Shendeth Eleanor

[Shendeth Eleanor]

ABOUT YOU

Player Alias: Mycha
Do you solemnly swear that you are above the age of 13? Yes.
What is your past experience in roleplaying? 5 years
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ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER

Character Name: Shendeth Eleanor
Character Age: 16

{If student} Year: sixth
{If Student} Preferred House: Slytherin
(If Student) Best Classes: Herbology, Arithmancy, Potions
{If Student) Worst Classes: Charms

Appearance:

• Brief Description: Shendeth takes a lot of care and pride in his appearance. By no means does he fit the conventional definition of what a handsome guy should be like, but he is pretty damn gorgeous in his own way. Or at least he thinks so. Unfortunately he will never be taller than five foot six. He has a medium frame with some lean muscles. The feature he cares most about is his hair. It's pure black, straight, grown out past his shoulders (and he has no intention of ever cutting it) and is nicer than that of plenty of girls. In fact he's been mistaken for one from far away, but doesn't care. Most days he also wears black nail polish and eyeliner. His eyes are very dark green, and he has pale, slightly golden skin. As for facial features, he has high cheekbones and a slightly crooked nose. Shen likes to wear Muggle clothes when he can get away with it, black or the occasional other dark colour; a plain shirt, his favourite black fringe vest, bell bottom jeans and shoes with tall heels to lift his height. [x]
  
• Eye Color: dark green
  
• Hair: black, just below shoulder-length, parted to the side (no bangs or anything in his eyes)
  
• Skin Tone: pale
  
• Height: 5'5"
  
• Body Type: lean, 110 pounds
  

Celebrity Claim: Craig Mabbitt

Strengths:

• intelligence
  
• outer confidence
  
• creative
  
• resourceful
  
• independent
  
• rational
  

Weaknesses:

• vanity
  
• drug addiction
  
• lazy
  
• insecure about his asexuality
  
• introverted and self-destructive
  
• paranoid
  

Quirks/Habits:

• always late to everything
  
• raises one eyebrow while talking
  
• frequently says "wicked" and "sod off"
  

Favourite...

• musician/band: Black Sabbath
  
• movie: Twilight Zone (hasn't seen many actual movies)
  
• book: doesn't really read Muggle books, but anything about dark magic is sure to catch his interest
  
• food: hazelnut biscotti
  

Personality: That would be for you to decide, wouldn't it, but good luck figuring it out. Shendeth is the person who, as soon as you think you're starting to understand him, will do something entirely unexpected. Unpredictable, dark, mysterious; why bother to be himself when it's far better to keep them guessing? One thing everyone seems to agree on though, often the first word used to describe him, is strange. Maybe he's just a creepy kid, or likes it that way, but it's said that there's definitely something off about him. Exactly what depends on the attention of the person doing the saying. His haughty manner of acting, the fact that he is more than capable of murder, or that he is an aromantic asexual. Or just his appearance.

Intelligent and cunning, Shendeth would make an equally fine Slytherin or Ravenclaw. He can be sneaky and uses his intelligence and talents to his advantage regardless of the consequences to others. People who don't know him well might describe him as insensitive; he has no problem with lying straight to your face if the need arises nor with telling things exactly as they are. On first impression he might seem a little cold and distant. He is a bit of a loner, but takes value in friendships. Although he wouldn't die for anyone once he is your friend he'll stay your friend. The same goes for enemies. He doesn't forget things. A bit selfish but never arrogant, he is usually quiet and good at keeping calm.

Unless they do something to him, unlike some people he wouldn't bother to go out of his way to be mean to anyone. If one were to get to know him they might find that he is more caring than he seems. Shendeth does have a light side and likes to go out and laugh with his friends, wishing the world was a happier place. Inside fear can be his greatest weakness, but with Dark magic he is much more interested than wary. He is strong, independent and ambitious, but dark and sarcastic. He does what he wants whatever people think. If some people think he's a little insane, good for them. Although he holds on to friendships and wouldn't like it if there is a tempting reason to betray them that is worth it he would. Shen's first priority is always himself; he will do anything to survive.


Family

• Mother: Rowan Eleanor
  
• Father: Laurent Eleanor, Ministry worker
  
• Siblings: Anjalie Eleanor, 17
  Hayden Eleanor, 17
  Chora Eleanor, 14
  Dorian Eleanor, 10
  
• Other family members (if significant): none

History: Shendeth was born on 2nd October 1957, as the third child of Mr. and Mrs. Laurent and Rowan Eleanor. From the beginning he was always the black sheep of the family, who were all Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Blood-traitors. The Eleanors were upper middle class; had money, but were modest about it. Now, young Shen didn't see why that should be, but overall he was a quiet kid. He was a loner, and often the subject of pranks or teasing by his older sister Anjalie. Anjalie's twin, Hayden, was even more of a quiet kid than Shen, and the two lived peacefully but distantly. The only person in the house he really got on with was Chora. Dorian, the afterthought, was too young to merit attention.

Now, Rowan and Laurent tried their best to be good parents. However, as Shen got older he became distant with his mother, and Laurent, noticing how Shen was shaping up to look strikingly like neither of them, unconsciously turned this doubt into aggression. In any case he was eager to go to Hogwarts. His sister Chora did not follow; besides not having shown signs of magic, she disappeared the summer before she was supposed to go, never to be heard from again. Shendeth will deny that this had any emotional impact, but it sure did.

However, life moved on, and he made plenty of friends in his new House and did well at school. He was smart and adept at magic, particularly in his favourite classes, Herbology, Arithmancy and Potions. It did not take long for him to be drawn to Dark Magic. Of course, as the darker side of the his personality began to manifest itself more and more, other things were going on. Fourth year he had an abusive girlfriend that made him realize his sexuality, he became a very cold person, and got into drugs and alcohol.. but more important than internal conflicts, Voldemort was gaining infamy.

Obviously the Eleanors would side with the Order, but Shendeth had always known he would not. He always thought the Death Eaters sounded cool and wanted nothing to do with foolish morality and fighting a losing battle. While secretly very much an appreciator of Muggle things, he is against the separation of Muggles and wizards, favouring anarchy.

In May 1973 he was out with his best friend in Hogsmeade when the Death Eaters attacked the cafe they were at. They were looking for someone; an outspoken anti-Voldemort wizard who had lived in Hogsmeade. It so happened that this wizard was a family friend of the Eleanors, and Shen had picked up the news of his move the day he was home over spring holiday. So as the Death Eaters kept everyone under threatened watch and searched the place, Shendeth volunteered the information. They brought him back to headquarters, and, once they found he was telling the truth and had no further need of him, he convinced them to let him join rather than die.

He spent the summer a runaway and is now entering his sixth year at Hogwarts. How long he'll stay there remains to be seen.


RP Sample: The Dark Lord was seated in a high, throne like chair. He was examining his wand as a new follower entered the room. As for the moment, he didn't deem them worthy of his attention. The thoughts swirling in the Dark Lord's mind were ones of torturing and eventual murder of those who stood against him.

"What news do you have for me?" he asked in a deadly voice that was laced with even deadlier boredom. He wondered if he should even bother looking up from the grain of his wand. He had accomplished such great things from his magic, his pure blood was so much stronger than any inferior blood he could ever encounter, the lineage of his power was unquestionable.:

He'd never been alone with the Dark Lord before. On the few occasions he'd merited His Evilness's attention, the days surrounding his initiation, there had always been other Death Eaters around. Now, however, the Death Eaters' lair was strangely deserted. Quiet. Deadly quiet. Shen swallowed hard, pausing with a hand on the door.

Not that he was nervous! Oh no, he was a devoted follower who loved the Dark Lord and was so honoured to be there, or, eh, something like that... Anyway, he had no reason to be nervous. He'd done his task perfectly. He should be proud, and if you ignored the feelings that came with knowing that was freakin' Voldemort in there then indeed, he was proud. Very much so.

Now, Shendeth was many things, but he wasn't stupid. The Dark Lord had told him to report back when he'd completed the task.. but he knew he hadn't expected that to actually happen. He was only fifteen, no match yet for the hardened, full-grown Death Eaters. He'd been allowed to join to cause the Eleanors some grief, and maybe stir up some trouble at Hogwarts before he got himself killed or chickened out or both.

The thing was, he wasn't chickening out. He was proud of what he'd done, proud of making his own choices and being there and being part of this great revolution, and he was proud of the dead body in Hogsmeade. It was wrong, it was very wrong, but he hadn't been afraid to do it at all, and it had felt so horribly wonderful. The power of controlling others' lives and the satisfaction of destroying them. This was what he wanted, and he'd grow and in a couple years he'd be the best Death Eater there ever was. Right?

He pulled open the door and strode confidently across the room, head held high, dark green gaze fixed on the uninterested Dark Lord. It was too late to back out now. "My Lord." he said, in imitation of the others, then shifting where he stood because it sounded strange. "She's dead. Lydia Whitefence, the Mudblood rebel you wanted me to kill." He paused to give the Dark Lord a chance to respond, but the silence echoed around the room. If his presence here hadn't sufficiently surprised him, his next move would. It was probably a really bad idea, but "Can I ask you a question?" ... "My lord."

Anything else? Nope.

[Albus Dumbledore]

Accepted. I will send you your Hogwarts letter.

Lord Voldemort will contact you about becoming a death eater.