Archer Grayson

[archer]

ARCHER DONOVAN GRAYSON ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Archer Donovan Grayson
( NICKNAMES ) : Arch-Only very close friends are afforded the right to call him Arch. All others are only to call him Archer or Grayson. Or Slytherin Prince if Archer deems it obligatory.
( SEX ) : Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pureblood
( AGE & DOB ) : 18, December 2nd
( YEAR ) : 7th Year...again.
( HOUSE ) : Slytherin
( AFFILIATION ) : Death Eater
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( WAND ) : 12”, Dragon Heartstring, Dogwood

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) : The Death Eaters, The Dark Lord, Potions, Power, Fame, Quidditch, A Challenge, Purebloods, Women, Dueling
( DISLIKES ) : Mudbloods, Halfbloods, Blood Traitors, Cats, Charms, Transfiguration, People Who Talk Too Much, Gryffindor, Reading, Being Alone
( STRENGTHS ) : Brute Strength, Manipulation, Outgoing, Flying, Driven to Succeed
( WEAKNESSES ) : Dangerous, Temperamental, Easily Angered, Studying
( AMORTENTIA) : Leather, Burnt Wood, Pumpkin Juice, and, oddly enough, Soap Bubbles
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : His Dead Father and Dead Lord Voldemort...
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : The day that his father told him that he was worthy to be accepted into Death Eater-dom. It was always his goal to be a Death Eater and fight against the wizarding world. Even though the war hasn’t ended, Archer is determined not to let go of his values.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Watching his father be killed during the Battle Of Hogwarts.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : The rise of himself as the next Lord of the Wizarding World.
( PERSONALITY ) : Archer is strong-willed as well as brute forced. He may not be very intelligent, but he has the drive that he knows will take him where he needs to go. He knows what he wants and he’s not afraid to step on everyone else to get it. In fact, he wants to step on everyone else to get what he wants. That’s just the way that he is.

He loves attention and does whatever he can to get it, including starting trouble just for the sake of someone noticing. He’s a Slytherin through and through - manipulative and unfriendly to people he hates, and charming and witty to those that he does like. Archer loves women and everything about them. He loves getting their attention, but can’t seem to commit himself to any one. He’s rather touch-and-go when it comes to the ladies.

With the death of his father still close at hand, Archer has become even more determined to be the next Dark Lord of the Wizarding World. With the fall of Voldemort still fresh in his mind as well as the death of his father and many of the men that he called friends, Archer has become even more determined to prove himself worthy of this new age. He’s going to start another revolution, as soon as the time is right and the world is ready.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : Blonde hair that is slightly longer and shaggy. Archer doesn’t keep his hair very tamed, but rather a carefully casual disarray of awesomeness.
( EYES ) : Bright blue/green eyes that really stand out from the rest of his features.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : A strong chin and jawline, slightly larger than average nose, nothing else notable.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Muscular; Archer is all muscle and not much else. From just looking at him, people know not to mess with the hardcore Slytherin.
( ATTIRE ) : Archer likes whatever is comfortable. Not much of a flashy guy himself, he likes being the center of attention, but doesn’t like knowing that his clothes are what put him there. He’s most comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt and maybe his old leather jacket.
( PLAY-BY ) : Chris Hemsworth

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) :
Troy Grayson, Death Eater, 47, Deceased
Savannah Grayson, Death Eater, 42, On the Run from the Order
( SIBLINGS ) : Anastasia Kathryn Grayson, 21, Ministry of Magic Intern
Theodora Marilyn Grayson, 15, 4th Year, Slytherin
( OTHERS ) : Summer Cresswell, Cousin, Hufflepuff, 6th Year
( HISTORY ) : Archer was born to his two Death Eater parents right on the outskirts of the First Wizarding War. His parents were already heavily involved in the war that was brewing, and the pair of them never gave up hope that the Dark Lord was still lurking in the shadows waiting for the right moment to strike. For Archer, that meant that he grew up with values that were so instilled in him about pureblood elitism and domination, that he would never think anything else about them. He learned from the get-go that unclean blood meant unfit to live and has followed that to a t ever since he was a small boy.

He was obviously sorted into Slytherin when the time came for him to go to Hogwarts. And during his third year, his father told him that he was ready to embark on the journey to become a Death Eater. Although he was never fully-marked, both his father and mother considered him to be an indispensable part of the community, as did the Dark Lord.

However, when the battle of Hogwarts came around, Archer’s family was split up, his father fighting alone. The man lost his life to Minvera McGonegall and since then, Archer hasn’t been able to forgive the Headmistress. The only reason that he returned to Hogwarts this year was so that he could exact his revenge on the unfit and untamed Headmistress. As well as to pick up a few mates who still held out hope for a new revolution.

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : Quinn
( AGE ) : 20
( EXPERIENCE ) : Loooong Time!
( CONTACT INFO ) : PM
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( CODE WORD ) : Alohomora
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : From another site:

Padfoot normally loved the Halloween season. There was so much mischief and terrorizing to be had that it was hard not to. It was a holiday that was made for tricksters and pranksters alike. It was a holiday made for Sirius Black.

However, this year, he knew that things would be a little different. For one, Hogwarts had decided to hold a ball which meant, his pranking would have to be virtually put on hold. Sirius was indifferent toward the idea of a ball, if he was being completely honest. On one hand, he got to dance with as many girls as he wanted throughout the course of the evening without suffering any sort of ill looks. Secondly, he didn’t have to go with a date. It seemed more of a casual ball than anything, so him showing up solo wasn’t all too uncommon. Which pushed him back to thought number one - he was able to dance with whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And that was exactly what he intended to do. However, on the other hand, it meant that if he found someone that he wanted to spend the entire evening - highly unlikely unless a certain Hufflepuff had made it to the ball - then he would be forced to give up her company because you couldn’t just hold one person hostage...especially if they weren’t your date.

He rolled his eyes and then looked in the mirror of the Gryffindor Common room. This was the last time that he sent Peter out to pick up his costume. Wormtail had picked up something completely wrong. Sirius had specifically stated that he wanted to go as Batman this year to the ball, but apparently that wasn’t in the cards this season. Worms had come back with a costume that resembled that of a regal prince. Sirius turned slightly to the side to survey how his backside looked in the costume. Alright, for a mistaken purchase, it certainly made his assets look good. He grinned at himself in the mirror and then headed on his merry way to the Ball that was being held in the Great Hall.




”Well, well. Look what we have here.”

[/b]Sirius said as he reached the Great Hall. Instead of the normal, tame and pompous sort of balls that went on here, it seemed as if the entire school was in rebellion. Everyone was jumping up and down and it rather resembled a rave to him. He grinned to himself, being taken in by a pair of girls that were standing near the edge of the mosh pit. They screamed something at him, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying over the loud thumping of the Wizard Rock.

It was then that he saw her. Or at least he thought it was her. From underneath a head of curls, he couldn’t be quite sure. Whoever she was looked like she was having the time of her life and she was....most certainly alone. He felt a lopsided grin appear on his face as he pushed his way toward her, leaving the two girls at the beginning of the congregation to fend for themselves. They weren’t worth his time right now, not when he saw someone that could possibly be Serafina Kaper. He finally made it closer to her and took a couple of moments to survey her.

Yes, it was definately Fina. But her hair looked different. Tamed and beautiful, like he had never seen it before. He felt the grin on his face grow a little larger as he watched her. She looked so fearless, any trace of weakness from a couple nights before had vanished into thin air. This was the girl that he had fallen in love with all those years ago, the one who didn’t have a care in the world and just wanted to have a good time, ”Fins!” [/b] He tried to shout above the deafening noise. He knew that she probably wouldn’t have heard him, so he settled for the next best thing: He stole forward and placed his hand around her waist, pulling her toward him so their bodies were pressed tightly together. He brushed some hair behind her ear and bent down to whisper, ”I owe you a dance.” [/b] His voice was just loud enough to be audible, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.[/quote][/font][/size][/blockquote]

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