WARRINGTON, crispin maximus

[warrington]

CRISPIN MAXIMUS WARRINGTON ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Crispin Maximus Warrington
( NICKNAMES ) : None that he really fancies
( SEX ) : Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pureblood
( AGE & DOB ) : Seventeen & 1 Jan
( YEAR ) : Seventh
( HOUSE ) : Slytherin
( AFFILIATION ) : Neutral
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual
( WAND ) : 13 inches, Unicorn Tailhair, Ash.

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"I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE.
YOU'VE CHOSEN YOUR WAY, I'VE CHOSEN MINE."
• the personality • the personality • the personality •
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( LIKES ) : Firewhiskey, Duelling, Running, Blondes, Thestrals, Rainy days, Quiet
( DISLIKES ) : Chocolates, Disorder, Winter, Crying children, Being bumped into
( STRENGTHS ) : Duelling, Ambitious, Realistic
( WEAKNESSES ) : Family, Paranoid, Callous at times
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Dementor
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : It had been a normal day. He was thirteen, his first summer back from Hogwarts. His mother had cooked dinner and the entire Warrington family of three sat down for dinner. It wasn’t something they did often; the Warringtons did not share their love for each other openly.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) : Crispin had stumbled into Knockturn Alley during a trip to Diagon Alley before his sixth year. It was there that he witnessed Death Eaters first torturing someone before killing the person. He knew the person; he worked with Crispin’s father at Gringotts.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : Right now? To succeed.
( PET PEEVES ) : People who talk constantly with no regard for anyone else, assumptions of him, being forced to do something he’s unwilling to do.

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"DID YOU LIKE QUESTION TEN, MOONY?"
"LOVED IT. 'GIVE FIVE SIGNS THAT IDENTIFY THE WEREWOLF.'"
• the appearance • the appearance • the appearance •
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( HAIR ) : Dark hair, usually combed back if he hasn’t had a hair cut in months.
( EYES ) : Brown eyes that can scare the crap out of you if he stares with enough intensity.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : Two eyes, a nose and a mouth. Nothing out of the ordinary. Stubble some days if he doesn’t shave.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : Crispin stands at 6’1”. He’s not a skinny bloke by any chance, he likes running and keeping fit, resulting in the slightly muscular body he has now.
( ATTIRE ) : Black, black and more black. Or monochrome colours. Bright colours? Cripsin is not a fan of them.
( SUMMARY ) : Crispin is easy on the eyes, there’s no denying that. Of course, one can hate him on that basis alone. His upbringing has taught him that appearances matter and he applies that to the way he looks. He’s not often caught in a sloppy attire or with his hair all messed up. A couple of days, he might forget to shave or not be bothered and you can see some stubble. He stands just above 6’ and probably has the built to play Quidditch if he ever gets an interest in it.
( PLAY-BY ) : Zachary Quinto

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"DOESN'T YOUR DAD LIKE MAGIC?"
"HE DOESN'T LIKE ANYTHING, MUCH."
• the history • the history • the history •
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( PARENTS ) : Tiberus Warrington, father, 45, Head of Security at Gringotts
Madelina Warrington nee Rookwood, 45, Unemployed
( SIBLINGS ) : None
( OTHERS ) : No one important
( HISTORY ) : Crispin Maximus Warrington was born on the very first day of a new year. It was a ‘bloody freezing day’ as his mother told him when he was old enough to understand. Tiberus and Madelina Warrington was one of the lucky few who were in love with each other when their parents arranged their marriage. Thus, Crispin wasn’t born into one of the loveless marriages that the pure-blood community was so fond of having. His childhood wasn’t awful. His family weren’t filthy rich, but they weren’t poor either. His father was an only child and he worked, bringing home money while his mother stayed home. Crispin didn’t have a house elf, nor did he have a nanny. He wasn’t brought up to be a spoilt rich brat, but he was instilled with the pure-blood mindset.

Crispin showed himself to be a quiet child, not bugging his mother to pay attention to him. He was content to read a book or play with his toy broomstick. The Warringtons weren’t known for having a lot of offspring, only one male heir per generation was normal. Crispin didn’t bother asking why he didn’t have a sister or a brother. He was much more interested in the books. His father taught him magic from a young age, pleased that his son was taking an interest in the Dark Arts. The young child did not know if it was Dark Arts, he just learnt whatever his father taught him.

When he was eleven, the letter to Hogwarts came and Crispin was soon sent off to Hogwarts. He had a few family friends who were in the same year as him and in particular, someone who became his best friend over the years at Hogwarts. Crispin was sorted into Slytherin, not that it came as a surprise to many who knew the Warringtons. They were a pure-blood family and it was expected of them. Crispin did well at Hogwarts, always amongst the better half of his class but never at the top. He was more of a background person, although he wouldn’t shy away from the spotlight if it hit him.

Crispin is in his last year now and all he wants is to get out of Hogwarts and get into training for a Hit Wizard. Sounds simple, doesn’t it?

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"MY WHOLE FAMILY HAVE BEEN IN SLYTHERIN."
"BLIMEY, AND I THOUGHT YOU SEEMED ALL RIGHT!"
• the handler • the handler • the handler •
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( ALIAS ) : KIM
( AGE ) : Twenty Two
( EXPERIENCE ) : Five years on and off
( CONTACT INFO ) : PM
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : Stalking is fun
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) :

Quintus glared at the dog, before he returned his attention to Ari.“I’ll just hire someone to get rid of him. And pretend to be all upset that he’s gone. Then I’ll go get a miniature version of a Manticore as a pet.” He was quite fond of Manicores, although he wasn’t stupid enough to breed them with other creatures. Or maybe he should. Create a new species. Hmm, that was an idea. He was going to bring it up to his Head of Department. “If I do put you under a spell, darling… it wouldn’t be just to keep you from walking the dog.”

He listened to her go on about how her life would have been without him and he chuckled just before she laughed. They could have gone either way, in his opinion. Not to mention that he could have died. He still could, come to think of it. But Quintus hadn’t thought of it in quite some time. Sure, it popped into his head whenever something made him think of prophecies. But it was one of the things he didn’t share with Ari. He couldn’t imagine her reaction upon learning about this. He didn’t want to. “Teenagers… give them some Galleons and leave them to their own devices. How difficult can that be?” Quintus told her, thinking of his own teenage years in the company of his alcoholic father. “You find the idea of me having stalkers amusing, don’t you? One day, when you get your own stalker…” Actually, Quintus didn’t quite like the idea of Ari having stalkers. If he ever found out someone stalked his wife… well, he wouldn’t be walking, not to mention stalking anyone for quite some time.

Quintus looked at Ari like she was crazy when she talked about a rollercoaster named Quari. What? Symbolize their life together? His face remained expressionless for a few moments as she described the ride. He could imagine it right now, the isolated island with a huge neon flashing sign of Ari land and the main attraction of Quari. He burst out laughing after Ari finished. “You are such a…”Quintus searched around for a word. “…crazy woman.” He settled for that generic term. He kissed her on the cheek briefly, looking at the dog. “Maybe we should get Ace a wife.”

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"WEIRDOS, THAT'S WHAT YOU TWO ARE.
IT'S GOOD YOU'RE BEING SEPARATED FROM NORMAL PEOPLE."
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[lily meredith evans]

Dear Mr. Warrington,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Through Undead Eyes. Please find enclosed a list of all steps you should take now that you've been accepted.

Yours sincerely,
Marissa
_Marissa
^{Head Admin}