- Messages
- 1,650
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Ebony 17" Core of Crow's Feathers and Poplar 16 1/2" Core of Basilisk's Fang
- Age
- October 31st, 1949
There was a meeting to be held at the Snow Manor, a remote area that basically only those that the Snow's had revealed, and it was a pleasant place to call a meeting for the death of an Auror. Asparuh stood in a rather large room, perhaps what the owner of the manor called the Meeting Room. It was much different that what he had at his own manor. The room was large, without windows, and had many couches and armchairs for those about to gather around. This needed careful planning, and the only Death Eater in his own family able to attend was his son Axel. He was specialized in the Auror deaths, but maybe there would be others around willing to take care of the man than Axel. Asparuh would not be attending the actual death, and will not be the cause of it. However, with as much experience behind him since the early 1970s, Asparuh would have some clever ideas on how to approach this situation at hand with precision and success.
The fireplace was lit, the light of the fire danced upon his thin, firm features. His face was emotionless, and it appears that, other than the owners of the Snow's Manor, he was the first to arrive. Asparuh had claimed a spot in an armchair close to the fire, his black robes embraced his large body, and he stared forward without a single emotion upon his eyes. Asparuh had not had a pleasant week, and planning someone's death would give him great pleasure of mind. Asparuh folded his arms across his chest, and he sat patiently. This family, it was odd but it was a blessing that Asparuh was even in their home. It was not often someone would see Asparuh inside of a person's home that was not blood related to him. Though through marriage, Asparuh had to be here to check up on some things as well. After all, having control over certain people was in fact a tiring job.
Asparuh's cold, lingering gaze landed on Alphonse, whom still had some bruises and such from Asparuh in the past, but it was hard to tell unless that said person was around when Asparuh did almost kill him. Asparuh inquired harshly, "When will the others' arrive?" Asparuh had years to have his patience grow, but after waiting for so long, one can only hold up. Asparuh needed not to use his Legilimency ability to speak to Alphonse. There was probably more in his mind than Asparuh needed to see, especially if it concerned his daughter Nataliia Snow. There was no telling what he was thinking of her, or else Asparuh would end up infuriated and probably killing the man this time. Asparuh blamed everything upon Alphonse, and even Arnost for setting those two up to begin with. Asparuh fell silent once more, and he waited for the others to show up.
OOC: This is an Admin approved plot, the roleplayers have been listed, and if you are not apart of this plot, then you will not post here. You may read it, but you can not post in it.
The fireplace was lit, the light of the fire danced upon his thin, firm features. His face was emotionless, and it appears that, other than the owners of the Snow's Manor, he was the first to arrive. Asparuh had claimed a spot in an armchair close to the fire, his black robes embraced his large body, and he stared forward without a single emotion upon his eyes. Asparuh had not had a pleasant week, and planning someone's death would give him great pleasure of mind. Asparuh folded his arms across his chest, and he sat patiently. This family, it was odd but it was a blessing that Asparuh was even in their home. It was not often someone would see Asparuh inside of a person's home that was not blood related to him. Though through marriage, Asparuh had to be here to check up on some things as well. After all, having control over certain people was in fact a tiring job.
Asparuh's cold, lingering gaze landed on Alphonse, whom still had some bruises and such from Asparuh in the past, but it was hard to tell unless that said person was around when Asparuh did almost kill him. Asparuh inquired harshly, "When will the others' arrive?" Asparuh had years to have his patience grow, but after waiting for so long, one can only hold up. Asparuh needed not to use his Legilimency ability to speak to Alphonse. There was probably more in his mind than Asparuh needed to see, especially if it concerned his daughter Nataliia Snow. There was no telling what he was thinking of her, or else Asparuh would end up infuriated and probably killing the man this time. Asparuh blamed everything upon Alphonse, and even Arnost for setting those two up to begin with. Asparuh fell silent once more, and he waited for the others to show up.
OOC: This is an Admin approved plot, the roleplayers have been listed, and if you are not apart of this plot, then you will not post here. You may read it, but you can not post in it.