Post by FOXER ALABASTER ABNER on Jul 29, 2014 6:11:42 GMT -5
 foxer alabaster abner twenty-five half Private Healer nine inches, unicorn tail hair, mahogany BIRTHDAY: November 18 PATRONUS: a bat. (Serotine) It is conjuried with the memory of his first kiss with Lyla Hawthorne ABILITIES: Registered Animagus, Eptesicus Serotinus (Serotine Bat) A family known Legilimen Albeit a humble beginning of what would be a fabulous life. Alabaster knew he should feel guilty. The evidence of his bad choices resonated in the room of that surrounded him, and if not than he had the reminder his bad choice with each and every whimper of that Scarlet made. Scarlet was not at all what his parents wanted for a potential partner, in 1998 with the fall of Dark Lord and his army heavy in the heart of his parents the last thing they wanted was a son whom was involved with a muggle girl. They had taken the news of Scarlet’s pregnancy about as well as he assumed they would. They told him that as long as he had that muggle in his life than he would not be considered an Abner. So with no money no means of caring for Scarlet, and this child he was had gotten the true taste of destitution to Alabaster it meant a life without choices, a life where a home could only be a 500 square flat where the bugs that nested in his and his young wife’s mattress was more free than he was.. It meant Scarlet giving birth in a government assisted clinic where sanitary conditions were questionable at best. Within four hours of Scarlet’s hard labor it meant looking at his helpless son, and his wife’s lifeless face it meant he that he was not strong enough for the muggle world because the only choices given were in the hands of those whom the choices didn’t impact. Yes Choices were non-existent for Alabaster whom cradled his newborn son and opted to return home defeated with a half-blood innocent in his arms. Armed with hope that he would find mercy and peace for at least his child set forth on foot towards the one place in Diagon that was not under reconstruction from the war.. The one place he knew he could go for a night and think of what to tell his mother, he knew she was the key if he could get her convinced to let him return home than his father would be forced to allow him, and more importantly Foxer home. Did you ever felt you wanted to see yourself in someone else’s eyes (child-hood) Foxer was accepted by his grandmother almost in instant that she saw him cradled in his father’s arms (let the record show that he was accepted the moment after his Grandmother Slapped his father across his face hard enough to leave a print), but acceptance, however life was forever altered for by the subject of blood purity and his blood being mixed with that of a woman whose memory was lost to him the moment she died. His mother was a taboo subject, his mother was simply something that was not mentioned. His blood although a tense subject was normally discussed in the same fashion that some would discuss a mortal disease. Foxer’s less than pure standing was in his Grand Parents opinion the root of all his problems and short comings. He appeared short, it was his mixed blood, He failed to walk at the same interval that his cousin Archer walked it was quickly blamed on his blood. Foxer did not know, but every milestone would be scrutinized and compared openly with his cousin Archer. The boys had a few similar disposition which made them it easy for the two to get along with. Naturally not having the ability to cherish his own personal growth he found himself thrown into constant competition with Archer, naturally with his cousin a year older there was nothing to celebrate on his own no first steps that would be applauded because it had been lavished on before. It was with this constant comparison that he began to understand the first rule of magic sometimes it is natural and it can’t be forced or pushed out of you.. This became evident when Foxer was nine years of age, and had yet to show any magical talent, the fear was naturally that he had a bit too much of his mother in him. They thought him a squib for three months it was agonizing he felt like a failure like some dreadful stain on a beautiful tapestry. He however refused to give up and embrace the thought of being like his mother. Foxer found in his most desperate hours that his fate was revealed to him. Fate came in the form of an animal a very common animal one that he had seen countless times at night. The Serotine Bats that nested attic of the guest house where a creepy animal that he had always purposely ignored.. However when the worry that he was not magical that he would spend his life grounded like an anchor pulling those he loved down to his level. It is then that he saw one of those dreadful Serotine bats flutter freely out into the night. Chasing the Sun, hopes, and a bit of one’s own sense of self worth. Eventually little boys grow up, and Foxer grew the most outside his home. Hogwarts provided the safe neutering environment that he needed where he wasn't under constant scrutiny of those whose opinion mattered most to him. Away from his close circle of family Foxer thrived his self-starter ambitious attitude made the hat question if Slytherin was a the best fit for him, or if it should cater to curious nature that seemed suited in Ravenclaw, in the end ambition won out and he was sorted with those who were known for cut throat ambition. With his cousin at his side a year older than him he had a built in social circle that he catered too. It is at Archer’s side that Foxer learned to push his gifts as a legilimen.. At first it wasn’t clear exactly only being able to pick up certain aspect of how that person was feeling, it was difficult to center himself and focus on that single emotion that seemed to radiate the person however as he focused he began to get little glimpse of what that person was thinking. It was a powerful gift, but Foxer learned just exactly how problematic his gift could be the moment he began using it on the people he thought were close to him.. He learned very quickly that some knowledge was not good because it some knowledge hurt. With that gift he learned that some friends were only friends because of the position he held close to Archer. He saw things that he wasn’t supposed to which made life difficult with Archer at times. Foxer learned quickly it was best to put his talent aside and use it only occasionally as it would make fitting in easier or so he thought. School live was easy it boiled down to conformity, During this time he really bonded with family and the two boys that were raised side by side really cemented their relationship of family being close enough to be considered brothers. Archer flew for the house team as a Chaser and Foxer at his third year took the emerald and silver robes joined his cousin as a Slytherin Chaser. They seemed like a tight knitted team almost brothers. All brothers have their course of dissensions, their first came in the subject of Regan. Foxer wasn’t overly fond of the girl, but he felt Archer’s behavior beneath them. Granted he handled Archer’s out bursts about the girl in a manner a mortified mother would handle a fitting toddler.. There was eye rolling there was a few ‘Archer leave her alone, but nothing really done about the treatment of Regan well that was till the time in which she hexed Archer. However that was nothing compared to the very thing that ended up driving them apart. I know a lot about love. I know how to lose it.. Leave it to the love of a girl to drive a wedge in between family. It started off bad with a simple crush for a Ravenclaw girl that he had little to know chance with as she seemed to be more centered on her sport she was a beater. Naturally her interest with him ended when she beamed that bludger at his head. It was Foxer it started with simply baiting her to try to hit him with a bludger, engaging a battle of wills and it turned into a cat and mouse game between them. Cat and mouse eventually turned into willful flirting, and sadly that is all that it would take to get his hopes up. Perhaps it was just because he was not as willing to put himself out there, but it didn’t transpire past the point of obvious flirting, and moments filled with enough sexual tension that a person could cut it with a spoon, however at the towards the spring of his sixth year it came to a head.. With an announcement that Lyla was set to marry Archer. Archer reeling from a devastating blow that came from finding out that his betrothal had married a muggleborn and there for was discredited and disowned by her family. For Foxer blood never had meant quiet so much like it did in that moment because it was the only thing that would stand in the way of offering himself to her family and telling them that he was willing was the fact that they the Hawthrone’s were known social climbers and he knew above all else that when it came to the marriage of their eldest daughter that they would not accept something they considered tainted.. He knew that he had to appeal to someone, having been close and like a brother to Archer he figured that Archer would handle it like a man of honor after all it was him.. It was clear he didn’t comprehend the depravity in Archer. The moment that Foxer divulged the feelings that he had for Lyla it became a competition for Archer, where the affection of Lyla became nothing more than a prize. What started off as a simple request escalated quickly into an all-out feud that boiled into a fiery conclusion on Archer’s and Lyla’s wedding day when a drunken Foxer demanded a duel to the death. Thankfully Archer didn’t take him seriously.. Well seriously enough to Kill Foxer but that didn’t stop Archer from leaving Foxer with a nasty scar to remember the day and his place with, embarrassingly enough it was Lyla that stopped the duel when she came between the two and took a nasty hex meant for Archer.. Watching her fall was devastating but it was what it took for the dueling to cease end the end Foxer was sent packing, and Foxer went into seclusion shutting everyone and everything out.. Focusing on building skills it is during this time that he studied to become a healer and worked at Mungo’s with his ability to focus even under pressure he worked himself through the ranks quickly. He made the switch to private healer to a professional teams soon as he had the credentials. Currently he leads a quiet life, he has left the wounds of humiliation in the past, with his focus on the future he pushes forward, however with it is the moment you turn your glance way from goals is the moment old ghosts will creep back into your life to grab hold and send you in a tail spin.. hey guys, my name is FRECKLES! and I am rocking it at 28 years old, role-playing for roughly a lot years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. I’m in the MOUNTAIN time zone, and hail from Good ol US of A so how about that! Currently my character looks just like DANIEL BEDEROV or so i am told! I found y'all at HOW YOU FOUND US and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as RELINA ROYAL, ASTORIA MALFOY, ARCHER ABNER, CALLISTA HAVOC, EMERY HORNVALE, so hit them up for plotting! Anyways; peace my dears! |
