Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2012 19:15:32 GMT -5
AMYCUS PHOBOS CARROW
by the end of the night, i'm going to show you that you're all MONSTERS
just like me
by the end of the night, i'm going to show you that you're all MONSTERS
just like me
Birth Certificate
Name: Amycus Phobos Carrow
Birthdate: June 22nd, 1961
Age: Fifteen
Year: Fifth
Job: Slytherin Student
Blood: Pureblood
At First Glance
Hair color: Black, rather scruffy.
Eye color: Black, pitiless.
Height: 6'2"
Distinguishing features: His thin veneer of civility, black eyes, various scarring.
Desired Play-By: Zachary Quinto
Description:
Amycus is almost more animal than man. Something about him seems half-feral and just... off. Maybe it's the way his eyes never seem to blink, always watching, always waiting, devoid of anything resembling empathy. Perhaps it's how only the promise of violence seems to make him smile. Maybe it's how he just doesn't seem entirely stable.
Amycus is all corded muscle and wildness. His hair seems perpetually ruffled, his face never clean shaven. His arms are covered in burns and scars, a testament to his magical experimentation and his complete disregard for pain. Amycus cares little for his appearance, and it is thanks mostly to his sister's guidance that he is well dressed.
Tell Me More
Likes:
` Magical Experimentation - Amycus is a brilliant wizard. His fractured mind gives him a unique perspective on how to manipulate magic to do his bidding.
` The Dark Arts - Only cowards label certain magics forbidden.
` Alecto - Perhaps the only person in the world that Amycus cares for.
` Snakes - Amycus is no Parseltongue, but he feels a great kinship for serpents. He kept an Ashwinder when he was young and it nearly burned down the Carrow manor.
` Criminal Mysteries - Amycus is almost obsessed with crime and its drama. He is especially drawn to serial killers and powerful wizards. He idolizes Gellert Grindelwald.
` Hunting - A family tradition
Dislikes:
` People - Amycus does not like most others. They are almost entirely useless. He especially dislikes any male who looks at Alecto.
` Muggles, Squibs, and Mudbloods - Amycus views anyone impure or without magic as little more than cattle. They are to be used and disposed of.
` Pureblood High Society - A sham, a prison, a useless game of intrigue, Amycus detests the social gatherings and scramblings for power. He tolerates the charade for his sister and her alone.
` Quidditch - It is a useless sport, a distraction from more important things in the magical world.
` Snoops - Amycus is a very private person, and he dislikes dealing with gossip and nosiness.
` His father's knife - Amycus stole it when he was twelve. It is his most cherished possession and useful tool in his kit.
Habits/Quirks
` Eyebrows - Amycus tends to emote almost exclusively with his eyebrows. They tell quite the story.
` Knife play - Curiously for a pureblood, Amycus almost prefers the touch of his knife than his wand. He fiddles with the blade frequently, both for comfort and excitement.
Strengths:
` Magic, especially the dark arts. Amycus is both gifted and frighteningly creative with a wand.
` Manipulation - a textbook sociopath, Amycus is talented at reading and using people for his own ends. He is a very gifted and pathological liar.
` Dissection
Weaknesses:
` Impulse Control - Only Alecto can tell him no, and even then he struggles to obey. Amycus is awful at denying himself.
` Chemically imbalanced - Whether the source is medical or magical, Amycus is extremely unstable. He is prone to violence and extreme moods.
` Alecto - even for twins, Amycus is unusually close to his elder sister. He is extremely possessive of her with an irrational obsession.
` Adrenaline Junkie - Amycus craves stimulation, especially of the more violent persuasion. He needs a project at all times. He drinks, he smokes, he uses illicit substances all for similar reasons.
Overall Personality:
Amycus is practically a textbook psychopath. Contemptuous, arrogant, secretive, manipulative, remorseless, cruel, callous, and a whole host of other nasty words suit Mr. Carrow. Amycus believes very strongly in the importance of blood purity, and is proud of the esteem his heritage affords him. In his world view, magic is might, and might makes right.
Amycus has an extremely shallow range of emotions. He is well versed in feigning emotions, but there is little sincerity behind them. Only his love for his sister seems to be real, and that is primarily because they are twins. Amycus does not believe anyone is worthy of him or his sister, and has no problem using others to advance his own gain.
Bring It Home
Father: Pylos Zachariah Carrow - Forty Two - Businessman
Mother: Melia Io Carrow (nee Aegyptos) - Thirty Four - Socialite
Siblings: Alecto
Other Important People: Only Alecto matters.
Overall History:
The Carrows are a rather newer family of considerable wealth and privilege, dating back only six generations of purity. Still considered new money, they are at a disadvantage in pureblood society, especially when compare to a name like Malfoy or Nott. Mr. Pylos Carrow is on the board of directors for the broomstic makers, Kowalski Trading Company. His wife is a Greek heiress of famed beauty and intellect. Despite their young family name, their business acumen is beginning to win allies in the dangerous game of high society politics.
Amycus and Alecto were born on Midsummers, and raised primarily by their parents' staff. Their parents were typically occupied with work or social to-do's and encouraged their children to be independent from a young age. Amycus seemed older than his years, capable of caring for himself at a young age, though the twins were always inseparable.
His taste for cruelty surfaced at a young age. By age nine, he was routinely torturing and dissecting whatever animals he could coax into the garden shed. He developed a fascination for pain and exerting his will. Amycus spared only his sister from his disdain, and she was often his partner in crime.
Sorted into Slytherin with Alecto, Amycus flourished. He was finally surrounded with others who thought like him. Others who didn't care for warnings of danger. Others who felt alive only when they were victimizing others. Amycus suddenly had a variety of mentors, willing to teach him new and dangerous magic.
By the time Amycus reached his fourth year, he was already developing his own curses. His father began to suggest that he should perhaps be more careful about the reputation he was forging. This advice was summarily ignored as Amycus began associating more openly with blood elitists and those interested in the dark arts.
Now a fifth year, Amycus is beginning to seriously consider the Dark Mark, despite loathing the idea of being subservient. The benefits, it seems, outweigh the costs. At the very least, being a full-fledged Death Eater will give him more than enough victims to sate his bloodlust.
Show Off
[[ I normally write Amycus in third person, worry not.]]
She is six and he can't help himself. She's a slip of a thing, with wide green eyes and golden curls. Her skin is covered in spirals of freckles, like little galaxies. She's so frail and soft and sweet and he knows he's not supposed to, but he can't stop. He's fourteen and his father's knife feels so good in his hand.
Amycus has always been good at taking things apart. He has to know how things work. What makes pocketwatches tick, how the vanishing cupboard works, how his telescope fits together. He's even more interested in organics. He has a collection, hidden under his floorboards, of little jars filled with preserved pieces of gnomes and kneazles. They are neatly labelled, Alecto's doing, and sealed tight. Sometimes he takes the little jars out and holds them to the light, and that familiar thrill creeps down his spine.
But this is unlike anything before. She's larger, now that she's splayed across the work table. Her chest cavity is more complex and beautiful than anything he's ever seen before. Her heart is small, and he's never seen a red that deep before. The ribs he has pulled wide, breaking several of them off so he has better access to her pancreas. It's his favorite organ, and hers is beautiful. Its texture is almost like slimy cauliflower and he loves the feel of it between his fingers. He bends closer, his eyes hungrily tracing out paths through her body.
He can't believe how much stuff is spilling out her stomach. He knows that intestines are long, but it's a wonderful thing to pull them out and marvel at their size. He isn't sure he will be able to pack this back into her little body. She's so compliant now, not at all like before. She's stopped kicking and screaming and she's simply very still, showing him the mysteries of her insides. He glances to her face and is almost surprised to see she is dead. Her eyes are glassy, her skin ashen, her pale lips parted into a perfect "o". Amycus burns this into his memory, knows that as long as he lives, he will never forget this moment. The thought makes his lips curl and his heart flutter in his chest. This moment is perfect.
"Amycus," a voice calls, breaking his reveries. He straightens, intestines slipping from his hands and spilling onto the floor. "Dinnertime, sweetheart."
It's his mother, and he simply turns away from the little body, leaving the shed to go clean up.
Behind The Mask
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