|Tegan Ffion Selwyn (savagelegance) wrote in find_players,|
@ 2012-05-09 14:23:00
Born and bred in Eastern Europe, Mikhail was the dark, princely figure of Durmstrang. Very intelligent, poised and of very good breeding, no one would question his status as a Pure-blood, or the fact he was what ever Pure-blood mother of 'proper' society would want their equally Pure-blood daughter to wed. He was a catch in every way, and the calculating females of Durmstrang knew this, and set him as the ultimate prize.
Only a few years spent in Durmstrang, three to be exact, and Tegan quickly rose among the girls of her year. She was a natural, a leader among those bred to the subtle, and not so subtle, arts of manipulation practiced by females of their social standing in the more old world circles of Eastern Europe's Pure-blood societies. And their final year saw them all competing in a race to be crowned 'Queen of Durmstrang' by capturing the King, Mikhail. The year went on, one by one the competitors dropping away, but Tegan held fast. Teasing and manipulating Mikhail until it ended in him giving chase to her. She did not count on his anger, though. An anger she couldn't predict or understand. He did not appreciate being made a toy by the girls of his year. Some prize to be won. So when he gave Tegan what she wanted... in a way that left her her changed and fearful. And now another change is upon her, a change that will bring her face to face with the one man whom she fears more than Fenrir Greyback, and more than the Lestrange Brothers.
Mikhail can be of Russian, Romanian or Bulgarian descent. He is around 21 years old, as it is 2002 and he would have graduated in 1999. He can be a relatively newly turned werewolf, or he could have already have been a werewolf when Tegan had met him. Not a nice, sugar coated personality. More like a good guy with a cool attitude and cold anger caught up in bad things, but nonetheless terrifying in his vengeance.
'S.O.S. (Anything but Love)' by Apocalyptica feat Cristina Scabbia
The death of Lord Voldemort was only the beginning of the true darkness. Unleashed from his controls, Fenrir Greyback no longer had a master to serve, only himself and the ideals long held and warped by encroaching insanity. An insanity not as wild and crazed as he had shown the Death Eaters, but in truth more calculating and charming than anyone could have ever believed him. He's recruiting now. The Scottish Highlands are being over taken by him and his ever swelling pack, surrounding Hogwarts on all sides, waiting. Hogsmeade is theirs, and soon the castle will be as well, or so he believes. So the Ministry and Death Eaters are hunting them down, it matter not to him. For every werewolf they put down, three will simply take their place. Soon his perfect world will be realized.
But not everyone within his pack, or entering his pack is as faithful to his cause as they should be, a fact not lost on Fenrir for sure. But as to who they could be... Is it those most trusted? Or those most obvious with their previous connections to those searching for his demise? Who among the werewolves can be trusted, and who cannot? All he knows is that the pretty little Death Eater suddenly running to him and crying for sanctuary is most assuredly going to need watched. He knows that in the games of intelligence and insanity, the brothers are right up there with himself.
'The Howling' by Within Temptationa