MULCIBER, hilary ramiro

[mulci]

Nickname:Snapey
How You Found Us:Opened my front door
Contact Via: pm

What can be found in a name:
Hilary Ramiro Mulciber
When the day I was born:
11/04/1959
The Angels screamed:
Victor Aled Mulciber [bureaucrat]
Elena Archeluta[housewife, ex model]
And Hell shut its doors:
Doberman x2[Hafgan and Arawn]
While creatures retreated:
Pure
To depths unknown:
Slytherin

I hide from them:
With Walden Macnair, common room, dormitory, locker rooms, quidditch pitch.
Be who they want to see:
IF Mulciber didn't look so thuggish, or wear such an insouciant smirk that showed he was thinking about some girl in the most carnal way posssible, he could pass for handsome. He has strong features, clearly showing his mother's foreign blood with his dark eyes and tanned skin.
His hair is kept short, very short, and he has faint abrasions on his ears, the area near his sideburns and under his neck. These are from his beater's helmet. And he has the build to fit his preferred position from regular sparring matches and working out, tall, with thick biceps and forearms, and a typical triangular torso shape. His broad shoulders and tanned, well-defined torso would probably make him a hit with the ladies, if he didn't already consider himself god's gift to them.
He is relatively heavy for his height, which is average, and he has dark hair and eyes, not that the former is quite so visible when he has it shaved close to his skull.
Either through high testosterone or a lazy morning routine, Mulciber often has a five o'clock shadow or at least significant stubble on his chin and cheeks.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Mulciber, for you must never call him by his first name, believes that women were put on this earth for the sole purpose of pleasing him and that he was god's gift to women. Girls who do not fit this mould he has made for them, are often added to lists that he and Walden MAcnair make.He has very low morals, and is not adverse to blackmailing, pressuring or threatening to get women to sleep with him, nor is he a stranger to incest, having slept with 5 of his cousins.
He is an avid gambler and regularly makes bets with friends about how long the latest couples will last. THe gamblers then use any means possible to win the bet, either by breaking them apart or helping them kiss and make up after any arguments.
Most of his reactions towards women, objectify them, only one woman does not recieve this treatment. HIs mother. Mulciber is a typical sufferer of the Oedipus complex, and has always been his mother's little boy.
Despite his ideal physique, he is not a member of Slytherin's quidditch team, as the last time he tried out for beater, he wasa little too focussed on trying to fly underneath Dorcas Meadowes and look up.
This brash and blase voyeurism is a key part of Mulciber's personality and he can sometimes be found in the boy's locker rooms where he has managed to find a hole which offers a spectacular view into the girl's locker rooms. He was disillusioned the first time he peeped, since he noted that too many of the girls in there were wearing swimming costumes or towels, or were changing in the cubicles into which he could not see. LAter, he peeped again and was thrilled to see the then Slytherin Quidditch Captain Jocelin Crouch completely naked. For the twelve year old Mulciber, this was the best thing he had ever seen.
This soulless being:
Quidditch
his mother
girls on the 'hot stuff' list
THe peeping hole
Walden MAcnair
Is just as lost:
girls on the All teasing no pleasing list
girls on the frigid bitches list
Muggles
Half-breeds
Tomato Ketchup
As everyone else:
confident
good flyer
staying quiet when peeping
handles plain rejection pretty well
his strength
In a world that knows only hate:
charming women
doesn't know own strength
indecent sense of humour
handles rejection and embarassment badly
thinking ahead
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
Very attracted to his mother
can knit

They left me to die:
Alejandro Archeluta
Nicolette Ruiz
On a bed of roses:
Auryn Mulciber
Rose Patman
Blood seeping through:
Victor was never enough for his mother, and she occassionally meets a number of well-known purebloods privately.
The satin sheets of fame:
well off but not gentry
What a bitter story of love:
Hilary Ramiro Mulciber was born and grew up in north wales. His first sign of magic was when he was six years old and a bowl of chocolate mousse was about to be taken away from him before he had finsihed. THe bowl stuck to the table and wouldn't move. Indeed it is still there, though it is now used as an ashtray or keystore. HE used to sit at his mother's feet and watch as she knitted. Then he sat next to her and she taught him how to knit. He would spend hours like that, next to her, watching her more than his stitches. He recieved his Hogwart sletter as expected and set off with no troubles, though his mother did attempt to bribe the porter to allow her to ride the express with him. She was not permitted to but stood and waved goodbye with tears of pride on her cheeks instead.
ONce at Hogwarts, having to row across the lake, to which he heartily objected, but was forced to do anyway, was where his first problem occurred. HE also met one Walden Macnair, soon to become his best friend.
HE went through his Hogwarts years normally, not a particularly good student, but not a bad one. He did well enough in his OWls, not that he would need them. HE took Divination, a doss subject which allowed him to sit across the table from girls as they leant forward to study his big hands. It availed him of a great view down their shirts. He took COMC PArtly from interest, partly because his best friend also took it.
IN his third year, he returned to his second year dorm to fetch a few choice publications he had left under his bed last year in a secret hiding spot behind a wood panel. HE discovered that the new resident of that bed had discovered them already. He struck up an awkward rapport with the skinny, geeky looking kid, and later on, stole back his things, as well as some sweets that he had found there. The Second year boy was Severus Snape and he would regularly visit him in years to come whenever he needed a particular potion as a favour or later, when he ran out of cigarettes.

He did not want to row the boat as that should be the work of the mudbloods and half-breeds like Werewolves. The Groundskeeper however, informed him, since he was the most suited candidate, that he would be rowing with one oar. He was irritated and rowed as fast and hard as he could, assuming he would get there sooner, of course, when the other rower isn't rowing in the same direction as you, the boat makes a wide arc, and that arc took them away from the other boats. Mulciber, noticing the other rower was rowing in the opposite direction, stood up and, causing the boat to rock a little jabbed the other boy in the back. "Hey, You're rowing the wrong way, you dumb squib." THe other boy disagreed, leading to an argument which lead to Mulciber taking a fighting stance. The fighting stance also led to Mulciber unbalancing as the Giant squid took interet in the now unmoving boat.
He fell in. The Squid went straight for him, he flailed a little, then attempted to climb back in when a tentacle wrapped around his midriff and pulled him under. HE started thrashing and lashed out at the tentacle. THat didn't work. His fist connected with solid slimy squid muscle but the creature didn't budge. It pulled him under again. This time he managed to inhale a little of the water. HE was choking. Dying. His limbs felt heavy and he was cold. The water tasted disgusting and hurt his eyes. but the Squid was holding fast.
Until it let go for a moment. He wasn't sure why, but it was enough for him to flail upwards. A hand grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him into the boat again. He looked up at the boy who'd been rowing wrong. the boy who'd just saved him from that ugly lake-dwelling creature...

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