience showing as he shuffled his feet his expensive Italian leather shoes soundless on the marble floor. He gave an annoyed sigh and with both hands on either side of her parchment his face inches from her sleek blond head he noticed that her hair smelled of lavender oil his nose crinkled as some things hadn’t changed from their Hogwarts years she still seemed opted for the using that cheap worthless bonnie witch stuff, even though she had access to more expensive skin serums. Archer knew she had accesses he made certain of it. He watched her stiffen under his gaze a bit of him found satisfaction in the fact that his presence had at least garnered a reaction from her. She watched her slender fingers stretch out, sadly he hadn’t realized that they had been clinched till he watched them stretch out. He lowered his voice so that others that trickled in and out of the small un-kept office would not hear him. “ I do believe that three days wait on an inquiry of burglary is an excess of power, obviously your personal grudges are causing your department to procrastinate to the point that it seems that you all operate with the competence of a band of babbling baboons.” That seemed to get her attention as her blond head popped up and he watched as she tilted her head to once side an obvious glare in her eye that sadly did nothing to ward off her attractiveness even as her eyes narrowed into icy slits that could all but lower the temperature of the small office. He watched her hand reach for his tie he entertained the thought of her wrapping it around her hand to pull him in for a kiss. He found his eyes widening as she seemed to read his mind and her hand reached for the end of the fine silk tie he watched as the emerald green was caught in her ivory hand and she slowly wrapped it around her hand causing him inch by inch to pull towards hers. Caught in the moment he lost concept of reality as he thought she was going to kiss him. His mind lost in some diluted fantasy of what could happen behind the closed door of her office and then quick as flash of her hand reality came barreling into her mind as she grabbed her wand and with a slicing movement severed his tie an inch below the knot. She leaned back as she slapped him on the outside of his head with his tie. Her lips twisted in annoyance as she tossed the tie in can next to her desk her eyes flashing with something that seemed for a fraction like amusement before she dropped that mask of fury back into place. “ THIS is the Department of the MINSTRY not a your personal Private Investigating service. You pay no paychecks here so kindly see yourself out and WAIT for results like the rest of wizarding kind. Honestly I saw the necklace that was stolen you ought to be grateful.. The bloody thing was tacky as hell. “ She gave a nod to the trash can. “ but still have to say I’ve seen worse.. Might want to re-think your color selections “ He heard a loud booming chuckle from the doorway and knew at once her cohort had returned turning to find Ronald Weasley blocking most of the door with his stained robes apparently he seemed to enjoy bringing lunch with him as he never spotted the dodger spotless. Frowning as Ronald lurched past him giving him a hard shove in direction of the door. Catching a smirk on Jo’s lips as the annoying dodger slammed the door in his face. He realized just then what sort of curse she had condemned him too, that amused smirk meant that there was hope and while there was a chance to redeem himself in her eyes than there would be no rest till he had her. Secrets were meant to be kept, locked away tight. Even good secrets could be used against someone and in his case they often were. His secret was a something that rarely saw the light of day mainly because of the accusations that would come with it. It was one thing to be considered a sight holder it was a rare gift and one complex normally found in the confines of an equally complex woman as most third eye prophecy tellers were women. They however tended to run in the family and his family was no exception first with his sister her power was very great indeed and as cruel and dangerous as it could be with her it could also be very useful. His power came to him when he hit his transition age of adolescences, as if a horrid case of acne, and a squeaky voice was not dreadful enough, no fate had to really ruin his social life by giving him a rather dreadful power. Astral Projection and his was of the nocturnal sort, Reading up on it later he found the common term of his power he was commonly known as a dream walker. The last person to have such a gift (or curse) died at the 52 by means of suicide. That of course did little to lift Archer mood on receiving the gift. Which as it seemed was a family heirloom as the person who died at the ripe old age of 52 was a his Great Uncle whom at the age of 52 had been declared clinically insane after one of his night time spiritual walks took him to a place to dark and frightening.. His Uncle as Archer found out spent his life in various stages of mental fits till he happened to get the spill on an orderly and obtain the use of his wand which was used quickly to end his life. The power started out innocent enough just odd dreams more than the normal teen boy dreams of sex, and glory. He began seeing those closest to him in his dreams (or what he perceived as his Dreams) and was alarmed when they awake to remember seeing him in their dreams. In those early days of 11-14 it was so harmless and left un-managed.Yes this little power proved innocent till the night he ventured into the mind of that whom was closest to him physically when he fell asleep, and along with that friend he received the front row seat to the death of the friend’s brother who’s was murdered by his own father for choosing the life of a blood traitor. Watching the strangulation death of a close family friend he found himself un-able to pull out of his friends head and more importantly un-able to turn off what he was seeing. The other occupant of the dream pulled from the dream first and awoken to find Archer in a sort of fit in the bed next to him, three punches to the face was what it took to knock him free of his own mind as he fell unconscious which sadly left him vulnerable and without the use of his own body. When he finally regained consciousness he was alienated by that one friend who simply saw him as the freak he was. The experience in itself put a tarnish on his gift as he learned respect for it as he realized that it too had its dangers. Looking to avoid something that he had no idea how to control he sought the easy way to avoid it. He simply avoided sleep, turning into an insomniac. Today his coping mechanism is sleepless droughts till he finally sub comes to his need of sleep and then he will freely drift into to the thoughts of those physically closest to him. hey guys, my name is Freckles! and I am rocking it at Twenty Eight years old, role-playing for roughly over a decade - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the Western time zone, and hail from America so how about that! currently my character looks just like Matt Kane or so I am told! I found y'all at Aaron and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as Relina Royal, Astoria Malfoy, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
