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Donovan "The Ripper" Grimm

"Mercy?? Now why in the world would I give you that luxury?"

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a character in “Nox // Lumos”, originally authored by mjolnir, as played by RolePlayGateway

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H E I G H T
6' 3"

W E I G H T
180 lbs

E Y E - C O L O R
Green

H A I R - C O L O R
Brown

H A I R - S T Y L E
Slicked back or messy

S K I N - C O L O R
Ivory

B O D Y - B U I L D
Muscular / Slender

M A S K
Gladiator




M A R K I N G S
    Dark Mark
    Unique, one of a kind Dark Mark on right forearm used for Donovan and Kieran to summon one another only.

    Lashes
    Donovan's body from the neck down is cover in a wide array of lash, whip and other kinds of marks from his test to become an Undesirable.

    Ripper
    Tattooed across his shoulder blades is the word "Ripper."

    Tallies
    Tallies cover his left arm and begin to overflow to his ribcage, each mark for a person he's killed.

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L I K E S
    Kieran
    She's Donovan's sister, and probably the only living thing he likes and/or can tolerate for a sustained period of time.

    Torturing
    Nothing pleases The Ripper more than finding new and terrifying ways to torture resistance members.

    Killing
    Once he's had his fill of scaring witches and wizards to the brink of death, he enjoys giving them a slight glimmer of hope that they may be released before slaughtering them where they stand.

    Sarcasm
    Donovan speaks this fluently.


D I S L I K E S
    Safe Words
    The Ripper does not believe nor condones a safe word or "mercy," if he hears it it merely makes him inflict more pain.

    Inquisitive People
    Particularly when it comes to others asking about his past or blood status. It is generally a good idea to avoid these topics at all costs around him.

    People
    He hates everyone for the most part. There are a fair few he can tolerate but he has no patience for a majority of the world's population.


F E A R S
Himself
Donovan fears himself beyond anything else. He prefers that he is the man "behind the mask" rather than someone witnessing himself because it would terrify him. His Boggart is even himself.


Q U I R K S
Duel Wielding
The Ripper is well known for wielding a wand and blade and/or blunt weapon simultaneously. He taught himself to wield his wand in his left hand while allowing his dominant to hold a regular weapon.

Unconventional
Donovan does not rely on his magic as much as other Wizards and Witches. Even though he is very powerful, he enjoys the element of surprise that comes from also using melee weapons.


S T R E N G T H S
Torturing
Melee Combat
Dueling: With or Without Magic
Inducing Fear
Innovative Murder



W E A K N E S S E S
Kieran
People Skills
Communication Skills
Overreacting
Stubborn

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30 years ago he was born into a Christian Muggle family in suburban England. But back then he was not called Donovan or The Ripper. His birth name was Henry. And his last name... Well that is not important. What is important is everything else. Henry's parents weren't always detestable hateful people. When he was young he did know love from them. That was until... His magic developed. He was 8. Henry was in his room when his parents heard their pet dog yelping loudly in pain. When they rushed into his room they found the dog writhing in pain as Henry was merely staring at it, torturing it with his mind. It was rare for Wizards and Witches to develop their magic at such a young age, which only showed his potential to become one of the most powerful wizards of his generation. His parents were terrified of him. They claimed he was unholy and unrighteous. After that day they wanted nothing to do with him and had even decided to send Henry away and put him into the Foster system. Not wanting to be forced to grow up in the system, Henry packed what he could carry and ran away in the night. He wasn't out long until the Knight Bus found him and took him to the Leaky Cauldron. When there a wizard took particular interest in Henry because he seemed very brave for his age and also had developed his magic at quite a young age. Due to the man's fascination and curiosity in him, he offered Henry a place to stay in his own home.

Henry lived with the Dark Wizard who quickly began to train him in the Dark Arts and basic magic before he even began to attend Hogwarts. A little past Christmas his first year gone, Henry received word that his Mother was pregnant with her second child. Apparently his parents decided to try for another child... A normal child. Although Henry had grown to hate his parents, he couldn't see himself abandoning his own sibling. His parents would not let him back home though, afraid he'd taint the child and turn it towards Satan because they thought he was some Antichrist or something stupid. And even though he wasn't invited to witness the birth of his sister, Henry cloaked himself with an invisibility charm and observed from the window. Without his parents knowledge he began to visit Alexandria as their parents slept, while she was at school or the park. The separation didn't put a strain on their relationship like it would on most sibling bonds, especially due to his sister's increasing worry about possibly being a Witch as she reached the age of magical development.

Henry stayed at Hogwarts during the school years and stayed with the Dark Wizard during off seasons so he could be near his sister and learn more Dark Arts. And right after graduating he was accepted into becoming an Auror for the Ministry of Magic. When he was 19 and Alexandria was 10, she too discovered that she had magical abilities. Their parents blocked all communications from him to his sister and Henry had no way of knowing the truth about his sister. When he hadn't heard from her in an abnormally long amount of time, he went out of his way to go visit his old home. Upon arriving he quickly found out that Alex's magic had surfaced and their parents were about to ship her off into foster care half way around the world. They were convinced he had something to do with it, and that he tainted her. In a fit of rage, Henry blacked out and slaughtered both of their parents in cold blood, right before her eyes. But if it wasn't for here he'd be rotting away in Azkaban. Alex told Henry to leave while he could and she made up a lie, blaming a family of prior Death Eaters for the murder of their parents.

Still worried that they could be found out, in a defensive move they both changed their names to hide all knowledge of their past and their muggle born blood status. They were now Donovan and Kieran Grimm. With the change in identity Donovan went into hiding with his Dark Wizard guardian while supporting his sister as he sent her to school at Hogwarts. A few years have passed with little to no issues until one day when he was 23, while Kieran was away at school for the year, the Dark Wizard turned Donovan into the Unmentionables. Since the Dark Wizard told them that Donovan was once an Auror they decided to subject him to questioning and torture to get him to spill any and all secrets he had. No one besides Donovan knows what happened in those interrogation rooms. All anyone knows is that ear piercing screams could be heard coming from the room. And what frightened everyone further is that he had no wand at his disposal and was also chained to the wall. The Unmentionables couldn't pass up the opportunity of adding someone like him to their ranks. And after an extensive "test" period that resulted in over a dozen more lives forfeited in attempt to break him, Donovan was accepter into their ranks as their Torturer.
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So begins...

Donovan "The Ripper" Grimm's Story

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Donovan stood idly adjusting the cufflinks on his suit jacket before raising his hands to slick back his hair. He didn't agree with this decision at all. Only Artemius would find sending me in to lead this battle as a smart idea... He rolled his eyes at the thought before jerking his head to the side causing a loud procession of cracks and pops emit from his neck. While straightening his suit collar, he spun around, pivoting on his right heel to face the masses. He wasn't one for pre-battle speeches of words of encouragement. That wasn't his style. Artemius said to lead them into battle... Not lead. Technicalities.

A growl rumbled from the depths of his throat while his right hand white knuckled the silver sphere that topped his cane. Raising his left hand in the air, Donovan twirled his index finger in gesture upwards. A simple direction before his body condensed and shot upward in a trail of black smoke as he apparated.

The black column of smoke shot through the sky, darting and writhing it's way above the world. It dove towards the heart of Diagon Alley, slamming into the concrete at the heart. The swirling mass of smoke and cloud dissipate, slowly revealing Donovan standing there, wand at the read in his left palm. His gaze was set upon his feet. He didn't need to look up to know that there was a wizard standing 10 or so feet before him. He sighed out of pure frustration. In a quick fluid movement, Donovan flicked his wand at the Resistance member while simultaneously cocking his head up to look at the wizard daft enough to engage him at his arrival.

The opposing wizard flew backwards from Donovan's silent spell, crashing threw a window of a near by shop before tumbling to a halt in the center of the store. He smirked while giving himself a nod of approval. "Not bad Donovan... Not bad."

Making his way over towards the crash landing, he tucked his wand into the right breast pocket of his suit jacket. As he neared the shop, his left had grasped at the blazer's button, undoing it so his jacket could move about more freely. Upon reaching the shattered window, Donovan hopped up onto the window sill with ease before elegantly stepping down into the store. The sound of glasses crunching and cracking under his Oxfords as he circled the groaning wizard. "Is nothing a surprise to you self righteous bastards?" Donovan leaned over, holding his jacket against his chest with his left hand while cocking his head to the side like a curious mutt. "Hmm?"

Donovan threw back either side of his jacket, before hiking the legs of his slacks as he crouched before the wizard. He set his cane down on the ground beside him, then rested his elbows on his knees and entangled his fingers. "If you cooperate I won't torture you..." He then inhaled sharply while making a regretful face, "Ok well... I am going to torture you... But!" He raised his index finger in a matter-of-fact manner. "I may consider, possibly... Not likely, letting you live. So that's a bonus right?" He smiled optimistically while bumping the wizards shoulder like he was some long lost friend.

Obviously the wizard wasn't having it. And while he tried to say something as the blood gurgled its way up his throat, the man grabbed the cane that rested on the floor. The diversion didn't work, and while he weakly attempted to swing it at Donovan, he easily caught it in his right hand. "Now that was rude... I was trying to make peace." He yanked the cane from the man and stood up. Then without a second thought he brought back his right foot before throwing it forward, kicking the wizard so hard in the head that his neck snapped.

Donovan stepped over the dead body as he made his way back out into the chaos that was Diagon Alley. Just as he exited the store some Resistance member came flying at him on a broom. Rolling his eyes, he tossed his cane upwards, grasping it midair at the bottom like a baseball bat. Then just like Babe Ruth he swung it at the wizard, knocking him clean off his broom. "Lead the battle they said..." He took out his wand and went over to the unhorsed wizard, "It'll be fun they said..." Donovan aimed his wand at the man as crucio slithered from his lips like a snake.

He grinned deviously as the wizard screamed out in pain, but the spell didn't last long as his attention was diverted by a redhead on a broom. "...Weasley..." Donovan tucked his bottom lip under his upper teeth, whistling loudly, "Shadow!" Not a moment later a Dementor flew up beside him, waiting for further command. He slowly looked over towards the cloaked beast, "Fetch!"



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"Very good! And how does one win a duel without killing their opponent?" A few hands shot up quickly around the classroom, followed by some other hesitant hands. Bern smiled at her students, moving around to the front of her desk, leaning back against it while crossing her arms over her chest. "Francis." She nodded her head towards him to answer the question.

Her gaze then fell towards her watch as he began to speak, "Well there are numerous spells to-"

Bern quickly pushed off her desk, raising her hand up before interjecting, "My deepest apologies Francis... But we continue this conversation tomorrow. For next class I want 500 words on a way to win a duel without the use of an unforgivable curse." The students groaned and rolled their eyes as they packed their things. "I know, I know... I'm horrible." She laughed and said her good byes to the students until they were all gone.

Once her classroom was empty, she closed the door and shot a quick glance down at her watch. Late! As always. She hurried over to her desk, getting her wand and stuffing into her boot before grabbing her broom. She made her way to the window, throwing open the shutters and stepping up onto the sill. "Drago is going to kill me..." Bern then jumped out the window, moving to straddle her broom just before her body shot up in a white cloud of smoke that darted towards Diagon Alley.

Within a matter of seconds, the apparation dropped her in the skies above the battle. When the cloud of white cleared Bern leaned forward causing her broom to dart forward. She was only in the skies a matter of seconds before spells shot past her, trying to knock her from her broom. She weaved between the beams of spells, but continued to race forward. Just as she nearly reached one Unmentionable, a black column of smoke flew in front of her causing her broom to spin over, her legs crossed hooked over the broom were the only things keeping her from falling to the Alley below.

With no time to spare, her left hand reached up to grasp the broom, while her left stretched to grasp her wand that was tucked in her boot. But in that moment the Unmentionable she originally was gunning for shot another spell at her. She didn't have time to remount and fly away. So clenching the broom tight in her left hand, at the last moment before the spell hit she unhooked her legs, allowing her body to dangle by her single hand. As she hung there, she waved her wand at the Unmentionable, "Bombarda!" The spell flew through the air and upon reaching the wizard sent him and his broom up in an explosion.

As Bern began to pull herself back up onto her broom, a shadow figure came at her. Before she could turn to defend herself, the cloaked monster was upon her and started to suck the life from her. The kiss suspended her in the air, her broom slipping from her grasp, falling down to the alley below. Before the Dementor had a chance to perform another kiss, she raised her wand, "Expecto Patronum..." Thankfully for Bern, spells aren't measured by the volume they are spoken. For if they were she wouldn't have gotten free. The charm stunned the dark being, pushing it backwards.

But what she didn't think about was the fact that she didn't have a broom. So the moment she was free she began to fall through the air towards Diagon Alley. Fall wasn't a good enough word to describe it, tumbling was more like it with Bern's grace. Unfortunately this wasn't her first time being knocked from her broom, so as she neared the ground she waved her wand in a silent Arresto Momentum. That stopped her 3 feet above the ground, before promptly letting her then fall the rest of the way, landing with a thud.

Bern stood up dusting off her pants. As she did so, she glanced over her shoulder to see Augustus fighting Unmentionables behind her. Although her attention was elsewhere she felt a chill that slowly crept up on her. Her gaze moving in the direction of the cold, she saw the Dementor flying back towards her. It wasn't until then that she realized her landing caused her to drop her wand a few feet away. The Dementor must have sensed she was now unarmed, because it slowly down and almost seemed to be taunting her. How is that possible? She knew that if she tried to get her wand it'd be upon her before she could get it. So with every movement towards her, she took a slow step backwards until she bumped into Augustus.

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Character Portrait: Donovan "The Ripper" Grimm Character Portrait: Augustus Bane Character Portrait: James Potter II Character Portrait: Bernadette Weasley
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STATUS :: Down & Out // [- 'Forgive me my weakness.' -]
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    "Immobulus!"


    "Petrificus Totalus!"-----------------------------------------

    ----Child's play.

    ----Spells tumble easily from his lips. They emerge in technicolour bursts from the tip of his wandโ€”illuminating the stubborn jut of a jaw set and teeth clenched, and the vitreous sheen of sweat beading between brows creased in salient agitation. Nothing else is spokenโ€”no half-formed jests, no savvy one-liners, not even a sliver of banterโ€”only spells; and they are relentless in their formation.

    ----He is a fighter first: he duels like a kickboxer and each spell hits like a sucker punch to the gut.

    --------"Everte Statum!"

    ----There is a flash of orange and a crack that resonates; drowning out the sharp cry of the body thrown back, muffling the crash of glass storefront shattering beneath black-robed flesh. The spell hits hard, and Augustus braces himself for the recoil that inevitably follows.

    ----He anticipates the force that thrusts him back a step, but he does not foresee the muted thump of his back colliding with that of another. He turns, fully expecting to be faced with dead eyes and iron masks. Instead, he's greeted by a head of burnished copper, and automatically thinks: Weasley. Further recognition of said Weasley comes immediately afterwards, and he feels the grim set of his mouth twist into a roguish grin.

    ----Victoire Weasleyโ€”also known as Bernadette; also known as Bernyโ€”but to Gusty:

    --------"Oi Vick-toy-ree, watch where you're going, yeah?"

    ----But there's no reply; no clever retort; and his laughter dies at the back of his throat.

    ----He feels it before he sees itโ€”the chill, settling in the hollows of his bones; the whisper of despair pooling in the recesses of his mind. Skeletal digits clutching at his destitute heart.

    ----He doesn't thinkโ€”there's no room for rationality in the face of a Dementorโ€”and only acts: yanking her, almost bodily, behind him; wand hand outstretched; the incantation already forming at the tip of his tongue.

    All he needs now, is a memory.

    --------"Expectoโ€”"

    ------------------------A boy.

    ------------------------No older than six.

    ------------------------A crown of spun gold and eyes like a placid sea.

    ------------------------Hovering barely an inch off the ground, sweat beading between a prematurely creased forehead.

    ------------------------Another boy swims into focus beside the first.

    ------------------------Barely a teenager, yet dignified in the set of his shoulders, the stiffness of his back.

    ------------------------He speaks in measured tones as the younger nods, eyes trained towards the skies, fingers clutched tight around the broom handle.

    ------------------------At his brother's signal, Augustus tilts the broom upwards and kicks hard.

    ------------------------He's airborne. Six years old and already zipping past the treetops on a miniature broom.

    ------------------------He hears Artie clapping below him, the joy in his brother's voice carrying clear past the wind rushing through his ears.

    ------------------------He looks down, wanting to glimpse the pride shining in the silver-blue they both share.


    --------"E-expectoโ€”"

    ------------------------There is no pride.

    ------------------------He is seventeen and he's no longer flying.

    ------------------------The ground is solid beneath his feet, but it's slicked red and what remains of his parents is scattered around him.

    ------------------------On him.

    ------------------------Flesh and blood sliding down the sides of his face; red marring the gold of his hair.

    ------------------------His eyes focus on the silver-blue of the man before him.

    ------------------------He who wears his brother's face, speaks with his brother's voice...

    ------------------------His eyes bear the same colour, the same hueโ€”but they are dead, and dull, and
    cold.

    ------------------------Impossibly glacial.

    ------------------------The eyes of a murderer.


    --------"โ€”Patronum."

    ----There is a brief flicker of light, but it dies in the span of a breathโ€”

    ----โ€”because after all, a Patronus can't be cast when all one's happiest memories culminate in blood.

    ----The grip on the wand slackens, and his arm falls limply by his side. He doesn't trust himself to speak, and only stares; unable to do anything as the Dementor draws every nearerโ€”turning the blood rushing hot in his veins to cold, hard ice.

    --------Surely this must be the end?

    ----But then, something comes barreling pastโ€”nearly knocking him over, blinding him with it's light. He barely registers the voice screaming 'Expecto Patronum' behind him, too transfixed by the stagโ€”bright and radiantโ€”a being fashioned from the sun.

    ----The Dementor never stood a chance.

    ----Augustus staggers backwards, the chill dissipating from his limbs as his mouth falls open, willing the oxygen back into his bereft lungs in deep, staccato heaves.

    ----He realises, only belatedly, that he still has a hand circled around Bernadette's wrist, and he immediately drops it as though burnt. He doesn't spare her a glanceโ€”even as he accio's her fallen wand towards him and presses it into her palmsโ€”nor does he spare any for their unlikely saviour, one James Sirius Potter, who comes barreling towards them with panicked eyes and a mouth full of questions.

    ----His failure carves gouges into his skin and shame pours out like blood.

    ----A flutter of wingbeats, and he's goneโ€”a blur of white and gray bulleting towards the skyโ€”leaving with naught but a grunt of thanks, and doing what he does best:

    ----Running away.