Semi-OOC: Meme
Basics
Name: Gabriel Marlowe Mulciber
Nicknames: None
Age (as of start of game): 47
Birthday: February 13, 1950
Bloodline: Pure
Gender: Male
Patronus: Mountain lion
Boggarts: Don’t be ridiculous.
Animagus Form: None.
Wand Details: 12” - Dragon heartstring - Maple
House: Slytherin
Year at Hogwarts (MWPP- finished in 1978): 1961-69
Affiliations: Death Eaters
Appearance
Height: 6’4”
Weight: About average, no doubt.
Eyes: Green-brown
Hair: Darker brown, of medium length.
Face & Complexion: Pale, pasty, take your choice of words.
Build: Sturdy.
Defining Marks: One prevalent scar across the back. The Mark, as well.
Dress Style: Whatever happens to be on hand.
Possessions always on this person: Wand. Pen. Not necessarily anything to write on, as there’s always something lying about.
Manner of Speech: Pointed, you might say. Sharp? You may intend to waste my time, but I don’t plan on wasting it. In short, bugger off.
Manner of Movement: Forcefully doesn’t sound quite right, but it’ll do for this.
Health
Eyesight: Fine, so far as I can tell. Hasn’t been much to see of late.
Hearing: Better than I should like, given my current surroundings.
Left/Right/Ambi: Right.
Disabilities/Handicaps: None.
Physical Health: Azkaban hasn’t done any good for it. I am, however, still in working order.
Psychology
IQ: High.
Extrovert/Introvert: Introvert. More interesting to observe and manipulate than to interact.
Phobias/Fears: I believe that this falls into the “none of your bloody business” category.
Mental Health: Sound, though judgment of the mind is relative.
Personality
Goals/Dreams: Just now, I’d settle for breaking free from Azkaban.
Quirks/Habits: I seem to have developed something of a twitch. Every once and a while I realize it and, well. What is there to do for it?
What they see in the Mirror of Erised: My desires are my own.
Likes: Classical music (particularly Dvorak). The Imperius, among other quite useful curses. Tea. Decent literature which, Merlin knows, I’ve not seen in some time. A drink or two every now and again. Blood under the fingernails.
Dislikes: Confines. Unnecessary contradictions (and, therefore, most contradictions) directed toward my views. The country’s brainless masses. The Ministry.
First Impression: I seem to convey a sense of unease, and I tend not to work at altering this.
Philosophy of Life: Beauty is found in testing limits, in random actions. Best never to leave an opportunity to create this beauty.
Phrases they use often: I haven’t a clue.
Morality
Ever been drunk: Not recently, but yes.
Lied to a boyfriend or girlfriend: I might have.
Cheated on a boyfriend or girlfriend: None of your dammed business.
Gotten into a fight: That, I believe, stands quite obvious.
Innocent or guilty: No more or less of either than any other.
Been a hypocrite in the past: I suppose it’s possible, perhaps likely. Though these words are all very loose.
Dark Arts: Useful, occasionally amusing, and often beautiful. Those who condemn their use are simply blinded to their power.
Voldemort: He has a power, a draw, and for this I will submit. Certainly the best option to head the necessary alterations.
War Stuff
Thoughts on blood purity: The pureblooded are superior, by far. There is a strength in blood, a voice of sorts, and it runs strong only in those who are untainted. With pure blood comes true power.
War allegiances: Death Eaters
Why?: Look above. I need explain no further.
Reservations about the path he/she's chosen: Only that I have been confined to this cell.
Losses so far: None, so far as I am aware.
Greatest war-related worry: I have little worry. There is a slight doubt as to whether we shall be freed any time soon, but I do believe that we shall see daylight soon enough.
Background
Public occupation: Formerly an employee of the Ministry of Magic
Private occupation (if applicable): No occupation, as such. I prefer various amusements or self-granted assignments.
Education: Hogwarts, as stated above, in addition to private lessons in the years before and summers between.
Home: It had dammed well better still stand.
Finance: Excellent, whenever I manage to get out of here.
Family
Parents: Marlowe and Proserpina Mulciber
Sibling(s): One brother, seven years younger. One sister, eleven years younger.
Children: None. I should think that I could scarce stand them, though they have their uses.
Family History: I hail from a well-established line of purebloods, more recently based in England. Further back, the line traces to Italy. If you'd care for details, seek them out yourself.
Social
Friends: I should say Dolohov. There may be a few others, though they are more acquaintances than friends.
Enemies: Any member of that damnable Order, any Auror, and various others. My list is my own, and I would thank you not to pry.
Mentors: I do have an uncle who… Well. Perhaps him.
Best Friend: Now, really. This term is more than slightly obnoxious.
Most Hated: Again, this is not public information. I prefer such thoughts to fester in the mind.
Romantic/ Sexual
Marital Status: Unmarried, and never have married. Do note that I have been in prison for Merlin knows how long.
Sexual Preference: Women, when the mood strikes.
Ever had sex: Yes.
Believes that a person shouldn't have sex before marriage: Are you daft? It does seem that I’ve had relations without having married. What conclusion might you draw from this?
Believe in casual sex: I don’t much care.
Turn ons: I feel certain that you don’t care.
Turn offs: And again. Why do you ask?
Past Relationships: Various girls here and there, all obviously from quite some time ago. We see little of each other here, which comes as both a blessing and a curse, as they say.
Current Relationship: None.
General: I can’t imagine what else you’d care to hear. Piss off.