___________________,,-'{ Arthur Zeek Doyle Findeler III }'-,,___________________
Hi, my name is
Arthur Zeek Doyle Findeler III
I'm a
Male
I work in
the Department of Mysteries, as an Unspeakable for the Hall of Prophecy
I'm 35 years old.
The house I was in was
Slytherin
Arthur Zeek Doyle Findeler III
I'm a
Male
I work in
the Department of Mysteries, as an Unspeakable for the Hall of Prophecy
I'm 35 years old.
The house I was in was
Slytherin
I may seem
Tentative and Commonly secretive
but I'm really
...a loving father, and once a devoted husband. Arthur is kind but strict and puts his family's well being above all else. He became a guiding light and source of compassion and caring for his son after his wife died, being thrust into both parental roles.
My background story is
Arthur Zeek Doyle Findeler; the third, met his wife his first day working for the Ministry of Magic. To this day, what he remembered most was her smile. He came to find out, she had enchanted the visual imapact of her smile to make her more approachable in her work, but still, that image of beauty remained anchored in his mind nonetheless. Everyday, he would pass by reception to that smile, honored on those days she shared a passing word with him on his way to the lift. Arthur was a secretive man, as all Unspeakables that worked on the ninth level of the Ministry of Magic were. Details concerning the department of mysteries were forbidden to leave that secret level, and Arthur enjoyed his work too much to compromise his position, so when he, a near complete stranger, took it upon himself to ask the lively woman at reception to dinner, it was no suprise that her normally captivating expression was robbed by one of bewilderment. Still, after an unsettling moment of uncertainty for Arthur, she agreed... And the rest is history so to speak.
They were married two years later, and gave birth to a son the year after that. Together, they worked to build a life in Westminister. They bought a small secluded sect of land, with a cool stream running along the eastern border of the grassy tree spotted property. Atop a gently hill, a two-story home was commisioned to contain two bedrooms, a living area, den, and kitchen. Together, they raised their son and for nine years, their family was the realization of the dream Arthur and his wife shared. It was all too good and pure to last, for in the end, their picture perfect life came to a tear jerking halt. His wife, and mother to his son, had died, and in truth only Arthur and his colleages at the DoM knew why. Sworn to secrecy, Arthur was forced to endure the true horror and grief of events he held himself responsible for, and he was forced to feel that truth alone.
The loss of what had been an anchor in their home, had a deepening impact on Arthur, just as it had Thomas, manifesting in him through a furthered intensity in his career pursuits. He took to locking himself away in his study for hours, sometimes days, working on his next project or debunking the next inconsistency in his field. I wasn't until his aged horned owl, baroque delivered his son's acceptance letter to Hogwarts that his depressive cloud seemed to lift and he was brought to a stark realization of what truly mattered in his life.
Tentative and Commonly secretive
but I'm really
...a loving father, and once a devoted husband. Arthur is kind but strict and puts his family's well being above all else. He became a guiding light and source of compassion and caring for his son after his wife died, being thrust into both parental roles.
My background story is
Arthur Zeek Doyle Findeler; the third, met his wife his first day working for the Ministry of Magic. To this day, what he remembered most was her smile. He came to find out, she had enchanted the visual imapact of her smile to make her more approachable in her work, but still, that image of beauty remained anchored in his mind nonetheless. Everyday, he would pass by reception to that smile, honored on those days she shared a passing word with him on his way to the lift. Arthur was a secretive man, as all Unspeakables that worked on the ninth level of the Ministry of Magic were. Details concerning the department of mysteries were forbidden to leave that secret level, and Arthur enjoyed his work too much to compromise his position, so when he, a near complete stranger, took it upon himself to ask the lively woman at reception to dinner, it was no suprise that her normally captivating expression was robbed by one of bewilderment. Still, after an unsettling moment of uncertainty for Arthur, she agreed... And the rest is history so to speak.
They were married two years later, and gave birth to a son the year after that. Together, they worked to build a life in Westminister. They bought a small secluded sect of land, with a cool stream running along the eastern border of the grassy tree spotted property. Atop a gently hill, a two-story home was commisioned to contain two bedrooms, a living area, den, and kitchen. Together, they raised their son and for nine years, their family was the realization of the dream Arthur and his wife shared. It was all too good and pure to last, for in the end, their picture perfect life came to a tear jerking halt. His wife, and mother to his son, had died, and in truth only Arthur and his colleages at the DoM knew why. Sworn to secrecy, Arthur was forced to endure the true horror and grief of events he held himself responsible for, and he was forced to feel that truth alone.
The loss of what had been an anchor in their home, had a deepening impact on Arthur, just as it had Thomas, manifesting in him through a furthered intensity in his career pursuits. He took to locking himself away in his study for hours, sometimes days, working on his next project or debunking the next inconsistency in his field. I wasn't until his aged horned owl, baroque delivered his son's acceptance letter to Hogwarts that his depressive cloud seemed to lift and he was brought to a stark realization of what truly mattered in his life.
I enjoy
Books, his work, family, the moon, and the Daily Prophet
I despise
Inconsistent time and space annomolies, house elves, the new moon, oriental style food, the current head of the department of mysteries.
I look like
Arthur
My wand is a
12'' Blackthorn; Manticore hair
My pet is a
Pays for resources concerning the care of his son's cat, and niece's toad. Keeps an old carrier owl for mail and contact with the ministry named Baroque.
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you!
Only a few weeks ago, I heard my wife's voice while in my study. I searched for the source of the sound, only to come up empty handed with one more mystery to solve.
Books, his work, family, the moon, and the Daily Prophet
I despise
Inconsistent time and space annomolies, house elves, the new moon, oriental style food, the current head of the department of mysteries.
I look like
Arthur
My wand is a
12'' Blackthorn; Manticore hair
My pet is a
Pays for resources concerning the care of his son's cat, and niece's toad. Keeps an old carrier owl for mail and contact with the ministry named Baroque.
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you!
Only a few weeks ago, I heard my wife's voice while in my study. I searched for the source of the sound, only to come up empty handed with one more mystery to solve.
Essy
