NAME ● Lark Ayah Avius. Charmed, I'm sure. Please don't give me any idiotic nicknames, Lark is plenty short.
AGE ● I'm seventeen years old this year, perfectly legal and capable.
GENDER ● I assure you I'm entirely male in spite of my appearance. But I'm not going to bend over backwards to prove it to you.
SEXUALITY● I'm very homosexual.
YEAR ● I am a seventh year, and head boy at that.
HOUSE ● I was sorted into Slytherin after some debate over Ravenclaw by the hat.
WAND ● My wand is a rather elegant thing, made of pitch black Ebony Wood. Although very rigid, its Doxy Wing Core had proven rather.... useful, to me and to my pursuits. It is nine and a half inches long, and tapers into a very fine point. If all else fails, I could easily stab someone to death with it. But I'd prefer not to do that, especially with the lovely little detailing carved into the handle. Blood would just ruin the effect of those little crevices. And, between you and I, it's actually a dual core, with Acromantula web woven in with the Doxy Wings. Officially, though, it has, simply, a Doxy core, and nothing else.
APPEARANCE ● Well I'm a thin sort, although not necessarily short. I'm about five and a half feet tall, and somewhat lanky. I have an average complexion that leans a tad paler than most, naturally dark hair that curls every now and again. My eyes are green and I have what some people describe as a 'long face - like a horse.' Which I just find insulting. But, in general, I dress in clothes which suit me. Formal or casual formal. I don't like looking sloppy and make an effort to present myself well. I'm an example, after all. And first impressions are important.
PERSONALITY ● I'm a self-serving, self-absorbed, self-centered Slytherin, but by damn, you will never know it. I'm the best liar that ever walked these halls, clever, calculating, and I have exactly the right amount of charm to pull it off. Through my sweet, sincere smile and adorable, occasionally awkward disposition, you'd never guess that underneath it all, I'm plotting your downfall. Oh no, not you specifically. Don't be so self-centered. That's my job. No, I mean the downfall of this school. This world! And with it, my own rise to glory. You know what they say about dreaming big. I'm going to have the world in my palm, one day, and no one and nothing will stand in my way. I'll lie, cheat, deceive, back stab.... do anything in the name of success. I'm not above using others... or allowing myself to be used, for a time, in order to get what I want. I'm a silver-tongued demon, if you will. Everything you ever see from me is a lie, unless you're one of the select few I've selected to serve as my accomplices in my rise to power. But, even then, don't expect the whole truth.
On the outside, I'm a slightly awkward, if somewhat bossy (on occasion) but otherwise well-behaved Head Boy. I follow the rules rules, but I'm not above some good old fun every now and then. Once or twice, I've even been known to use my positions of authority to help out a friend from trouble every now and then, or make sure professors didn't accidentally stumble upon whatever party some over-eager students were having. But I'm not all loose and fun! In the end, I am a businessman, at heart, and I like things to be done properly. I'm a nice guy, sterner with those whom I expect more from and more lenient and gentle with those stumbling first and second years. I don't smile terribly often, but I'm a very approachable sort. I'm always willing to listen, and if absolutely nothing else, I can keep a secret. I've been the confidante of many in my house, over the years, and I've never once let anything slip, not even to a rumors level. So I'm a well-respected, well-trusted Head Boy. I'm often found going through my own, personal research notes or lost in thought. But don't be scared to snap me out of it. After all, as the leader in my house, it is my duty to assist my peers.
What, you want the real scoop? Heh, all right, if you insist, but only this once! Every move I make, everything I do, every kind word, every secret kept, every bond and friendship made is calculated, a step towards a goal. A lord needs followers, doesn't he? Already, those I've surrounded myself with adore me. Some would already gladly give their lives in my name, and I've yet to even give them a cause other than my affections. I pick out those whose goals match my own and I subtly bring them close. I pick into their mind, become their best friend, find out every secret, every quirk, every bit of what makes them who they are and how they think. Then, when these lucky few have proven themselves to me, I make them a part of my ensemble. I'm a few strong thus far, and my influence will only expand. I play off of common unity. People who, for whatever reason, feel outcast, isolated, alone. Those are the easiest to manipulate, after all. I give these people my 'trust' i.e. the closest thing to the real me that anyone will ever know... and that's really not much. But to them! they've been given grand purpose in a spectacular design! They are loved, trusted, suddenly important. But how do I feel? I feel little for these people, however well I fake it. There are perhaps two, at most, whom I feel anything for. Even then, my emotions are in a small capacity. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even capable of feeling any greater passion for anyone, or anything, other than my own pursuit of power. Whoever is so fortunate as to actually earned my affections, I will undoubtedly take them with me to the top... unless, of course, they get in my way, oppose me. Certainly, destroying what few people I do truly care for would be saddening, but really, I'd get over it within a few days. I said it before; nothing will stop me. I'm exceedingly observant and an absolute expert at reading people. Another helpful little quirk is that I feel absolutely no empathy for any living creatures. I can fake it, but I don't feel it. It makes my job a lot easier.
BIOGRAPHY ● Growing up, all I ever heard about from my family was 'the Avius clan this' and 'the Avius clan that.' My family seemed obsessed with it. For being a 'clan' they were awfully small, at least what of them I knew. As far as I've ever been aware, no others exist. I've heard no other names, no distant relations... nothing. They tell me there are more, that there is an entire branch living in some far off place... but I don't believe them. There are my grandparents, three of them. My mothers father, and my fathers mother and father. Then there is my mother, and her brother, my uncle. He has two daughters, my cousins, but I don't see them much, thankfully. Lastly, there is my father, and there is me. Every one of my living relatives has had the name 'Avius' from the time of their birth, or so they tell me. All my grandparents, my parents... everyone. They claim to have once been a large and prosperous clan, before the Ministry of Magic ordered the genocide of their people. They tell me that the Ministry considered us 'dangerous'. Which, if all the stories they fed me as a child are true... well, it still wouldn't make a lot of sense. Anyway, to understand me, my life, and my way of thinking, you must first understand my family.
My father was never pleased. This constant has remained with me my entire life. But my mother was warm... gentle and loving and sweet. My uncle wasn't around much, but he was kind enough to me. In all honesty, it seems like my grandparents were the ones who raised me, my Grampa (on my mothers side) particularly. When my parents were away, doing whatever shady work it was they did, he would sit me down and entertain me, mostly with stories. All of which were about us, the prophetic Avius Clan. Here's how his favorite story went;
Avius are the only truly pure clan of wizards. And do you know why, my boy? We were never humans to begin with! The Avius, long ago, were in fact birds! We were a species, a beautiful race with rainbow-colored wings, razor talons, graceful and dangerous beaks, and the most beautiful song of any winged beast! The Avius were renowned above even the Phoenix in ancient times. We were legendary, mythical! Even in our bird-shapes we knew and could form the speech of humans, and sometimes we assisted them in their feeble magics. We were more adept with spells than any mortal hand, and lived for hundreds of years. We became human out of our sorrows. You see, dear boy, the ancient Avius pitied human wizards in all their frailty and weakness. The glorious birds would often befriend mortals, only to watch them grow old, to wither and die. Not even we, with all our great strength, could undo the sickness that was death. The prince of the Avius, our soon-to-be clan head, looked with sorrow upon a young wizard girl, for he loved her. But he knew that, as a mortal, she was doomed to die long before he. He couldn't bear the thought of living without her. So, with his great magic, which was even more powerful than that of his father, he transformed himself into a human. But, since the fate of the entire Avius race was bound to him, they were torn from their original shapes as well. Only his father, the Avius King, remained unchanged. Enraged with his son, he attacked him, slashing his throat and ending his short life as a human. The Avius mourned the loss of their Prince, and decided that the sacrifice of their godhood and their heir would no e wasted. Their King agreed with this, and ordered that to honor his sons sacrifice, the Avius would strive to better and serve the mortal wizards of the world. The Avius King lived on for hundreds more years, watching over his people and guiding them. He forbade them to marry or court mortals, as it would become their downfall as it had been for his first son. His younger son took care of the King until his death, and became the first human clan head. Just like you will be someday, my boy! Ever after that, we used our wisdom and power to help the wizards of this world. We've married only amongst our own kind, and done the best we can to survive. Pity the impure, boy! They're foolish, tainted and they are doomed to die long before we do! Someday you'll be the head of our clan, just like your father is now. Does that make you happy, little bird prince? Bah, you'll appreciate it when you're older. Anyway, the royal family split from the main branch (only physically, my boy, you are still the heir to our clan) to live apart from their persuasion and better understand the wizarding of mortals. But someday, my boy, someday we'll regain our ancient power, and return to the skies!
This story, among others, was vastly entertaining during my childhood. I enjoyed having my head filled with visions of flying through the air with great, rainbow-colored wings. But these days... let's just say that in my adulthood I've learned to recognize a crock of sh*t when I hear one. Despite my family's insistence that the Avius legends are real, I'm quite convinced that they're all fools. Except for my father, that is... He never tried to make me understand the legends and stories. He simply said 'Whether or not the stories are true is irrelevant. What is true is that we are the head of a major clan that needs our leadership and guidance. Being descended from god-birds has nothing to do with it." Then he would scowl deeper and tell me to do something more productive with my time than ask him tedious questions. He was always like that. Whenever he was home, he wanted nothing to do with me. He boarded himself up in his study when he wasn't out working. All I wanted was for the man to look at me... acknowledge me... tell me good night. In retrospect, I had it easy back then, when he ignored me. I should have been content.
When I got into school, all hell really broke loose. I learned that my father had incredibly high expectations for me. No son of his would be anything less than perfect, especially when it came to my schooling. I never did well under his supervision. I caved under the pressure, I passed out from stress. Everything that I could have done wrong, I did do wrong. I stayed at Hogwarts every holiday I could manage, almost dreading going home to face my father. He never hit me, or even raised his voice to me. He just... looked at me. With those bright, piercing eyes and that disapproving look. He'd lecture me in a calm, almost bored voice, tinged with anger and frustration, like an employer chewing out his employee in an entirely professional manner. I hated it, more than anything else in the world. The man didn't even need to say anything....
Then, in my fifth year, the pressure suddenly stopped. I was overjoyed, and at the same time, I felt like I'd lost a chance to prove that I was worth something. I was devastated, yet happy... it's too difficult to explain. I became the head of the Avius family, and I excelled. Without the constant, looming presence of my father to stifle me, I found that I could think calmly and logically. No nervousness pervaded my mind, and I could finally be successful. I was, too. I worked hard, studying history and the power behind ancient wizards. It didn't make sense, but.... I wanted to live up to my fathers standards. I wanted to be powerful, a force to be reckoned with. If, somehow, there was another branch of the Avius, I would become their leader, and a feared one at that! Someday I'd rule them, not only the Avius, everyone! I would be the powerful my wizard my father tried to mold me into. The problem was, I had no means by which to achieve this goal, aside from working my way through the Ministry of magic. Aside from my family being wholly against this (they still held the firm belief that the Ministry was trying to exterminate them, the paranoid freaks) I myself felt sickened by the idea. I was never sure why, but the idea made my blood boil and the hairs on my neck stand on end. I wanted to find a different course of action.
After some contemplation, I eventually reached a conclusion. Why rely on pre-existing groups? Single individuals had risen to absolute power before, completely by their own means. They amassed followers, and eventually swallowed whole the pre-existing form of government which preceded them. It was a universal truth of fact which had recurred throughout both wizard and muggle society. These leaders rallied those who were unhappy with there lot (there was never a lack of them, in any age). It might be difficult, but what I needed was to create my own sphere of power and influence! Rising up from the bottom, I would give those around me faith, and hope in a new and brighter future. Somewhere in my game, I became somewhat caught up in the act. To an extent, I really do believe that I can better the world. Really, no matter how badly it ended, all the great leaders of the past wanted to change the world for the better. They just went about it differently, sometimes radically. I would be a just and wise leader, and the Ministry would be washed away before my might. Someday this shall become a reality, even if it means slinking through the Ministry itself in order to gain their favor, if only to tear them apart from the inside. What I needed, though, was an edge. All the aspiration in the world wouldn't save me and my people without some sort of power to back me up, and manpower alone wouldn't do. It was at this point in my youth that I began a very extended, thorough search through my familys archives and the oldest libraries I could find. It took me an entire year of fruitless searching, but I finally found three books, each the fragment of a greater tome. It was the only piece of literature which mentioned the name 'Avius' as a clan or otherwise. This book did both. It alluded to a power which could be controlled and make its user into a veritable god. I'd only been thinking on a scale of, say, Minister of Magic... rather new patriarch. The Ministry was going to be eliminated. But being a god sounded even better. I did nothing for the remaining summer, and into the next year, but study those tomes, keeping them an absolute secret from everyone else. I learned the obscure, ancient language, the text, and even some of the dark magics it held. I keep these things close to me and continue to work on unlocking the mystery of the Bird of Life and Death alluded to in the book, as I have been for the last several years. I've gotten close to discovering the secret. I even have an artifact which I managed to conjure by figuring out a particularly nasty riddle in the book. It gives me exactly what I need.... an edge.
STRENGTHS ● When it comes to ancient texts, artifacts, and Magical History, I'm the best there is. By researching the past, I've found that there are some very old, very powerful magics that have practically disappeared from the rest of the world. I plan on resurrecting those ancient and powerful magics to use for my own benefit. I have a higher than average I.Q., and thusly I absorb information more quickly and efficiently than many of my peers. I may not be able to master spells quickly, but once I do, it has a real kick to it, making my magic more powerful than usual. I have an excellent work ethic that really helps me out as well. Oh, a quick side note, I'm an excellent liar. Well, no, that's an understatement. I am an absolutely flawless liar. Unlike some, not even staring into my eyes gives away my true intent. I am perfectly sincere and convincing with every word. And, this is indeed a strength, I am ambitious and, above all, very, unshakably determined.
WEAKNESSES ● Well, my wand (and perhaps my own personality) inhibits me from mastering new spells.... so I learn spells very slowly. For all my intelligence and thorough understanding of whatever the topic is, I simply have no knack for actually getting a hold of the new ones. Once I do, though-! Another, rather embarrassing habit which I really ought to have outgrown by now, is that sometimes, I.... cave under stress. Not speaking publicly or anything, but on occasion my nerves get to me. When this happens I become obsessive. I don't eat, I don't sleep, and eventually I pass out from exhaustion. It still happens sometimes when I'm stuck on a passage of one of my tomes, and even during testing seasons. Likewise, I've no knack for flying. It's rather sad, really, rather resembling a muggle on a bull. For some reason, I just can't do it. Ah, well. I suppose it also goes without saying that I'm rather lacking in my physical capabilities. If my wand is taken from me them... well.... It's around that time I call upon a loyal servant friend to come to my aid. And lastly..... well, this one is just a bit ridiculous, to be honest, but.... I'm an Ailurophobe. For the less educated of you, that means I have a persistent, irrational fear of cats. I just... can't.... stand the vile creatures!! Just keep them away from me. I think that covers everything.... oh, and I can't swim. Shove me in the lake and I swear to god, I will kill you in your sleep and no one will be the wiser.
GREATEST FEAR ● I've faced a boggart only once, in my D.A.D.A class. All I could see was my father, scowling down at me with that silent, disapproving stare.... and then it turned into a giant orange tabby cat that tried to eat me.
DEEPEST DESIRE ● I want what everyone wants... power. I can see myself standing above the masses, everyone in sight bowing down to me. Even my father; he's no match for me. No one can oppose me, can look down on me...
MISC. FACTS ● My Patronus takes the shape of an Andean Condor. Not that I use the patronus spell much.
I have a pet barn owl named Alphonse. I like his face.
MY CLASSES ● Herbology, Ancient Runes, History of Magic, D.A.D.A., Potions, Transfiguration
THEME SONG! ●
Waiting on the World - John Mayer
Monster - Lady Gaga.
► Karime Blackwing ◄
