Age: 58
Birthday: November 6, 1965
Blood Status: Pureblood
Location of Residence: Aberdeenshire, Scotland
Former School: Hogwarts
Former House: Slytherin
Job: Former Hit-Wizard. Former freelance assassin. Soon to join WGOS.

Appearance:



Three Characteristics You Think You Are: Ruthless, confident, unsentimental
Three Characteristics Others Think You Are: Resourceful, charismatic, efficient
Three Random Facts:
• Alaric was born in a traditional blood purist family, the hatred against anything that taints magical blood is natural to him;
• His parents immigrated from Germany in their youth, and he was the first member of the Faust family to ever attend Hogwarts;
• His grandparents supported Grindelwald during the war;

Aspirations:
• To halt the senseless destructions Muggles are wreaking on the planet;
• To see the magical world cleansed of Muggleborns and half-breeds - preferably with as little [pure] blood being shed as possible;
• To find his son;

Timeline (site integration underlined):
1977 - starts attending Hogwarts, sorted into Slytherin;
1978 - his talent for dueling soon becomes apparent to peers and professors. Most of his spare time is henceforth spent at the Dueling Tower, honing his skill in magical combat;
1981 - becomes a prefect;
1983 - becomes a Head Boy;
1984 - graduates from Hogwarts;
1984-1989 - travels and participates in various dueling competitions (most of them illegal) around the world, gradually begins incorporating Dark spells into his arsenal;
1989 - starts working as a Hit Wizard at the Ministry of Magic. Marries Trude Brachmann in the same year;
1990 - his wife gives birth to a son, Athalaric. The couple quarrels frequently during the year. Trude takes their son and disappears late in December;
1991 - searches for his wife and son, to no avail; there is reason to believe the two now live abroad under different names;
2002 - takes part in the very first battles against Italy, freely utilizes Dark Arts during combat;
2003 - late in the year takes a curse-inflicted wound that forces him to spend two weeks at St Mungo's fighting for his life;
2004 - following the Minister's orders, aids in arresting those who avoid enlistment in the war against Italy. Returns to the battlefield later that year;
2005 - recalled from the war effort, resumes his Hit-Wizard duties back in Britain. Joins Mortenero;
2009 - is dispatched to break up a skirmish between a group of Muggleborn extremists and some alleged blood purists. Ends up killing two Muggleborns and fatally wounding a third. An eyewitness claims he sided with the purists and used Dark Magic. Sent to Azkaban to await trial;
2010 - after the witness decides not to testify, all charges against Alaric are dropped. He is released from Azkaban;
2013 - suspecting that the new government might bring back the charges against him, chooses to leave the country rather than returning to his job. Moves to the USA, takes the antidote to the virus once it is made available;
2013-2022 - spends his self-imposed exile assassinating wizards, witches and various creatures as a contractor;
2022 - comes back to the British Isles when word reaches him about the Scottish independence; begins re-establishing his connections;


Family:

Trude Brachmann-Faust | ex-wife | born 1969
A pureblood witch from a respectable family. Disappeared without a trace in 1990, taking their newborn son.

Athalaric Milou Faust | son | born 1990
Kidnapped by his mother as a baby. Whereabouts unknown.

Roleplay Example:

All the spells she could potentially employ if faced with danger were now coming to the front of Maeve's mind. At the back of it, a small cowardly voice was saying she should probably head back. She focused on making a list of likely incantations and ignored the gradually growing unease. Flipendo would probably be effective in most situations. Petrificus Totalus and Locomotor Mortis were pretty basic, but she was not certain it would work on non-humans. Impedimenta might be effective on creatures, she expected. There was a spell specifically for spider banishment, which would be useful against Acromantulas... but that she could not recall, try as she might. It was such a disappointment that they weren't teaching practical Dark Arts here. This year back at Durmstrang, her former classmates would be learning some dark spells that could be employed in combat. In the meanwhile, she was being taught some pacifistic crap focused on defense. Causing a wild beast sudden intense pain was the easiest way to make it reconsider attacking a witch, she was certain.

Filling her head with such thoughts helped the fourth-year disregard the disquiet she was feeling. It made her feel brave again, and prepared, though not as relaxed as she was when she left the castle. At one point, a small creature burst from the roots under a tree she was passing, and Maeve loosed the Knockback Jinx at it without even thinking. Luckily, she missed - it was just a fox, running away from her.

After another five minutes of uneventful wandering, Maeve caught a glimpse of something white ahead. It looked so untainted that her first thought was of freshly-fallen snow. That could not be it, though - it didn't snow so early in autumn so far down south, and the weather was pretty warm today. She stopped and strained to get a better look at it. The white creature moved between the trees. The sight made her hold her breath.

Maeve didn't think anything could make her look away at this point. She was wrong. There was a sound of something crashing through the trees, approaching fast. The Slytherin whipped around, grasping her wand tightly. She would not use a spell until she saw what it was, the teen resolved. It was difficult to make out the source of the noise, as the trees were especially branchy here. Then the attacker rammed into her and Maeve lost her footing.

"Ow, that hurt," she complained, rising to her feet again. At the last moment before the collision, she had realized it was just another student. Which was timely, because at around two moments before the collision she was about to cast a spell. Maeve rubbed her side where she hit a root when falling, and studied the newly arrived Gryffindor. The older girl was familiar. It took a while to remember her name. Apinya, it finally came to her. So Maeve wasn't the only one who decided to take a stroll through the woods today. The other girl had encountered something that made her flee, though. This should have made Maeve want to turn back. Strangely, she only felt more at ease now - having someone else with her granted a sense of security. "Was it following you?" If it was, it probably gave up quickly, seeing how fast the runner was.

It was only now that Maeve remembered what she had been doing before the encounter. She turned back to where the white creature had been, but there was nothing now. The two girls had made too much noise and drove it away. "I think I saw a unicorn there," she said, pointing. "Should we try tracking it?"

ALIAS: May
OTHER CHARACTERS: MAEVE THORNE, YSOLT BUTTERWORTH
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