Post by redeemedone on May 24, 2010 7:17:01 GMT 1
Nickname: Pete
How You Found Us: Told my Veronica
Contact Via: email on account or PM
How You Found Us: Told my Veronica
Contact Via: email on account or PM
What can be found in a name:
Pete Walker
When the day I was born:
DOB: 06/13/1960
The Angels screamed:
Parents/Siblings: (Deceased) Matthew & Aundrea Walker/ Mark Walker (twin)
And Hell shut its doors:
Black cat named Ninja
While creatures retreated:
Pure
To depths unknown:
Slytherin - 6th Year
I hide from them:
*Astronomy Tower
*Lake
*Quidditch Pitch
Be who they want to see:
Pete is 6'1 and of slim build. Muscular but not overly muscled he has a more toned appearance that is due to his years on the Quidditch team where he plays a chaser.
A tattoo of black wings cover his shoulder-blades that he received when he was 15 in memorandum of his twin, he is also in possession of a scar on his wrist which he keeps covered.
He has gray/silver eyes that are often cold, even when he smiles, arched brows and full lips.
Pete's style depends on his mood, if he's feeling regal then that's how he dresses. If he's feeling more laid back then he's not above a sweatshirt and trainers in his spare time. -However, whatever he wears is always of the best quality.
His favorite colors are black and green so you will usually find him in one or both of those colors in his spare time, his shoes are dragon hide and always match his gloves (if he needs to wear any). He is in possession of a perpetual smirk and that is usually accompanied by an arched brow and smarmy comment.
But that leaves no one:
To discover that inside:
Pete Walker is a strong person. Orphaned at the age of 10 due to a large house fire that took both parents as well as his twin brother, Mark, Pete went to live with his Grandparents. His Grandfather, Endymion and Grandmother, Wysteria Walker, raised him with a strong pure blood belief system that was opposite of the way that his parents, Matthew and Andrea, had been raising him before their deaths.
Because of this duel, and at times conflicting, childhood Pete is in possession of a contradictory nature. Full Gemini at heart he often smiles and jokes with those around him. While his humor is apparent to anyone who comes across him, it is also somewhat twisted in nature so please do not let his smiling countenance and twinkling eyes fool you. Pete is and always will be Slytherin through and through. His charm and wit are his main tools and weapons used to manipulate those around him.
Odd, eccentric and hyper at times, while quiet, pensive and deliberate at others Pete is not easily pegged. He enjoys Quidditch, but does not have anyone that he considers an actual friend. He does maintain several acquaintances with some of the people around him but does not allow anyone close enough to know anything too serious about his life or his inner workings.
Wealthy, handsome, charming and ruthless, Pete Walker is your worst enemy disguised as your best friend.
This soulless being:
*Quidditch
*Potions
*Flying
*Witty Remarks
*Watching people get hurt
Is just as lost:
*Astrology
*Weakness
*Crying Females
*Stupidity
*Lovey-dovey types
As everyone else:
*Able to Read Others Well
*Witty
*Excellent Spell Caster
*Excels at DADA
*Hiding true Emotions
In a world that knows only hate:
*His Family
*His Cat
*Astrology
*Unable to get close to people, even if he wants to.
*Expressing true Emotions
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
*While playing with his Father's wand, he accidentally started the fire that burned down his family's home and killed them.
*The scar on his wrist is from a failed suicide attempt when he was 14.
They left me to die:
Grandfather: Pete Cypher
Grandmother: Angelica Cypher
On a bed of roses:
*Grandfather: Endymion Walker
*Grandmother: Wysteria Walker
Blood seeping through:
His Grandfather is a practitioner of Dark Arts who, along with friends, captures muggles to try out dark spells and torture techniques. He began to include Pete in the practices when he was 14 and with the use of a "spare" wand.
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich
What a bitter story of love:
The Walkers are a well known pureblood family, they are not as old as the Malfoys or Blacks but they are still quite historic. Pete's grandfather on his Father's side, Endymon is the owner of several mines that are the bearers of exotic gems, crystals and other jewels. He is also the owner of three exclusive Jewelry stores, one located in Diagon Alley, one in France and another in the U.S.
Originally in possession of the last name Wesiterheim as a boy, Endymion Walker grew up in Germany and went to Drumstrang for most of his education. However, the family name became tainted after an unfortunate incident involving his Endymion's Father and Uncle and the family was forced to flee the country.
After remaining in hiding from the ages of 15 to 17 the young Endy, along with his sister Natasha and their parents re-emerged in London Wizarding society under the surname Walker. Heading off into the word looking for a way to regain his family fortune, Endymion received a job working with Goblins from Gringotts as a solicitor. At the age of 19 he went on an expedition for the Goblins to recover some property that had been left in their care located at an estate in the deep jungles. Confused about the directions to the location, Endymion Apperated to a point that was over 50 Kilometers off of his destination. Disoriented and confused he ran though the heavy rain of forest looking for shelter and a place to regroup. He found it in a small, hidden cavern. After an hour or so of constant rain Endymion grew bored and began to explore, taking several turns leading deeper and deeper into the maze of pathways he finally made it to a large cavern. Upon lighting his wand he found the walls to be alive with the brilliance of gems, some he recognized as tips of diamonds and rubies, others he could not name, though they were just as beautiful.
Quickly using a 'Point me' spell he found his way out of the cavern and to the entrance. Then, after setting up several wards, illusions and snares he left off to notify the proper people of his discovery. The mines were unclaimed and unknown, allowing Endymion Walker, to become the sole owner of them since the land was still uncharted he had discovered it.
Quickly securing his fortune, it did not take Endymion long to amass a bigger one. At the Age of 25 he met Wysteria Cypher, daughter to the Head of Magical Sports and Gaming at the Ministry and completely pure of blood she was exactly the type of girl to catch his eye. A dark haired beauty and the belle of the season they began to court and after a satisfactory contract for marriage was drawn, the couple became engaged and were wed when he was 27 and she was 22.
About a year later Wysteria did her duty to her husband and gave birth to an heir that was named Matthew Walker, for his Grandfather who had recently passed away. Matthew was brought up in a strict and strong purblood family. During his work with Gringotts and his subsequent travels looking for additional mines after that, Endymion developed a taste for dark artifacts and dark arts. He often attempted to share this fascination with his son, however Matt was not as entranced by dark magic as his father. The two were often at odds over the things that Endymion did and the “morals” that his son had obtained caused a rift between the two that only grew when the young Walker was sorted into Gryffindor House in Hogwarts.
While in Gryffindor, Matthew met a young girl named Aundrea Zimmerman, light and funny, sweet and kind, she was everything that he didn’t have at home. Matt found he only felt complete with her and counted the days between breaks when he could leave the dark atmosphere under his Father’s control and enter her warm and sunny arms. The pair was friends for their first two years at Hogwarts and began dating third year, becoming inseparable. They were married shortly after graduating.
Matt Walker received a job in the Minstry, while Aundrea was a reporter for the Daily Prophet, they lived a happy and relatively peaceful life. Andrea had lost her parents early on and had been raised by her Aunt and Matt rarely spoke to his parents, the rift between them becoming a valley when he refused to marry the woman his Father wanted him to marry or to go into the family business. After four years of trying and failing, Aundrea finally conceived not one, but two babies with the help of a potency potion regimen.
Pete and Mark Walker were raised in a loving and happy environment. The twins were very mischievous and were the best of friends. Inseparable since before birth, they did everything together. Mark was the more outgoing of the two boys, however Pete was the leader. The twins were kept away from bad influences, including their grandparents. When asked most would tell you that Mark was the “good” twin and Pete was the “bad” one, his personality and eyes having a slightly sinister nature to them.
When the twins were 10 and their parents in their early 30’s a fire broke out at the home while they were sleeping. The fire quickly spread engulfing the home and killing all inside with the exception of Pete, who escaped through a basement window and somehow without a scratch or burn on him. The cause of the fire is still unknown… though several people do have their theories…
***
Upon entering Hogwarts Pete was nervous to face the sorting hat. Part of him wanted to be Gryffindor, like his Father, however the other part did not want the displeasure that he knew his Grandfather would bring down upon him if that happened.
Alas, his worry was all for naught, the sorting hat barely touched his head before yelling out "Slytherin!" And telling Pete more about himself than he was sure he wanted to know.
The first few years at Hogwarts were spent making connections and associations that he realized, even at a young age and with some coaching from his grandfather, were an important asset to his future and the family business.
By his third year Pete had found his niche in Slytherin house, never calling so much attention to himself that he stood out, but never so little that others didn't know who he was. He tried out for and joined the Quidditch team and began to notice the lingering eye of the ladies. He valued discretion above all else and therefore rarely dallied with Slytherin girls, who were known to be notorious gossips.
By his Fifth year he had several steady options that he sought when the need hit. They were all discreet and proper, pureblood witches who realized that the interactions could hurt them more than him. More of them than not were Ravenclaw, with one Hufflepuff and two Gryffindors thrown in for variety- after all, house rivalry was all fine and well, but who cared what your house crest was with your robes off?
Now in his Sixth year Pete is focusing more on school, he limited his conquests to one per house... well, and an additional Raven to make up for the non-existent Slytherin. He spent a lot of time focusing on his classes, his current favorite subject being Defense Against Dark Arts. This was something that was a bit confusing to his housemates, however Pete understood that if you're going to win in a battle you need to know exactly how they believed that they can beat you.
Pete laid on his bed, his silvery gaze fixed on the canopy overhead. He released a soft sigh and glanced over at the clock. 6:27pm He had less than an hour for dinner, or for a nap, which had been the plan. He snorted and rolled his eyes 'The plan that never works out,' he thought to himself running his right hand though his already tussled locks. A soft 'Meow' caught his attention as a cold nose nudged his left hand. Pete smiled a bit and sat up.
"Hey there Ninja," he said picking up the black cat with silver eyes much like his own. The creature gave a soft purr and nudged his hand thorough the patting as though looking for something. "Hungry fella?" Pete inquired leaning over to his drawer and pulling out some dry cat treats and holding them out to his pet.
Ninja took a step back and sniffed his hand before turning his nose up at the offering.
"Uppity little bastard aren't you," the dark haired boy drawled with a chuckle and an arch of his brow. Then cat only 'meowed' once more in response before turning away, his tail high in the air. Jumping off on the bed lithely, Ninja padded to the door of the dorm and turned back tilting his head and giving Pete a slightly impatient look
Pete rolled his eyes and shook his own head in response "Geez, you know you're the pet, I'm the owner," he told the creature, however as he did so he also stood and slipped on this shoes.
Foregoing his robes and not caring about straightening his haphazard tie, or hair for that matter, Pete gave a feral stretch, ignoring the impatient 'meow' from the door. Rolling his neck one last time the tall boy fastened his cuffs and headed for the door, giving a small, amused, chuckle when Ninja took off down the stairs in anticipation.
"Hey there Ninja," he said picking up the black cat with silver eyes much like his own. The creature gave a soft purr and nudged his hand thorough the patting as though looking for something. "Hungry fella?" Pete inquired leaning over to his drawer and pulling out some dry cat treats and holding them out to his pet.
Ninja took a step back and sniffed his hand before turning his nose up at the offering.
"Uppity little bastard aren't you," the dark haired boy drawled with a chuckle and an arch of his brow. Then cat only 'meowed' once more in response before turning away, his tail high in the air. Jumping off on the bed lithely, Ninja padded to the door of the dorm and turned back tilting his head and giving Pete a slightly impatient look
Pete rolled his eyes and shook his own head in response "Geez, you know you're the pet, I'm the owner," he told the creature, however as he did so he also stood and slipped on this shoes.
Foregoing his robes and not caring about straightening his haphazard tie, or hair for that matter, Pete gave a feral stretch, ignoring the impatient 'meow' from the door. Rolling his neck one last time the tall boy fastened his cuffs and headed for the door, giving a small, amused, chuckle when Ninja took off down the stairs in anticipation.
