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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 31, 2015 4:35:10 GMT
life's too short , to even care at all, im losing my mind Guarded and alone for years, Declan was the type to seclude himself but still befriend everyone. He was popular among his crowd until he graduated and that's how he slowly began to climbed his roles in the ministry. He was always the most secretly cruel child of the Carrow family, which wasn't that surprising. Priscilla was never one to hold back with her true feelings of her toys that she enjoyed to play with. She was spoiled and annoying, Declan had a better idea of masking his natural cruelty. But the act shouldn't fool anyone, he was calculating and a natural drop kicker all good feelings in the world. So, when he met someone who mirrored his own feelings in the world, and was an asshole in his own right, Declan was immediately drawn to him . First as respect, then a colleague, and then one day. Well, they fucked. Which there wasn't much build up to that, it was one of those few things that just happened. When he wouldn't allow that to happen in any other aspect of his life, for whatever reason, he knew the discretion and simplicity of this would be an enjoyment in Declan's otherwise nonchalant life.
So to combine Jackson and this ability to torture and kill another, was exactly what Declan needed. "I've been busy." The boy smirked, taking a fake sip of his drink, eyeing over the face of the man subtly. No ties was wonderful, he could come and go as he pleases. If it were often or not. "Besides, I can't deny a good party, particularly with the company." Dec teased, subtly eying the target with interested eyes before looking around the place. "Shabby place." He commented, unamused by the choice of the squib, though perhaps his lowered ability to think was cause of that. | words: xx notes; <3 |
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 31, 2015 3:03:45 GMT
life's too short , to even care at all, im losing my mind He watched unamused at the snake, though didn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him, even for the sounds of vampires coming their way. "Listen to your mother." Declan said, smirking slightly at the old lady, eyes flickering back to the blonde, knowing better than to put his guard down for a second. It could be argued that he hasn't put his guard down since he was four years old, and was taught a lesson because of it. Declan was meant to be a fighter, with a logical mind, never allowing his emotion to interfere. If he had any left at all. "Oh, suppose she is dead, isn't she?" He grinned, shrugging innocently. That was funny, well at least he thought so.
There were vampires around. And Dec wanted to kill the sons of a bitches. And this girl was getting in his way. "Leave, Potter." He murmured, simply, "You aren't my target this time, princess. And take your friend with you, we have a mission."
Declan watched the blonde curiously. She, like so many, had the ability to use wordless magic. He remembered learning it his seventh year, like so many before him. But there were always going to be tells. Her wand moved and he threw up a protection charm. He didn't know what it was she was trying, but he pushed his wand forward, sending a stunning charm at her. He wasn't going to kill a potter, even if he wanted to. Besides, he couldn't help but think that he'd like to see her mad. Or dead. Either option was fine by him.
There would be a time and a place for everything, and that was certainly the case.
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 21, 2015 17:21:04 GMT
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 21, 2015 17:16:50 GMT
life's too short , to even care at all, im losing my mind The battle was an interesting one. Not the worst he's seen in his life. And while his vision began to blur, Declan was up faster than perhaps was normal. He should be nursing his now flashing vision, but he didn't care. This was a fight, and he had things to do. The only thing standing in his way was a little princess, apparently. But he did recall the idiocy of Owen to have missed and hit him. Remembering, Declan placed a hand gently to his head, closing his eyes to the pain and the uneasiness that felt as though it would drop him without complaint.
The potter vaguely reminded him of a little girl standing on a show to perform a show. Well done, she does non-verbal magic. But he wasn't impressed. She still had the very essence of a porcelain doll for him to crack. She danced around in some egotistic stream of movement, and he felt his IQ dropping by the second. Dec held his wand firmly in his hand. He was bored watching this show and as she shot a spell at him- he blocked it without much effort. She practically told them it was coming. He felt his head pound as he was losing more and more blood. A few more moments and the Vampire will have returned.
His eyes flicked away from the girl, disinterested. As fun as it would be to kill a potter. Casting his wand to the side he cast a spell roughly to the room next over, bombarda. The explosion unsteadied him, as did the blood running from his head. He stumbled only slightly, it didn't affect any in the room, but he was sent to kill the impure. And this floor was the jackpot. He looked back to the potter with a smile, enjoying the thought of those people dying beside them. | words: xx @group8 notes; <3 |
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 21, 2015 5:17:51 GMT
life's too short , to even care at all, im losing my mind Declan had heard through the grape vine of the death eaters that a particular colleague of his was on a hunt today. And while he was very busy in the ministry, the man couldn't help but want to join in. He offered to assist, and while he would purely be back up, there wasn't many opportunities that he got to see Jackson in action. There was something about the man torturing and killing another that ... was indescribable to Dec. It was perfection in it's many forms. And when he left the office and entered the cafe, spotting both the squib and the familiar face of Jackson Flint.
Knowing the proper ways of doing a covert mission, Declan ordered a small coffee and sat down across from Jackson. A smile played on his lips. "Long time no see." he murmured, faking a sip of the warm liquid beneath the cheap ass coffee lid. The elder wizard never cared much for coffee, he was more of a tea person himself, but this mission was hardly about the coffee and the rush of caffeine, but instead ... well, torture and death. Which was a far better option as far as Dec was concerned. "It's good to see you again." he smirked, barely glancing over at the subject, though keeping his eyes primarily sinking into Jackson's.
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 21, 2015 5:11:47 GMT
life's too short , to even care at all, im losing my mind Declan was far from intimidated by an Unspeakable. he had his job and they had theirs, he respected their work but never feared it. Declan read through the paper thinking over the information and thinking about every person that was mentioned. The daily prophet was... interesting now a days. He could tell what they sensored and what they didn't. And he knew that they were pushing the boundaries of every decent writer out there. They were forced to bend the information in the world into lies by the ministry. It worked for the minister, so Declan was perfectly fine with it, but he still found it ridiculous that none of the writers had at least a backbone to try to break the rules. Except for the writer, Rebel Rouser, who was still a thorn in the ministry's side. Somehow, the writer still escaped the sight of the aurors that were looking for him.
Declan heard a small "bonjour" and glanced over at the blonde. He smiled easily. "Bonjour." He smiled, folding the paper, finding the sight pleasant. While he spoke a little of french, he suspected by the flawless way the woman spoke that she had years on his abilities. "Do I know you?" He asked, curiously. There were far too many people working in the ministry, and she was far too pretty of a face to forget, even for him. He stood, putting a hand out. "Declan Carrow, junior assistant to the minister." Introducing himself with a pleasant smile. | words: xx @open notes; <3 |
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 18, 2015 21:20:45 GMT
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The thing was. Declan loved his job. More than he really loved anything else in the world. He was exactly what he needed to be. Smart, courteous, logical, and creative. The manipulation that he gained from his father was one that drove his ability to rise up to the top so quickly. Just a few more years under his belt and Declan will be first advisor to the minister. And then he'll be smooth sailing until he took over the wizarding world himself. Declan had good ideas, he had spies in the order, he knew what would happen and when. And what was most important to guard.
But even evil masterminds of his kind needed a coffee break. So as he went to get tea, no sugar, from the break room, he sat off to himself. Declan could be very personable, but he was an introvert by nature. Needing a moment to himself before he could continue his day. He sipped the tea, despite it's increased temperature and opened the papers, reading through the papers silently, aware of everything including the others in the room. Despite his nature of being .. well, self important, Declan was not necessarily unapproachable. He had to have the fancy of others around him for him to have elevated so quickly in rank.
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Post by DECLAN MARCUS CARROW on Jan 17, 2015 6:12:45 GMT
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