Nior Le'Rose Raithwall

[NOIR LE'ROSE RAITHWALL]

Name!

••• square one

full name: Nior(French for black), Le’Rose, Raithwall
birthdate: May 5th
age: 21
blood:Pureblood
school graduated: Attended Hogwarts but never graduated
house graduated: None but was assigned to Hufflepuff
occupation: Wondering many lands, villages, wreaking havoc in modern cities, re-visiting Hogwarts from time to time to reminisce on his school life.
children?: None
canon?: not at all

••• soul meets body

eyes: his eyes not a dark brown nor a light brown, his eyes is that of coffee brown with a small tint of hazel that can be seen when staring into his eyes long enough.
hair: His hair is not long nor short, it is always maintained at a medium height. His hair does not extend no further than the lower parts of his neck just a couple of inches under his ears. The structure of his hair rather shaggy and slightly overlays his eyes giving him a ominous and sinister appearance.
height: six feet and two inches
portrayed by: None
in-depth appearance: At times Nior does not give too much attention to his appearances, usually as long as he seems evil through the physical eye he does not care for what he wears. Though giving his personality the facial structure of Nior very much does not suit his own personality. He has shockingly good looks that can attract many woman. His eyes perfectly aligned with his face. His lips soft and glistening almost as if his lips are constantly wet and never ashy. He doesn’t maintain much facial hair around his mouth nor chin. There is a trace of hair but it is very light.

His body is far from skinny, Nior is slim but contains natural muscle tone. He has a strong physical build far more superior in strength than many other students, Wizards & witches.

Clothing wise, he nearly always wears a black long sleeved thermal with many weird white markings upon his shirt just as they are in the celeb picture. The bottom edges of his shirt stops directly in front his the waistline of Nior’s blue jeans. And a pair of all black Nike’s. though most of these layers of clothing cannot be seen from the cloak that is tied around his neck through twin strings. This cloak bears a slightly large black hood that covers far enough over his forehead that covers his eyes from fontal and other views. Though his lower jaw and mouth area can be seen. The cloak usually when worn properly it covers the entire body of Nior down to his feet as the edges of the cloak drag along the ground. During fights with other wizards or when he causes havoc against other places he brings the cloak back behind his shoulders acting just as a cape.

••• dreams are sacred

patronus: Black panther
amortentia: Fresh blood, burning objects, Various female aromas
boggart: worst fear – Nior is more than afraid of being weak, He really only has one reason why he goes against the Regime and it is indeed something selfish, he hates the regime for trying to control everyone around them. The regime keeping secrets from others keeping them quiet and taking their right of speech. He blames the regime for his own weakness during his time in Hogwarts, he felt that what the were teach the students in Hogwarts was just the surface of what one could learn.
mirror of erised: More than anything in existence Nior wants nothing more than what one could define as absolute or almighty power. He was tire and detested of being a weak wizard. He wishes for more knowledge and wisdom but not for right purposes, not for the right causes. He was these things so he could take his revenge on the regime. He wanted to crush them and take their power and merge it with his own and not exactly take over the regime but create a new organization and empire to his likings.
secrets: Though it does not show he actually spends time alone training and reads spell books to span out his variety and knowledge of spells.
likes:
+ Obtaining power
+ Battling stronger opponents good and bad
+ taking the lives of members of the Regime
+ Wreaking havoc upon other Wizard schools
+ Learning new spells
+ Showing off his new spells in the open
+ Killing Wizards & witches who oppose him
+ Collecting and using wands from the opponents he has killed
+ Seducing women to get them to join his “squad” in the rebellion
+ Offering men power to persuade them to join his “squad”
dislikes:
- Losing in any form of competition
- Power Blocks (temporary road blocks in obtaining power)
- Rejection
- false hope
- following others/order
- The potters, (never met them personally, but wants to fight and kill them.)
- people questioning the way he thinks
- Chocolate
- Being Imprisoned or being treated as such
- weak people who think they change something
- People who maintain more power than himself
-trying to remeber
in depth personality: Nior is actually not a very complex person meaning he is not hard to figure out what he thinks or what his motives are, but most would not know of his TRUE motives for you need to be VERY close to Nior to know what his true motives are. As most know Nior is a just plain evil person, disliked by many, but his power is something Wizards and Witches of weaker levels marvel at. He can be quiet at times but when one of his dislike buttons are pushed his anger “gauge” begins to fill up. His favorite emotion is of course anger, and greed. When in the face of any of his dislikes he feels anger, and he feels a greediness for power when in the presence of people who are stronger than him.

At times Nior can be very sarcastic and intelligent simultaneously. He hates speaking to people when they begin to question the way he thinks or why he commit to the acts that he carries out. When in Hogwarts Nior was always the leader in skipping class to go off and train on something far more dangerous and even forbidden within Hogwarts, he thirst for power never learning to adapt to weakness, though he was once weak himself now obtaining a vast amount of power he rarely is seen in the presence of weakness. He is in the rebellion but since he follows no one he tends to keep to himself, but with his intelligence and power he tends to cover his tracks when he needs to let off some steam and comes back the rebellion.
Why the Rebellion side of the war? He chose the rebellion side of the war because he knew that there are others just like him that hate the Regime and has a thirst for power, he knows at his current level he is neither weak nor TOO strong so he joins the rebellion in order to fulfill his dream, To obtain absolute power and Create his own organization much more powerful than the Regime.

••• a tale to remember

family:
Father- Jonathan Le’Rose Raithwall- Deceased
Mother- Ceil Magna Raithwall- location unknown
Brother- Cray Le’rose Raithwall- Deceased
criminal record:
+ Charged with Murder of Jonathan & Cray Raithwall-
+ Charged with reckless magic usage
+ Charged with Murder of Two Hogwarts student
Criminal Status: Still at large for he was never caught to be arrested and trailed for his acts.

in depth history:

ALERT!- [R] Nior Le’rose Raithwall, this boy soon to be a rule of an empire, born from a poor wizard family. The Raithwall’s did not own much merchandise. But as Nior and his elder brother Cray grew up together there were very different from each other almost as if they were complete opposites, the closet someone could compare the two was by portraying Cray as “Light” and Nior as “Dark”. Though when they were young signs of Nior’s anger would show but they were almost random acts of anger and aggression at the time he was merely a child. Nior was loud, he broke many objects he touched purposely but they were small items. His Brother Cray quite the opposite he was calm, quiet, collected unlike Nior. Cray was rather shy with other people even his brother for the two felt distant from each other due to their completely different personalities.

The Day when Nior finally showed traces of his magical abilities his parents quickly enrolled him into Hogwarts just as they did Cray, but by this time Cray had already completed two years upon attending Hogwarts. During the very first year Nior was rather excited, but upon his arrival he was placed into a separate house other than his brother which was HufflePuff as Cray was placed in Gryphindor. During his first two years at Hogwarts he went along to class to class learning spells, potions and how to properly wield a wand. With the Regime taking toll upon the school and its students down into the deepest pit of Nior’s stomach he felt as if he was being limited like he was being taught all the wrong things, or at least the things the was most important.

During the nights of Hogwarts when every student was up to be he snuck around the person who patrolled the library at the time, once he would sneak past this person into the library he did nothing more than study, there were books on spells that he didn’t even knew existed, he became excited but not in a positive way, but in a greedy negative way. During that night he had been reading this book by using the tip of his wand to act as that of a very small flash light, just enough to make out the words without making a bright light. He grew weary after read and traversed back into his quarters with the book in hand and placed it under his pillow once he reached his room.

Two years had passed since he found this book. He skipped class to study in books and practice his magic instead of attending class, he would constantly be punished for doing these things but he paid no mind to the little punishments and just simply went on with his training once they were done. The Lust for power began to grow and his greediness began to expand also. He often trained in a room located within a hallway within Hogwarts that was usually always empty. Cray had stopped by to say goodbye to his brother for it was Crays last day at Hogwarts. Cray had a hunch that Nior would be here for Cray sometimes would also visit this room but this visit was his last. As he opened the door and what Cray saw was the last thing that he would see. What Cray had witnessed was his younger brother standing with a book in his left hand inches from his face and in his right was a wand inside a relaxed hand down at his side. Nior Looked up acting Non-chalantly, there was a unconscious body that had long been dead before Cray arrived.

Cray asked why Nior did such a thing, and Nior didn’t even answer him he simply said,”Brother I know your going to try and tell about what’s happened here and the thing is I cannot let you do such a thing, for if I was caught I would be imprisoned in a place I cannot obtain absolute power.” Immediately without warning Nior lifted his wand pointing it at his brother, his own flesh and blood and began to mutter a incantation “Sectumsempra” and as he did a fast moving object seem like that of a gust of wind touched the neck of Cray, and within a matter of seconds a wound as if Cray was cut by a sword opens horizontally across his neck as blood begins to endlessly pour and spew from his neck as he falls to the ground slipping away into unconsciousness. “Good=Bye Brother”. Was the last words that Cray, Niors elder brother heard, as he bleed out to his death and his eyes remained open. There was a student that just happened to walk by the door as he gasped compromising his presence to Nior, the girl ran. “Oh no you don’t” he then pointed his wand towards the girl and casted the spell “Confringo” a spell what engulfs the casters target. And when it did the girl burst into flames and she began to scream but as she did Nior Cast a Silencio spell which silences something immediately, and the girl that was suffering from sevre burns simply screamed out in pain but nothing can be heard. He knew that people where going to be coming soon due to the girls abnormally loud sound waves that she projected. As he slowly and non-chalantly stepped through the hallway door he saw a teach coming from a class room and the teacher looked directly into the eyes of Nior and looked behind him. Noir simply began to walk to the left don a separate hallway as the teacher began to walk towards Nior, and as the teacher reached the corner Nior left no traces of his whereabouts.

Several hours later word had gotten around about Nior, and he suddenly appears at the door step to his house, he kicked the door down and his father was sitting there as if he were waiting for Nior. His father asked him if he had become insane. And immediately Nior used the Wingardium Leviosa upon a knife near the table. He moved the levitated knife to the neck of his father thrusting it into the side of his neck as he fell to the ground dying from massive blood loss. His mother was away at the moment but the only reason why Nior came back to his home was to grab his favorite black cloak that was given to him by his father as a child. Once having the cloak in his possession he slip away from his house as he just walked and wondered from various landscapes for three years entering his 21th birthday and still strives to become stronger and obtain his dream, but before this he had to get rid of the Regime, so he decide to become allies with the Rebellion and take a temporary refuge at the hog’s head.

••• famous last words

your name or alias: Raith//Lunar
how long have you been role playing: 7 years and counting
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other characters: none as of yet
keyword: EDITED
sample roleplay: Nior, Striding through a small park with in rome during the night, Taking the time out to finally relax and have time to himself, though this will be only for a short period he still just as every person needs is some time to think. He found himself a small bench that sat under a light pole to take a seat upon as he begins to gently in a calm motion to reach his left hand up and grasp the edges of his hood near his left ear as he pulls back, thus taking off his hood, he only revealed his appearance due to the fact that he knew that there was currently no other being within the same vicinity that Nior was in.

He emitted a moderate sized sigh before he closes his eyes and begins to tilt his head down look at his feet and the grounds on which they were placed under. Various thoughts began to span out and traverse through the nous(mind) of Nior. “Is this the right thing?, Should I be doing this? these were just a few thoughts that had questioned what Nior was doing and how far he would go to accomplish his goal and dreams. He began to lift his head up with a angered expression as aggressive words began to be summoned and conjured from his mouth. “No… what I am doing will benefit the world, The Regime are the wrong ones, they are the reasons why I was so weak but not anymore…im going to rid of them and create a new world.” as these words escaped the mouth of Nior he began to arise from the bench in which he sat upon and lifted the hooded counterpart to his cloak and placed it upon his head once again concealing his facial features. He began to ominously stride away step by step away from the bench as he walks away from the light that the light pole projected walking back into the darkness that the cold night had produced at this time.

[TAMMY SILISIA DE'ATH]