Caspar Fawley

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Death Eater

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Name of Character: Caspar Cato Fawley
Age and Birthday: 42 and May 13th, 1956
Appearance: Caspar has dark brown hair, enough that it appears to be black. His eyes remain the same dark brown they have been since his childhood. He is a well-groomed man, always dressed elegantly and exudes an heir of fine bearing mixed with confidence. He bears the dark mark on his forearm, something which he covers up in public unwillingly with the use of sleeves and concealment charms. A few scars remain on his back from his childhood, wounds that never healed after several lashings.

Job and Title: Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, Unspeakable. (Also, he's meant to be a member of the Wizengamot.)

Why they would be a Death Eater? Caspar was raised to believe that purebloods are better than all the rest. He believed this, as children believe everything they are told by their parents, up until the time when his sister was murdered. After that, it was no longer just about whether muggles were beneath wizards or not. For him, it became a matter of revenge. With his eldest brother already an original member of the Death Eaters, it was not difficult for him to join the cause as well. He has now fought in both wizarding wars and is not willing to give up the fight.

Background of the character: Born on May 13th, 1955, he was the seventh child out of nine children borne by Christabella Mallyn Fawley, née Rosier, worker for the Wizengamot Administration Services before she retired from her job at the age of 40 and became a full-time housewife. He was the fourth son of Cato Eamon Fawley, a respected Auror and later on member of the Wizengamot. The Fawley family had an outside appearance as a very normal family; two loving parents and their children. Masks were always worn by the two parents when out in public, but the masks disappeared once they returned home. The crinkles that would appear around the corners of their eyes when they smiled were replaced with creased brows and narrowed gazes. As the masks disappeared, so did the illusion that Caspar would briefly experience when out in public with his parents.

By the time of his birth, the two parents had already lost one son, the twin of their second son, Silas. Aldrain had been the weaker twin, the one that was more susceptible to illness. It did not have a big effect on the family, considering the child hadn’t even been living with them at the time of his death. The parents had chosen to send him away when he was but a babe to live with a distant relative that was without children, Andreus’ Aunt Cornelia. Among the family, the rumor quickly spread that the old woman, who had not liked children, had something to do with the early death of the child. Whether this was true or not was something that would never be known, as the death was ruled an accident – Aldrain had fallen from the third floor balcony. And so the child died at the age of seven, just a year before Caspar was born. Caspar grew up never hearing a word spoken about his deceased elder brother, though the boy’s portrait still remained attached to the family tree.

As a child, Caspar was taught that the two most important facts to remember about being a Fawley were as follows: one, emotions are weakness and two, fate lies. You did not express true joy when someone gave you a gift, as that would only equip them with means to harm you in the future, and you most certainly never cried. If you did cry, and he did on a few occasions, you would soon find yourself receiving lashes to your backside if Andreus was not feeling the need to use his wand that day instead. Caspar preferred the lashes to the spells that would make him curl into a ball and wish that he could fade into oblivion. The red wounds that would appear from the lashes would heal with a spell from his mother’s wand and if not that, from the bandages that the house elves would apply. But the spells, they cast a pain far greater than any wound ever could. They were implanted onto your very soul and the fear that you would soon be subject to them again never really left you.

Fate was a fickle thing – a liar, cheater, and bringer of death. When Caspar asked his mother why his pet owl had died, his mother told him that fate killed the bird, and when he wondered to his father over why that little boy on the family tree was not living with them, his father said that fate killed him. Fate was the monster that lurked underneath his bed at night when he slept, whispering nightmares full of dark shadows and red-eyed demons into his ear. He learned to despise Fate. Over the years, his hate for it only grew, as it took more and more away from him. Fate was never on his side, was never his friend. In turn, he decided to not be a friend of Fate either. He would do everything in his power, which he would only thirst more for over the years, to destroy Fate. Fate would bow to him one day and then he would be the master.

The question of whether he would enter Hogwarts was never raised in the family home. Other wizarding schools just did not compare with the one that the ancestors of the family had been going to since the very start of it all. It was an outrageous thought, to wonder whether he might have been a squib or not, as some pureblood families wondered of their own children. Had he ever shown the signs – though what signs exactly were unknown to him - of being a squib, his father would have had him dealt with to keep the family name upheld. As it was, Caspar displayed magical abilities at the age of six years old when he made his oldest brother’s favorite writing quill vanish after the newly turned seventeen year old wizard had refused to allow him to borrow it. He entered Hogwarts at the age of eleven, just as all young wizards and witches do, joining his sister, Cicelie, as a member of Slytherin house. The only other sibling of his at the time in school was his sister, Helena, the light of the family.

Like his brothers, he found a place for himself among a circle of other young boys like himself, meaning other purebloods that came from families bearing great reputations. Though he had graduated from the school by the time Caspar took his first steps inside the castle, the name of Tom Riddle was still spoken among the inner circles of families. He had been proud to say that his eldest brother was a ‘friend’ or Riddle’s. This allowed him, along with others who had elder brothers in the good graces of this famed Tom Riddle (or Lord Voldemort, as they learned he preferred to be called), to rise to a position above the rest. They were closer to the man that was seen as a great leader, a man that preached ideals that captured and seduced the young minds.

During the summer after his second year of school, Caspar went on a trip with Helena to visit their mother’s great-aunt, who lived hidden away in muggle London. At the time, Helena was sixteen and he was just barely two months past his thirteenth birthday. The woman lived past a decrepit neighborhood, in a house that was side by side all the others lined up in a row. Both siblings agreed with one another as they walked along the sidewalk that they would not like to live in a home that was right next to another. Having a lawn to run about on and ride your broomstick (Caspar said this) and grow a garden (this was Helena) was something that would be too hard to give up once you had it. Only two blocks more to their Great Aunt’s home and the journey down several sidewalks, after they had been dropped off outside the phone box that led to the Ministry by their father, would have been over. Two more blocks and Caspar would not have seen his sister being dragged away by older muggle boys that struck him across the face when he cried out for her or yelled at them to let her go.

Too small and weak in his young body, he was not able to defeat the boys and rescue his sister. When he removed his wand from his pocket, Helena had shouted out a desperate ‘No!’ before one of the boys took the wand from him and cast it aside like a piece of trash. One of the boys dragged him along too, his large, sweaty arm wrapped around Caspar’s head, with his hand covering the young boy’s eyes so that he could not see where he was being led. A cloth replaced the hand as he was shoved roughly to the pavement beneath him. It scratched against his skin, burning it when he threw his hands out below himself to try and lessen the impact from the fall. He could hear his sister whimpering, begging for the boys to ‘let her go’. How desperately he wanted to cover his ears with his hands when she began to scream, but he could not. His hands had been tied behind his back. And so he had to listen to the screams that made him tremble, the snickers from the boys, and the random bird chirping in the distance like the day was normal and his sister was not being tortured by a group of muggle boys.

The screaming turned into gasping at one point and Caspar turned his head towards where he thought the screaming had been coming from, wondering just what was happening now. Why had the screaming stopped? Sirens sounded in the distance and he could hear the footsteps of several feet moving quickly, trying to get away. It was only a few minutes later that he was staring up at a muggle police officer, watching another inspect the motionless body of his sister. Strangled, the muggle man told the other. Dead, the one that had clapped a hand to Caspar’s soldier asked. A nod was his answer. Helena Fawley died that evening, and all Caspar could think afterwards was ‘two blocks more’. She had said so herself, his bright and charming sister, that they only had two blocks more to go.

He returned to school that fall with a hate for muggles that was far deeper than it ever could have grown before the tragic death of his sister occurred. That the muggle boys had been apprehended by muggle police and prosecuted for the crime did not matter. They were still alive and his sister was not. Those filthy muggles had taken her life. He hated them, wished them dead. Eventually, that hate was projected onto the muggleborns of the school. Already, he had seen himself as better than them. Now he had a reason to torture them, which he did through the use of hexes whenever he got the chance. The particular group of four Gryffindor boys, one being a Black, were on the receiving end of several cruel words and hexes from the older boy.

To Professors, he was a charming young man with a particular penchant for Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, while his classmates saw him as a bully. He did not care how they saw him. All he cared for was reeking vengeance upon the muggle and muggleborns alike. To do so, though, he needed to become stronger. He needed power and he would take it through whatever means necessary. Nothing was going to stand in his way. No longer did a faint light shine at the end of the tunnel of darkness for him. His nightmares of dark shadows had come back to consume him and now he was becoming one of those shadows. The light would never shine again. Only darkness would exist for him.

Before he had even graduated, Caspar became a follower of Lord Voldemort. The man had finally returned from his travels and was collecting a group of supporters to help him in his cause against the muggles. It was like home to Caspar, among the group of people that wanted to put muggles in their place, to rule over them as they were meant to. More than that, however, he just wanted to kill them. He held no illusion that Voldemort was a friend or a confidant. The man was a leader and leaders had no friends. That was what he’d been taught. Death Eater; he took up the name alongside his older brother and later his younger brothers as well, once they were old enough to join the ranks.

He was married to his wife, Eleanora Burke, at the age of nineteen, when Eleanora was but seventeen years of age, newly graduated from Hogwarts. Previously, he had known of their engagement while they were both in school, but the Slytherin bully had made no effort to speak to the younger Ravenclaw. Just a year into their marriage, the young couple greeted their first child, a daughter Eleanora named Larissa. Caring for a child, especially a daughter was not something Caspar had time for what with his responsibilities to the Death Eaters and keeping up appearances at work so that they were none the wiser. Three years later, Eleanora gave birth to their first son; to him he gave the name Nolan.

The very same year that Nolan was born, Caspar’s eldest brother died in a fight with Aurors. His death was not in vain, though, other Death Eaters told him, because he had taken down two Aurors before they were able to kill him. Out of his two elder brothers, it had been Artemas that Caspar got along with the best. The death affected him in that it made him even more determined to confront Fate and become its master. After the fall of Voldemort in 1981, he easily faded back in to ‘normal’ life. More time was now allotted for him to spend at home. What little attention he did give to his children was always centered on Nolan, the son that he planned to mold into a man greater than himself.

Two years later, the final child between the couple, Eamon, was born. He was the second son, the one that would forever live in the shadow of his older brother when it came to just who Caspar’s gaze fell upon. While Caspar requested young Nolan’s presence in his office at times, Larissa and Eamon were not allowed entry. He had no problem punishing his children when they misbehaved or did something that was not seen as the correct thing to do. When Nolan cried at the age of six, he struck the boy across his face so hard that he fell to the floor and it left a red mark for three days. He warned him never to cry again. He rarely punished his daughter, as his wife usually liked to be the one that handled that, which he had no qualms with. Taking care of a daughter he would only have to marry off in the future was not something he wanted to do.

Disappointment; that was what he felt when his youngest son was sorted into Hufflepuff. He refused to respond to the letters the boy sent him, but wrote Nolan to tell him not to look out for the disgrace of the family, to let him fend for himself. Of course, his eldest son defied him, and he was punished through the use of the cruciatus curse. Curses and strikes, that was what he handed out to his eldest son most often, sprinkled with little words of advice in the silence every now and then.

He has never attempted to persuade his sons to join the cause of the Dark Lord simply because he does not want them to get in his way. It was not that he would try to protect him that made the idea seem mad – his power meant more to him than them, after all – but that they could possibly interfere with his objective. His only objective, as it has been since the murder of his sister, is to bring vengeance upon the muggles by destroying their race completely.

By nature, Caspar is a cold, ruthless, arrogant, highly intelligent and calculating man. He cares not for the plight of others, only for himself. Caspar does not feel remorse for the lives he has taken or the ones he may have ruined. If it did not directly affect him in some way, it does not matter. He sees outward signs of caring and emotion as a sign of weakness, which is what he was taught by his own father. His harsh actions and unwillingness to serve as a caring father figure have resulted in severe emotional problems in all three of his children, who are all terrified of him, something which he knows and does not see as a bad thing. If they are terrified of him, then they have respect for him, which is all that he really desires from the three.

Parents (dead or alive): Christabella Mallyn Rosier (72, still alive) and Andreus Eryx Fawley (75, alive)
Siblings (dead or alive): Artemas Eamon Fawley (would be 53; Deceased at 34; one of Voldemort’s ‘gang’ in school and original member of the Death Eaters), Silas Ezekial Fawley (51), Aldrain Orion Fawley (Deceased at 7; would have been 51 as he was Silas’ twin), Theodora Cornelia Travers (49), Cicelie Anstis Carrow (47), Helena Lacerta Fawley (Deceased at 16; would have been 45), Erasmus Zachei Fawley (39), Caelum Ambrose Fawley (36), Corvus Oswyn Fawley (32)
Children: Larissa Belvina Nott (20), Nolan Cato Fawley (17), Eamon Phineas Fawley (12)
Souse/boyfriend/girlfriend: Eleanora Fawley (nee Burke) (39)
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