Alecto Panyin Carrow

"If you don't know evil, you don't know me."

Birth Certificate
Name: Alecto Panyin Carrow
Birthdate: June 22nd, 1961
Age: Fifteen
Year: Fifth
Job: Student
Blood: Pureblood

At First Glance
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Blue
Height: 5'6"
Distinguishing features: Flawless hair, terrifying smile (looks too nice to be true), various well-hidden scars
Desired Play-By: Kristen Bell
Description:

Alecto has all the outer beauty with no real inner beauty to accompany it. She is dark and sinister, yet it doesn't always come out in her appearance. She is average in height, short compared to her twin brother, but she always makes up for it by wearing high heels. She is slender, and sexy, and toned. She has incredibly pale skin, with fair hair to accompany it, and light blue eyes. She tends to wear darker clothing, and almost always has her finger and toenails painted black.

Tell Me More
Likes:
+ Amycus -The most important, nay, only important person in her world.
+ Power -She loves to be in control.
+ Blood -Fascinated by the color, the texture, the taste...
+ Organization -Though devilishly good at making a mess, she prides herself in her organization skills. She keeps Amycus' messes organized...
+ Magic -Fun to play with, fun to experiment with, helpful to be in control with.
+ Darkness -When the sun goes away, the devils come out to play...
+ 'Lousy' weather -What is lousy and dismal to others, she enjoys.
+ Screaming -An expression of fear, usually fear she helps to cause.

Dislikes:
- Rules -Meant to be broken, nothing can rein her in...
- Muggles -The only thing interesting about them is their insides...
- Yellow -The color gives her a headache.
- Loud Noises -She prefers quiet.
- Crowds -She'd never admit to it, but she's a bit claustrophobic when there are a lot of people around.
- People -The only person she cares about is Amycus, anyone else is insignificant.
- Quidditch -It involves loud noises, crowds, and people in general...not her thing.

Habits/Quirks:
~ Sneering -when she smiles or laughs with Amycus, it's genuine. With anyone else...it's ill-willed and haunting.
~ Intentionally injuring herself -Cutting herself, or pricking her finger, simply to see the blood.

Strengths:
+ Control -Alecto has a surprisingly strong handle over herself and her twin. She can control her actions, yet still chooses the dark side.
+ Organization -Good at making messes, organizing them, and cleaning them up to perfection.
+ Destruction -Inflicting pain, destroying things living and not.

Weaknesses:
- Amycus -She loves him and would do anything for him. ANYTHING.
- Blood -She's far too fascinated with it.
- Alcohol -Like any human, she likes feeling good. Firewhiskey is her drug of choice, loving the heated rush as it courses through her veins.

Overall Personality:

Alecto is just as dark and sinister as her twin brother, potentially more-so because she has the knowledge and control to keep from the darkness, yet she knowingly makes the choice to continue her acts. Amycus doesn't have much control, Alecto is his control. She is fascinated by blood, it's her obsession. She does a lot of self-harming, and it's not from depression or anything like that, it's from the obsession and fascination with the color that runs through her veins. She loves to watch when Amycus dissects things, watching the blood drain from them. It's the main thing that interests her about his activities, the rest, she just has fun organizing what he chooses to keep.

Alecto doesn't socialize with other Slytherins. She keeps to herself, and by herself, she includes Amycus. The pair are nearly inseparable, to the point where if they were allowed to use the same washroom, or sleep in the same bed, they likely would. She has a rather, unhealthy relationship with her brother. Others would think they are a bit too close. She's possessive of him, of all of him. She loves him, and only him.

Unlike most twins, that develop their own sense of identity, Alecto was always incredibly close with her brother. If he wasn't around, she wasn't her true self. An entirely different personality, one she creates in her mind, comes out when she is without him and around others. When she is alone, and when she is with him, are when she is genuinely herself.

Bring It Home
Father: Pylos Zachariah Carrow - Forty Two - Businessman
Mother: Melia Io Carrow (nee Aegyptos) - Thirty Four - Socialite
Siblings: Amycus Phobos Carrow [TWIN]
Other Important People: Only Amycus matters
Overall History:

How creative, to have the meaning of the middle name of the first born twin to be just that 'the eldest of twins'. Alecto Panyin Carrow, born a short while before her twin brother Amycus Phobos Carrow. Born, named, and passed off to staff soon after, it seemed. The twins were rarely cared for by their own parents. It wasn't something that was fit in their schedule. As such, the twins learned to be alone together from a young age.

By the time they were nine years old, Amycus was already gathering quite the collection of animal remains. Alecto was stealing jars from the kitchen cupboards to keep the remains in, and organizing each and every thing. Every so often she'd change the order. From animal name to organ name, and back. Whatever suited her fancy, whatever felt the most organized. It was part of her obsession.

By the age of ten, Alecto started doing her own experiments. Hers weren't quite as extreme as her brother's, and hers were more often on herself. She experimented with pain, with bruising, with scarring, with blood. It started with a needle and the prick of a finger. An accident, at first. A staff of her parents was trying desperately to teach her needlework, much to her disliking. She pricked her finger and it began to bleed. Instead of crying, she admired the small bubble of blood. She examined it. She tasted it. The staff looked at her in horror, and to seal the deal, Alecto gave her a sinister smile. That staff never came near her again.

At the age of eleven, Alecto and Amycus were shipped off to Hogwarts and sorted into Slytherin. While Amycus thrived in the company of other like-minded people, Alecto suffered. She wasn't used to being with anyone other than her brother. She would have fits of rage whenever others were paying attention to him, whenever he was paying attention to others. She started cutting herself even more to escape the thoughts of him with others.

Now, ever left alone from her brother, Alecto is dark, sinister, even more so than when she is with him. She is angry, and dangerous. Asked the wrong question, she could easily hex and harm the person asking. At some points, she is even at risk of using the curses her own brother has developed. She is so possessive of Amycus that it has taken hold of every personality within her.

Four years later, Alecto still has not made any real 'friends'. She is rather feared by everyone. They all know not to go near. Not to step on her toes. She has power in that way. If she wants something from someone, she can get it, simply because of the thread of fear connecting them to her. Every girl is afraid to even touch Amycus, a fact that highly amuses and pleases Alecto. Her prime focus is on Amycus and keeping him belonging to her, and staying his ever-loving partner in crime.

Show Off

It was past midnight, closer to two o'clock in the morning. The wind was howling outside the mansion, the rain dripping down the window panes. Perfect weather, in Alecto's mind. Yet she wasn't thinking of venturing out into it at this moment. No, at this moment, she had a different craving. A dark, sadistic craving. A taste for blood. Normally when this craving would come to seduce her, she'd grab her favorite knife from her dresser, one Amycus had given to her for her sixteenth birthday a year ago, a slender, clean, silver blade. She would slice open a small bit of flesh, wherever she felt suitable, and watch as the blood dripped across her skin. Let it trickle onto her fingers, and suck them clean. Then once satisfied, she'd clean up with the flick of a wand. Simple. Not tonight. Tonight she wanted something to sink her teeth into.

She slipped out of bed, dressed in a silky, lacy black night gown, that barely reached her thighs. Her painted black toenails were a striking opposite to her pale skin as her feet touched the cold stone floor. She tiptoed into her brother's bedroom, through a door that connected the two rooms. He was fast asleep in his bed, so beautiful, so calm...peaceful. She almost didn't dare wake him. He lay on his back, his breathing steady. She closed and locked the door behind her, even though it was pointless, since both their outer bedroom doors were locked already.

Creeping silently to the bed, she climbed onto it, and straddled her twin brother. Her pale fingers, with the black painted fingernails that were trimmed short, gently caressed his cheek. His cheek was warm and her fingers ice cold. He shivered in his sleep. She smiled, admiring him. Slowly, and silently, she bent down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He jolted awake.

"Shh..." She comforted. His wild eyes calmed, but his eyebrows questioned. "Shh..." She whispered again, before placing another kiss on his lips. "I want to try something." She murmured softly. It had been too long since she had seen him in this peaceful state of relaxation. Finally on a break from school, she got to admire him again. Slowly, with precision, she undressed him. Her fingers trailed up and down his soft, scarred skin. She began to kiss the scars.

He watched her in silence. Let her do just what she wanted. She examined every inch of his body with her fingers, and her lips. Finally, satisfied, she moved up to taste his lips once more, whispering again. "I want to try something." Her lips moved from his, and down his neck where she kissed again. Softly at first, and then teeth bared, she bit into his flesh. He let out a small gasp, but she continued. She sucked on his neck, drawing out the blood, and gently tasted it with her tongue. Delicious. She pulled back slightly, to admire it. "Beautiful." She cleaned the drips of blood up with her tongue, and moved to kiss him again. "You're beautiful, Amy. Beautiful..." She ran her fingertips down his strong body once more. "...and delicious."

Behind The Mask
Alias: Nichole
Age: 20
Years Roleplaying: Many
Other Characters: Ivy, Lucy, Skyler, Evangeline
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