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Mercer Abadeer
« on: August 10, 2013, 02:12:59 am »
Name: Mercer Abadeer (Lestrange)

Age: 13

Gender: Male

What you are: Pureblood

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House: Slytherin

Year: 2nd

Bio: The son of Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange, orphaned after the second fall of Voldemort. He was adopted by the prestigious but small pureblood Abadeer family, who did their best to keep his true lineage relatively unknown (other than to former followers of the Dark Lord).

Pet(s): A male cat named Silus, silver-haired with golden/amber eyes. His family Augurey, Dimitri, delivers letters to and from him and calls out from the heights of the Hogwarts spires when it rains.

Personality: Cynical, astute, easy-going, charismatic, manipulative, flirtatious, brooding, skeptical, scheming

Likes: Storms, deep conversation, fireplaces, books, gossip, music, perfume, silk, leather, beautiful eyes, soft hair

Dislikes: Humidity, uncivilized behavior, failure, secrets

Classes: Ancient Runes, Astronomy, Charms, DADA, Divination, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration

Goals: Become a master of the magic arts, create useful connections and lasting bonds

Stats: 400

Stamina: 50
Physical Strength: 45
Healing Spells: 30
Defense Spells: 80
Dark Arts: 120
Luck: 45
Flying Ability: 30
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Mercer Indictus Abadeer (Lestrange)

Second Year
Slytherin
Pureblood



"If you're looking to me, I must confess, unlike an answer lost deep in loneliness. I'm just a question. I'm just full of passion. You aim and you miss. If we keep fighting who we are, we won't hit anything.
Eyes set on me, like I'm an answer. Just a question, you missed a complete disaster. Just a person; probably the worst one; loose-lipped and shoulders chipped. If we keep fighting who we are, we won't hit anything."

"You just run, run, run. You just run this to the ground. I'll send this out to you, in hopes that you may drown. You just run, run, run. You've broken what you love. I'll drag this out to you. I'm the rehab, you're the drugs. Drown, drown, I'm filling up your lungs. Drown, drown, I'm the rehab, you're the drugs."

"She said 'I'm so sorry you're going through all of this. You're gonna be fine, there's plenty of time,' she said with the flick of her wrist. She said 'Don't you worry. Everyone gets pissed. At the end of the line, falling behind, fear is so hard to resist.' She said 'Its time to wake up. You're acting like such a fool. If you're gonna go on, you gotta be strong. Life can be so cruel.' And now the time has moved on. I haven't seen her face in years. But the things that she said are stuck in my head. Now I'm walking through fire and fear. But there's no telling what tomorrow brings.
If the sky is the limit, then I'll build a bridge up to it. If I make it back, I'd still want more. If the sky is the limit, then I'll steal the air that's in it. I won't take it back, I'd still want more."

"These ears don't deserve the things you've been feeding them. Its no wonder you've never done a thing. I wish you'd never talk at all. These walls talk more than we ever will. I could get used to this world, standing oh so still. So hedge my bets and stand my ground, I'll never talk at all."

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