Jul 9, 2024 18:07:50 GMT
ALEXEI AURINKO
THIRTY FOUR FEBRUARY 20th UNEMPLOYED GRYFFINDOR PUREBLOOD KNOCKTURN | PERSONALITY: What makes a person a person? Is it the string of traits for which they are known. That combination of quirks and values which makes them, them? Or, is it the body, the blood of ancestors which flows in their veins and a name on an ID? When someone dies, are they still them? I mean, we all know who Alexei was. He was that girl in the back of Knockturn always wearing that well meaning smile that made strangers wonder how those bright eyes survived amidst those shadows. The bad dye job with the bad puns at inappropriate moments. The Gryffindor always speaking of honour and doing that pesky ol’ ”right thing”. Dedicated wife, mother figure, lover of cinnamon buns and deep red tones. The solicitor in cheap suits with burns up her arms from diner work as a teenager to pay for her education who was fired when her boss found her stealing the old produce at the end of a day and giving it out to the homeless. A damn sap. She was never destined to survive this hard world, and she didn’t. But she survived a whole lot longer than anyone thought she might. Alex doesn’t laugh with people now. Sometimes on a dark night you can hear her chuckling with unnamed shadows and dark tidings. Often, she seems confused by people around her, those who live long enough to be worth her consideration – not quite believing they are real. She has grown brooding, watchful, and often times paranoid. Conversations move too quickly for her to follow easily, and her mood seemd to sit upon an ever-shifting sand, blunted and irregular, the promise of violence just beneath a calm surface. Alex has become an animal of survival. Too long in the dark, in agony, her driving motivation has become the search for anything to satiate that gnawing biting hunger. Anything. Just make the pain stop. ASPIRATION: While immortal, Alex has little concept of the future these days, her feet planted firmly in the present. Aspiration requires thought, and there is little rolling around in that head beyond simple primal need. In theory, if Alex was still Alex she might want for his humanity. For her family. To collect the remnants of her life and return to what used to matter. But these things seem small and far away now, and she rarely can hold onto such a coherent thought. | LIKES: - The smell of hot coffee. Something about it reminds her of home, but in a good way. - Animals, something warm that does not ask too many questions. - Well fitting robes. - Summer rain showers. - Walking in nature. - Feeling full. - Good books about plucky adventurers. - Beings she can’t hurt, there are not many. DISLIKES: - The colour red had once been her favourite. It has since lost it’s lustre. - Eyes. They’re always so judging. Watching. - Dirt, soil, the underground. - Guilt, it’s always there, her humanity always bloody gnawing at her. - The living. - Doctors. - The dark. - Bright lights. |
FAMILY MEMBERS. | Paris Aurinko - husband Dio Amadori - child Vito Brando & Hawthorne Huntington - step siblings Mr. & Mrs.. Burke - parents Heather Stewart - sister Burke twins - siblings Dante Burke - baby brother |
CHILDHOOD. | It seems so long ago now. The irrelevant history of a long dead person whose name is etched on the sides of memorials representing those lost to the strange greed gripping the upper class these days. A different name actually, when you remember Alexei Burke would become Alexei Aurinko following her marriage, plunging her childhood into further irrelevance. Alex, or the creature now inhabiting the body of Alex, does not like to acknowledge their childhood. They are not so convinced it ever was their childhood. Still, some shattered memories remain rattling about in that head of theirs. Memories of a fresh faced child protected from the worst of their darkened corner of the globe by an overbearing father and simply terrifying mother. There was an innocence at that time, an immaturity that made reconciling their safety with the pain and poverty which bordered their happy world difficult for the growing girl. Days were spent racing after friends on some fortuitous adventure – Monday they were space cadets fighting aliens, by Thursday they were aurors solving the case of the missing cookies. Some afternoons she would sneak his icky vegetables to starving men sleeping under stairwells and doorways where she thought her mother would not catch her, and others she would forget their existence entirely. It was not an unhappy childhood exactly, but armed with an adult mind looking back there are moments of sadness the younger self could not comprehend and now appreciates under the veil of guilt. Being the eldest Burke she found her family sometimes mean, but never cruel to her. Alexei never wanted for much growing up, she had love, and food and shelter. All things she would later learn were not so common for the children of Knockturn, rainy afternoons of playing snakes and ladders on the kitchen table with her sister, while her father exercised his Crucio skills on some hapless mook in the back room. She had the benefit to hate certain foods when they were served, and the security of being a Burke where no cretin in Knockturn would dare harm her, least they face the full force of his families men. It wasn’t bad, but bad things happened. |
SCHOOL YEARS. | School was a time of extraordinary change for the young woman. No longer the little princess at her fathers side Alexei’s arrogant side was brow beaten by unphased peers with brash attitudes and unfettered tongues. She learned quickly, albeit not as quickly as she might have, that she could no longer demand from people what she once had. That a certain amount of cooperation was required. As might be obvious given this situation, it took some time for Alexei to make friends, often finding herself an aggressor at odds with the rest of the student body and an ego which demanded she be seen as not a peer, but their better. It would take almost five years of maturing, rumours, and being at odds to start making friends outside of the Burke siblings who had trickled in slowly to Hogwarts following her own sorting ceremony. It happened in the form of a Slytherin boy, her sisters boyfriend at the time. A bad play at quidditch practice and a nasty injury while Alex had been reading under a near by tree. Alex had always had a knack for healing spells, and in the absence of any responsible adults near by she had seen the boy patched up and carted to the hospital wing by himself. It resulted in a strange sense of responsibility toward him. A great many strange things followed. O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S and a weak stomach for inflicting pain had the family pinning their hopes on Alex to be the sibling that kept clean. The one to go legit. The member who would go to school and learn how to deal with trouble when trouble knocked. Alexei didn’t mind. Magical law was often times dull, but impossibly useful, and by keeping awake where her fellow pupils slumbered under the dull tones of their professors Alexei paved a lucrative path forward for herself. |
ADULTHOOD. | University was a blur of exams, energising potions, parties, and late night study sessions that ended as often with her and her partner actually studying as it did them giving up and finding themselves in bed together. It was a good time. A time when Alexei stepped away from being a Burke, and started to experience life as who she might have been had the backdrop to her life been different. There was a time to strong arm, but Alex ended up softening too quickly, and healing any damage she inflicted almost as quickly as it has been done. Sheltered, that was what his Da said, she had been raised too sheltered and now was nothing but goo and good intentions. Beyond the small comments, Alex wasn’t too terribly inconvenienced by her own faults. After all, she managed to turn it into her greatest strength – managing to be the first Burke to not only finish university, but to intern in the ministry itself. Keep your enemies close I hear. It was here she would meet another branch of unfeeling cruelty. Not the overt strong hand of her father and uncle, but the insidious corruption which poisoned every branch of the bureaucratic nightmare created in the centre of London by sycophants and weak willed bystanders. Discrimination, dismissal, and sometimes abject humiliation were only the tip of the iceberg of the injustices witnessed during her training. It was become a part of the ever churning machine, or take a risk and try to throw a wrench in the works – and Alex was not a Gryffindor for nothing. Which was how a twenty-something solicitor found herself standing before her own little office on the corner of Knockturn and never so much as suffered a broken window. She took every care – the clear cut to the clearly insane. She lost many, but the ones she won were worth the fight. Alex could not run the outfit alone, and so began to slowly accumulate staff, an eclectic group of the intelligent but disenfranchised. This was how Alexei came to take a chance on a data entry clerk who was a squib, with a name as important as Aurinko. The rest, as they say, was history – the dance, the affair, the wedding. A little boy named Dio, and an old friend Alex had once dismissed out of hand. Nine years of commitment and love. And then, Alex died. No, that’s not quite right, that makes it sound like it was quick. It was a ten month horror show in the depths of an accona tunnels. Some things she remembered, many she did not, but each left her scarred and a little less. Until there was nothing left. Except for the biggest problem – she didn’t stay dead. Or something did not stay dead. Was that something Alex? Who can say? Was it always like this – or had there been some time where hope had existed, only to be eroded away by years of dirt and empty space. The body trapped in some alcove amid the bones of the more fortunate. Days passed. The walls did not speak back. Months passed. The walls started to reply. Years passed. And then a light. Some person, shuffling through her crypt made a fatal mistake, and opened the caged door. |
Special Situations
Does your character have any disabilities that would make it harder for them to function in a magical society?
Sort of – while not physically or mentally disabled – it would be stretching it to call Alex functional.
Lets go with “Sometimes lucid.” She’s been through hell and back, even ‘dying’ once, and is deeply traumatised as a result.
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Sort of – while not physically or mentally disabled – it would be stretching it to call Alex functional.
Lets go with “Sometimes lucid.” She’s been through hell and back, even ‘dying’ once, and is deeply traumatised as a result.
PLEASE REVIEW THIS THREAD FOR MORE INFORMATION: HERE
RP SAMPLE (200 words min.)
They could all be prats sometimes. Nate flitted about like a nervous mother about her chicks, and Paris stormed about and broke stuff. The important part was they didn’t experience anger the same way, and it meant that whatever did happen one of them would be there to look out for Tec. This time, it was Paris’s turn.
And it went without saying he was incredibly proud of how well Tec was able to sign now. With one big hand he reached down and ruffled Tec’s hair ”You can go, but you got to tell me where first so I know you’re safe.” He reminded the kid, knowing it wasn’t in his nature to check-in and they were about to go somewhere Paris didn’t know well ”Just keep it in mind if someone starts – these purebloods can be weird.” He paused then, looking at Tec appraisingly ”You could be one of them for all we know.” Paris made a note to look into Tec’s family – with his sons permission of course. They would eventually need to get a medical history if nothing else. ”Nate’s too chicken CENSORED to tell them he’s come to the darkside with us.” Paris smiled, he didn’t see the point of hiding that from Tec. Better the kid hears it from him than some stuffy parent.
Tec might be able to hold his own, but Paris was not about to depend on that. He was in full guard dog mode, and had no problem telling any of Nate’s family where they should shove it if he had to.
The last thing Paris had to grab was his book. Otherwise it was going to be a long game of telephone for everyone all weekend. He tossed it to Nate, not trusting he could hold the portkey and the book at the same time without losing it. Dammit Nate, he hated portkeys. They were almost as bad as aparating. Almost. Little Tec didn’t even think twice.
After a moment of hesitation, one hand on Nate’s arm, he grabbed the key. They were sent flying through a whirlwind of everything and nothing, and all Paris could do was cling for dear life. His hand slipped from the key, but he was holding on tightly enough to likely leave a bruise on Nate’s arm, and when they landed he completely failed to interpret the signs Nate was speaking before his partner stalked off toward the booking. Paris waves him on, he knew Nate was eager and he took his time following after them until he was sure he wasn’t going to lose the coffee that morning. He at least had the foresight not to eat before doing that.
And it went without saying he was incredibly proud of how well Tec was able to sign now. With one big hand he reached down and ruffled Tec’s hair ”You can go, but you got to tell me where first so I know you’re safe.” He reminded the kid, knowing it wasn’t in his nature to check-in and they were about to go somewhere Paris didn’t know well ”Just keep it in mind if someone starts – these purebloods can be weird.” He paused then, looking at Tec appraisingly ”You could be one of them for all we know.” Paris made a note to look into Tec’s family – with his sons permission of course. They would eventually need to get a medical history if nothing else. ”Nate’s too chicken CENSORED to tell them he’s come to the darkside with us.” Paris smiled, he didn’t see the point of hiding that from Tec. Better the kid hears it from him than some stuffy parent.
Tec might be able to hold his own, but Paris was not about to depend on that. He was in full guard dog mode, and had no problem telling any of Nate’s family where they should shove it if he had to.
The last thing Paris had to grab was his book. Otherwise it was going to be a long game of telephone for everyone all weekend. He tossed it to Nate, not trusting he could hold the portkey and the book at the same time without losing it. Dammit Nate, he hated portkeys. They were almost as bad as aparating. Almost. Little Tec didn’t even think twice.
After a moment of hesitation, one hand on Nate’s arm, he grabbed the key. They were sent flying through a whirlwind of everything and nothing, and all Paris could do was cling for dear life. His hand slipped from the key, but he was holding on tightly enough to likely leave a bruise on Nate’s arm, and when they landed he completely failed to interpret the signs Nate was speaking before his partner stalked off toward the booking. Paris waves him on, he knew Nate was eager and he took his time following after them until he was sure he wasn’t going to lose the coffee that morning. He at least had the foresight not to eat before doing that.
OOC INFO
Alias: Naomi
Other Characters: Paris Aurinko & Rio Aurinko
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Other Characters: Paris Aurinko & Rio Aurinko
Activity Check:
The first 5 characters are free. No waiting period or any activity requirement.
DO NOT REMOVE: Your application will be looked over as soon as possible. Please do not ask any of the admins to look over your application unless it has been two days (48 hours) since you've finished the application. You have three weeks to finish the application, or it will be archived. If this happens, you're free to apply again.
