Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Oct 18, 2007 21:48:41 GMT -5
Name: Zane Lucifer Bishop (Zee)
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Nationality: English
Speech: none but english
Blood: Pure
Father: Liam Eugene Bishop
Mother: Catherine Jane Bishop
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair Color: Dark brown and long for a guy
Eye Color: Dark brown
Skin Color: Very lightly tanned
Clothing style: Button shirts, usually with most of the buttons undone, ripped jeans or nice slacks depending
Accessories: Many different neck and wrist accouterments, often mismatched and worn in abundance.
Other: Often sunglasses with colorful lenses in various shades. Sometimes a mustache and goatee
Special Ability: Wandless Magic
Wand: Sycamore with Chimaera scale
Paragraph Format: Zane Lucifer Bishop was a bit odd. His clothing never seemed to match in any logical way. He'd wear a nice, pressed button down shirt tucked into a pair of jeans that could only be described as shredded, or a ragged v-neck under an even rattier, stained button down half spilling out of lovely mocha slacks. That was the only recognizable pattern. If one article of clothing was pristine, its compatriot would be quite the opposite. He liked the contrast. His wrists were usually equally mismatched, perpetually adorned with all manner of "jewelry." Leather bands in brown, black, or other colors, perhaps a silvery watch on occasion, hair ties, toy bracelets composed of little plastic hearts in all the colors of the rainbow strung together, and even simple bandannas or scraps of material tied messily around his wrist. These never went well together and were never the same two days in a row. Around his neck would be not less than three articles of varying lengths, often metal tokens of some sort on leather cords. Hemp and chokers were common, chains not unheard of.
He was tall, just over six feet, and he used it all while walking, his posture perfect. Anytime he paused however, he'd either find something to lean against or hunch forward just a bit, so that he was often thought to be of more average height, five ten or five eleven. Slender described his frame well. He had enough meat on him to look quite healthy, but few would call him muscular. His dark hair hung chaotically nearly to his shoulders, obscuring his vision often. Hi eyes matched his hair in color. and they always appeared calm and collected. Along with his hair, tinted glasses in various styles and shades often hid his eyes from view.
Personality: Zee, in a word, is twisted. He hasn't a care about so called morality and is in fact quite sadistic. The suffering and pain of others pleases and amuses him. and he may go out of his way to bring it about. Petty discomfort and teenage angst is all well and good, but what he truly longs for is torture. The pain threshold fascinates him. Anytime he meets someone new, he starts to put together an estimation of how long it would take him to break them. He carefully observes their interaction with others, trying to discover who matters to whom. Straight physical torture seems rather blunt and brutish. Anybody can press a hot poker against a vice-held tongue. What really counts is the psychological damage, the emotional hell someone could be put through. It is for this reason that he spends so much time watching others. The more you know a person, the more you can hurt them. The more you hurt them, the more their true self is revealed and the more you know about them. It's a pleasant cycle.
However, Zee is nothing if not cunning. He has become a true master at deception, lies and half truths coming easier to his lips than honest words. He knows perfectly well that he is no great dark wizard. If his nature was known to others, he would quickly be put down. On the surface he is polite, friendly, and warm. An innocent smile plays about his lips constantly. Feeling no guilt for his cruel ways, it's not difficult to hide them. His pride is wrapped up in his ability to deceive and his prowess of observation, thus he has no problem appearing quite humble and selfless, apologizing when he thinks it's in his best interest. He laughs to himself at the barbarians who flaunt their power and treat others contemptibly, knowing that their pride and foolish arrogance are their weakness.
No, he rather relishes the fact that he may enjoy the good reputation of being a gentle friend to all, only he knowing his true reasons for carefully cultivating these relationships. While he certainly feels no true love for any, he is not quick to abandon his facade and thus will put himself in danger to protect a "friend" so long as he believes no serious harm will come to him. His true concern always is for himself and his own well being, and any action that seems contrary to that is a carefully calculated risk. Aside from having to keep people believing he'd risk his life for theirs, he also does not wish to lose someone whom he's spent time and resources on earning trust. That would simply be a waste.
His only real fear is an end to his deceit. He knows beyond doubt that if discovered, everything could come crashing down in an instant. Following this, he has studied occlumency extensively, but still finds himself worrying whenever he discovers anyone to be a legillimens. When he's alone, he muses over the vast difference between who he is and who everyone perceives him to be. He likes the contrast.
History: Despite what one might think based on his twisted nature, Zee was never purposefully abused as a child. His parents doted on him constantly, always reminding him of the nobility of his untainted blood. He was born in England to Liam Eugene Bishop and Catherine Jane Bishop, a young couple who could (and often did) trace their respective bloodlines back dozens of generations. He was a sorely temperamental child, throwing tantrum after tantrum when he didn't get his way. Liam and Catherine spoiled him terribly. He always had the best they could afford, which just happened to coincide with the best that was available. They were both from ancient and wealthy families.
It wasn't long before Zee grew weary of everything his parents bought him. He was never satisfied with anything, only placated briefly by a new toy or a new pet. His parents were fools, thinking that if they kept him happy and free from worry about not having something he "needed," he would have a happy life. It wasn't difficult for him to blame the house elf for anything he broke. They would of course believe their darling son over a house elf. Zee grew proficient with lies, learning to match his posture and expression to his words. He soon became more amused by the horrors he could unleash upon the house elf (he'd never even bothered to learn the thing's name) by blaming it for broken vases than by any of the countless treasures his parents continued to lay before him. The elf received all the punishments Zee had always avoided, and they were severe.
Then Zee turned eleven and received his first wand. Liam had decided that Zee would be home schooled; Catherine having insisted upon it. She didn't want her precious boy mixing with the rabble at Hogwarts, all the half-bloods and filthy mudbloods. Liam agreed heartily when she'd pointed this out. Zee promptly received deluxe editions of all the first year books. Catherine set about trying to teach him, but her pace was too slow. She tried to teach him at the pace she had learned, and it quickly became apparent that he was far cleverer than she. It wasn't difficult for Zee to persuade her to leave him be with the books and let him absorb the knowledge himself. He flew through the material, practicing the spells he'd learned on his menagerie of pets. He of course hid these experiments from his ignorant parents. Setting a blasting charm upon your rabbit wasn't smiled upon in the Bishop house, but scourgify and tergeo sufficed to clean up the awful mess. After that it was a simple matter of blaming the elf for forgetting to put the rabbit in it's cage, letting it run away, then shedding a few tears. He was rewarded with both the amusement of hearing the elf's screams and three new rabbits, perfect for future practice.
For his twelfth birthday he asked for and (naturally) was given a house elf of his own, that answered only to him. He'd said he wanted one because the family elf kept letting his pets disappear. In truth, he needed books his parents would never approve of. They may have been elitist, ignorant fools, but they didn't approve of dark magic. With his own elf he was able to send it out to procure Magick Moste Evile, Secrets of the Darkest Art, and other such volumes. He continued to learn the standard curriculum at an expedited pace, and in all the free time this afforded him Zee studied the dark arts, learning all about the imperius curse, avada kedavra, and horcruxes. This last item he found interesting, but ultimately distasteful. He'd learned in Wicked Wonders of the Recent Past all about Voldemort and his experiments with horcruxes. Zee had no desire to experience the sort of half-life the dark lord had gone through. He was however quite intrigued by the cruciatus curse.
He spent years perfecting his abilities. His collection of pets diminished, his parents starting to suspect there was more to the story of their disappearances than he'd tell them. They were realizing their theories of raising a happy child were badly mistaken. Zee was only happy whilst sequestered in his room, torturing his pets. Whenever he grew tired of the pitiful noises they would make, he would finish them off. This always took far longer than it had taken him to tire of his childhood toys. Nothing entertained him the way torture did, but eventually the dumb animals ceased being amusing. They lacked the mental capacity to grasp that they were in pain for no reason at all. This vexed him, and before long he took to mercilessly tormenting the family house elf. On his sixteenth birthday, after months of exquisite pleasure, he finally used the killing curse on the pathetic creature, vanishing its corpse. He feigned ignorance when his father inquired about it, though he could tell the man was suspicious. He'd grown bored with fooling his parents the way he seemed to grow bored with everything. He'd stopped trying as hard to keep them oblivious.
Thus it went one night in October. Having only his personal house elf remaining as his means of expression, he spent much time in his room, testing, seeing how long he could manage to keep the thing conscious before the pain overwhelmed it. He had of course cast Muffliato, but he wasn't ready for his mother to go so far as to magically unseal his door, bursting in unexpectedly and finding him in the depths of laughter, his elf screaming on the floor. Horrified, she quickly disarmed him. Smiling quietly, he allowed her to lead him downstairs. His smile persisted as his parents yelled furiously, telling him what a disgrace he was and how they hadn't thought him capable of such behavior. At the climax of their anger, Liam went so far as to snap Zee's wand cleanly in two. Even at this Zee's expression remained calmly amused. He stood up slowly when there was a lull in the shouting.
"You're right father. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Crucio! Imperio!"
His mother fell screaming to the floor as his father watched, a small smile playing out on Liam's face to match that on Zee's. They hadn't known he'd learned to do magic without a wand. Zee had never used magic against humans before. He found it immensely more satisfying than lesser creatures. After listening to Catherine's cries for some time, he imperiused her as well. What to do now? He needed to keep his parents alive, but he couldn't just go back to torturing house elves. He needed to be around people. Lots of people. He needed . . . ah, Hogwarts. Programming his parents to contact the school and request his transfer, even though the year had already begun, he returned to his room to pack.
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Nationality: English
Speech: none but english
Blood: Pure
Father: Liam Eugene Bishop
Mother: Catherine Jane Bishop
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 175 lbs
Hair Color: Dark brown and long for a guy
Eye Color: Dark brown
Skin Color: Very lightly tanned
Clothing style: Button shirts, usually with most of the buttons undone, ripped jeans or nice slacks depending
Accessories: Many different neck and wrist accouterments, often mismatched and worn in abundance.
Other: Often sunglasses with colorful lenses in various shades. Sometimes a mustache and goatee
Special Ability: Wandless Magic
Wand: Sycamore with Chimaera scale
Paragraph Format: Zane Lucifer Bishop was a bit odd. His clothing never seemed to match in any logical way. He'd wear a nice, pressed button down shirt tucked into a pair of jeans that could only be described as shredded, or a ragged v-neck under an even rattier, stained button down half spilling out of lovely mocha slacks. That was the only recognizable pattern. If one article of clothing was pristine, its compatriot would be quite the opposite. He liked the contrast. His wrists were usually equally mismatched, perpetually adorned with all manner of "jewelry." Leather bands in brown, black, or other colors, perhaps a silvery watch on occasion, hair ties, toy bracelets composed of little plastic hearts in all the colors of the rainbow strung together, and even simple bandannas or scraps of material tied messily around his wrist. These never went well together and were never the same two days in a row. Around his neck would be not less than three articles of varying lengths, often metal tokens of some sort on leather cords. Hemp and chokers were common, chains not unheard of.
He was tall, just over six feet, and he used it all while walking, his posture perfect. Anytime he paused however, he'd either find something to lean against or hunch forward just a bit, so that he was often thought to be of more average height, five ten or five eleven. Slender described his frame well. He had enough meat on him to look quite healthy, but few would call him muscular. His dark hair hung chaotically nearly to his shoulders, obscuring his vision often. Hi eyes matched his hair in color. and they always appeared calm and collected. Along with his hair, tinted glasses in various styles and shades often hid his eyes from view.
Personality: Zee, in a word, is twisted. He hasn't a care about so called morality and is in fact quite sadistic. The suffering and pain of others pleases and amuses him. and he may go out of his way to bring it about. Petty discomfort and teenage angst is all well and good, but what he truly longs for is torture. The pain threshold fascinates him. Anytime he meets someone new, he starts to put together an estimation of how long it would take him to break them. He carefully observes their interaction with others, trying to discover who matters to whom. Straight physical torture seems rather blunt and brutish. Anybody can press a hot poker against a vice-held tongue. What really counts is the psychological damage, the emotional hell someone could be put through. It is for this reason that he spends so much time watching others. The more you know a person, the more you can hurt them. The more you hurt them, the more their true self is revealed and the more you know about them. It's a pleasant cycle.
However, Zee is nothing if not cunning. He has become a true master at deception, lies and half truths coming easier to his lips than honest words. He knows perfectly well that he is no great dark wizard. If his nature was known to others, he would quickly be put down. On the surface he is polite, friendly, and warm. An innocent smile plays about his lips constantly. Feeling no guilt for his cruel ways, it's not difficult to hide them. His pride is wrapped up in his ability to deceive and his prowess of observation, thus he has no problem appearing quite humble and selfless, apologizing when he thinks it's in his best interest. He laughs to himself at the barbarians who flaunt their power and treat others contemptibly, knowing that their pride and foolish arrogance are their weakness.
No, he rather relishes the fact that he may enjoy the good reputation of being a gentle friend to all, only he knowing his true reasons for carefully cultivating these relationships. While he certainly feels no true love for any, he is not quick to abandon his facade and thus will put himself in danger to protect a "friend" so long as he believes no serious harm will come to him. His true concern always is for himself and his own well being, and any action that seems contrary to that is a carefully calculated risk. Aside from having to keep people believing he'd risk his life for theirs, he also does not wish to lose someone whom he's spent time and resources on earning trust. That would simply be a waste.
His only real fear is an end to his deceit. He knows beyond doubt that if discovered, everything could come crashing down in an instant. Following this, he has studied occlumency extensively, but still finds himself worrying whenever he discovers anyone to be a legillimens. When he's alone, he muses over the vast difference between who he is and who everyone perceives him to be. He likes the contrast.
History: Despite what one might think based on his twisted nature, Zee was never purposefully abused as a child. His parents doted on him constantly, always reminding him of the nobility of his untainted blood. He was born in England to Liam Eugene Bishop and Catherine Jane Bishop, a young couple who could (and often did) trace their respective bloodlines back dozens of generations. He was a sorely temperamental child, throwing tantrum after tantrum when he didn't get his way. Liam and Catherine spoiled him terribly. He always had the best they could afford, which just happened to coincide with the best that was available. They were both from ancient and wealthy families.
It wasn't long before Zee grew weary of everything his parents bought him. He was never satisfied with anything, only placated briefly by a new toy or a new pet. His parents were fools, thinking that if they kept him happy and free from worry about not having something he "needed," he would have a happy life. It wasn't difficult for him to blame the house elf for anything he broke. They would of course believe their darling son over a house elf. Zee grew proficient with lies, learning to match his posture and expression to his words. He soon became more amused by the horrors he could unleash upon the house elf (he'd never even bothered to learn the thing's name) by blaming it for broken vases than by any of the countless treasures his parents continued to lay before him. The elf received all the punishments Zee had always avoided, and they were severe.
Then Zee turned eleven and received his first wand. Liam had decided that Zee would be home schooled; Catherine having insisted upon it. She didn't want her precious boy mixing with the rabble at Hogwarts, all the half-bloods and filthy mudbloods. Liam agreed heartily when she'd pointed this out. Zee promptly received deluxe editions of all the first year books. Catherine set about trying to teach him, but her pace was too slow. She tried to teach him at the pace she had learned, and it quickly became apparent that he was far cleverer than she. It wasn't difficult for Zee to persuade her to leave him be with the books and let him absorb the knowledge himself. He flew through the material, practicing the spells he'd learned on his menagerie of pets. He of course hid these experiments from his ignorant parents. Setting a blasting charm upon your rabbit wasn't smiled upon in the Bishop house, but scourgify and tergeo sufficed to clean up the awful mess. After that it was a simple matter of blaming the elf for forgetting to put the rabbit in it's cage, letting it run away, then shedding a few tears. He was rewarded with both the amusement of hearing the elf's screams and three new rabbits, perfect for future practice.
For his twelfth birthday he asked for and (naturally) was given a house elf of his own, that answered only to him. He'd said he wanted one because the family elf kept letting his pets disappear. In truth, he needed books his parents would never approve of. They may have been elitist, ignorant fools, but they didn't approve of dark magic. With his own elf he was able to send it out to procure Magick Moste Evile, Secrets of the Darkest Art, and other such volumes. He continued to learn the standard curriculum at an expedited pace, and in all the free time this afforded him Zee studied the dark arts, learning all about the imperius curse, avada kedavra, and horcruxes. This last item he found interesting, but ultimately distasteful. He'd learned in Wicked Wonders of the Recent Past all about Voldemort and his experiments with horcruxes. Zee had no desire to experience the sort of half-life the dark lord had gone through. He was however quite intrigued by the cruciatus curse.
He spent years perfecting his abilities. His collection of pets diminished, his parents starting to suspect there was more to the story of their disappearances than he'd tell them. They were realizing their theories of raising a happy child were badly mistaken. Zee was only happy whilst sequestered in his room, torturing his pets. Whenever he grew tired of the pitiful noises they would make, he would finish them off. This always took far longer than it had taken him to tire of his childhood toys. Nothing entertained him the way torture did, but eventually the dumb animals ceased being amusing. They lacked the mental capacity to grasp that they were in pain for no reason at all. This vexed him, and before long he took to mercilessly tormenting the family house elf. On his sixteenth birthday, after months of exquisite pleasure, he finally used the killing curse on the pathetic creature, vanishing its corpse. He feigned ignorance when his father inquired about it, though he could tell the man was suspicious. He'd grown bored with fooling his parents the way he seemed to grow bored with everything. He'd stopped trying as hard to keep them oblivious.
Thus it went one night in October. Having only his personal house elf remaining as his means of expression, he spent much time in his room, testing, seeing how long he could manage to keep the thing conscious before the pain overwhelmed it. He had of course cast Muffliato, but he wasn't ready for his mother to go so far as to magically unseal his door, bursting in unexpectedly and finding him in the depths of laughter, his elf screaming on the floor. Horrified, she quickly disarmed him. Smiling quietly, he allowed her to lead him downstairs. His smile persisted as his parents yelled furiously, telling him what a disgrace he was and how they hadn't thought him capable of such behavior. At the climax of their anger, Liam went so far as to snap Zee's wand cleanly in two. Even at this Zee's expression remained calmly amused. He stood up slowly when there was a lull in the shouting.
"You're right father. You have no idea what I'm capable of. Crucio! Imperio!"
His mother fell screaming to the floor as his father watched, a small smile playing out on Liam's face to match that on Zee's. They hadn't known he'd learned to do magic without a wand. Zee had never used magic against humans before. He found it immensely more satisfying than lesser creatures. After listening to Catherine's cries for some time, he imperiused her as well. What to do now? He needed to keep his parents alive, but he couldn't just go back to torturing house elves. He needed to be around people. Lots of people. He needed . . . ah, Hogwarts. Programming his parents to contact the school and request his transfer, even though the year had already begun, he returned to his room to pack.