Post by Wesley Orion Sterling on Jan 4, 2013 23:01:57 GMT -5
“Please state your full name for the record.”
Name: Wesley Orion Sterling
The auror continued in a bored tone. “And your birth place, date, family…”
Age: 29
Birthdate/place: [3-5-2008]
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Family: Comes from a very old, pure-blood family line. The Sterling move in high circles of society, but not the highest. For generations they worked to keep their family wealth, and secure more, as well as make connections in high society. The current family has been trying to rise in status, which could be a risky move.
Father – Percival Sterling
Mother – Elizabeth Sterling
House Elf - Reldik
As the quill continued writing, the auror tapped his fingers against the parchment, scrutinizing the man sitting across from him. Sterling’s expression was distant, but the shock was wearing off. A swarm of questions buzzing in his mind, grief tingeing everything with cold, made it hard for him to focus on the other wizard’s questions. The auror twitched his head slightly in pity, then spoke again, this time to the quill as it recorded his observations.
Appearance:
Hair: Medium short, dark brown hair styled into soft spikes.
Eyes: Pale grey-green.
Build/Height- 5’7” Muscular, wiry build.
General Description- Individual is of medium build, medium height. A focus on fitness in his lifestyle has given him a muscular frame, broad shoulders and overall lean appearance. At the moment Sterling looks like he’s been through the ringer; rumpled hair, five o’clock shadow and wrinkled clothes. But normally he appears well-dressed and clean shaven. Sterling is known for his love of fine fabrics, fancy coats, and yet he has a disdain for most of the trappings of the wealthy. The man has clearly been in his share of fights, as indicated by his assortment of scars (some of them no doubt started by him), and the way he carries himself in tense situations.
Possessions- Sterling had barely returned home, so the possessions found with him are few. The rest of his belongings were inspected when the warrant for the family manor came through. Personal possessions contain a re-curve bow, quiver/arrows, and practice targets. There was a large wardrobe of fine clothes, coats and boots, as well as several cloaks. Sterling’s wand, fencing sabre, and set of quills were also seized.
At the Sterling manor, many of his possessions were in storage while he was abroad. An extensive book collection remained in his room – one of his only enjoyments of wealth. The family owl (eagle owl), house elf by the name of Reldik, and family dog (Breac – Irish Wolfhound) were left at the manor when Sterling was arrested.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you had arrested my dog , though. He’s more guilty than me…of anything,” Wesley’s distant stare swung back to the auror, a spark of anger illuminating the blue out in his eyes.
“You sticking to your story, then?”
“You sticking to being thick?” His gaze flicked away again. “I’m not guilty, whatever the evidence. Just…get on with it.”
Personality:
Temperament/Mental Attributes- Being brought up by a wealthy family had its benefits in many ways, including education. Wesley is very intelligent, and naturally keen-minded. He knows he’s very smart, but chooses to use his intelligence immaturely sometimes. He can be snarky, cynical, and pushes back against authority. His temper has a short fuse, and he’s known to be hot-headed. In tense situations he will stay inwardly calm, but outwardly dismissive or mocking. Having grown up in a stifling, ambitious family, he pushes against responsibility, authority and the massive wealth his parents try to draw him back to. Is his heart good? He wouldn’t answer a question like that, but there are some who think that his prickly exterior does hide a caring interior, but only buried deep inside. Perhaps he just needs a chance to prove it, to find it in himself to care about something.
Alliance- Sterling would say his alliance is only with himself, but it is believed he is closely tied to his family as well.
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
A derisive huff came from the younger man. “Really, you think all that load of gorgon crap is accurate?”
The auror lifted an eyebrow. “Psychoanalysis is part of the premium package, Sterling. I’m just dictating to the quill. But if you keep interrupting me we won’t get anywhere.”
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Durmstrang
Job- None yet; he’s had a variety of employments in his wanderings around the world but nothing that he settled with.
Employer- None at the moment.
OWLs/NEWTs- All E’s in both exams.
Other:
Magical Skills- Wandless magic, Animagus (registered), Runes
Patronus- (TBD)
Wand- 13" Alder, Core of unicorn hair infused with moonlight
Goals/Aspirations-
There was a long pause, and then the auror looked at Wesley expectantly. “Well?”
The younger man looked away. “I don’t know...anymore. Maybe I did before I came home, but now…”
The auror opened his mouth, about to continue with the questioning, when Wesley interrupted, his voice grim.
“Find who did this to my family. Who *actually* did it, because it wasn’t me, whatever you think.”
The auror nodded, the quill wrote down the words.
Other Information-
Wesley has been trained in fencing, epee, and sabre, horseback riding, and ballroom dancing. His personal passion is archery, which he is very skilled at.
History-
The auror leafed through the file he had, reviewing the accused man’s history. After several minutes, he looked up at the weary Sterling. “So, born with a silver spoon in your mouth, into a powerful pure-blood family. You have distant relatives with the Blacks, yes?”
Wesley nodded. “And others. I know what you’re thinking, why did I turn my back on all of it? Go gallivanting around the world when my parents wanted to give me everything?” A dry chuckle. “Everything. Or at least their definition of it. Sure, my childhood was uneventful. I was practically spoiled. They had me tutored in all sorts of things that a wealthy person should know, a high society person. Things like dancing, politics, horse-back riding, fencing, finance, although the bulk of that learning was at school. And when I accidentally turned a chicken into an egg timer, they were so proud that I had displayed magic talent at a young age. I was five. Instantly they sent an advance application to Durmstrang, so I could go the instant I turned eleven.”
“But mother, father, why can’t I go to Hogwarts? Most of the kids go there! I want to be in Ravenclaw, and eat in the Great Hall, and visit Hogsmeade-“
“That’s for…those who can’t afford good education, son.” His father’s face was stern, and ten-year old Wesley knew from his expression that there was no argument that would move him.
“But…Durmstrang is so…stuffy.” Wesley had been grounded to his room for the day, until he would give up foolish notions of going to Hogwarts.
“Did you like Durmstrang after you arrived?” The auror looked over the notes the quill had been scribbling thus far.
Wesley scrubbed his hands through his unkempt hair. “No. It was stuffy. And most of the kids, and staff there were too. They were from wealthy families, and they knew it. I would sneak out of the school sometimes to explore the nearby town. Sure, I learned a lot there, some things that Hogwarts wouldn’t teach. But for the most part, I was lonely. But I did my best. If that’s one thing my parents taught me that I followed, it was to always try your hardest, do your best.”
“But you didn’t graduate?”
Wesley’s eyes were distant again. “No…but I wanted to.”
“Why did you bring me home?” Wesley paced the length of the hall angrily. “I’m one month away from graduating! Couldn’t your family issues wait until then?”
“Family issues? They’re your issues too, son!” His mother’s anger was equally palpable. “The Headmaster at Durmstrang was trying to use your graduation for leverage against us. Haven’t you been paying attention at all? He wouldn’t graduate you unless we agreed to certain…terms. His family and ours are rivals, and have been for generations. You were supposed to be using your time to help us, not fiddle with pointless lessons, like archery.”
“Pointless?! Your-“ Wesley stopped himself, took a deep breath. “Your ‘games’ are pointless! You want me to keep up the family name, play this stupid game? Well, I don’t want to! I don’t want any part of this.”
His father grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. “You carry the name of this family, start acting like it!”
“This family?!” Wesley’s pale eyes were cold. “As far as I’m concerned, this family can count me out. I’m done. Done with your games, your political nonsense, your power grabbing. I’m sick of it. This place is a sorry joke for a home, and it’s time I found my own.”
His parents were frozen in shock. For once in his life they didn’t try to force him to stay, didn’t argue. They only watched in stunned silence as he turned around, grabbed his belongings from school still sitting by the door, and slammed the door behind him.
“And you never came back?”
Wesley didn’t nod. “Once. To get more of my things a few years later. When I left home, I decided I wanted to go far away. I went to New Zealand, and worked on a ranch there for a year. It was a gryphon ranch, actually. Then I found work at a wizarding apothecary there. I sort of wandered all over the world. Ended up in America and worked in a high-end wizard’s theatre.”
“So you’re a jack of all trades. Sounds like you traveled around, and didn’t settle in one place too long.”
The younger wizard shrugged. “I didn’t ever find the right place, or the right job. But I was happy, mostly. I was free of my family, free to do what I wanted and not worry about the political implications.
“And then…” The auror trailed off. Wesley knew what he was referring to.
The owl came. Wesley knew the family eagle owl. It had been his only friend growing up before Durmstrang. As soon as he saw Horatio, he knew something was wrong. The letter clutched in his talons was brief, but had a sense of urgency that made his blood chill. His parents never said things like this to him.
Come home, please. We need to speak. We’re sorry.
As soon as he was packed, he apparated to the family manor. There was a strange feeling in the air, and he dropped his items on the veranda, pushing the door open.
The house was still and cold, as if someone had forgotten to turn the heating enchantment on. He walked slowly into the parlor. Then he saw it. The little necklace that his mother always wore, never took off for anything. It was lying on the carpet, the chain broken. Everything else was in its place, but the sight of the necklace was like a cold band squeezing his heart. He disliked his family, and everything they represented, but somewhere in there he still loved his parents.
Wesley knelt and took the necklace in his numb fingers.
“Master Wesley, sir!” Reldik was behind him, light fingers brushing his shoulder. The house elf’s voice trembled. “You came too late, Master Wesley.”
“Reldik,” Wesley turned to face him. “What…happened here? Where are my parents?”
The tips of his long ears shivering, the house elf sat on the carpet. “Reldik doesn’t know, sir. I was in the next room dusting, when I heard Master Wesley’s parents. They were shouting, and then there was silence. That was a few hours after they sent you the owl, sir.” The loyal house elf’s large eyes began to fill with tears. “Reldik has searched all over the house, three times.”
“They’re just…gone?” Wesley said in disbelief.
“And that’s when you say the Hit Squad got there, right?” The auror’s voice brought him back to the present.
Wesley nodded. “I don’t know how they got there so fast.”
The auror collected the papers, took the quill and the form it had finished with. “Well, we’ve been instructed to keep you for the next little while, but chances are you’ll be released until we can complete our investigation. We can’t hold you, yet, but you’ll have a tracking spell on you, so don’t leave London.”
The young man nodded numbly as the auror left the room, still wondering how he had gone from wayward son to murder suspect in less than a day.
[Wesley’s story on Alohomora will begin when he’s released]]
Name: Wesley Orion Sterling
The auror continued in a bored tone. “And your birth place, date, family…”
Age: 29
Birthdate/place: [3-5-2008]
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Family: Comes from a very old, pure-blood family line. The Sterling move in high circles of society, but not the highest. For generations they worked to keep their family wealth, and secure more, as well as make connections in high society. The current family has been trying to rise in status, which could be a risky move.
Father – Percival Sterling
Mother – Elizabeth Sterling
House Elf - Reldik
As the quill continued writing, the auror tapped his fingers against the parchment, scrutinizing the man sitting across from him. Sterling’s expression was distant, but the shock was wearing off. A swarm of questions buzzing in his mind, grief tingeing everything with cold, made it hard for him to focus on the other wizard’s questions. The auror twitched his head slightly in pity, then spoke again, this time to the quill as it recorded his observations.
Appearance:
Hair: Medium short, dark brown hair styled into soft spikes.
Eyes: Pale grey-green.
Build/Height- 5’7” Muscular, wiry build.
General Description- Individual is of medium build, medium height. A focus on fitness in his lifestyle has given him a muscular frame, broad shoulders and overall lean appearance. At the moment Sterling looks like he’s been through the ringer; rumpled hair, five o’clock shadow and wrinkled clothes. But normally he appears well-dressed and clean shaven. Sterling is known for his love of fine fabrics, fancy coats, and yet he has a disdain for most of the trappings of the wealthy. The man has clearly been in his share of fights, as indicated by his assortment of scars (some of them no doubt started by him), and the way he carries himself in tense situations.
Possessions- Sterling had barely returned home, so the possessions found with him are few. The rest of his belongings were inspected when the warrant for the family manor came through. Personal possessions contain a re-curve bow, quiver/arrows, and practice targets. There was a large wardrobe of fine clothes, coats and boots, as well as several cloaks. Sterling’s wand, fencing sabre, and set of quills were also seized.
At the Sterling manor, many of his possessions were in storage while he was abroad. An extensive book collection remained in his room – one of his only enjoyments of wealth. The family owl (eagle owl), house elf by the name of Reldik, and family dog (Breac – Irish Wolfhound) were left at the manor when Sterling was arrested.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you had arrested my dog , though. He’s more guilty than me…of anything,” Wesley’s distant stare swung back to the auror, a spark of anger illuminating the blue out in his eyes.
“You sticking to your story, then?”
“You sticking to being thick?” His gaze flicked away again. “I’m not guilty, whatever the evidence. Just…get on with it.”
Personality:
Temperament/Mental Attributes- Being brought up by a wealthy family had its benefits in many ways, including education. Wesley is very intelligent, and naturally keen-minded. He knows he’s very smart, but chooses to use his intelligence immaturely sometimes. He can be snarky, cynical, and pushes back against authority. His temper has a short fuse, and he’s known to be hot-headed. In tense situations he will stay inwardly calm, but outwardly dismissive or mocking. Having grown up in a stifling, ambitious family, he pushes against responsibility, authority and the massive wealth his parents try to draw him back to. Is his heart good? He wouldn’t answer a question like that, but there are some who think that his prickly exterior does hide a caring interior, but only buried deep inside. Perhaps he just needs a chance to prove it, to find it in himself to care about something.
Alliance- Sterling would say his alliance is only with himself, but it is believed he is closely tied to his family as well.
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral
A derisive huff came from the younger man. “Really, you think all that load of gorgon crap is accurate?”
The auror lifted an eyebrow. “Psychoanalysis is part of the premium package, Sterling. I’m just dictating to the quill. But if you keep interrupting me we won’t get anywhere.”
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Durmstrang
Job- None yet; he’s had a variety of employments in his wanderings around the world but nothing that he settled with.
Employer- None at the moment.
OWLs/NEWTs- All E’s in both exams.
Other:
Magical Skills- Wandless magic, Animagus (registered), Runes
Patronus- (TBD)
Wand- 13" Alder, Core of unicorn hair infused with moonlight
Goals/Aspirations-
There was a long pause, and then the auror looked at Wesley expectantly. “Well?”
The younger man looked away. “I don’t know...anymore. Maybe I did before I came home, but now…”
The auror opened his mouth, about to continue with the questioning, when Wesley interrupted, his voice grim.
“Find who did this to my family. Who *actually* did it, because it wasn’t me, whatever you think.”
The auror nodded, the quill wrote down the words.
Other Information-
Wesley has been trained in fencing, epee, and sabre, horseback riding, and ballroom dancing. His personal passion is archery, which he is very skilled at.
History-
The auror leafed through the file he had, reviewing the accused man’s history. After several minutes, he looked up at the weary Sterling. “So, born with a silver spoon in your mouth, into a powerful pure-blood family. You have distant relatives with the Blacks, yes?”
Wesley nodded. “And others. I know what you’re thinking, why did I turn my back on all of it? Go gallivanting around the world when my parents wanted to give me everything?” A dry chuckle. “Everything. Or at least their definition of it. Sure, my childhood was uneventful. I was practically spoiled. They had me tutored in all sorts of things that a wealthy person should know, a high society person. Things like dancing, politics, horse-back riding, fencing, finance, although the bulk of that learning was at school. And when I accidentally turned a chicken into an egg timer, they were so proud that I had displayed magic talent at a young age. I was five. Instantly they sent an advance application to Durmstrang, so I could go the instant I turned eleven.”
“But mother, father, why can’t I go to Hogwarts? Most of the kids go there! I want to be in Ravenclaw, and eat in the Great Hall, and visit Hogsmeade-“
“That’s for…those who can’t afford good education, son.” His father’s face was stern, and ten-year old Wesley knew from his expression that there was no argument that would move him.
“But…Durmstrang is so…stuffy.” Wesley had been grounded to his room for the day, until he would give up foolish notions of going to Hogwarts.
“Did you like Durmstrang after you arrived?” The auror looked over the notes the quill had been scribbling thus far.
Wesley scrubbed his hands through his unkempt hair. “No. It was stuffy. And most of the kids, and staff there were too. They were from wealthy families, and they knew it. I would sneak out of the school sometimes to explore the nearby town. Sure, I learned a lot there, some things that Hogwarts wouldn’t teach. But for the most part, I was lonely. But I did my best. If that’s one thing my parents taught me that I followed, it was to always try your hardest, do your best.”
“But you didn’t graduate?”
Wesley’s eyes were distant again. “No…but I wanted to.”
“Why did you bring me home?” Wesley paced the length of the hall angrily. “I’m one month away from graduating! Couldn’t your family issues wait until then?”
“Family issues? They’re your issues too, son!” His mother’s anger was equally palpable. “The Headmaster at Durmstrang was trying to use your graduation for leverage against us. Haven’t you been paying attention at all? He wouldn’t graduate you unless we agreed to certain…terms. His family and ours are rivals, and have been for generations. You were supposed to be using your time to help us, not fiddle with pointless lessons, like archery.”
“Pointless?! Your-“ Wesley stopped himself, took a deep breath. “Your ‘games’ are pointless! You want me to keep up the family name, play this stupid game? Well, I don’t want to! I don’t want any part of this.”
His father grabbed him roughly by the shoulders. “You carry the name of this family, start acting like it!”
“This family?!” Wesley’s pale eyes were cold. “As far as I’m concerned, this family can count me out. I’m done. Done with your games, your political nonsense, your power grabbing. I’m sick of it. This place is a sorry joke for a home, and it’s time I found my own.”
His parents were frozen in shock. For once in his life they didn’t try to force him to stay, didn’t argue. They only watched in stunned silence as he turned around, grabbed his belongings from school still sitting by the door, and slammed the door behind him.
“And you never came back?”
Wesley didn’t nod. “Once. To get more of my things a few years later. When I left home, I decided I wanted to go far away. I went to New Zealand, and worked on a ranch there for a year. It was a gryphon ranch, actually. Then I found work at a wizarding apothecary there. I sort of wandered all over the world. Ended up in America and worked in a high-end wizard’s theatre.”
“So you’re a jack of all trades. Sounds like you traveled around, and didn’t settle in one place too long.”
The younger wizard shrugged. “I didn’t ever find the right place, or the right job. But I was happy, mostly. I was free of my family, free to do what I wanted and not worry about the political implications.
“And then…” The auror trailed off. Wesley knew what he was referring to.
The owl came. Wesley knew the family eagle owl. It had been his only friend growing up before Durmstrang. As soon as he saw Horatio, he knew something was wrong. The letter clutched in his talons was brief, but had a sense of urgency that made his blood chill. His parents never said things like this to him.
Come home, please. We need to speak. We’re sorry.
As soon as he was packed, he apparated to the family manor. There was a strange feeling in the air, and he dropped his items on the veranda, pushing the door open.
The house was still and cold, as if someone had forgotten to turn the heating enchantment on. He walked slowly into the parlor. Then he saw it. The little necklace that his mother always wore, never took off for anything. It was lying on the carpet, the chain broken. Everything else was in its place, but the sight of the necklace was like a cold band squeezing his heart. He disliked his family, and everything they represented, but somewhere in there he still loved his parents.
Wesley knelt and took the necklace in his numb fingers.
“Master Wesley, sir!” Reldik was behind him, light fingers brushing his shoulder. The house elf’s voice trembled. “You came too late, Master Wesley.”
“Reldik,” Wesley turned to face him. “What…happened here? Where are my parents?”
The tips of his long ears shivering, the house elf sat on the carpet. “Reldik doesn’t know, sir. I was in the next room dusting, when I heard Master Wesley’s parents. They were shouting, and then there was silence. That was a few hours after they sent you the owl, sir.” The loyal house elf’s large eyes began to fill with tears. “Reldik has searched all over the house, three times.”
“They’re just…gone?” Wesley said in disbelief.
“And that’s when you say the Hit Squad got there, right?” The auror’s voice brought him back to the present.
Wesley nodded. “I don’t know how they got there so fast.”
The auror collected the papers, took the quill and the form it had finished with. “Well, we’ve been instructed to keep you for the next little while, but chances are you’ll be released until we can complete our investigation. We can’t hold you, yet, but you’ll have a tracking spell on you, so don’t leave London.”
The young man nodded numbly as the auror left the room, still wondering how he had gone from wayward son to murder suspect in less than a day.
[Wesley’s story on Alohomora will begin when he’s released]]
