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Epiphanes Fox

Department of Mysteries

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a character in “Ministry of Magic - remake”, as played by wednesdaysun

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Full Name
Epiphanes Fox

Nickname(s)
Piff

Age
31

Date of Birth
19 April 1931

Department
Department of Mysteries







Personal information

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Zosimus Fox — Father — Pureblood
Maude M. Graves — Mother — Pureblood
Ligeia Fox — Sister
Hesperus Fox — Brother
Yseult Fox — Daughter
Arabella Jones — Ex-wife — Pureblood

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Jolly, protective, always up for a challenge, forthright, generous
Irreverent, stubborn, proud, foolhardy, cynical

Personality Description
'Ruffian' would probably be the first thing that comes to mind when you stumble across Piff. Though loud, brazen and sometimes unaware of the extent of the mischief he causes, he does make efforts to make amends when he realises he's in the wrong—that is, when he does. For many people bearing the brunt of it, unfortunately, it may not come as quickly (or as amicably) as one would expect. A need to suppress his vulnerability in front of others more often than not has him puffing out his chest trying to save face. This pride lands him in far too many scrapes than necessary. It's even worse so when confronted with enemies, with whom he often enjoys taunting before launching headlong into either fiery spats or full-on punch-ups.

Despite this fiery behaviour, Piff, surprisingly, is often not instigator to much of these spats or punch-ups. He has a strong protective instinct, and quickly moves when he feels any of the people he cares about are in danger or have been slighted—warranted or not. With them, he's always more serious. The eldest of the brood with two younger siblings with significant age gaps and parents off to work, he's used to becoming an acting father and mother of sorts. With an 8-year-old daughter on his shoulders, this tendency only served to increase.

It's with this increase, married with his family's financial situation that drives him to take on the numerous jobs he does with whomever's offering (or whomever he has to badger to get it) in multiple fields, and often doesn't care about his own well-being as long as he's able to fund his way to Christmas spreads at least vaguely reminiscent of the ones in the Great Hall—or, at the very least, better meals everyday instead of tasteless slop. However, his health isn't the only thing sacrificed in the name of providing for family. When it comes to work, his morality's flexible, tenuous, and it allows him to blend in well and adjust to the needs of whomever needs the work done, but it leaves him capable of committing acts that may not be morally upright.


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Likes: Moments when he can have a nice, relaxing smoke, strawberry coconut ice (a favourite of his daughter's; a guilty pleasure of his), jinxes, that Muggle named Elvis Presley and his music, broomstick rides in the country, smiles on his family's faces, firewhisky, being proven right, physical fights, duelling
Dislikes: Not being in control of what's being revealed about him, gossipmongers, any harm coming to his daughter, self-righteous pureblood families, nosy people, smug Goody-Two-Shoes, reading long texts, being accused of things he didn't do, sermons
Secrets: He's worked as a lackey for two Dark wizards when he was younger, having been passed on from one to another after the first's death, and was unwillingly taken in as an apprentice of sorts for a year and a half until the second's imprisonment in Azkaban. It was, however, borne out of financial necessity. He's afraid that if he comes clean about this during this stint in the Ministry, it could spell the end of a good job with potentially secure tenure.

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Wand: 13" alder wood (unyielding), faerie wing/thestral hair core blend
Patronus: Badger
Boggart: Losing his daughter's respect
Occupation or What they did Before Recruitment: Of late, barkeeper and potioneer
Pets: A magpie named Wendelin
Magical Strengths: Dark Magic, potion-making, transfiguration, (some) charms, occlumency
Magical Weaknesses: Arithmancy, legilimency, divination


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The name Fox was of a proud, well-respected, and old wizarding family stretching as far back as the 11th century, once known for their expertise in dragon breeding and, after the Warlocks’ Convention of 1709, potionmaking and spell inventing. Records had shown that wizards as far as China came to learn or trade with them.

Of course, that was of no consequence to Piff. With great families come equally great squabbles. By the mid-19th century, so great were the rifts in the family that whatever considerable amount of wealth the family had possessed was either unequally distributed or didn’t even reach certain branches of the family. So, instead of a castle or a large estate, Epiphanes Fox, one of a long line of successful tradesmen, was born into a low income family. The wealth and the impact of name recall were gone long before he came.

His parents strove to make themselves fairly decent despite their circumstances. The Keep, their family home situated some distance from Ilkley in a small wizard hamlet, was always clean and quaintly furnished, and Zosimus and Maude were always well-dressed, albeit in homemade garb. However, this didn’t seem to rub off on young Piff, who was always out gallivanting with the hamlet’s tearaways. Progress was slow as far as manners were concerned but he had flourished with the lessons he’d had at home, showing an early brilliance with magic. His subsequent acceptance into Hogwarts and years in schooling had been a breeze of Os and Es, although the distraction of the Muggle war had made it rather difficult to study for his O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. Despite doing well for himself, however, he didn’t really take putting himself on the job market too seriously. He did have several but whatever was left of his wages after putting into his family’s account he used for merrymaking, and would’ve continued to do so if he hadn’t later fallen in love with and married Arabella Jones in secret.

Unfortunately, upon finding out about the union, her parents, rich and powerful purebloods, attempted to separate them. These attempts became much more subtle with the impending arrival of little Yseult and started anew early into her toddler years. With mounting pressure from her parents, Arabella gave in and divorced him. The child was left with him for reasons her maternal grandparents gave that still make him sick to the stomach, although they did continually give her generous stipends to secure a comfortable life for her. (He has these stowed away safely in an account until she reaches school age.)

Stubborn as he is, he was determined to prove them wrong about him. He started to clean up and take more serious lines of work into his mid-to-late twenties in the hope that he could be able to rub in their faces the fact that a ‘pathetic, dirt-poor pureblood’ like him could have upward mobility even without the means or connections and support a child. With this appointment to the Ministry, he thinks he has a fair chance of that happening soon.

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ImageOOC
Face Claim: Sam Riley
Theme: Figure it Out || Royal Blood
Portrayed by: wednesdaysun
Dialogue Color: #4c374d

So begins...

Epiphanes Fox's Story

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Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Epiphanes Fox Character Portrait: Misha Vasiliev
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"Dad. Daddy. Dad."

Young Yseult let out a groan of displeasure and shook her sleeping father for tenth time that morning. She'd tried everything she could possibly think of: pulling at his outstretched gangling limbs (two of which were dangling off the bed), jumping on the bed, shaking him awake as hard as she could. Her head jolted up at the first sign of his awakening.

'Sweetness,' Piff croaked, 'can't you see Daddy has very, very important business involving... this lovely bed here?'
She crossed her arms and sat on the edge of the bed. 'What's the reason you wanted to take the job?'
'The pay?'
'No, the other one.'
'Your bloody grandparents.' Though the thought of having to prove himself to unpleasant creatures as they were was tiring to say the least, that didn't stop him from smiling at her in amusement. There was always the consolation of his shrewd, witty daughter. With one great stretch, he opened his eyes and resettled on the bed. 'Come on, then. Give us a morning kiss.'
'No. Go have a wash and go.' No movement still, only a mischievous smirk spread over his features. 'You'll be late!'
'I'm going, I'm going.' He propped himself on the bed, kissed the top of her forehead, and left the room to prepare, but not before muttering something to the end, 'Yes Mother,' as he went down the cramped hallway.

For all his bravado, he couldn't help but feel the minutest bit anxious about today's swearing in or whatever formality they had in place. Having taken so many comparably less important jobs in the past, becoming an Unspeakable was almost surreal. Having to pick out his best suit (of which he had a multitudinous two) and robes (of which he had an even more multitudinous one) for the day was surreal. Having to face his parents' warm congratulations, his sister's quips about him finally looking less like a transient wizard and his brother's aloof felicitations—all the day before—was surreal. Having to remember to register this new settlement nestled in Muggle territory to the Floo Network was surreal.
He still reeled from it all and all he wanted now was to have a nice, hot coffee and a smoke.

The latter he was able to satisfy with a quick trip to what he believed Muggles called 'the newsagent's'. To avoid sticking out like a sore thumb amongst Muggles, however, he stowed his robes away in his coin pouch until he had use for them later. They had tobacco and some pleasant food and drink items, to be sure, but he sorely wondered how any Muggle had any patience to read what was essentially the equivalent of sitting through one of Professor Binns's lessons.
As he paid for his cigarettes with a Muggle 'tenner', earning him a strange look from the man at the till, he idly scanned the headlines and dull cover photos lining the walls and piled up at the sides of the small shop.
'How do any of you manage?'
'Pardon?'
Piff's mouth bobbed open for a moment as he realised he'd said that out loud before he quickly reached for the first newspaper he could find. 'With this, ah—' He quickly scrambled to find anything of note on the front page. 'Cab-i-net reshuffle.' He cleared his throat. 'Cabinet reshuffle. Can't imagine this business with Macmillan's very good.'
'No, it can't.' The shopkeeper was still eyeing him quizzically, but continued to get Piff's change nonetheless. 'Change's 9.75, sir. Have a good day.'
Piff flashed him a brief smile and quickly left the shop to find the nearest alleyway to hide. He had had a close shave with this Muggle; he couldn't afford even more trouble Apparating in full view.

The Apparation threw him a bit too far from the Ministry, but fortunately somewhere hidden. He half-walked and half-ran the distance to the Ministry exit, donning his dark teal robes as he hurried into the atrium. He bumped into several witches and a displeased goblin who he swore hissed at him as he sped past and into the elevator.
Many others were now gathered at the agreed meeting place. Several of them had already started on the considerable spread.
'Merlin's beard,' he muttered and joined them. 'Morning,'
After stuffing a pasty in his mouth and stowing a few coconut ices wrapped delicately in tissue paper away in his coin purse, he quickly made for his seat with a cup of coffee threatening to spill over the edge if he wasn't careful.

Setting

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Character Portrait: Humphrey Caractacus Burke Character Portrait: Alex Gallagher Character Portrait: Michael Nott Character Portrait: Ophelia Katō Character Portrait: Robin Lowe Character Portrait: Epiphanes Fox
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| Location: Level 2, Head of MLE Office - Ministry level 8 | #8a3f21 | Beast Division |



Lexa slumped down into the chair across from her sisters desk trying to stifle a yawn but failing in the end. From behind Susan, Lexa's identical twin, walked in holding two piping hot coffees in styrofoam cups. "So I hear you took up that offer in the beast division?" Susan placed one of the cups in front of Lexa and she accepted it as if it was the only thing keeping her alive, taking a sip and wincing when she burns the tip of her tongue. "Always so impatient, have you forgotten that coffee is hot?" Her sister asked with sarcasm present in her words and a grin upon her lips as she takes a sip of her own coffee.

Lexa rolled her eyes and blew the top of the coffee this time before taking another sip with no casualties. "Haha, very funny Suzy." there was a pause as Lexa pondered a thought. "Yeah, I think it's time to get back out there. Try something new and something I like." Lexa finished with another sip of her coffee and Susan nodded agreeingly. "And Gemma? How's my only niece doing?" The other sister asked once again, taking a seat in her chair and looking through a pile of papers that sat on the edge of her desk. Leaning back in her chair, Lexa kicked her feet up onto the edge of her sisters desk while resting her hands behind her head. "She's brilliant! I had her sleeping over for the last three days and took her back this morning. She's growing up fast Suzy." Lexa smiled, proud of her daughter. "As they do," Susan replied smiling back at her sister briefly before returning to the papers in front of her, signing away like there was no tomorrow. "I'll pass by mothers later and see her. She still likes strawberry cupcakes?" Susan couldn't help but to smile down at her papers when the two both said strawberry cupcakes in union. "Yeah," Lexa chuckled, she still loves em."

A minute went by in silence as the two enjoyed each others company, Susan scribbling away on parchment and Lexa sipping her coffee and staring up at the ceiling spotting all the little imperfections that she hadn't noticed before. "Hey, Xandra?" Susan raised her head from her papers, taking a peek over at the magical wall clock that ticked away with no electricity whatsoever. "Yeah,?" Eyes still stuck on the ceiling. "Shouldn't you be on the eight level by now?" Alex looked at her sister for a second. It was like looking into a mirror, a mirror that had her reflection but with short hair color blonde. It only took a second for realization to dawn on her before her eyes moved towards the clock. "Bloody hell, I almost forgot." In a swift move Lexa jumped to her feet, boots hitting the ground with a slight thud.

Her hand reached down instinctively in order to feel for her wand just to make sure it was there, an old habit of hers. Once she felt the handle Lexa quickly learned over the desk and pecked her sister on the cheek, grabbed her coffee and was headed out of the office within seconds shouting a "See you later" over her shoulder. Now out and about in the Auror department Lexa couldn't help but to greet old comrades of hers. I mean they were still her friends and it wouldn't be cool if she just sped walked right by them without saying much, although, most of them already knew her so they knew how she was like. Before reaching the elevator there were a few times where she almost ran into a witch here or wizard there threatening to spill her coffee but she protected it with her life and once she got into the elevator she was able to take a few more well deserved sips in peace.

Upon reaching the eighth floor Lexa adjusted her light weight, black dragon-hide robe that she kept open in the front looking more like a coat that anything. Another Auror habit she hasn't broke yet, most didn't wear robes but what they could run and fight in. Spotting a table filled with food that instantly became her first destination. She plucked a blueberry muffin off the table and with her half empty cup of coffee Lexa sat herself in an empty seat, not noticing that she had plopped herself down next to a brunette wearing a beautiful green robe as she bite into the side of the muffin.