Post by Cain the Scorched on Nov 24, 2011 2:38:40 GMT -5
Name: Cain Elias Pierce // The Ministry Ghost // The Auror Ghost // The Haunt of Cubicle Four // the Cursebreaker // That Bloody Ghost Who Won't Go Away and Bother Somebody Else
Age: 27
Birthdate/place: [01-09-1997] Floating Harbour, England
Date of Death/place: [04-09-2024] London, England
Species: Ghost
Gender: Male
Family: Pureblood.
Caleigh Briar Pierce – 38 – Twin
Cara Elizabeth Pierce – 31 – Sister
Having ‘adopted’ Alex Kameren as his brother when they were teens, he considers the Kamerens his family.
Alecsander Malice Kameren – 38 – brother, wizard.
Eloise Kameren – Sister-in-law, Witch. 38.
Elias Cain Kameren – Nephew, 10. [April 2025]
Madelyne Paige Kameren – Niece, 9. [December 2026]
Kristopher Curse Kameren - Brother, wizard. 42.
Arianna Dream Kameren – Sister-in-law, witch. 39.
Maxime Kristopher Kameren - Nephew, wizard. 24.
Violet Sophia Kameren - Niece, witch. 12.
Evelyn Aimee Kameren - Niece, witch. 8.
Appearance:
Hair: Medium length and a warm gold streaked with silver.
Eyes: Sky blue.
Build/height- 5’10”, Cain is of average build.
General Description- As a ghost, one can tell the general colors that made Cain up in life, for instance, one can clearly see that his eyes were light in color, and his hair was most likely blonde. However, now Cain is a pale, slightly translucent, silvery echo of himself. He is most commonly seen in the jeans and shirt he died in, scorching marking both the clothing and the ghost himself.
Possessions-
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Cain is not a quiet, retiring ghost. No, Cain is as loud and enthusiastic in death as he was in life. He can often be found chatting with any witch or wizard who wanders by, and doesn’t limit himself to the place he died, as some ghosts will. He loves interacting with the living, and is willing to be consulted on his great store of knowledge, both magical and historical. He talks easily about the witch/demon Mosrael and the demons that roamed the nights fifteen years ago, as if he is reluctant to let any forget.
Naturally protective, there is little Cain can do as a ghost to protect those he cares about, but he is known to give advice and warnings that can steer someone down a safer path. Cain feels immensely guilty still over events in the past that he speaks of only rarely, even with the people who were there. He remains as a ghost instead of moving on in an attempt to do some good in the world to make up for them.
Alliance-
Alignment-
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Ravenclaw
Job- Ghost of the Auror department // Former Cursebreaker for the aurors.
Employer-
OWLs/NEWTs-
Other:
Magical Skills- He can float through walls and turn into a ghostly otter.
Patronus-
Wand-
Goals/Aspirations- What aspirations do the dead have?
Other Information-
History-
Hello world! I’m Cain, legendary cursebreaker, office plague and other silly things. I’m the Auror department’s resident ghost (and why not? Its very amusing the way the new Head Auror twitches when I’m mentioned.) I suppose you want to learn about my life, huh? Well, here goes. I’ll keep it brief, I promise.
I was born on September 1st, 1997, three minutes before my little sister. In matter of fact, she had a hold of my heel, so I suppose you could say we were born together. Couldn’t have been too comfortable for poor ol’ mom, Cal refusing to go all the way through the birth canal like that, just sticking her arm out, like she wanted to haul me back in.
Point of fact, one thing you could always say about Cal was that she was bloody stubborn. Caleigh being her full name, but we called her Cal. She could teach a mule a thing or two about standing its ground. Right little spitfire, and I should know, us being thick as thieves and stuck to each other’s sides like burrs. I was the one who taught her to fight, and she was the one who added weight to Mom’s edict that ladies are to be treated like, well, ladies. Mostly because I taught her to fight, and she was possessing already of a strong sense of honor and justice and all.
We had a happy childhood, and readily welcomed a newcomer among us when Cara was born, seven years later. Quite a gap, but I don’t think you could rightly blame our parents, the whirling dervishes that us two were. Four more years passed quite happily, for what is there to mar your happiness when you’ve a family, and the money and prestige of that family reaches back through the generations. Oh, we weren’t fabulously wealthy, but certainly we had our place in wizarding society.
Off we went to school, carrying our new supplies and even our brand new owls. (Get on with the story of my life? I am… Separate myself from Cal? I certainly cannot! While we did grow apart in later years, we’ve always been two halves of a whole, and especially in our childhood. Now let me tell it, its my story, not yours!)
Being Cain with a C-A-I instead of Cal with a C-A-L I naturally was called first. I certainly did expect to be housed in Gryffindor. Oh, don’t look so surprised! I’ve a hard time naming one of my family, save myself, who was sorted otherwise. But the hat placed me in Ravenclaw. I was separated from Cal for the very first time, for she was placed in Gryffindor.
But never mind that! We had great fun, switching house colors and sneaking into each other’s dorms. She told me the password, and I helped her with the riddles, though honestly, she rarely needed that. And together we made many friends, throughout the school. In particular, I befriended a boy named Alex Kameren. Now, being a pureblood, one can certainly expect to know every other pureblood family, by name if not otherwise. And the Kamerens were a particularly notorious offshoot of the Black and Malfoy family.
Either way, this boy was out of his family’s house as well, his family’s typical house being Slytherin. He was shy and clearly needed a friend. Throughout the years of school, I dragged him into my schemes and he dragged me into his fights. Mostly because I wanted to, not because he asked me to. Alex was a rather strange and untrusting teenager. He also provided a moral compass, strangely enough. As I went through school I found myself drawn to dark magic, at first so I could fight it better and then because I was obsessed. In our sixth year, at Christmas, my sister interrupted a ritual I was attempting and there was… an incident. I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you, save that that’s where we both got our burn scars.
Cain paced for a few moments, above the floor, looking distressed and gripping his wrists. Finally he looked up and spoke. I know I said it would be brief, but never fear, we’re nearly to the end. Two thirds of my life, gone.
Anyway, I swore to both my twin, my other and better half, my soulmate, that I would never practice such magic again. What, you are surprised I call her my soulmate? And why not? A soulmate is not always someone you share your life with romantically. A soulmate is someone who knows your faults and failings along with your triumphs and good deeds, and accepts all of you. A soulmate makes you feel whole. You’re never quite right unless you are together.
Anyway, I instead devoted my time to learning how to defeat and circumvent such magic. I went with my sister to America, where she served as an auror in the magical embassy there. I studied, and I tried to lend my aid to one of America’s great wizarding banks, but it wasn’t enough. It was when my sister dragged me into one of her investigations that I found my place. Working with law enforcement, I found my purpose.
Anyway, after a few happy years, I started to realize I was being followed. I moved from New York to D.C., trying to draw them away from Cal. There were incidents in D.C., a couple of the men I worked with died. It was hard for me to reconcile their deaths for some time, and I fled the hand that reached for me. I fled to England, not realizing I walked into the maw of the trap.
I got there shortly after the break-in at the Ministry, the one where Kameren dueled Kameren, and blood spilled blood. I was there to witness the strange spells Kameren was under, and I was the one he asked for help. It was hard, discovering exactly what had to be done, but it was done. Cal and I had already withstood one attack, but the second one came on Christmas eve. We weren’t ready for it, and we were captured.
They wanted me to learn how to use their stolen artifact, and they used Cal to force me. I was denied food, but not a finger touched me. It was Caleigh whose screams echoed along the halls. She was strong, and refused to let me surrender. Still, I finally broke, and I struck a bargain, and I bought her freedom at the cost of my vow to her, so long ago. I fully expected to die, and I wanted to, for that object, what it could do, what it was…
It is a burden on my soul, even now. When I finally escaped, it was with an expectation of death. How could I focus enough to get to any destination? But I lived, and the woman who possessed me tormented me, even as I fought clear, even as I tried to die. But after the long months, after the… after it drained the very life from my body and she invaded every corner of my mind, formed a tight bond that neither of us understood, but that she seemed to need and depend on like a plant needs soil. And like a plant in need of soil growing amongst the rocks, she broke my mind, stretched and bent it to fit and suit her better. After all that, my brother’s brother refused me the solace of death.
My sister was alive, something I hadn’t dare dream of. And she and Alex required of me to survive. But my mind was broken from Scarlet’s interference, from the weight of guilt and shame, that I had brought such horror to the land. But after a time, I grew determined once again, and I was building my life, shoring the broken pieces around me, when Curse Kameren killed Her. Her need for me had backlashed, and my mind had begun to depend on her presence.
I knew when he found her. I knew every moment she fought him, and everything he did in search of his son. And when Alex brought me the boy, the child she had thought to replace me as the operator, I was in pieces on the floor.
The ghost paused, his eyes unfocusing with the pain of memories. He shuddered and dissipated, until he was little more than a light mist.
I don’t care to relate what happened next.
Eventually, I began to heal. I tried to help the boy, but I was too broken. He had to find his own way. I returned to work in the ministry, and I regained my ability to laugh. I was working when Elle, another old friend, brought me the news. Alex had finally proposed, they were to marry. She told me that she wasn’t sure how to tell him she was pregnant. I told her she had to tell him as soon as possible, Alex always wanted a family. She was so happy, she was glowing.
I was humming as I returned to work. But I made an error. A tiny one, just a little split second distraction. I like to think she held my hand as I died, though I’ve never asked her. I don’t recall the exact moment, only that I didn’t die immediately. The exact details of my death have always been lost to my memory.
Age: 27
Birthdate/place: [01-09-1997] Floating Harbour, England
Date of Death/place: [04-09-2024] London, England
Species: Ghost
Gender: Male
Family: Pureblood.
Caleigh Briar Pierce – 38 – Twin
Cara Elizabeth Pierce – 31 – Sister
Having ‘adopted’ Alex Kameren as his brother when they were teens, he considers the Kamerens his family.
Alecsander Malice Kameren – 38 – brother, wizard.
Eloise Kameren – Sister-in-law, Witch. 38.
Elias Cain Kameren – Nephew, 10. [April 2025]
Madelyne Paige Kameren – Niece, 9. [December 2026]
Kristopher Curse Kameren - Brother, wizard. 42.
Arianna Dream Kameren – Sister-in-law, witch. 39.
Maxime Kristopher Kameren - Nephew, wizard. 24.
Violet Sophia Kameren - Niece, witch. 12.
Evelyn Aimee Kameren - Niece, witch. 8.
Appearance:
Hair: Medium length and a warm gold streaked with silver.
Eyes: Sky blue.
Build/height- 5’10”, Cain is of average build.
General Description- As a ghost, one can tell the general colors that made Cain up in life, for instance, one can clearly see that his eyes were light in color, and his hair was most likely blonde. However, now Cain is a pale, slightly translucent, silvery echo of himself. He is most commonly seen in the jeans and shirt he died in, scorching marking both the clothing and the ghost himself.
Possessions-
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Cain is not a quiet, retiring ghost. No, Cain is as loud and enthusiastic in death as he was in life. He can often be found chatting with any witch or wizard who wanders by, and doesn’t limit himself to the place he died, as some ghosts will. He loves interacting with the living, and is willing to be consulted on his great store of knowledge, both magical and historical. He talks easily about the witch/demon Mosrael and the demons that roamed the nights fifteen years ago, as if he is reluctant to let any forget.
Naturally protective, there is little Cain can do as a ghost to protect those he cares about, but he is known to give advice and warnings that can steer someone down a safer path. Cain feels immensely guilty still over events in the past that he speaks of only rarely, even with the people who were there. He remains as a ghost instead of moving on in an attempt to do some good in the world to make up for them.
Alliance-
Alignment-
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Ravenclaw
Job- Ghost of the Auror department // Former Cursebreaker for the aurors.
Employer-
OWLs/NEWTs-
Other:
Magical Skills- He can float through walls and turn into a ghostly otter.
Patronus-
Wand-
Goals/Aspirations- What aspirations do the dead have?
Other Information-
History-
Hello world! I’m Cain, legendary cursebreaker, office plague and other silly things. I’m the Auror department’s resident ghost (and why not? Its very amusing the way the new Head Auror twitches when I’m mentioned.) I suppose you want to learn about my life, huh? Well, here goes. I’ll keep it brief, I promise.
I was born on September 1st, 1997, three minutes before my little sister. In matter of fact, she had a hold of my heel, so I suppose you could say we were born together. Couldn’t have been too comfortable for poor ol’ mom, Cal refusing to go all the way through the birth canal like that, just sticking her arm out, like she wanted to haul me back in.
Point of fact, one thing you could always say about Cal was that she was bloody stubborn. Caleigh being her full name, but we called her Cal. She could teach a mule a thing or two about standing its ground. Right little spitfire, and I should know, us being thick as thieves and stuck to each other’s sides like burrs. I was the one who taught her to fight, and she was the one who added weight to Mom’s edict that ladies are to be treated like, well, ladies. Mostly because I taught her to fight, and she was possessing already of a strong sense of honor and justice and all.
We had a happy childhood, and readily welcomed a newcomer among us when Cara was born, seven years later. Quite a gap, but I don’t think you could rightly blame our parents, the whirling dervishes that us two were. Four more years passed quite happily, for what is there to mar your happiness when you’ve a family, and the money and prestige of that family reaches back through the generations. Oh, we weren’t fabulously wealthy, but certainly we had our place in wizarding society.
Off we went to school, carrying our new supplies and even our brand new owls. (Get on with the story of my life? I am… Separate myself from Cal? I certainly cannot! While we did grow apart in later years, we’ve always been two halves of a whole, and especially in our childhood. Now let me tell it, its my story, not yours!)
Being Cain with a C-A-I instead of Cal with a C-A-L I naturally was called first. I certainly did expect to be housed in Gryffindor. Oh, don’t look so surprised! I’ve a hard time naming one of my family, save myself, who was sorted otherwise. But the hat placed me in Ravenclaw. I was separated from Cal for the very first time, for she was placed in Gryffindor.
But never mind that! We had great fun, switching house colors and sneaking into each other’s dorms. She told me the password, and I helped her with the riddles, though honestly, she rarely needed that. And together we made many friends, throughout the school. In particular, I befriended a boy named Alex Kameren. Now, being a pureblood, one can certainly expect to know every other pureblood family, by name if not otherwise. And the Kamerens were a particularly notorious offshoot of the Black and Malfoy family.
Either way, this boy was out of his family’s house as well, his family’s typical house being Slytherin. He was shy and clearly needed a friend. Throughout the years of school, I dragged him into my schemes and he dragged me into his fights. Mostly because I wanted to, not because he asked me to. Alex was a rather strange and untrusting teenager. He also provided a moral compass, strangely enough. As I went through school I found myself drawn to dark magic, at first so I could fight it better and then because I was obsessed. In our sixth year, at Christmas, my sister interrupted a ritual I was attempting and there was… an incident. I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you, save that that’s where we both got our burn scars.
Cain paced for a few moments, above the floor, looking distressed and gripping his wrists. Finally he looked up and spoke. I know I said it would be brief, but never fear, we’re nearly to the end. Two thirds of my life, gone.
Anyway, I swore to both my twin, my other and better half, my soulmate, that I would never practice such magic again. What, you are surprised I call her my soulmate? And why not? A soulmate is not always someone you share your life with romantically. A soulmate is someone who knows your faults and failings along with your triumphs and good deeds, and accepts all of you. A soulmate makes you feel whole. You’re never quite right unless you are together.
Anyway, I instead devoted my time to learning how to defeat and circumvent such magic. I went with my sister to America, where she served as an auror in the magical embassy there. I studied, and I tried to lend my aid to one of America’s great wizarding banks, but it wasn’t enough. It was when my sister dragged me into one of her investigations that I found my place. Working with law enforcement, I found my purpose.
Anyway, after a few happy years, I started to realize I was being followed. I moved from New York to D.C., trying to draw them away from Cal. There were incidents in D.C., a couple of the men I worked with died. It was hard for me to reconcile their deaths for some time, and I fled the hand that reached for me. I fled to England, not realizing I walked into the maw of the trap.
I got there shortly after the break-in at the Ministry, the one where Kameren dueled Kameren, and blood spilled blood. I was there to witness the strange spells Kameren was under, and I was the one he asked for help. It was hard, discovering exactly what had to be done, but it was done. Cal and I had already withstood one attack, but the second one came on Christmas eve. We weren’t ready for it, and we were captured.
They wanted me to learn how to use their stolen artifact, and they used Cal to force me. I was denied food, but not a finger touched me. It was Caleigh whose screams echoed along the halls. She was strong, and refused to let me surrender. Still, I finally broke, and I struck a bargain, and I bought her freedom at the cost of my vow to her, so long ago. I fully expected to die, and I wanted to, for that object, what it could do, what it was…
It is a burden on my soul, even now. When I finally escaped, it was with an expectation of death. How could I focus enough to get to any destination? But I lived, and the woman who possessed me tormented me, even as I fought clear, even as I tried to die. But after the long months, after the… after it drained the very life from my body and she invaded every corner of my mind, formed a tight bond that neither of us understood, but that she seemed to need and depend on like a plant needs soil. And like a plant in need of soil growing amongst the rocks, she broke my mind, stretched and bent it to fit and suit her better. After all that, my brother’s brother refused me the solace of death.
My sister was alive, something I hadn’t dare dream of. And she and Alex required of me to survive. But my mind was broken from Scarlet’s interference, from the weight of guilt and shame, that I had brought such horror to the land. But after a time, I grew determined once again, and I was building my life, shoring the broken pieces around me, when Curse Kameren killed Her. Her need for me had backlashed, and my mind had begun to depend on her presence.
I knew when he found her. I knew every moment she fought him, and everything he did in search of his son. And when Alex brought me the boy, the child she had thought to replace me as the operator, I was in pieces on the floor.
The ghost paused, his eyes unfocusing with the pain of memories. He shuddered and dissipated, until he was little more than a light mist.
I don’t care to relate what happened next.
Eventually, I began to heal. I tried to help the boy, but I was too broken. He had to find his own way. I returned to work in the ministry, and I regained my ability to laugh. I was working when Elle, another old friend, brought me the news. Alex had finally proposed, they were to marry. She told me that she wasn’t sure how to tell him she was pregnant. I told her she had to tell him as soon as possible, Alex always wanted a family. She was so happy, she was glowing.
I was humming as I returned to work. But I made an error. A tiny one, just a little split second distraction. I like to think she held my hand as I died, though I’ve never asked her. I don’t recall the exact moment, only that I didn’t die immediately. The exact details of my death have always been lost to my memory.
