Mulciber Arcturus Burke

Sighrus

THE PUPPET

full name : Mulciber Arcturus Burke
nicknames : Mulci
date of birth : August 26, 1962
house : Slytherin
age : 14
year : 4th
wand type : 8 and a half inches, blackwood, Unicorn hair core
blood line : halfblood
pets : A kitty named Tiger. That he carries around almost everywhere.

THE LOOKS

hair color : Dark blonde with light brown underneath
eye color : light brown
height&weight : five foot five inches tall. 110 pounds
played by : William Moseley
full appearance :
Mulciber is not the shortest person of his age and gender, nor is he anywhere near the tallest. He stands at about five foot five inches and weighs in at approximately 110 pounds. His face is very angular, but holds a child-like quality with slightly chubby cheeks; seemingly out of place with his sharp features. His chin angles into a rounded point that doesn't quite fit him, but looks natural all the same. His cheek bones are very slightly below his very light brown eyes. If one took the time to study him, they would note that his eyes were just the slightest tad large against their almond shaped sockets. The only part of his face out of proportion to his boyish features is the burn scar across his left cheek, extending down his neck and arm all the way to the back of his left wrist. See History and below.

His nose is a bit small on his face, slightly curved and in a very set triangular shape. As his hair is cut anywhere from just below his chin to just above it loosely based on his mood at the time the scissors are out, it is often falling into his face at very random, and sometimes inconvenient times. Often times, said hair holds a silky blonde look, a brown sheen showing through due to a slightly darker layer of hair beneath the golden blonde. Because of it's length, he picked up a very James Potter-like habit. Many of the older Slytherins feel very obliged to tease him about it. Running a slender hand through his hair-- all the time. Though it is an action that he does almost without thinking and therefore feels the need to fight back when they call him "James Potter Jr." This results in his angering of the wrong people. Regardless of the fact that they are in his same house, they don't hesitate to beat him up for getting angry. Which brings us to his skin. Regardless of the fact that he has bruises every once in awhile, his skin is a very creamy color, kissed ever so slightly by the sun. However, that very skin is covered in burn scars. See History. There's a huge contrast between that and to his very pink lips that end up chapped quite often. This probably resulting from the nasty habit of licking his lips when he becomes nervous.

Besides all of these somewhat useless facts about his appearance, there are just a few more subjects to touch upon. His arms, for instance. Though he is in no way a very weak boy, neither is he a very strong boy. His arms are slightly thin, though not to the point that he has no muscle at all. Just to where they are highly unnoticeable. Much like several pre-described attributes. His fingers are all slender. The poor nails bitten to the point that they don't exist past their spot over the top of his flesh. On the other hand, his feet are actually a bit small. Being a size smaller than most boys his age. With all this information compiled together, we have but a few last facts to hit. That his is not completely skinny, nor is he in any way pudgy. Though this is never really noticed as he is normally wearing baggy clothing such as his school robes. He prefers a shirt and pants, however, and wears them whenever he can rather than being lazy and staying in his robes all day.

THE INSIDES

likes :
»Screaming-- When it's not his own. Especially the screaming of guys as they are so much more work to elicit the sound from.
»His friends-- Each holds a special place in his heart and he trusts them to the point that he feels completely compelled to throw himself at them whenever he so sees fit.
»Chocolate Pudding-- One of his main loves in life.
»Control-- He loves the power of influence over the human mind. He practices the impeiro curse on small animals daily.
»Wolves-- His favorite animal.
»Reading-- Nothing better than a good book.
dislikes :
»Dogs-- Though he loves wolves, he hates dogs.
»Strawberries-- He's allergic.
»Small animals-- Squirrels, mice, spiders...
»Fire-- It burns things. See Appearance, and History.
strengths :
»The imperio curse-- 'Nuff said.
»Studies-- He's good at it. Just not openly.
weaknesses :
»Crying Easily-- 'Nuff said.
habits/quirks :
»Liking his lips-- They're chapped thinks to this.
»Running a hand through his hair-- "James Potter Jr."
»Twitching-- Completely random, but unavoidable.
boggart :
»A large, pure black dog coming toward him very quickly, or slowly. Depending on how his day has been.
patronus :
»A silver cat, seeing as all patronum are silver.
»His best memory.... Well, of all his wonderful memories, his best would be the day he got his letter for Hogwarts. The moment of familiarity through the feel of parchment touching his fingertips. He just knew he'd been re-united with the wizarding world.
dream job :
»Why would he want a job? He's got books to read!
overall personality :
Mulciber is the type of hyper-active boy to cry when he's upset, scream when he's hurt, laugh when he's happy, smile when he sees his friends, and frown when he's confused. As true as all this is, the very emotional boy has another side to him. One that is calm, thoughtful, inquisitive, kind-hearted, and quite the bookworm. How this was possible? No clue here. But it's Mulciber. Never question his ability to be bipolar.

His more childish side is the one most well known to the most people. It's the side of him that can go from skipping down Hogwarts' halls to crying until he's reduced into a puddle of tears. He absolutely adores his friends, and will never hesitate to hug them tightly upon seeing them. If said friend become angry, it is not below him to burst into tears. He's the type of person who cries over spilled milk. Someone who has, oddly enough, cried over such before.

His more mature side is a side he neglects quite often. It comes out when he's in the library or doing homework. He studies rather well when actually letting him calm nature act out it's personality. He tends to consider his decisions that he's made recently whenever he settles down and becomes more calm. Most of the time, it doesn't concern him much. Other times, he gives himself guild trips. Angering himself beyond belief. However, he gets over it when he becomes entranced in the words of an essay. When his thoughts are filled with the poetry of letters forming the answers to various questions.

Regardless of which personality is dictating his movements, he loves to read. And he never really minds classwork or lectures. Sometimes, he even finds his homework of the utmost amusement; when he isn't itching to finish reading one of his favorite novels.

THE BEGINNING

ethnicity : English
hometown : Dulwich, England
mother and father :
Father;; Arcturus Phaeton Burke
Mother;; Marialle Isodel (Jahina) Burke
Adoptive Father;; Lionel Sairam Wilkes
Adoptive Mother;; Clarice Arabella (Laurence) Wilkes
brothers and sisters : none
other relatives :
Grandfather;; Larron Mervin Jahina
overall history :
Mulciber Arcturus Burke was birthed in the back room of the Burke household. His father, a middle-class wizard, and his mother, a beautiful muggle and the daughter of the town's mayor, were very proud to set their eyes upon the picture perfect baby boy. With his wisps of fine blonde hair and big brown eyes he held attributes from both his mother and father. He'd taken his mother's light blonde hair and his father's dark brown eyes.

As the only child, he was spoiled as much as they possibly could. As his father was co-owner of a business on Knockturn Alley, Borgin & Burkes, they had a steady income coming in from the darker portion of the wizarding community. They both loved him dearly. Until he grew older and his hair darkened, layered with a whole new bit of color. His eyes lightened as well, further scaring the both of them. Both suspected something had happened. That the child was somehow not their own. They managed to stay together, pull throughout for the next few years. By now, Mulciber was five and beginning to understand that his parents were displeased with him.

During the next few years, his parents fought. Everyday, all day. Until the day on his ninth birthday when his mother found out his father was a wizard. That was the day that everything erupted into a series of unfortunate events for young Mulciber.

He was stuck in bed with a cold, his mother and father were arguing loudly downstairs. When the voices stopped, he knew his mother had run off to the guest room she'd been occupying for the past few years. What he didn't know was what she was doing.

It wasn't for several minutes before the smell of smoke struck him and he jumped out of bed. His father was yelling again, this time something about them all dying together. And his mother was answering that it was for the best. His father's voice softened and he tried to coax her out of the room. Regardless of everything, he didn't want her dead. He'd conveniently forgotten about their son. Mulciber didn't get it. What was wrong with his parents? And why was their fire at the bottom of the stairs? He couldn't get through that! Tears spread over his face. The house was burning and his only escape route was dangerous.

Adrenalin kicked in and he ran at the fire, hoping if he got through quick enough it wouldn't hurt as much. But it did hurt, burning through his pajamas and attacking his flesh. He screamed, inhaling smoke as he fought for the breath to cough madly. His lungs just weren't getting the oxygen he so desperately needed. Tears streaked down his face as he reached the door, struggling with burnt hands with the lock. And then he heard it.

"We'll die together, Marialle, love. Mulciber is probably asleep. He'll die with us. Then the world will be rid of our vile lives. You'll see your father again." That was his father. Tears ran faster down Mulciber's cheeks and he almost gave up on the door. He was so close to giving up... And the thought of his grandfather, Larron, the first person to suspect that Mulciber might have not been his father's child only furthered these thoughts. But the heat of the blaze right behind him inspired him and he finally thrust open the door, coughing and gasping as he stumbled outside and across the yard the collapse in the road just in front of the Burke household. Or the former place the house had once stood.

A muggle neighbor that lived just across the street found him before the wizard down the street could get to him. He was taken to a muggle hospital where the treatments left scars across his young body that would remain with him the entirety of his life.

Seeing as all his relatives had died over and before the nine years of his existence, he was sent to a muggle orphanage and adopted later that year by a muggle couple. Clarice and Lionel Wilkes had no idea what they were getting into when they adopted him. No idea of the strange, lunaticial, and bipolar attitude that had formed on the small quiet boy after the deaths of his parents. They didn't know that the child was a wizard either. He'd been enrolled in a muggle school the week after he was settled into their house. And two years later, his letter came.

He was filled with joy. He hated his boring muggle life and the way he was picked on at the small elementary school he'd been going to. His adoptive parents were less thrilled and more terrified. Mulciber didn't care, however. He was going to get into his father's old Gringotts vault and buy his school things in Diagon Alley regardless of the Wilkes' ill thoughts regarding it all. And so he did go. He was put in the noble house of Slytherin despite his half-bloodedness. Thanks to his firm beliefs swinging in a Slytherin-like manner.

And he went again and again each year. Including his current fifth year. Life seemed so much better at Hogwarts. Even with the teasing he received and the occasional beating from the upper class student. He adored the place and his friends with all his heart. Though he would never speak of his past no matter how many times it was the cause of his ever numerous tears.

THE PUPPETEER

your name : Sighrus
contact : PM me if you really, really have to have them.
other? : That cat, you know. That's my cat in real life. And his name really is Tiger. Which is why I called him that for Mulciber.
roleplay example :
Remus had ventured out onto Hogwarts grounds well before his friends knew where he was headed. It was a lovely day and he refused to spend it helping the others with a prank of some sort as it was extremely troublesome. Especially as he was in no mood to dump slug slime upon Professor Slughorn's head, or get Severus locked into a broom closet. No, those things just did not appeal as they rarely did to him. Surely as a Marauder he was entitled to the occasional love of a good hearted prank. Today was just not one of those times.

His yellowed eyes cast about the grounds, looking to see which students he recognized as it was always more fun to sit around with someone to talk to. The only person he felt remotely called to speak with was Severus Snape, sitting out near the woods. Even as he began toward the other, a group of Gryffindor's had surrounded the poor boy. Not quite to Remus' surprise, they were not his fellow Marauders. In fact, they were a group of boys rather disliked by Remus for the cruel aspects of many of their jokes. Well, much crueler than those of the Marauders. Though James and Sirius did have their moments. Nonetheless, he felt quite bad for the poor Slytherin as he watched him run into the woods.

Wait! The Forbidden Forest! Did anyone even know their way around that place excluding the Marauders, creatures that lived there, and perhaps the headmaster and a few of the teachers? He was uncertain but forced himself not to panic. Sure, he was suppose to be an enemy of Severus', but he held a soft spot in his heart for the other boy. As he felt he could understand some of what the other went through everyday with all the pranking and bullying. Mostly for the fact that Remus was a werewolf and experienced such treatment in a more mental form when he was at home or around adults at the school who knew. Regardless, he had friends that were always there to support him whereas Severus' friends could be anywhere whenever he was in need of them.

Deciding it would be best to wait for the greasy haired male and the rude Gryffindors to leave the forest, he sat himself down near the dropped bag of the Slytherin boy. One of his slender hands ran through his mousy brown hair as he awaited their return and he fidgeted slightly. They had been gone a time and sitting near the slowly awakening leader of the bullying group was not exactly his ideal pastime.

Soon after, the three boys that had chased Severus into the forest had come back. Without said black haired male. Remus felt his suspicion rise as he saw their terrified looks. He was just close enough to hear the troubled and rather loud talk of the boys as they terrified themselves over what had occurred. Apparently, Severus Snape lay dead in a ditch somewhere in the woods. From the description of the sudden steep hill and the large rock and thick trees, the area came to Remus mind without question. He knew where Severus was. And if the other was indeed dead... His head spun slightly and he pulled Severus' bag upon his own shoulder, casting an unseen glare toward the group that had done such terrible things to Severus. No. They deserved every ounce of his anger. What they didn't quite deserve was the blood hungry feeling that arose within him as the fury of his inner wolf began to escape it's carefully isolated part of his mind. The way he wanted to rip their throats out for daring to hurt someone to the point of probable death. It was uncalled for. Even if it was Severus whom he was suppose to hate.

Without any more thought, Remus ventured into the woods, not bothering to get help or tell anyone. He had a job to do before the sun set and real danger was afoot for a severely injured Severus who had the possibility of being nothing more than a corpse. But that was not the only thing to trouble Remus. He too would be in danger no matter how good he was in his subjects and spell work. He had only his wand and Severus' bag on this journey and if he was a fraction too late, he could lose not only whatever remained of the bookwormish Slytherin, but his own life as well.

With these thoughts running through his split mind he held both the reactions of he himself and the wolf within him that had been awoken by an anger brewing in his soul. He himself was a bit scared, worried, angry. While the wolf had become angry and hungry. It did not matter how close or far the moon was as he was so unbalanced in a flurry of emotion that it made little difference. As he continued through the tress he could remember bits and flashes of occurrences here with his friends on the full moon. Nothing was complete, as he could never remember an entire night taken by the werewolf form he held within. But these flashes were something. Certainly they were helpful in figuring out where he was and how to proceed.

And before long he had found the cliff. That wasn't really a cliff as much as a hill. And it was indeed steep to the point that he was unsure how he intended to get down. But before that, was Severus even here? His eyes traveled along the bottom and what he saw was almost enough to make him dreadfully sick. He held it in, of course. He had to get down there without fail and save Severus, after all. Who might be dead. He couldn't tell from way up here. And so he began the climb in a very stupid fashion. Going straight down and attempting to not slide. He of course found that this was very idiotic and was rewarded when he twisted his left ankle before landing next to the Slytherin.

Ignoring the pain, as was nothing new to him, he crawled over to Severus. Taking his wrist to check for a pulse almost made him sick as he found the one he'd grabbed to be broken. Putting it back down, he took the male's other hand, finding that the greasy haired male was indeed alive. If not terribly unwell.

Severus, oh Severus." he whispered, hand reaching into his pockets to pull out his wand. He needed Severus awake. Awake and helping him through this because with no one, he would certainly give in to his nauseous stomach and be of no use. Pointing the stick at his fellow student, he muttered in a shaky tone, "En-En-Ennervate!" the spell had to work. Had to revive Severus into the world of woken souls if Remus had even a chance at bringing them both back to Hogwarts with no further pain inflicted.

I meant to type Sighrus under the picture of William. XD
Sorry about that.

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