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Bothizar, with the only one that he cared about in his life, stood at the front door of where Azazel was staying. He wanted to see if the rumors were true. Did Azazel, a previous Head of the family, have twins? Did he have children with his age going into the hundreds? Bothizar heard about the...

True, it likely will not be feeling anything for too long. Emilee will likely place it in a potion for later usage. Bothizar was talented at potions, but Emilee had a real gift for it. But when she told him about the crab bit, he gave a curt nod. It was amazing on how some animals had to be...

Bothizar placed his weapon in his back pocket, while he shoved his hands into the front. He did not expect Emilee to look as good as she did, but he was still very much taller than her. Then again, he was not surprised by that fact. Instead, he used it against others in every way possible. He...

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Bothizar Styx could say that he was feeling somewhat excited to be coming outside here. Truth be told, he hated going outside. It was vile, warm and things lived out there. He loved to make them suffer though. He longed to shoot something within the head, see how long it took to kill it. It...

Bothizar was about to answer Avie, when his mind just blanked. Could he really not connect between why he could not be part-tree and pureblood? Wait, no one could even be part-tree either way. Bothizar placed his palm over his forehead, and decided that Avie really needed to learn what it meant...

A loud yell made Bothizar flinch slightly, his reaction by clasping his hands together and driving the splinters even further into his hand. He hissed from the pain, but in his mind, he was laughing and smiling. The pain was a very good distraction from what was really bothering him. However, he...

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Bothizar was not in the least bit surprised when the boy seemed as dense as Lucien first said. Avie would really come in handy, and provide much entertainment. Everything was as good as he pictured. Perhaps Bothizar could also find some use for him at the same time. However, that thought faded...

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Bothizar decided that he needed to get up and get some thing done when it comes down to his slingshot. He needed to get some rocks for it, and it seemed like all of these were not fitting the picture. However, his eyes loomed over to that boy once more, to see that the boy waved and smiled. And...

Here's Bothizar x Avie: http://hogwarts.nz/topic/11134234/1/ I implied the meeting, a little bit, since I can't seem to connect in this psycho's head at the moment....

The one thing that Bothizar did not know was whether or not he would ever get bored of shooting with his slingshot. His father managed to steal another one from his dorm when he left it on the table by the bed. Granted, he might have been shooting some first years with it, but it was still fun...

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The fair had absolutely no interest to Bothizar Styx, but somehow, the dark second year made his way through the crowd. This was all for electives, and since he already knew what he wanted to take, he was wasting time here if he went to the booths. Instead, his silvery eyes found his father...

Bothizar continued his little rampage on the birds to further his venting of his frustrations. He had quite a bit after all. His father was a real hard ass on him and he couldn't help but wonder why he was here and not home schooled. He could do so much more at his home. But apparently he needed...

Very cold, yet frightening laughter could be heard from an eleven-year-old as he shot little pebbles toward flying birds in the sky with his hand made slingshot. Bothizar Styx was a Slytherin with a cruel, mean streak when he wanted to express it. Bothizar smirked as he managed to hit a bird's...

"The law of the jungle he obeys... craving for the danger to even out the scores..." On through the night he rides, on his raging horse made of steel Let your voice speak for the revolution [text] People in RP: Title AboutPeople in RP: Title About </FONT></SIZE>Nothing can save you now...

"No chance to get away... no time for your last prayer..." When the prowler sneaks up from behind Let's spread the word of the sole survivors with metal pounding inside their souls Parents [mother] Nicolette Arin Hensel-Styx [born/death] Feburary 2nd, 1973 [blood status] Pure-blood...