Post by ZANE TOBIAS KENNEDY on Aug 29, 2014 14:16:52 GMT -5
 ZANE TOBIAS KENNEDY EIGHTEEN pureblood hit wizard wand type (13 inches, dragon heartstring, blackthorn) BIRTHDAY: May 16th PATRONUS: A coyote ABILITIES: wandless magic, non verbal magic Zane beamed at his date, Miss Anabelle Kelly as he pulled the chair out for her to take her seat. He had always believed in treating a lady with chivalrous actions, unless she preferred equal treatment as opposed to the special treatment. In that case, Zane was not reluctant to change his demeanor. "So Zane, tell me about yourself?" she inquired immediately, staring at the tall, dark haired man intensely. Zane raised an eyebrow and sat uncomfortably, offset by the sudden question. "Well, I work for the Ministry and I am a huge Hollyhead Harpies fan..." he began, continuing his charming ways. His date didn't look pleased, as if she was wanting more personal details. "How about we eat some dinner first, maybe order some drinks and we can get to it." he attempted to compromise He wasn't one to get too personal with people, especially women on the first date. After all, while he was always a hit with the ladies, he never had much of a connection with them. Relationships never went further than a one night stand or friends with benefits. "No Zane, tell me about your family perhaps?" Anabelle attempted to smile but it looked like she was grimacing more than anything. "Er, uh, waiter! Bring some wine and some chocolate liqueur please" he waved his hand, calling to the closest waiter he saw. He was going to need a drink to get through this night. Hopefully if she got a drink too, she would calm down a little and enjoy the night instead of being so...pressing on knowing the personal details of his life. The waiter returned with the drinks he insisted, and he sucked down a glass of it before returning to his date's questions. "Er, so let's begin with...I was sorted into Slytherin in Hogwarts. I played Keeper on the team my 4th through 7th year... I was a prefect. Oh Merlin, did that make for some excellent times..." he trailed off with a smirk on his face. "Continue" Anabelle pressed, not touching the glass of wine that was poured for her. "Blimey...relax a bit, would you? Let's just enjoy our nig-" he started when he froze, feeling someone else inside his mind, poking about in his memories. He saw his family- his mother, father, his older sister Leanna, and his older brother Jayce, all smiling for their annual family portrait. "Zane, come here this instant, we need this picture to send to your grandparents." his mother whined to him, waving for the young six year old Zane to join their family in front of the camera. Instead, Zane was too preoccupied by running in circles around the photographer while making a variety of noises. "If you come here and take the picture, I'll give you some more Chocolate Frogs." the 12 year old Leanna bargained. Zane nodded and complied, and they took their picture. His parents had always had problems trying to get their youngest son to behave like a Kennedy, even opting for some harsher punishments to try to get him in line. Leanna and Jayce always had better luck controlling the rambunctious young boy, but it was because somehow, despite the dark, cold nature of their parents, the two older siblings always showed him love and compassion- what he yearned for. "MERLIN'S BEARD ANABELLE GET OUT OF-" Zane raised his voice when he found the strength to, despite his insane date poking around in memories. He should have followed Leanna's footsteps and learned Occlumency. Once their parents began using Legilmency against their children as a form of punishment, shame and control, she quickly learned the art to avoid being toyed with. Anabelle smirked before pushing further into his mind. The ground outside was blanketed in white and the three Kennedy children stood, gathered around a box they had snuck out of their father's office. Zane was 8, Leanna was 14, and Jayce was 12. "I don't think we should mess around with it..." Zane frowned, but his older siblings laughed at his concern. "We aren't going to touch it- we aren't stupid you know. We just want to know why he always hides weird boxes in there..." Leanna said curiously, her hand hovering over the top of the box. She was a great fit for a Ravenclaw from what Zane had heard about the houses. Leanna opened the top of the box and peered inside, but suddenly she screamed and dropped the box onto the snowy ground holding face in her hands. "DON'T LOOK AT IT, DON'T LOOK!" She warned her brothers. Zane froze, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at his older sister. Between her fingers, he saw blood beginning to trickle down and drop onto the snow. Leanna dropped her hands, her eyes bleeding profusely and she remained screaming in pain. Jayce ran to get their parents in the house, and Zane didn't know what to do to help his sister who seemed like she was bleeding out. 8 minutes later his parents came running to their eldest daughter's aid. She was passed out in a pool of red and Zane was sobbing, thinking she was dead. Later on she was brought to St. Mungos where she remained unconscious. Zane didn't know what the healers were telling his parents, but he had never seen his parents shed a tear until then. "ANABELLE THAT'S ENOUGH YOU LUNATIC" Zane raised his voice more, his hands suddenly reaching and clutching the corners of the table. "Enough is enough when I say so." she replied coolly, going in for more. Zane was 13 and it was summer holidays, and he was watching the usual two men bring more and more boxes into his father's office. Ever since what had happened to Leanna, he had a strong disapproval of his father's obsession with Dark Arts. Once the men left, Zane slid into his father's office with a scowl on his face. "Father may I ask you a question?" he asked politely, his hands behind his back. "Go on, son, I have some time to spare." his father replied, his back turned as he carefully handled his boxes. "How do you live with yourself, bringing in these horrible, banned objects that could kill, even after your own daughter nearly died from one of them?" Zane spat at him, his face dark with anger and disapproval. His father turned around with his eyebrows raised. "Did I just hear you correctly? Are you questioning your father?" he asked with a blank expression, now staring into Zane's eyes. Zane nodded as fear slowly crept in. His father had always been a strong believer in unorthodox methods of discipline. His father pointed his want and smiled. "Crucio." he said with a delightful tone. Zane crumbled to the floor and his body twitched as he felt the most excruciating pain he had ever felt. He let out a wail, which brought his mother and a house elf scurrying towards the sound. They stopped in the doorway, frowning, knowing that there was nothing they could do to help without getting in the path of Mr. Kennedy's cold hard rage. He released Zane from the curse and Zane stumbled to his feet, his cheeks wet with involuntary tears. "I used this curse on the house elf because he dropped my cup of tea onto my lap. Say one word to the Ministry, and I will assure you that you will not like what Grandfather Kennedy will do to you." he threatened, turning back to his boxes and placing them in the attic above. Shortly after, Ministry officials came to their address with concern over the use of the Cruciatus curse. His mother and father both said their lines, and despite the disapproval, the Ministry left without arresting anyone. His father was well aware of the loophole concerning the curse- it was still legal if it was not used on a human being, and no one would ever know that from there on, Zane was the victim of that curse amongst many others as the new form of discipline. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Zane was 15 now, and he was still in his Slytherin robes as he entered the familiar room of St. Mungo's. He had just been released for Christmas holidays from Hogwarts, but this was his first stop before home. Leanna laid there, her eyes still bandaged and she was still unconscious- she hadn't woken up since they had brought her in years before. It was depressing that she was now 20 years old but she remained in her comatose state. The object she looked at was a cursed mirror, cursed to cause whoever looked at their reflection in it to bleed through their eyes until death. Their parents had subdued the curse to prevent death, but their daughter was now in a coma and the healers were positive that if she ever woke up, she would be blind. Zane visited her with his family during the holidays often, hoping that one of the days they would witness her waking up. His father walked into the room, his eyes stabbing Zane as he glanced about. Zane both hated and feared his father, as did the rest of his household. Jayce was lucky since he had finally gotten to move out and had been slowly separating himself from the Kennedys, but his mother and he remained trapped under his father's cold clutches. Zane wished he was back at Hogwarts, where he found solace. There he was a prefect and Quidditch keeper. He had also found comfort in the ladies, where he thrived with flirting or casual snogging sessions, once or twice even more...heated things. But he never let his relationships get too serious because he had learned that in order to deal with pain, he had to build a barrier and never let anyone in. He was a heartbreaker and he knew it, but it was for protection. "Anabe-" Zane stammered, sweat glistening on his forehead. He had experienced the exhaustion from prolonged sessions of Legilmency being used on him, and this would simply be one more experience he could add onto his list. "I'm almost done, I just need to know more" she nodded, going in for her final attack. Zane had graduated which was both a happy and scary time for him. He had passed school with amazing marks and all doors were open for him. The one he chose was not one his father would be happy with. He entered his home to see his mother and father waiting for him, smiling. "My son, a grown man and ready to take on the family business." his father smiled with a false sense of pride. Zane's heart began to beat faster but he kept quiet, not wanting to cause any problems for his family. "Come along, let's get started." his father waved for him to follow into his office, but Zane didn't move. "Father, I am going to work in the Ministry." he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His father stopped in his tracks and turned towards him with his eyebrows raised, just like he had years before. "Like hell you are." he spat, drawing his wand and casting a curse. This time, Zane was not going to be the victim. He would persevere. What his father didn't know that in Hogwarts, he had learned non verbal magic, wandless magic, and had become an excellent elementalist. He had surpassed his father's skills and he knew it. With a confident smirk, Zane waved his hand and deflect the curse. "No father, never again." he said, this time his voice stronger. His father's expression shattered, and the aging man looked genuinely surprised by his youngest son's actions. He shot more curses at him, and Zane waved them all off with ease. "Father, I don't want to hurt you." Zane warned, pulling his wand out and holding it out defensively. "You won't. You've always been the weakest link..." his father snarled, this time throwing the familiar red curses that he knew held excruciating pain. "No!" Zane shouted, flicking his wand once and causing his father' wand to fly from his hand. He cast another spell, this time knocking his father to the ground, and then another, the full body bind curse. Zane walked to his father where he laid motionless on the floor. Only his eyes moved. "You are never hurting my family again." Zane whispered. The Ministry officials came once again, alerted by the casting of the Cruciatus curses that his father had cast in the duel. Before Zane could confess to the Ministry about his father's dark ways, his mother stepped up and led them into another room. An hour later they emerged and lugged Mr. Kennedy off to Azkaban, and more officials came to confiscate his collection of dark objects. "Thank you." his mother smiled, hugging her son. "My baby boy, you have grown into an excellent man. I am so proud." she smiled as a tear rolled down her cheek. "ANABELLE ENOUGH." Zane roared, waving his hand and throwing Anabelle backwards into her chair. "I don't know who you think you are, but you are never going that again. Pay for your own date, you wench." he spat, pushing himself out of his chair with force. He turned to face her once more and waved his hand, performing a Bat Bogey hex on the crazy hag before he left, staggering out of the restaurant. He wasn't sure whether Anabelle was simply a deranged witch seeking all information she could get on her dates or if it was something more, but he didn't care. He refused to associate with anyone who took advantage of him like his father did. But little did he know that wasn't a coincidence that he had gone on a date with a skilled witch who sought to know every detail of his past. Nor did he know that his father had gained enemies through his black market business that would soon emerge in Zane's life... hey guys, my name is TIGER! and I am rocking it at 18 years old, role-playing for roughly MANY years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the EST time zone, and hail from USA so how about that! currently my character looks just like NICO TORTRELLA or so i am told! I found y'all at CAUTION 2.0 and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE, ELIJAH LEONARDO REYES, OPHELIA JADE O'HARE so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
