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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Jan 3, 2008 20:39:59 GMT -5
Aesir walked alongside the Headmistrss, grinning like a fool.
A lucky fool, thank you.[/color]
He held Elsbeth's arm as he looked about Hogsmeade. "Well, after all this time I'm looking forward to when we can sit down and enjoy each others company. Been a few months you'd promised, my dear. And I've been hopin' it would be an unforgettable evening."
He dared to slip his arm around her waist. "So, tell me. Should I call you Elsbeth, or Headmistress? Cuz if so, then I'd like ter be called Sir. Makes me feel dignified." he said jokingly.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 9, 2007 16:16:50 GMT -5
He sat upon the broom, looking out to the lake where the moonlight shimmered across. First year student's were guided to the boats by some of the House Prefects who cautioned them aboard, and told them things would be alright. Several of the boats pulled out once they were full, the oars rowing away as though someone were using them. Students looked at the magical boats with fear and awe.
Aesir felt the same trepidation building in his chest as he urged the broom across the lake's surface, his boots barely touching the surface of the water and left ripples in their wake. It wasn't until a few minutes forward he caught a glimpse of the enourmous castle perched on the the cliffs of what almost looked like an island.
There were only a select few times where Aesir was struck speechless; this was one of them.
He hovered above the surface of the lake, simply staring at the archaic structure with childlike amazement. This was going to be his home for a while. This was where he'd fly for a living.
This was a dream come true.
With his devilish grin resurfacing, and bubbling laughter erupting from him, he gave one loud whoop of joy as he began to laugh in earnest joy. He proceeded towards the building at full speed, barreling his way towards Hogwarts and expressing his utter joy hrough his flight, twisting and twirling in the air in a flight of happiness.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 8, 2007 23:19:57 GMT -5
Finally! Can't wait to feel the breeze. I hate compartments.
Aesir all but ran off the train, he was so eager to get off and take to the sky once more. As soon as he walked out of the communal transport, he casually swung the broom over his shoulder and sat on it.
He glided along the area, taking it all in, and nodding appreciatively to the surrounding area. Finally, tired of being in the hustle and bustle of the prepubescant horde, he lifted off the ground at a decent height and began to follow the first years towards the lake in order to reach Hogwarts with them.
Why not? It was his first year too.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Oct 30, 2007 11:26:34 GMT -5
Character Name: Aesir MacLeod (pronounced Azer McCloud) Character Age: 25 years old Wand: Willow, 8 inches, gryphon heartstring core Pet (if any): - Where did you attend school? Home schooled What House were you in (If applicable)? - Family History (Go into detail, if possible):Born in Scotland, Aesir grew up the second oldest in a family of five children. His father, Kenneth, was one of the men in charge of one of the businesses producing the brooms for the major league quidditch matches and allowed his family to live in the lap of upper-middle class luxury. It wasn't until the years of Voldermort's return his family began to crumble. Kenneth, and Aesir's older brother, Erroll, were both working as Death Eaters. His father began shipping some for the best brooms to the followers of the Dark Lord in order for them to find Potter with more ease, and to be in Voldermort's good graces for assisting him. Erroll joined because he wanted to make a name for himself, to be distinguished from the rest of his muggle mother and sisters, and his squib brother. When Voldermort fell, his brother went into hiding and his father was arrested by Aurors soon after, leaving Aesir to take care of his father's business. The vice president, Gordon MucCullough, took over, promising Aesir a position in the company when he was old enough. Since Aesir was a Squib without any wizarding ties, Gordon took Aesir under his wing. He managed to get home schooled while his mother was at work, and allowed Aesir to fly some of the models that were being produced. To his surprise, Aesir proved a natural ace when it came to flying. At the age of sixteen, he was accepted into the company and helped in the Reasearch and Developement department. After flying several new models, the company's value was restored and unforunately, was taken over by another company, replacing the president of the company with a blockhead American. Aesir was soon fired after he refused to develope some cheaper, lower quality mass market brooms and found himself working soon after as a a referee in the major league quidditch games for several years. Yet again, he found himself fired after accidentally being caught having an affair with one of the Quidditch player's. The embarrasing story was not made public, but only so long as he was fired. So, with his curiousity getting the best of him, he decided to make an application to Hogwarts. He decided to find out what the place so many wizards mocked him for never going to was all about. Physical Description:Aesir is a very handsome man, with a fiery red hair, soft brown eyes and a devilish smile. He's of average height, but with a sprinter's build. Personality Description: (Go into detail, if possible)Some say he's an arrogant, self centered, womanizing, brash flight jock with a ego big enough to choke a dragon. Aesir usually laughs and condescendingly responds "Oh, you're so cute when your jealous." He can also be dedicated, persistent, and professional. Mostly when it concerns flying though. He is usually a rather likeable jokester, prone to bouts of occasional arrogant boasts, but has the heart in the right place. But woe betide anyone who every makes fun of someone because they aren't as magically adept as others. Especially if people make fun of squibs. Strengths:Expert flyer, extremely dexterous and fast, quick reflexes and a rather intelligent person (although one would never really think it so) Weaknesses:He's a squib, can have a temper concerning bullies (especially when squibs are involved), has a weakness for women. Why would you like to teach at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"Because, I'm the best there is out there and I wouldn't mind teachin' wee kids on how to fly stick. Ye'll hardly find anyone out there with the credentials I have. It's up to you to decided wether ye'd like Hogwarts ter have the finest Flight 'structor round. Otherwise, I hear Beauxbatons is hiring..." What would you like to teach?Flying Have you had any prior experience (In character, and on other sites)? "Well, I done work on the Reasearch team as a test flyer for the Cumulo Nimbus Co. and helped design the Sparrowhawk, Lightning Bolt 250, the Sunbeam, and the Moonshadow. I'm also licensed to fly and teach with all the brooms up to date and I've also spent some time as a Major League Quidditch referee. I've been flying all me life, and it's what I do best. I guarantee, ye ain't ever gonna find a soul better at flying than I am. And I wouldn't mind imparting some of my know how to students." Please give us an example RP: Head notwest for 10 klicks until ye reach the river, follow it up a few more klicks until ye crest the hills...The wind whipped his short cloak and hair around furiously as his broom zoomed along close to the ground at a breakneck speed. His knuckle gloved hands held tightly to the wood as his body gently nudged it along, weaving through trees like a sewing needle. He sped a little lower to the ground, realizing he would hit branches soon if he continued his current flight path and finally broke through the tree line. The large rocky hill before him obstructed the view of what was beyond it and so he flew to the crest. Quickly, he pulled the broom left and brought himself to a rapid halt. He could only let out one long whistle as he pulled his goggles up. " That's impressive." he muttered to himself. His broad toothy grin surfaced onto his face as he placed his goggles back down, and let out a laugh of sheer joy and excitement at see Hogwarts castle at last. Without a moment to lose, he lowered himself onto his broom once again, and sped across the surface of the lake. This is gonna be fun.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 6, 2008 19:06:50 GMT -5
Aesir squeezed back. "I'm happy I'm alright too." he added softly, wincing a bit and trying to grin. "I think I need some rest..."
He closed his eyes again, trying to relax some more amidst the noise and hustle around him.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 6, 2008 18:09:33 GMT -5
Once Aesir drank the potion, he began to calm almost immediately. He still occasionally twitched in pain until he looked up to the black doctor and frowned. His eyes were still closed as he smiled.
"Elsbeth, I knew I could count on ye. My hero, now come here so I can-" he said until he opened his eyes and blinked in confusion.
"Uh...Well, thass embarrasin'. Mind knockin' me out so I can think this was just part of a dream and I wasn't trying ter seduce yer, Doc?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 5, 2008 14:51:20 GMT -5
His brief, nightmarish entrance into reality soon ended as he was slowly calmed by Elsbeth. He fell into an uneasy, fitful state of sleep, whimpering and mumbling on occasion from the pain of his wounds.
Both mental and physical.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 5, 2008 14:35:22 GMT -5
He gulped back a cry of pain, shutting it behind clenched teeth. His one good eye fluttered by Elsbeth for a moment and he seemed to calm down some, but still held firmly in the palm of panic.
"Elsbeth, please, please. Make it stop, make them go away. It hurts...why do they keep wanting to hurt me? Oh, God...Our Father, who art in Heaven...hallowed be thy name-" he twitched and cried out in pain some more. "Make them go away, Elsbeth. Please, make them stop..."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 5, 2008 14:12:07 GMT -5
Aesir thrashed and screamed all the more when Elsbeth levitated him. His strength was soon sapped. As he landed on the bed, he was already a moaning heap, still choking back terrified sobs.
"No more magic! Stop, please! I'm beggin' ye, Kenneth! Don't hurt me!I don't wan ter die!"
He was delirious, in a state of complete and utter terror. Feebly, he shuffled around in the bed, trying to flee from his invisible assailant, but he'd occasionally twist and cry out in pain when he'd aggravate his wound again.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Feb 5, 2008 13:14:39 GMT -5
It's a shame they didn't finish ye off boy. It'd've been a noble way ter die, killed by a wizarding world creature instead of some stupid flyin' test ye seem so keen on.
Really, Aesir, you couldn't even die properly. Ye ran with yer broom tuck between yer legs like some wee sissy. Big brave man ye are, making our family proud like that.
Come on! Ye know I can't even-
Shut up! Ye think we want ter hear any of yer pathetic, shameful, Squib excuses? Ye're nothing but a pitiful stain on our family name! I wish we could have been lucky enough that ye were killed! No! Instead, there ye are still livin', still able ter disgrace the reputation of our family!
Ye know, I kinda wish I'd have gone through with some of them threats when we were younger. Maybe let ye stay in the attic a while longer, all petrificused like that until ye starved, or maybe make ye choke on a blasting curse. Ye know, I heard of this one curse that actually dissolves all of yer flesh of slowly, that'd have been fun...I think the Dark Lord would have been pleased to know a pathetic abomination like yerself was eliminated.
We could have been so much more because of you.
Now we're nothing.
We're as good as dead.
And we'll be waitin' for ye...
In his nightmare, he saw something, heard something roar and leap at him, knock him to the ground. In a horrified moment, Aesir bolted upright, screaming.
"Get it away from me, get it off! It's gonna kill me! It's gonna-"
He franticly backpedaled and fell from the bed, landing on the floor. His wounds flared in pain as he landed and he screamed out in agony.
Aesir was screaming incessantly, in both pain and delusions, until he finally broke down into terrified sobs.
"I don't want ter die! Stop it! Leave me alone! Why won't ye leave me alone! I never done nothing wrong! Stop it! Oh, GOd, please have mercy, it hurts so much...!"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 11, 2007 15:55:22 GMT -5
"Look it's fine. So long as ye don't go makin' remarks at me birth defet or magical ineptitude ye can do all the fancy tricks ye'd like. I don't care." he said a little rougher than intended. He took a sip to cool himself down.
Wow, works pretty well.
Shut up.
Too bad you can never do that, eh Freak?
Shut the hell up Erroll. Lot of good it did you.
"Do uh, do all electronics not work here? I know I haven't been able to let my tv or lap top or nothin' work here." he said, easing into a different topic.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 10, 2007 13:01:29 GMT -5
Aesir smiled as she talked about the jelly belly beans and soda, feeling a good deal more comfortable at the notions, but was taken aback when she referred to herself as a mudblood.
"Oi! No need ter be callin' yerself names like that. Theres nuff people out there ter do it fer ye. 'Sides, ye seem like a decent doc. S'not like any wizard can go head an' become a real doctor such as yerself. Takes some brains that jobs like Deputy Headmaster don't need. An who cares? Half-blooded, full blooded, one eighth blooded, not really but might have a smidgeon o' magic but I'm not really sure blooded, who cares. Yer here to stay, so who cares. Least ye got somethin'."
Aesir opened to can of soda and took a sip. His eyebrows furrowed. "No fridge here?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 3, 2007 15:49:31 GMT -5
"Aye, that's the truth of it. But with a few well placed featherwight and cushionin' charms, ye'd be surprised how much ye can wear on a broom without it being a problem." he said. When she pointed to her office for a Coke, Aesir smiled. "Ye know, I find it comfortin' that there are at least some wizards who have the Muggle know how, instead of all this tea and crumpets business. I would really love to."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 3, 2007 11:47:37 GMT -5
"Oh." he said, his gruffness evaporating immediately. "Well then, I'm gonna have to figure out when I can get it started as soon as possible. Got the brooms for it, and some relatively new equipment from the labs. Should be good 'nuff fer them ta use. That alone ought ter cut yer accident patients by half, methinks."
He gave her a small smile. "Hope ye don't mind."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 3, 2007 11:27:18 GMT -5
What's a matter Aesir? I know you hate me. I know your jealous of my abilities. It's nothing spectacular, really. Basic magic I learned in some of my first years at school. The body-bind curse is just one of many I know. Useful isn't it? Too bad you'll never even be able to grasp something a first year could. Your just a useless Squib, a freak and a loser. You just stay there and think about that. Not that you have much of a choice.
You know, I really hope one day the Ministry finds your bloated body in a ditch one day.
Aesir was putting on his shirt again when Althea began talking about his not being able to use magic. Back still turned, he asked a little gruffer than normal. "So, whens Quidditch. I'm itchin' fer a game, aren't ye?"
Easy, Aesir, she's trying ter help ye.
I don't need her bloody pity.
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