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“What did he say? He told you that if you killed me, you could join the Death Eaters, didn’t he? Es, don’t listen. Please, let me explain.” Lorenzo spoke in a whisper, with what he felt to be a perverse desire to let his daughter sleep through the drama below. He knew that Esmerelda would never...

"What truth?" Lorenzo was getting worried now, but he figured that playing innocent was the best way to go. After all, it could not be what he thought it was. It could be something simple and harmless that she was talking about. But deep inside, he knew it wasn't. His wife was upset. She was...

Lorenzo Lazuli (who for the purposes of this Role Play will function as a figment of his widow's imagination) turned off the shower, put his unassuming black robes on again, and padded on silent feet along the upstairs corridor. He was finally home again, and it felt wonderful. Lorenzo slid...

Lorenzo Lazuli The Basics Character's Name: Lorenzo Lazuli Character's Birthdate: 1990 Area of Origin: Born in London, lived in Dunedin. Appearance Hair: Black, generally tousled. Eyes: Deep blue, the colour of lapis lazuli Height: Tall Other Distinguishing Features: Dark mark and the scars...

Lorenzo Lazuli finally caught sight of his widow, and hurried towards her. He knew he shouldn't, really, but teasing her was the only fun he could get in the afterlife. Except for those moments snatched with his daughter Lapis, and they were too few and far between, with her at Hogwarts...

So, I made Lorenzo as a ghost, to interact with his wife and daughter. I got lots of awkward fun out of that, which is still going on, but I don't really have anything else to do with him. Quite frankly, Lorenzo is bored. He's an awesome character, and it seems like a waste to only ever play...

Twooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Sorry.

Lorenzo stood in the hallway of the otherwise empty house that he had once called his own. He gazed through the window set into the front door, watching, waiting. The ghost was excited for this, as much as he could get excited these days. He would finally get to see his daughter, for the first...

Lorenzo looked on as Esmerelda ranted. He wanted so much to forgive her, to comfort her, to let everything go back to the way it had been. But four years and his own death had made that impossible, and now his widow would just have to live with the consequences. "Yes," he said quietly...

Lorenzo was reclining on Esmerelda's favourite armchair; plump green velvet. He looked totally at home and so he should be. After all, this was his home. Once. Now it felt desolate to him: he couldn't get over all that had happened in this very room. The ghost had indeed noticed Esmerelda's...

"Yes, Esmerelda I'm sorry too." Lorenzo remained outwardly unruffled, enjoying Esmerelda's stunned reaction. He realised that it was true, what he'd said about being sorry. He honestly regretted the decision he had made four years ago, to gradually withdraw from the Dark Side without telling...

Lorenzo gave a genuine smile at his widow's expression. Her face had gone almost as pale as his, though without the added transparency. "Esmerelda, darling. Surprised to see me? I have good reason to come back, you know. I wanted to see how you and Lapis were getting on." The woman was still...

It was raining; that oppressive drizzle that leaves you sodden but gives none of the cooling relief of real rain. Lorenzo did not feel it. He could never feel the weather now. The ghost looked up at the sullen grey sky, standing before the house where he once lived. The building was darkened, as...