CARROWS, Alecto Pandora

INTRODUCTIONS

FULL NAME: Alecto Pandora Carrows

NICKNAMES: It isn’t advisable.

AGE: 17

ALLEGIANCE: Chaos

PROFESSION OR YEAR GROUP: 7th




SKIN DEEP

DESIRED PB: Emily Browning

HEIGHT: 5ft

KEY FEATURES: Short, round faced, soft features. A delightful contrast to the harsh qualities of her personality.

DESCRIPTION:
Alecto is, at the end of the day, the project of pureblood breeding. The Carrows were not like the Black’s, whos genes were seemingly dipped in gold, but their features were not as unpleasant as their souls. Their mother was an incredibly beautiful woman. Far from identical, the twins bore a chilling resemblance to one another in the depths of their eyes, but they were decisively different. Alecto was shorter and she had a much softer and more rounded appearance.

She was much more self aware than her brother. It was not vanity that lead her to this, she had just learn the importance of presentation. She had the blood of a snake, the mind of a predator and face like bambi.

The thing was, no prey wandered willingly into the jaws of a snake. Her brother was as intelligent as she, but his impatience for the kill meant he needed constant reminders of this fact. She shared his fascination for experimentation and his bloodlust, but she got equal satisfaction from manipulation and seduction. Luring pretty little things and squishing them accordingly took some effort, and that process began at the mirror. Alecto would also take just as much pleasure in destroying someone’s mental state as their body.




PERSONALITY

LIKES: Her twin, Manipulation, Punishment, Pain, Organised chaos

DISLIKES: Rules, the weak, inferior beings, kindness, kittens

STRENGTHS: Organisation, legillimancy, manipulation, Intelligence, magical ability, dark arts, scientific mind

WEAKNESSES: Separation anxiety from Amycus, lack of genuine emotion

BOGGART: Being locked away in Azkaban away from her brother. She is incredibly strong minded, but even the greatest minds have fallen to Dementors. She fears having her brother, her freedom and her consciousness stolen from her, and is very aware of the possibility of this given their murderous tendencies.

PATRONUS: Alecto cannot feel. Happiness is just a word to her. The first blood she spilled is her greatest memory, but it doesn’t make her happy, just fills the desperate drumming urge in her heart. She cannot produce a patronous.

DESCRIPTION:

Alecto is very intelligent, very quiet and incredibly manipulative. She is cruel and heartless and incapable of any inherently human emotion. Everything she does she judges with animalistic logic. Muggles are beneath her, because she is stronger than them. In that same heart beat, anyone weak enough to damage their bloodline by mating with them was equally lowly. In fact, Alecto felt superior even to those with the most magical of blood if they showed signs of weakness, in any area. Those who would lay down their life to protect the weak were pitiful. And all those who were her inferiors, were in danger. Why should the weak hold back the strong? She felt it her right, her duty and her pleasure to eradicate them.

This makes her totally incapable of a relationship, of course, because if anyone loved her they were by definition weak and foolish. Love was natures trick, it was merely a tool for reproduction and she physically could not feel it. She did not love her twin, even, rather she saw him as a beautiful extension of herself. They didn’t need love, they were one – she felt for him what anyone felt for themselves and would do simply anything to protect him as one would their own life. They are one soul split cruelly in the womb to two bodies, individually they were strong but together, as it was intended, they were utterly formidable.




HISTORY

FATHER: Pylos Zachariah Carrow - Forty Two - Unspeakable and Businessman

MOTHER: Melia Io Carrow (nee Aegyptos) - Thirty four - Socialite


BROTHER(S): Amycus

BLOOD STATUS: Pure

HOMETOWN: Norwich

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hogwarts

BIOGRAPHY:
Alecto was raised by the help. Both her parents were utterly preoccupied with increasing their wealth and status, establishing the Carrow family name amongst the most noble of elite pureblood houses. The result was a fractured psyche and two children raised with no experience of rules or boundaries.

When she was a child, the staff thought her adorable. They dressed her up prettily and tied her hair into bushy bunches. She allowed this for a time, not because it was acceptable but because she was playing a longer game with them then her brother. He simply became more and more riled and possessive as he watched them handle his other half. When they doted around her she merely stayed very still and completely silent, observing their behaviour with wide innocent eyes. They were all terribly stupid. They spoke in whispers and she gathered their thoughts, that she was the angelic little girl and her twin was her dark opposite. They thought she kept her silence out of fear, of her brother of all people, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. It was her natural demeanour; silent, cruel and deceiving. They never suspected a thing as the little accidents they suffered grew in frequency. When they stepped on their sowing needles, when hot food scolded them, when they locked themselves into dark cupboards and nobody heard their screams - all little accidents. The last thing they ever looked to was the sweet, innocent, quiet little darling watching the incidents with a perfected expression of quiet concern.

This continued until their Hogwarts years, when the façade had to slide a tad. Once the little girl decided she was bored of her trickery, the staff were far worse off. The pair began to club their respective skills to torment the poor house servants within an inch of their life. The manor was a living hell for all of them, but she still remained the perfect little angel whenever her parents were brought into the conflict. It wasn't as though they cared much anyway, the twin's parents were hardly concerned with the upbringing of their children never mind the welfare of their staff. Not to mention the fact that their little girl was such an unlikely villain, and went to great lengths to extend the illusion to her brother also, whom she helped to dress and educated in the study of human emotions. For a pair who could feel little, they were exceptionally brilliant at mimicking it.

Even their campaign of organised chaos grew tiresome after a while. When she was ten years old she began her experiments. The thing that interested her most of all was how long a creature could survive extreme pain without falling to madness, or death. Rats, cats, dogs .. chlidren. Alecto moved slowly up the ladder, noting results in her log book. It's cover was a children's fairytale collection, but she had burnt the pages of twee stories and bound in fresh parchment for her notes. Whenever she conducted one of her tests, she recorded the results here for comparison. By the time they left for Hogwarts she had some useful results, she could estimate given an individual’s size and intelligence

At Hogwarts, Alecto retained her creepily quiet demeanour and found the experience daunting. Without her twin, she may have failed. Attending classes taught by inferior professors, mingling socially and joining the socio-political hierarchy of the school. Alecto was incredibly intelligent and adaptable, but she was severely lacking in the social skills required for this environment. She had no interest in making friends, she was in fact incapable of it, but she knew it was imperative that she find herself a place in amongst Slytherin house. If they were to continue with the activities they had come accustomed to, they needed allies. At least, they needed some grounding so as not to attract suspicious attention. Rather than kill everyone, which would have been far less soul destroying, she sought out the social aristocracy of Slytherin house and made false friends out of them. It wasn’t difficult giving their growing status, and she and her twin realised they had some grounding of common interest amongst the snakes of Hogwarts. Plus it quickly became apparent that in this house, in those crowds, that nobody really liked each other anyway. It was perfect for her, and whilst her brother may not have had the patience to maintain these empty relationships, she had become an expert in the art.

So, Alecto established herself in the correct circles but it was still a struggle to conduct their experiments under the watchful eye of the ageing headmaster. He was the epitome of everything she disliked about blood traitors. A formidably powerful wizard, held back by feelings, emotions and morality - wasting his time protecting a lesser species and the weak who could not defend themselves. The weak were meant to die, that was the natural order of things, that was nature itself. When whispers began of a movement by those who felt most strongly about this, those who wanted to protect their bloodlines with their life, those who wanted to put lesser creatures in their place, Alecto listened closely.

The idea of serving beneath someone did not bode well with her, but from what she had heard of the Dark Lord, even she and her brother were beneath him. Everyone, in fact. She had to meet this man. If any ounce of what she had heard was true, she would gladly put her mind and body to use for his cause. Plus, the idea of being part of a new world with infinite victims for them to play with no consequence for their actions gave her the closest she would probably get to excitement. Her brother needed some convincing however, and that was what brought them to sample life amongst the Death Eaters.





SAMPLE POST:
The walls closed in quickly and cold crept into her cell, they were doing their rounds again. Hugging her knees to her chest, Alecto sat rocking in the corner of her Azkaban cell, wide eyes staring at the door. She knew what was coming. Suddenly her mind shot with memories. She saw her mother in a bed of blood, Alecto’s own birth. She watched frozen as she saw herself born, the tiny hand of another gripping her ankle as her brother held her even then. Most people came into this world alone, not them.

Now twelve years old, Alecto sat very still, cross legged in her garden. It was summer time, a warm breeze caressed her. The grass was ever so slightly damp from seasonal British rain. She was dressed in a floaty white dress with frilly socks and dainty dolly shoes. They had gushed as they finished dressing her, until the fire started. Alecto had escaped the house not caring if the flames consumed everything. Her twin was in his shed, experimenting, nothing in the house was worth her concern.

Remaining incredibly still, Alecto watched the kitten on their wall. It had seen her, and was prowling the surface with incredible agility coming closer to her. Again, she made no move, but kept eye contact with the creature. They could sense all sorts of things she could not. The human body betrayed signs of fear, anger, malicious intent. Alecto had started to master her body at this tender age. The cat certainly had no idea what it was in for, as it hopped off the wall and approached her with equally innocent eyes. She stroked its head, brushing her hand all the way across its body to its tail, which she grabbed rather forcefully and pulled so that the creature dangled unceremoniously from it.

Alecto studied the fear in its eyes carefully as it scratched and writhed in her grip. "Run," she advised, barely a whisper. As she dropped the creature it landed on its feet and quickly accepted her advise. Before it had even decided where it would run, Alecto shot a dangerous blast of unforgivable pain. Crucio left her lips and her wide eyes sparkled with wonder as the creature shrieked and writhed in anguish. The girl held the spell in bursts of agony, examining the creature's emotional state at each interval. When it had completely given up on thoughts of escape, she continued until its tiny heart failed and life left the kitten. Alecto consulted a charmed antique pocket watch and pencilled in a note into her jotter detailing her experiment. She then scooped the creature up, petting it softly and looking the picture of innocence as she carried its lifeless body to her father's shed, where her other half awaited a body for his own experimentation.

Suddenly her mind was pulled to another time, she was 16, it was summertime again. She was leaning against the wall of a back alley around the back of a row of houses in the village near her home. Anxiety filled her without her twin. A boy turned down the path, a muggle. Alecto's expression did not change as he approached her, she merely watched with wide eyes as he offered her a cigarette and smiled crookedly. He spoke, but she wasn't listening, only watching his movements intensely. He placed a hand on her cheek and in a flash she grabbed his arm and apparated them back to the gardens of her manor. Much like the dangling kitten, Alecto turned his world upside down with that one instance of magic. Her experiment was similar, but this was her first grown boy and he surpassed every one of her previous subjects in his capacity for pain. She congratulated him, before the life left his eyes, and levitated his body onto her brother's work table, ready for inspection.

A thousand other memories filled her mind growing in intensity until the moment they heard the news that Voldemort had fallen. The incident replayed in her head endlessly until she felt her mind fracturing. In that split second, she had felt something she never knew she could, fear. It was justified as her wildest nightmares came true, she and her twin were thrown into separate Azkaban cells and every day she would be doomed to relieve every moment of the path which took her there. It was her hell.

But that day, something different happened. The smoky haze of her confusion cleared, the empty presence of the dementors left her mind, and the face she saw at her cell door was not the hollow empty sockets of a soulless deamon, but the unhinged eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange. With one tremendous blast of explosive magic, she was free. Instantly, her only thought was to find the other half of her soul. Through the dark chaos of the Death Eater breakout, Alecto came face to face with Amycus and knew that they would never leave one another again. They came into the world holding one another and would leave that way rather than be separated again. Every single individual who had put a single finger tip of effort into sending them to hell would suffer. If they were dead, well their children would suffer. The whole world would burn for them.

OC:

YOUR NAME: Sarah
RP EXPERIENCE: Plenty!

NOTE: If your Alecto returns, just disregard this and don't feel bad -nods-
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