Cole Manick
M.O.B Board Member || Dark Wizard || Owl Master
- Messages
- 19
- OOC First Name
- Bjorn
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- Bisexual
- Wand
- 14" Acacia Wood, with the essence of a Owl Feather
- Age
- 40
There had been half a dozen meetings in the last several days which Cole had been forced to attend; as per his position as the Chief Overseer of the New Zealand branch of the M.O.B. Meetings that drew on until it seemed as though they would never come to an end. People would stand and speak, returning to their seats, only to be passed by another individual who had taken to standing and speaking all the same. Same monotonous tone. Same careless and undeniably manufactured response. The people which had been granted seats on the Manick Owl Battalion Board had just as quickly lost their heart for what they endeavoured to do as they had found it.
Men and women with none more than a desire to remain in a position of seniority so as to continue obtaining the handsome bank check to cover their expensive and luxurious lifestyles. To a man as passionate and genuinely invested as Cole, it did none but make him sick.
He watched on as the last of the speakers had been applauded, returning to their seat and offering a falsified smile to all which had gathered. He hadn't allowed his own eyes to linger on the individual for too much longer, for the sheer satisfaction they seemed to hold for themselves made him want to stand up and throw a fist their way. Before long, the clapping had died down and silence had gripped the room once more.
A tall, white-haired gentleman with a cleanly shaven face stood and moved to the front of the gathered; stopping only once he had reached the end of the table. His eyes were a glowing blue and his lips were pulled into tight, unfaltering sternness. All eyes in the room were on him; even Cole's.
No matter how many years had passed - no matter how much older he had become - his father always commanded the room and respect. Nothing would change that; not even time. Not even the failing effects of age. Klaus Manick owned anything and everyone that surrounded him; so long as he wanted to.
"Before I am to begin on the sheer lack of passion delivered today, I must call a short break." Klaus had begun. "It is for my sake more than any of you. I cannot fathom listening to any more idiocies in the present when I demand defences as to why you deserve your positions on this board. On why you all deserve to continue determining the best course to ensure the safety of the wizarding worlds owl populous. Go. Tend to some tea, chat amongst one another -- I don't care. So long as you are out of my sight until the bell chimes to call you all back to attention once more."
Cole had felt a smile tweaking at his lips as he slid his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, tucking them into his leather jacket's internal breast pocket. His eyes had noted his father gesture him over as the remainder of the room dispersed with quiet mutters being exchanged between them; an essence of fear in their words. Potential dismissal often came as a lot to bear. Particularly for those too old to be hired again.
Standing from his seat, Cole moved to his father. The older man had touched him gently on the arm, gesturing him to follow as his father moved to the window overlooking the sprawling hillside which posed as the view from the boardroom of the New Zealand branch of the M.O.B.
"What is it?" Cole queried, assessing his father.
The older man took to moving a cup of tea which he had gripped between his forefinger and thumb, sipping at it.
"Tobin sent an owl just before the final speaker began their rambling, monotone mess. A Blakiston's Fish Owl has been spotted in a forest nearby. It is reportedly wounded.... Tobin thinks it's a job that only you can see to." his father explained, tending to another mouthful of his tea.
"A Blakiston's Fish Owl? They're the rarest breed in the world.... And.... Not local. Not at all. They're hard enough to find in their homes let alone New Zealand." the confusion in Cole's voice was distinct and obvious; not to mention the underlying concern of what such a creature being in New Zealand might have meant. His mind immediately rushed to the worst case scenario; illegal importing, or worse, an underground fighting pit.
He spent little more time discussing it, let alone pondering it. He extended his hand, taking a small piece of parchment his father had offered out to him. It had inked on it a series of directions as well as the report from Tobin as to make Cole's task at finding the owl all the more viable. Finally, he took off, exiting the boardroom and pushing passed the gathered M.O.B members, before finally, he entered a large fireplace; its design in the shape of an owl with its wings sprawled out and down - touching the floor. The opening between its wings had been where the fireplace had begun and where Cole stood. With a swish of his hand, he clasped some powder and tossed it to the floor before he vanished into a puff of green smoke.
When he had re-appeared, he had been in the deepest part of the forest which he had been directed. His body had appeared inside the hollowed out remains of a dead tree which had been turned into a make-shift fireplace, implemented in secret as a part of the floo network. Dusting himself off of some of the powder and ash, Cole emerged from the exit , his eyes adjusting to the light that burst through the above tree line. All about him he could hear animals crying out, screeching, growling, purring and squeaking. But none of them had been the cry he had been hoping to hear.
Moving through the forest, he allowed himself to move over the terrain; stepping carefully and deliberately.
Every movement had purpose and reason.
Then he saw it. The owl that he had been looking for. It swoomped and shrieked like a mad creature; desperately trying to secure its talons around something below. His eyes narrowed on it, analysing it as if to see if it truly did have any injuries as Tobin had said it had. He noted a deep laceration on its side, and perhaps one of its talons had been missing. He couldn't have been sure - not from such a distance anyhow.
He pulled a hand through his hair, pondering the best approach. He knew how temperamental owls could be. Particularly though who felt as if their lives were in danger. And this one? It most certainly had every reason to feel such a way. Particularly in the state that it was in.
One thing had been for certain, however. To ensure the owl and the creature it had been targeting remained alive - he would have to act quickly and effectively.
Men and women with none more than a desire to remain in a position of seniority so as to continue obtaining the handsome bank check to cover their expensive and luxurious lifestyles. To a man as passionate and genuinely invested as Cole, it did none but make him sick.
He watched on as the last of the speakers had been applauded, returning to their seat and offering a falsified smile to all which had gathered. He hadn't allowed his own eyes to linger on the individual for too much longer, for the sheer satisfaction they seemed to hold for themselves made him want to stand up and throw a fist their way. Before long, the clapping had died down and silence had gripped the room once more.
A tall, white-haired gentleman with a cleanly shaven face stood and moved to the front of the gathered; stopping only once he had reached the end of the table. His eyes were a glowing blue and his lips were pulled into tight, unfaltering sternness. All eyes in the room were on him; even Cole's.
No matter how many years had passed - no matter how much older he had become - his father always commanded the room and respect. Nothing would change that; not even time. Not even the failing effects of age. Klaus Manick owned anything and everyone that surrounded him; so long as he wanted to.
"Before I am to begin on the sheer lack of passion delivered today, I must call a short break." Klaus had begun. "It is for my sake more than any of you. I cannot fathom listening to any more idiocies in the present when I demand defences as to why you deserve your positions on this board. On why you all deserve to continue determining the best course to ensure the safety of the wizarding worlds owl populous. Go. Tend to some tea, chat amongst one another -- I don't care. So long as you are out of my sight until the bell chimes to call you all back to attention once more."
Cole had felt a smile tweaking at his lips as he slid his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, tucking them into his leather jacket's internal breast pocket. His eyes had noted his father gesture him over as the remainder of the room dispersed with quiet mutters being exchanged between them; an essence of fear in their words. Potential dismissal often came as a lot to bear. Particularly for those too old to be hired again.
Standing from his seat, Cole moved to his father. The older man had touched him gently on the arm, gesturing him to follow as his father moved to the window overlooking the sprawling hillside which posed as the view from the boardroom of the New Zealand branch of the M.O.B.
"What is it?" Cole queried, assessing his father.
The older man took to moving a cup of tea which he had gripped between his forefinger and thumb, sipping at it.
"Tobin sent an owl just before the final speaker began their rambling, monotone mess. A Blakiston's Fish Owl has been spotted in a forest nearby. It is reportedly wounded.... Tobin thinks it's a job that only you can see to." his father explained, tending to another mouthful of his tea.
"A Blakiston's Fish Owl? They're the rarest breed in the world.... And.... Not local. Not at all. They're hard enough to find in their homes let alone New Zealand." the confusion in Cole's voice was distinct and obvious; not to mention the underlying concern of what such a creature being in New Zealand might have meant. His mind immediately rushed to the worst case scenario; illegal importing, or worse, an underground fighting pit.
He spent little more time discussing it, let alone pondering it. He extended his hand, taking a small piece of parchment his father had offered out to him. It had inked on it a series of directions as well as the report from Tobin as to make Cole's task at finding the owl all the more viable. Finally, he took off, exiting the boardroom and pushing passed the gathered M.O.B members, before finally, he entered a large fireplace; its design in the shape of an owl with its wings sprawled out and down - touching the floor. The opening between its wings had been where the fireplace had begun and where Cole stood. With a swish of his hand, he clasped some powder and tossed it to the floor before he vanished into a puff of green smoke.
When he had re-appeared, he had been in the deepest part of the forest which he had been directed. His body had appeared inside the hollowed out remains of a dead tree which had been turned into a make-shift fireplace, implemented in secret as a part of the floo network. Dusting himself off of some of the powder and ash, Cole emerged from the exit , his eyes adjusting to the light that burst through the above tree line. All about him he could hear animals crying out, screeching, growling, purring and squeaking. But none of them had been the cry he had been hoping to hear.
Moving through the forest, he allowed himself to move over the terrain; stepping carefully and deliberately.
Every movement had purpose and reason.
Then he saw it. The owl that he had been looking for. It swoomped and shrieked like a mad creature; desperately trying to secure its talons around something below. His eyes narrowed on it, analysing it as if to see if it truly did have any injuries as Tobin had said it had. He noted a deep laceration on its side, and perhaps one of its talons had been missing. He couldn't have been sure - not from such a distance anyhow.
He pulled a hand through his hair, pondering the best approach. He knew how temperamental owls could be. Particularly though who felt as if their lives were in danger. And this one? It most certainly had every reason to feel such a way. Particularly in the state that it was in.
One thing had been for certain, however. To ensure the owl and the creature it had been targeting remained alive - he would have to act quickly and effectively.