AAMIR LAFAYETTE DESMARAIS

[AAMIR LAFAYETTE DESMARAIS]

AAMIR LAFAYETTE DESMARAIS

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hello! i am Anthony Ashley Jr. and i am 16 years old. i am boarding the male train, and i have been role playing for 3 years. also, i play no one. if you want to contact me, reach me at anttz111. that's all folks!

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME : aamir lafayette desmarais
NICKNAMES : None
AGE : Twenty, February 16
GENDER : male
ETHNICITY : French
RELIGION : None
SEXUALITY : heterosexual
STATUS : single
MEMBER GROUP : La Wizard(Former Slytherin)
BLOOD STATUS : pureblood
PLAY-BY : Brock Harris

STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.

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PATRONUS : A Large Black Panther With Emrald Green eyes and Silver Pupils.
MIRROR OF ERISED : Darkness, tainting the lives of the many wizards that follow weakness. But Greatness, and kindness trying to find it's way to light. Yet to be consumed by the blackness that lives within him.
AMORTENTIA : -Rose Petals soaked in black ink and Vanilla
-Jasmine
-Blood

THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.

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AAMIR'S DISLIKES :

• 
  Older Brother
  Followers
  Cowards
  Complaints
  Serenity
  People that Talk to much
  Women who ask more of what they can take
  Curious people afraid of finding answers
  Children
  
  

ENTER FIRST NAME'S LIKES :

• Swimming
  Fighting
  The Color Black
  Chaos
  Twisting minds
  Breaking Rules
  Creating Spells
  Listening to music
  Quidditch

GOALS :

• Finding out What life Really wants from him
  To Avenge the Death of his mother
  Redeem the name of the Desmarais and conquer all who threatens him.
  Spread darkness, and chaos
  be all that life wants of him.
  

FEARS :

• His mothers life going in vain
  Having a Child
  

SECRETS :

• Is Haunted by his mothers Voice
  Killed his Father

WEAKNESS :

• Children
  Love

STRENGTHS :

• Combat/Intellegence
  Sex

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• VENGEFUL: He Will return all the pain inflicted on him to the ones that hurt him.
  
  LOST: Is filled With darkness, but has a heart intended to be light. This makes him Mean and Cold. But Truly deep inside kind and sweet.
  
  STRONG: Knows that nothing is easy and will Kill take down any obstacle that may come his way. He doesnt believe in quitting.
  
  PASSIONATE: He Will strive for what he believes in, and will concquer anything that challenges him. Also very Passionate in Sex, it sends him into a wild frenzy.
  
  CUNNING:Knows how to talk to people and appeal to them, but keep his true intention safe at heart. He is a very sleek man.
  
  FIERCE: If vexed, can be abomitable. He can sometimes have uncontroled Rage and aims to kill when threatened.
  
  MALEVOLENT: Can be very Cold Like a Snake, Evil, mean and arrogant.
  
  INTELLEGENT: Knows just as much as a scholar, a nerd in a way. Has as much brains as he does strength, and sex appeal.
  
  MASOCHISTIC: Loves the feeling of pain, and embraces it as he does the oxygen that fills his lungs
  
  SADISTIC: Enjoys inflicting pain onto others. Wether it be sexually, or in battle. the sound of his opponests agonizing moans filles his veins with pleasure.
  
  PROTECTIVE: When he has something, He holds onto it. He will do everything in his power to ensure it's safety.
  
  DETERMINED: When there is a goal set, he will do his best to Fufill it.
  
  HONORABLE:May be cold, but he does have honor, and some respect for those he hate entirely.

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN : Paris, France
CURRENT RESIDENCE : Some Where In The Wizardry World.
CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]: Spy, & Assasin In Both Worlds
MOTHER'S NAME : Asmaralda Desmarais(Deceased)
FATHER'S NAME : Marquis Desmarais
SIBLINGS : Lucius Alphonse Desmarais(Older Brother)
OVERALL HISTORY :

Birthed into a clan of Assassins, the Desmarais were notorious for there skill in battle, stealth, strength, and secrecy. Like black panthers there were cold and dark, but fierce like no other. The plagued Paris, hunting down it's noblest leaders, climbing there way up to wealth, and gaining a high name amongst the ancient city. Growing to have many Enemies in both the Wizard wold and Muggles, many walls began to close on the clan and one by one they were killes by alliances. All killed but a few who were left for last. These people were the Leaders of the Desmarais.

As a Child Aamir was trained to kill, to tame the beast in him, and to be all he could be. Forged into a early manhood, he grw to resent his father and the bad reputation he pre set on him his and his mother. Never once getting along with his older brother Lucius, whom cherised their father, times began to grow rough. The two brothers frequently fought, and brought each other near to death. alphonse following a path of light, and truth he stood up to his fathers will. While Aamir Rebeled against his father and turned to darkness. At heart Aamir only wished that he didn't have to see his mother cry. he was the only one who she ever shedded tears with, he was the one that she ran to for comfort. As the youngest child Aamir always got the short end of the stick, and over time he grew even colder, and filed with darkness. When his destiny, was to be a noble assassin, moving in the shadows, only to increase the light. But he was stubborn. Not listening to his mother, or father. He didn't settle for following orders. Order he knew would only bring them all to death, like all of their other family did.

At the age of 16 Aamir grew sick of listening to his father and on a cold winters night, his mother was Assassinated by a spy. engulfed in anger and rage. Aamir turned to his father blaming him for his mothers Death. Knowning that none of this killing was what he ever wanted. In his rage he killed his father and ran off to the Wizard world. Aamir after witnessing his mothers death was changed, he grew even darker than before, the goodnes in him fighting to stay alive, steadily being swaled by the hate, and anger in his spirit. He now lives his life, doing as he pleases, wishing to kill all those who may have been aquainted with his mothers death. He is lead to Believe that Some one In Hogwarts is apart of the family that killed his mom, and he will stop at nothing to kill all of them, one by one. If it takes him the rest of his life. Despite his brothers Attempts to kill him for slaying their father, and following evil.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

THE NIGHT WAS BEAUTIFUL, the way the moon glowed it's pale, gray luminous way, and set the night sky on a psychotic lavender fire that burned in an icy cool way. It was nights like theses when death was dressed in pinstripe suits, wore italian leather shoes, acompanied with golden cuff links, slicked backed hair, and a ravishing deadly smile. Sleek, smooth, and unlike no other death had a new name. A new face, a face that took the breath of any person who dared gaze upon it. Misery lingered inside it's pale gray blue eyes, glistened like olive oil in the brunette laces of hair, and shined on the enamel of a poisionus smile. Death could no longer be called death, an evolution, and complete different thing. Death could now only be called Sebastian.

Seb leaned on a rough alley wall watching as the stars glistened, along with the sounds of impatient car horns filling the air, and the cancerous pleasure of nicotine smoke dancing in toxic swirls and. He watched in pleasure feeling safe and sound in this City of Sin, as the many humans walked minding their business, and ranting nonstop on their mobile devices. Sebastian hated when people ranted, to be honest he almost hated everything. But the sound of a human voice complaining and constantly asking for the same thing over and over again, set him on edge. He wasn't a kind guy, not at all, everything about him screamed BAD MOTHAF*CKAH!, and if you were smart you keep your distance.

Bad he may have been, but Seb has always loved Games, wether it be chasing a long lost love, flirting with girls, teasing, or simply poker? He was a competitive man, always taking delight in the small essences of defeating another, gaining power, and dominion over a potentailly stronger force. He was amazing in his own way, a threast to almost anything that came his way. Sebastian also was a man of few words, his eyes always got his point across, and his hands did a lot of talking...majority of the time. He wasn't you'r common dickwad Demon, Seb was actually a brutaly honest man, a crazed demon bent on destruction, carnage, sex, and absolute mayhem. He didn't look forward to much in life, but he took everything that came his way. It's true, Sebastian is a selfish bastard, but his charm always made his victims feel at ease, like they were cherished. Even if the case was that they meant nothing to him. He was smooth, persuasive, and overall, the most alluring man a person could meet.

With the wind blowing in it's graceful manner, Seb lifted his nose to smell a sweet scent, one that he automatically knew belonged to a former friend, a vampire that he took quite an interest in. He smiled and headed out into the large crowd of filthy humans, and with ease made his way to the woman. He couldn't help but think of the last time he'd seen her, Isadora, so evil, and conniving. Time was forever passing by, and so many memories came and went. But only few important memories stayed in his head. Those of his old happy family with Aurora, his son, and the most recent ones. Being in hell for over 400 year let you see things from a different prospective, and having this opportunity to see Issy again, made his mouth water.

Sebastian came to view her but stood quite a ways away from her. He smiled his charming evil smile and quickly appeared right behind her, grabbing her waist, pulling her away from where she was walking and breathing into her neck. He didn't care about her permission on wether or not he could touch her. She was almost irresisatable. Her smell, her beauty. No the two weren't in any way sexually related, but That ol' Sebastian was practically a flirt with legs. His body surged with Sexual frustration, and here was this woman before him. Not a stranger, but someone he knew quite well. Looking delicious, and tempting. It was really such a shame they weren't in bed at this moment, he really felt the need to do her harder than no other. So he smiled and gripped her roughly, chuckling as he let her go guessing she may get a little pissed. Seb looked into her eyes and he was standing close to her. He looked her over, marveling at the body he hadn't seen in years. "Mmmm..." he said and bit his lip before smiling again. He pressed his back against the side of a building and pulled Isadora beside him. Seb'd be damned if she left his side right now. They had alot to catch up on,and if everything went his way, possibly more than what words could say.

"Isadora, Isadora, Isadora. My how you haven't changed. Still beautiful as ever I see." he said and looked at her, his evil eyebrows arching over his gentleman like smile, the smile that was filled with both passion and anarchy.

Seb let the wind hit them, and he embraced all of what was happening, he had a feeling things today were going to get really interesting. He wasn't making premontitions, cause with the smell of Isadora, she hadn't bitten a human in a while, and once a Good girl went bad she never went back. Seb believed that, and if she was thinking of becoming a goody goody, she had another thing coming, cause Seb was back in town, and with him, she'd see that being bad, was more fun with a partner rather than creeping, and flying solo.

[ARE YOU `EEFING SIRIUS ?!]