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- OOC First Name
- Liam
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Olive Wood 15" Core of Aethonan Feather
- Age
- 30 (07/2007)
The nightmare was always the same. Paralyzed, naked, cold.
An unending stream of darkness swept over him, striking his defenses, destroying his body in a torrent of unyielding, rapacious evil. It was choking him even as he fought it will all of his power, its dark intentions barely slowed by his will. It laughed at his efforts. Invisible hands seized him, wrapped around his neck, trying to asphyxiate him. A rough voice whispered.
Cut off a limb, and two more shall take its place.
Eyes snapped open in the dimly lit cabin. A sudden change in the motion of the sailboat startled Minoas out of his abysmal nightmare. His body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around his limbs, as he must have been thrashing in his sleep. His heart was still pounding against his chest as he left his bed, stumbling to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Beneath his grey eyes, dark circles had beginning to form, a token of his sleepless nights. He stepped back into his room, snapping his fingers, flames danced on the few candles he had to reveal the total mess going on his desk. Rolls of parchments were disoderly piled, a huge world map was unfolded with notes and symbols scribbled on it and an empty firewhiskey bottle were the remains of his long, sleepless night. It must have been late afternoon, judging from the light filtered through the portholes' blinds and he had a ton of chores to do. He dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants while the remnants of his nightmare still clung to his mind, haunting him. Lastly, he picked up his wand from the desk and climbed the stairs to the deck.
Any residue of his nightmare vanished from his mind with the first caress of the sun on his face. He walked across the deck, feeling the pleasant warmth of the wooden floor underneath his bare feet. A gentle breeze made the halyard shackles clank against the sailboat's masts with a soothing chime as Minoas reached the stern of the three-master, to get a nice view of the Obsidian Harbor and the cobbled street lined with shops stretching along the shoreline. Minoas had anchored the sailboat at the Obsidian Harbor two days ago but he hadn't set a foot on the harbor yet. He had named the vessel the Sea Nymph, as it was inscribed on the flat transom stern facing the street, inspired by the maiden figurehead at the bow.
The sun was bright and Minoas squinted as he skimmed the shops. A grin crept onto his lips as fond memories flooded back. It had been something more than ten years since the last time he had been there. Not much seemed to have changed. The sound of merchants’ hawking and craftsmen closing up their shops, were indicators of the end to a busy market day. Above the noises, evergreens coated the cove’s steep hillsides, their tips soaring higher. Minoas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Why he was there after so many years away? There was virtually nothing for him in New Zealand. He had a second chance and start his life over but he had no idea what to do with all this freedom he suddenly had. He leaned against the gunwale with his gaze lost somewhere in the distance while thinking of his student years at Hogwarts and all the loving moments he had at this harbor in the past.
An unending stream of darkness swept over him, striking his defenses, destroying his body in a torrent of unyielding, rapacious evil. It was choking him even as he fought it will all of his power, its dark intentions barely slowed by his will. It laughed at his efforts. Invisible hands seized him, wrapped around his neck, trying to asphyxiate him. A rough voice whispered.
Cut off a limb, and two more shall take its place.
Eyes snapped open in the dimly lit cabin. A sudden change in the motion of the sailboat startled Minoas out of his abysmal nightmare. His body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around his limbs, as he must have been thrashing in his sleep. His heart was still pounding against his chest as he left his bed, stumbling to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Beneath his grey eyes, dark circles had beginning to form, a token of his sleepless nights. He stepped back into his room, snapping his fingers, flames danced on the few candles he had to reveal the total mess going on his desk. Rolls of parchments were disoderly piled, a huge world map was unfolded with notes and symbols scribbled on it and an empty firewhiskey bottle were the remains of his long, sleepless night. It must have been late afternoon, judging from the light filtered through the portholes' blinds and he had a ton of chores to do. He dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants while the remnants of his nightmare still clung to his mind, haunting him. Lastly, he picked up his wand from the desk and climbed the stairs to the deck.
Any residue of his nightmare vanished from his mind with the first caress of the sun on his face. He walked across the deck, feeling the pleasant warmth of the wooden floor underneath his bare feet. A gentle breeze made the halyard shackles clank against the sailboat's masts with a soothing chime as Minoas reached the stern of the three-master, to get a nice view of the Obsidian Harbor and the cobbled street lined with shops stretching along the shoreline. Minoas had anchored the sailboat at the Obsidian Harbor two days ago but he hadn't set a foot on the harbor yet. He had named the vessel the Sea Nymph, as it was inscribed on the flat transom stern facing the street, inspired by the maiden figurehead at the bow.
The sun was bright and Minoas squinted as he skimmed the shops. A grin crept onto his lips as fond memories flooded back. It had been something more than ten years since the last time he had been there. Not much seemed to have changed. The sound of merchants’ hawking and craftsmen closing up their shops, were indicators of the end to a busy market day. Above the noises, evergreens coated the cove’s steep hillsides, their tips soaring higher. Minoas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Why he was there after so many years away? There was virtually nothing for him in New Zealand. He had a second chance and start his life over but he had no idea what to do with all this freedom he suddenly had. He leaned against the gunwale with his gaze lost somewhere in the distance while thinking of his student years at Hogwarts and all the loving moments he had at this harbor in the past.