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Eldred Mortis Worple
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skittish, morbid, shy
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HALF-BLOOD - RAVENCLAW - SEVENTH YEAR
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a plethora of insults
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Seventeen, January 22nd.
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Ryan Sampson
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Seen as an oddball by those from all walks of life, Worple is generally incorrectly perceived to have an obsession with the Dark Arts due to his constant creeping around clutching restricted section books with foreboding Latin names and blood as ink. Not particularly socially gifted, he is often bullied for his awkward mannerisms and sinister appearance; it is only his association with the vampire, Sanguini, that occasionally abates the teasing and outright cruelty.
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STRENGTHS
</option><option>gifted embalmer
</option><option>intimate knowledge of the human body
</option><option>encyclopediac knowledge of all dark arts to do with death
</option><option>illusion charms
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WEAKNESSES
</option><option>physically unfit
</option><option>socially awkward
</option><option>gentle
</option><option>obsessive
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ASPIRATIONS
</option><option>raise an inferius and teach it to speak
</option><option>retrieve his pet thestral
</option><option>discover all there is to know about necromancy
</option><option>establish himself as a master embalmer
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FEARS
</option><option>the living
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HOBBIES
</option><option>embalming
</option><option>stalking ghosts
</option><option>researching necromancy
</option><option>necromancy experiments
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Due to a combination of inattentive (though loving) parenting and a childhood spent in relative confinement, the first thing it's easy to notice about Eldred is his severe social anxiety.
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Eva and Mortimer Worple were a sweet sort of couple, but one who didn't have many friends outside of themselves. They had been neither popular nor remarkable over the duration of their Hogwarts careers, interested more in each other and extra-curricular learning than they had been in their lessons, and they'd both left with only an engagement to put to their name. Neither of them had any idea about what the future might hold, absent-minded as they were even then, but their absent-minded idealism had led them to conclude that, because they had gotten this far without paying much attention to what was happening around them, they would be quite fine for the future. Eva, being a muggleborn, suggested finding temporary jobs in the muggle world while they figured out what they were doing with their lives, and Mortimer readily agreed. Being rather naturally odd people, they saw no wrong in lending a hand to a struggling funeral director, taught his trade in the process, young as they both were, and slowly their lives froze around that point. It was never the intention of a young, newly-married couple to become the proprietors of a small-town funeral parlour, but they had never really had any other ambitions.<P>
The trade, their inattentiveness to other matters and a slight tendency towards self-interest led them to not even think about adding to their family until relatively late in life. Of course, this had been vaguely whispered about in the village before, it being a typically conservative, religious and small town where everyone knew everyone else's business, but, of course, the Worples had never really noticed. They rarely visited the village proper in any case, their cottage being on the outskirts and on the edge of a deep wood, and so it took the midwife having to be called for anyone to even notice that Eva was pregnant. Though he sometimes seemed it, Eldred wasn't an accident; his parents did genuinely think that perhaps they might want to add to their merry band. It was just that the reality of raising a child was much different to their idealistic spin on it - almost naturally, given their absent-mindedness and general disinterest with convention, Eldred fell to the wayside. He never wanted for love or affection from his parents, but there was a certain lack of attention paid to him as he grew older; he had no toys, having never complained for any (having never left the parlour, he knew no better), and so he learned to amuse himself. This amusement came in the form of wandering off by himself into the wood behind his house, still absurdly young, or by talking to the bodies who occupied the morgue. As well as inattentive, his parents seemed to have a skewed sense of what was appropriate for a toddler - rather than being shooed away from certain processes, his curiosity was instead encouraged. After all, such a young child showing interest only meant that he was bright. Probably.<P>
Home-schooled by his mother (when she remembered, and mostly in the funeral arts rather than life), Eldred's first real contact with another child came in the form of Aegresco Sanguini. He was not initially endeared to the relationship, instead glancing sideways and nervously searching his mother's approval, but his childish fascination with other children - even if it was in an oddly morbid way - soon overcame his initial misgivings. He had no idea of how to play properly, but his own eagerness to please and Aegresco's relative patience with him encouraged him outwards, and it didn't take him as long as he'd anticipated to genuinely enjoy the company of the other. He was his first real - that is, alive - friend, and Eldred was glad to have him.
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NAME/ALIAS: bez
<BR>AGE: 19
<BR>GENDER: f
<BR>LIMITS: nope
<BR>HOW DID YOU FIND US: divine inspiration
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