Post by Alecsander on Jul 16, 2017 20:48:28 GMT -5
Name: Alecsander Malice Kameren, Order of Merlin 1st Class, Head Auror
Age: 41
Birthdate/place: [23-02-1997] \\ Dunshire, England
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Family:
Pureblood
Kristopher Curse Kameren - Brother, wizard. 42. Deceased
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: Cut short, his black hair is getting to be quite interspersed with grey at the temples.
Eyes: Emerald green.
Build/height- Standing six-three, Alex is blocky and broad-shouldered, a life of hard work showing in his muscles and posture.
General Description- Lanky in his youth, Alex has grown to fill his frame at last. His body and size lend him a presence of authority and quiet danger. One can take the Auror out of the field, but an auror never stops working. He has many scars, mainly from his job as auror. Many of the worst of these seem to be the work of some strange beast, claw marks and bites— from a demon attack he barely survived when he was younger. His face is more lined than one would expect from someone his age, things he’s seen, things he’s done, as well as his brother’s illness. Still, they are not all bad— his face also tells a story of a happy life, a happy family.
He prefers casual clothing, and is more comfortable in it than more formal things of muggle or wizarding wear. He needs glasses to read, but rarely wears them in public unless it is absolutely necessary.
Possessions- The accumulations of a lifetime, and many lifetimes before, in the form of the Kameren Estate. He has three dogs, two German shepherds and a Australian/German shepherd mix.
A more necessary possession is a pair of reading glasses he doesn’t like to wear.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Age has mellowed his lone personality, has warmed him to the concept of dealing with people in a social setting. His family, his brother Kris and his nieces and nephew, influenced him more than he'd let on. Left alone, he’d be a grouchy, antisocial old auror still. Still, he would rather spend his time alone, or with his family, rather than socializing. He’s not a politician, and this has put him at odds over the years with other department heads and the Minister. He doesn’t play games, he is more concerned with his men and women in the Auror department than whether or not some higher-ups' reputation is preserved, or whether or not the budget can afford his actions.
Alex is a fiercely loyal man, and especially to his family. For a long time he was searching for that, and he finally found it. With his brother and his family, as well as many friends, Alex has gone from no family at all to a large one. And he’s happy with it, he loves them all.
He is protective, and really has a drive to care for others which is at odds with his social abilities and gruff exterior. He especially looks after his brother, who has been long affected by a poison that by all rights should have killed him years ago, not to mention several mental issues. With the loss of Kris Kameren, Alex is once again adrift, though he does try to care for Ari and the kids in his brother's absence.
A severe coma years ago impaired his speech; causing him to mix words, to substitute words, to speak slowly, to stutter and to sometimes find it impossible to speak at all. This was a hard blow to the young, quick-witted, sarcastic auror. But as time went on, his speech gradually improved. Now, though he talks more slowly, he rarely mixes words or loses the ability to speak at all. In times of great stress or anger or high emotion old wounds come to haunt him and he finds words with difficulty again.
Alliance- Kameren Family, Ministry of Magic
Alignment- Neutral Good
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Ravenclaw
Job- Head Auror
Employer- Ministry of Magic
OWLs/NEWTs- O's or E's
Other:
Magical Skills-
Patronus- German Shepherd
Wand- Pine 13.3" Core: Basilisk sight
Goals/Aspirations-
Other Information-
History-
Alex’s early life is not one that he cares to remember. After the age of six, things went downhill swiftly between all three members of the small family, between his mother and father, and between Alex and his father. Alex and his mother remained on fairly good terms, and Alex, with a boy’s desperate trust, took on himself the blame whenever he disappointed Cedric.
Despite everything, and all my denials, I still loved him until the day he died. Perhaps I love him still. A boy’s belief in his father is a strong and strange thing.
His relationship with his father was convoluted and complicated, and even he, throughout his childhood and until the time Cedric died when Alex was twenty-three, didn’t fully understand the complex connections. After being held hostage by Cedric to guarantee Cedric’s safe passage away from the hitwizards the summer he was twelve, Alex’s decisions in life for the most part involved separating himself as much as possible from Cedric and the Kameren name.
With the ministry placing him in a foster home only for the duration of the summer, Alex found himself adrift on holidays. He found himself taken under the Pierce’s wing, a pureblood family that couldn’t be farther from the Kamerens in personality. He’d made friends with the son the year before, a boisterous, mischievous boy who steadily ignored boundaries and personal space and dragged people behind him like a friendly tornado. To compound the issue, he had a twin sister.
Cain was unique. Even from his twin, who was closer to him than any other soul. I often wondered if they shared one. He was brilliant, and they broke him. Even the brightest star can fall.
His only friends through school, the Pierce twins and their family swiftly became the only family he had as well, although he was stiff and often anti-social with them. Thought they loved him unreservedly, he was reserved. Something in him reserved trust, held back the ability to connect and learn from the social connections around him. He grew older and he grew up, but he never fully matured.
In 2015, he applied to the auror program and met Curse Kameren for the first time. Neither at first made the connection, but it wasn’t long before the logical answer was made clear, with a little research. Thrown together, the two brothers made awkward attempts to connect. Neither one knew much about family, and both were hindered by stubborn, loner personalities.
Auror training was hard, the three years flying by. There were events, major and minor, that resulted in the two brothers coming together. They formed a small family, rough and broken in places, but they backed each other, and that was all that was needed.
As Alex became a full Auror, dark witches and wizards started to stir. It was a period of unrest, no war was declared, but deaths became more common, and strange occurrences kept people close to home. The Auror department was under particular attack, and many aurors disappeared, to turn up dead, or never be found at all. Curse was one who returned, but he was damaged, under the curse of an unknown Masked Woman.
Don’t look at me like that brother—you think because you’re some great wizard, that I wouldn’t try my best to take you down? Do you believe your words will keep me from fulfilling my duty? Because you are the Great Curse Kameren, and no one would dare contradict you?
Curse participated in an attack on the ministry, somehow sending warning to Alex and the members of the Black Watch beforehand, but was not able to stay out of the battle. Soon Alex found himself face to face with his brother. It was in that duel that both Kameren brothers received their set of identical scars, courtesy of the Kameren Blood curse.
After a time, Cain and Alex were able to break the curse, but that came with its own set of problems. Curse went into a downward spiral and Alex spent most of his time trying to keep him from hurting himself—or others. After Arianna, Curse’s fiancée, left, Curse became worse. It was a hard time for Alex, dealing with Curse by himself, but finally, Curse checked himself into the mental ward.
The aurors were still busy, and Alex didn’t learn the reason for his brother’s change of heart until months later, when Curse got out—Max. A little boy, born nine years earlier, had gotten through to Curse where nothing else had. Alex was glad for this, even as he was befuddled with what he was supposed to do with a nephew, especially as he got saddled with babysitting.
Tensions had died over the summer, but in place of them had cropped up demons—dark beasts that roamed the nights and hunted down wizards for the magic they possessed. Unofficial curfews became the norm, with no one venturing abroad after dark. It was late September when Alex was attacked.
He nearly lost his life, and would have, if not for the visions of a little girl and the strength his brother recklessly spent to keep him alive. Nevertheless, it was a close thing, and he was in a coma for months, his family at his side often.
I don’t remember that night. I know what happened, but only by other’s accounts. Lost to memory, the horror of what should have been my death.
When he woke, he was different. Not merely the scars, which roamed over his body, claw marks, places where flesh had been gouged away by the horns of a creature born of and hungry for magic, bites where chunks of his arm had been gnawed at in an effort to keep his magic-filled blood flowing. But his mind was also scarred from the coma, and he found speech difficult. Once, he had been glib, with a sarcastic, acid tongue, now he found it difficult to form simple sentences.
It was hard, especially as it seemed to have no real pattern. As the months went on, he regained his strength, but his words remained unreliable. Only the passage of years would wear away at the disability.
That year was fraught with changes, not only the fall of 2020, but the next year, into the end of 2021. The aurors were extremely busy that year, with the demons and the threat of the Masked Lady. The strife all came to a head in late August with the abduction of Alex’s young nephew. Although he was injured in the kidnapping, Alex joined forces with his brother in the search. Along the way they found young Emery Fletcher, kidnapped some weeks earlier to take Cain’s place as the Stone’s operator.
Their search led them to Castle Innvar, a remote castle in Scotland. The battle was fierce as the Black Watch converged, battling with the Sentinels of Mosrael. Alex and Curse fought their way through the Labyrinth, the fight more often mental and emotional than physical, until they met up with Mosrael herself.
After rescuing Max and destroying Mosrael, life tried to go back to being normal. Normal being a relative term, most people’s definition of ‘normal’ not being the natural state of things around the Kamerens. Alex had been dating Elle, coming out of his shell despite the horror of the war. Perhaps because of it. He never felt she judged him for the awkwardness of his speech, his new slowness and mistakes.
After the battle, Alex was in the poison ward, getting his veins burned free of the White Death. He had to be cured of the poison he'd contracted from his brother's wounds before he could be treated. It was a couple of chaotic, crazy days, especially as the healers kept Alex sedated for much of it. It wasn't until he'd been moved from the poison ward to the ICU with his brother that he'd been awake enough to notice the missing... Elle was gone. They were told of the Flux, named after the smaller fluxes that had screwed with magic so terribly over the past few years. Hundreds, maybe thousands, gone in an instant.
He searched. He worked with Curse to solve the mystery, to find the Lost. But years passed, with nothing to show but a people in mourning. The cleanup of Mosrael's followers, the cleansing of the tainted magic pools, led by Cain, the cataloguing of the Lost. People moved on. You had to move forward. That was something Alex had learned many times over, since the death of his mother and his father's betrayal.
Before he knew it, six years had passed. Hogwarts flourished under its new headmaster, Curse Kameren. Alex worked hard in the Ministry, eventually succeeding Head Auror Tynan. Alex threw himself into his work, his only distractions his brother's family and a few family friends. He grew happier, though he still stood slightly apart from most people.
Kris' death hit Alex hard, he had started to convince himself that Curse would live forever, that he'd really beat the White Death. But despite the efforts of many, the truth was that he'd been given a death sentence a long time before, and had outlived it by a lifetime. The Kamerens were at least granted the ability to say goodbye, the brothers making one last joke on his deathbed. There was a ceremony at the Kameren Estate, and Curse has a stone there, though his body lies elsewhere, in the Muggle World. Alecsander made clear that even as a halfblood, Curse deserved the Kameren name.
Kris Kameren had affected Alex far more than any other, and suddenly alone, Alex threw himself into his work. He also tried to be there for Ari and the children, but he'd never really been good with kids. Max had saved him in that regard as a child, being far more precocious than he had any right being.
The last three years have been busy, Alex taking more risk and pushing harder than a head Auror probably should, but he got the job done.
Age: 41
Birthdate/place: [23-02-1997] \\ Dunshire, England
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Family:
Pureblood
Kristopher Curse Kameren - Brother, wizard. 42. Deceased
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: Cut short, his black hair is getting to be quite interspersed with grey at the temples.
Eyes: Emerald green.
Build/height- Standing six-three, Alex is blocky and broad-shouldered, a life of hard work showing in his muscles and posture.
General Description- Lanky in his youth, Alex has grown to fill his frame at last. His body and size lend him a presence of authority and quiet danger. One can take the Auror out of the field, but an auror never stops working. He has many scars, mainly from his job as auror. Many of the worst of these seem to be the work of some strange beast, claw marks and bites— from a demon attack he barely survived when he was younger. His face is more lined than one would expect from someone his age, things he’s seen, things he’s done, as well as his brother’s illness. Still, they are not all bad— his face also tells a story of a happy life, a happy family.
He prefers casual clothing, and is more comfortable in it than more formal things of muggle or wizarding wear. He needs glasses to read, but rarely wears them in public unless it is absolutely necessary.
Possessions- The accumulations of a lifetime, and many lifetimes before, in the form of the Kameren Estate. He has three dogs, two German shepherds and a Australian/German shepherd mix.
A more necessary possession is a pair of reading glasses he doesn’t like to wear.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes- Age has mellowed his lone personality, has warmed him to the concept of dealing with people in a social setting. His family, his brother Kris and his nieces and nephew, influenced him more than he'd let on. Left alone, he’d be a grouchy, antisocial old auror still. Still, he would rather spend his time alone, or with his family, rather than socializing. He’s not a politician, and this has put him at odds over the years with other department heads and the Minister. He doesn’t play games, he is more concerned with his men and women in the Auror department than whether or not some higher-ups' reputation is preserved, or whether or not the budget can afford his actions.
Alex is a fiercely loyal man, and especially to his family. For a long time he was searching for that, and he finally found it. With his brother and his family, as well as many friends, Alex has gone from no family at all to a large one. And he’s happy with it, he loves them all.
He is protective, and really has a drive to care for others which is at odds with his social abilities and gruff exterior. He especially looks after his brother, who has been long affected by a poison that by all rights should have killed him years ago, not to mention several mental issues. With the loss of Kris Kameren, Alex is once again adrift, though he does try to care for Ari and the kids in his brother's absence.
A severe coma years ago impaired his speech; causing him to mix words, to substitute words, to speak slowly, to stutter and to sometimes find it impossible to speak at all. This was a hard blow to the young, quick-witted, sarcastic auror. But as time went on, his speech gradually improved. Now, though he talks more slowly, he rarely mixes words or loses the ability to speak at all. In times of great stress or anger or high emotion old wounds come to haunt him and he finds words with difficulty again.
Alliance- Kameren Family, Ministry of Magic
Alignment- Neutral Good
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Ravenclaw
Job- Head Auror
Employer- Ministry of Magic
OWLs/NEWTs- O's or E's
Other:
Magical Skills-
Patronus- German Shepherd
Wand- Pine 13.3" Core: Basilisk sight
Goals/Aspirations-
Other Information-
History-
Alex’s early life is not one that he cares to remember. After the age of six, things went downhill swiftly between all three members of the small family, between his mother and father, and between Alex and his father. Alex and his mother remained on fairly good terms, and Alex, with a boy’s desperate trust, took on himself the blame whenever he disappointed Cedric.
Despite everything, and all my denials, I still loved him until the day he died. Perhaps I love him still. A boy’s belief in his father is a strong and strange thing.
His relationship with his father was convoluted and complicated, and even he, throughout his childhood and until the time Cedric died when Alex was twenty-three, didn’t fully understand the complex connections. After being held hostage by Cedric to guarantee Cedric’s safe passage away from the hitwizards the summer he was twelve, Alex’s decisions in life for the most part involved separating himself as much as possible from Cedric and the Kameren name.
With the ministry placing him in a foster home only for the duration of the summer, Alex found himself adrift on holidays. He found himself taken under the Pierce’s wing, a pureblood family that couldn’t be farther from the Kamerens in personality. He’d made friends with the son the year before, a boisterous, mischievous boy who steadily ignored boundaries and personal space and dragged people behind him like a friendly tornado. To compound the issue, he had a twin sister.
Cain was unique. Even from his twin, who was closer to him than any other soul. I often wondered if they shared one. He was brilliant, and they broke him. Even the brightest star can fall.
His only friends through school, the Pierce twins and their family swiftly became the only family he had as well, although he was stiff and often anti-social with them. Thought they loved him unreservedly, he was reserved. Something in him reserved trust, held back the ability to connect and learn from the social connections around him. He grew older and he grew up, but he never fully matured.
In 2015, he applied to the auror program and met Curse Kameren for the first time. Neither at first made the connection, but it wasn’t long before the logical answer was made clear, with a little research. Thrown together, the two brothers made awkward attempts to connect. Neither one knew much about family, and both were hindered by stubborn, loner personalities.
Auror training was hard, the three years flying by. There were events, major and minor, that resulted in the two brothers coming together. They formed a small family, rough and broken in places, but they backed each other, and that was all that was needed.
As Alex became a full Auror, dark witches and wizards started to stir. It was a period of unrest, no war was declared, but deaths became more common, and strange occurrences kept people close to home. The Auror department was under particular attack, and many aurors disappeared, to turn up dead, or never be found at all. Curse was one who returned, but he was damaged, under the curse of an unknown Masked Woman.
Don’t look at me like that brother—you think because you’re some great wizard, that I wouldn’t try my best to take you down? Do you believe your words will keep me from fulfilling my duty? Because you are the Great Curse Kameren, and no one would dare contradict you?
Curse participated in an attack on the ministry, somehow sending warning to Alex and the members of the Black Watch beforehand, but was not able to stay out of the battle. Soon Alex found himself face to face with his brother. It was in that duel that both Kameren brothers received their set of identical scars, courtesy of the Kameren Blood curse.
After a time, Cain and Alex were able to break the curse, but that came with its own set of problems. Curse went into a downward spiral and Alex spent most of his time trying to keep him from hurting himself—or others. After Arianna, Curse’s fiancée, left, Curse became worse. It was a hard time for Alex, dealing with Curse by himself, but finally, Curse checked himself into the mental ward.
The aurors were still busy, and Alex didn’t learn the reason for his brother’s change of heart until months later, when Curse got out—Max. A little boy, born nine years earlier, had gotten through to Curse where nothing else had. Alex was glad for this, even as he was befuddled with what he was supposed to do with a nephew, especially as he got saddled with babysitting.
Tensions had died over the summer, but in place of them had cropped up demons—dark beasts that roamed the nights and hunted down wizards for the magic they possessed. Unofficial curfews became the norm, with no one venturing abroad after dark. It was late September when Alex was attacked.
He nearly lost his life, and would have, if not for the visions of a little girl and the strength his brother recklessly spent to keep him alive. Nevertheless, it was a close thing, and he was in a coma for months, his family at his side often.
I don’t remember that night. I know what happened, but only by other’s accounts. Lost to memory, the horror of what should have been my death.
When he woke, he was different. Not merely the scars, which roamed over his body, claw marks, places where flesh had been gouged away by the horns of a creature born of and hungry for magic, bites where chunks of his arm had been gnawed at in an effort to keep his magic-filled blood flowing. But his mind was also scarred from the coma, and he found speech difficult. Once, he had been glib, with a sarcastic, acid tongue, now he found it difficult to form simple sentences.
It was hard, especially as it seemed to have no real pattern. As the months went on, he regained his strength, but his words remained unreliable. Only the passage of years would wear away at the disability.
That year was fraught with changes, not only the fall of 2020, but the next year, into the end of 2021. The aurors were extremely busy that year, with the demons and the threat of the Masked Lady. The strife all came to a head in late August with the abduction of Alex’s young nephew. Although he was injured in the kidnapping, Alex joined forces with his brother in the search. Along the way they found young Emery Fletcher, kidnapped some weeks earlier to take Cain’s place as the Stone’s operator.
Their search led them to Castle Innvar, a remote castle in Scotland. The battle was fierce as the Black Watch converged, battling with the Sentinels of Mosrael. Alex and Curse fought their way through the Labyrinth, the fight more often mental and emotional than physical, until they met up with Mosrael herself.
After rescuing Max and destroying Mosrael, life tried to go back to being normal. Normal being a relative term, most people’s definition of ‘normal’ not being the natural state of things around the Kamerens. Alex had been dating Elle, coming out of his shell despite the horror of the war. Perhaps because of it. He never felt she judged him for the awkwardness of his speech, his new slowness and mistakes.
After the battle, Alex was in the poison ward, getting his veins burned free of the White Death. He had to be cured of the poison he'd contracted from his brother's wounds before he could be treated. It was a couple of chaotic, crazy days, especially as the healers kept Alex sedated for much of it. It wasn't until he'd been moved from the poison ward to the ICU with his brother that he'd been awake enough to notice the missing... Elle was gone. They were told of the Flux, named after the smaller fluxes that had screwed with magic so terribly over the past few years. Hundreds, maybe thousands, gone in an instant.
He searched. He worked with Curse to solve the mystery, to find the Lost. But years passed, with nothing to show but a people in mourning. The cleanup of Mosrael's followers, the cleansing of the tainted magic pools, led by Cain, the cataloguing of the Lost. People moved on. You had to move forward. That was something Alex had learned many times over, since the death of his mother and his father's betrayal.
Before he knew it, six years had passed. Hogwarts flourished under its new headmaster, Curse Kameren. Alex worked hard in the Ministry, eventually succeeding Head Auror Tynan. Alex threw himself into his work, his only distractions his brother's family and a few family friends. He grew happier, though he still stood slightly apart from most people.
Kris' death hit Alex hard, he had started to convince himself that Curse would live forever, that he'd really beat the White Death. But despite the efforts of many, the truth was that he'd been given a death sentence a long time before, and had outlived it by a lifetime. The Kamerens were at least granted the ability to say goodbye, the brothers making one last joke on his deathbed. There was a ceremony at the Kameren Estate, and Curse has a stone there, though his body lies elsewhere, in the Muggle World. Alecsander made clear that even as a halfblood, Curse deserved the Kameren name.
Kris Kameren had affected Alex far more than any other, and suddenly alone, Alex threw himself into his work. He also tried to be there for Ari and the children, but he'd never really been good with kids. Max had saved him in that regard as a child, being far more precocious than he had any right being.
The last three years have been busy, Alex taking more risk and pushing harder than a head Auror probably should, but he got the job done.
