Post by Eric Pangbourn on Nov 6, 2015 19:27:16 GMT -8
ERIC MARCUS PANGBOURN
30-years-old. death eater. unspeakable. former durmstrang student.
ALIAS(ES): Eric will go by Marcus Clairborne if he doesn't want to be recognized.
BIRTHDAY: 31st March 1981
BIRTHPLACE: Godric's Hollow
CURRENT: Diagon Alley
FAMILY:
• Mother: Lillian Pangbourn, aged 47. Pureblooded status. Housewife.
• Father: Henry Pangbourn, aged 57. Pureblooded status. Ambassador.
• Wife: Berenice Pangbourn, aged 24. Pureblooded status. Waitress.
• Daughter: Elise Pangbourn, aged 25 mos. Pureblooded status.
• Father-in-law: Auston Moxley, aged 59. Pureblooded status. Unspeakable.
• Mother-in-law: Rebeckah Moxley, aged 51. Pureblooded status. Housewife.
• Brother-in-law: Oscar Moxley, aged 29. Pureblooded status. Oblivator/Death Eater.
• Sister-in-law: Riana Moxley, aged 27. Pureblooded status. Housewife.
• Nephew: Cole Moxley, aged 4. Pureblooded status.
• Brother-in-law: Richard Moxley, aged 29. Pureblooded status. Oblivator/Death Eater.
• Sister-in-law: Charlotte Moxley, aged 26. Pureblooded status. Ministry official.
BLOOD: Pureblood
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
WAND: 9.75", spruce, merfolk hair core
DESCRIPTION: Standing at 6'2", Eric finds himself towering above most women and at least eye level with most men. He weighs in at a muscular 180 pounds. His blue-gray eyes are usually steeled against emotion, though when he allows emotion to show, they are truly beautiful. His blond hair is cut short and kept neat. Having been a rather dominant personality throughout childhood, he has a few scars from rough play. As he has only been in the Death Eater circle since the takeover, he has yet to gain any drastic scars from such a lifestyle.
PLAY-BY: Alexander Skarsgård
PATRONUS: Eric's patronus is a stallion, though he has rarely had a need to use it.
BOGGART: Eric fears losing control more than anything else. His boggart would change based on his circumstances and what area of his life feels most out of control. For now, it would be him, ruined, because of his runaway wife.
MIRROR OF ERISED: Eric would see himself, accomplished and proud, with his trophy wife and daughter beside him and his arm around the shoulders of a male heir.
HABITS: Eric tends to play with whatever's accessible to toy with when he's lost in heavy thought. Usually, it's anything he can easily flip around through his fingers.
PET PEEVE: Eric hates when his authority is challenged.
TRAITS:
• Charming. Eric's charm is what has gotten him as far as he has gotten in life. No one is allowed to see past the exterior mask of politeness and perfection. Any who have managed it have found themselves paid off or otherwise silenced. To the outside world, he is the epitome of pureblooded perfection. To those not clsose to him, he is polite, a loving husband and father, and very protective. Of course, his protectiveness hides a darker secret.
• Controlling and abusive. Once he has you close, you will find a different side to Eric. After all, it is hard to maintain a lie when one observes his every day actions inside the walls of his own home. If he "loves" you, if he is married to you, if he at all has any place he views as a more permanent authority figure over you, you will find he is very controlling, and eventually, if you fail to please him, he will snap.
• Inflated sense of self/Arrogant. Eric is probably one of the most arrogant people you could meet. He has a sense of self worth that is above and beyond what it should be. He is a pureblood and, as such, he believes he is entitled to just about everything. It is no wonder he sought out the Death Eaters when the takeover began. This trait has likely hindered him as much as it has helped him. After all, his arrogance has made him stand up for himself and what he wants. In other words, it has made him a bit of a go getter.
With such an inflated view of self, it is no wonder he views people as mere pawns in the game of life. He holds little emotional capacity or empathy. Any emotion he manages tends to be more out of practice and for an ulterior motive than truly felt. He has no concern for whether or not he smashes anyone's life dreams or goals. All that matters is his own success in life.
• Pathological liar. Eric has no problem lying to get what he wants. He will fit whichever mold necessary to succeed. He will say whatever is necessary to manipulate a person to do his every whim.
• Parasitic. Eric will leech onto anyone he finds susceptible and use him until the person has outlived his usefulness. He will then exploit the person to his own benefit.
• Chameleon. No, he is not literally the animal, but like a chameleon, he readily changes his exterior to fit what he believes will benefit him. He will be sweet and shy, arrogant and cocky, reserved, outgoing, or whatever else will benefit him in any given situation. His life story will also change to suit his purposes.
HISTORY:
Eric's life was far from picture perfect. His family might have appeared to be so, but it was only a front. Lillian Hollister was wed to Henry Pangbourn as a result of an arranged marriage. It wasn't as forced in nature as most of them, however. Lillian and Henry had at least known each other from social events before the announcement was made, though they were fairly indifferent towards each other, too much alike to really get along but not enough to absolutely hate each other. The night they consummated their marriage was the night the seventeen-year-old Hufflepuff graduate became pregnant with Eric. It was painful for the woman as Henry hardly cared enough about her to see to it she at least had enough time to prepare. No precautions were taken against pregnancy, and the much-too-young wife found herself distraught at a doctor's appointment a month later.
It wasn't that she didn't want children. It wasn't that she didn't want children with Henry at some point. It simply was that she felt she was far too young, that this was far too soon. But what could she do? Nothing, that was what. She wasn't a stupid, selfish muggle. She couldn't simply kill a child, especially not one who was of her own body, her own flesh and blood, and especially not simply because she felt she was too young. So, her only option was to go home to Henry and tell him the news.
Henry was hard to read when she told him. He seemed almost hesitant to have any reaction, and this made the young woman feel confused. Even if she wasn't ready for parenthood, it didn't mean she wasn't at least a little excited. The conversation, if one could call a woman walking in and telling a man such news and only receiving a, "Thank you," like it was some business transaction, ended with her leaving the room to go for a walk, her face unreadable.
Two weeks shy of nine months later, Eric Marcus Pangbourn was delivered to a mother who was all smiles despite her husband being away on business as an ambassador. Soon after Eric's birth, Henry moved his family away from Godric's Hollow and to Russia. The first several years were wonderful. Certainly, his mother and father didn't interact too much, but they didn't exactly avoid each other either. They were there for every birthday, every holiday. They got him most everything he wanted, teaching him about money and saving with the more expensive items. However, it was when he was around fourteen when things changed. is father came to visit him in his room one night, saying he needed to talk to him about something important. However, "talk" does not describe how he learned about the birds and the bees. More incidents followed.
The once smart, outgoing boy who preferred being home to being at school despite his book smarts began to long for school years. He withdrew to his books, often taking a bag of them with him while he went exploring on the spacious grounds of the Pangbourn manor. His mother thought nothing of it, thinking it a little peculiar at first, but at the same time, she asked no questions since she didn't want to discourage his new studious demeanor and it wasn't like Eric never left the house to begin with anyway.
Still, the angry outlashing eventually came. The lack of affection accompanied it. He began to notice more and more how selfish people were as they seemed to not notice or simply ignore his inner turmoil, his inner pain. Over the next few years, Eric grew further and further from the boy everyone had known and even fancied. On the outside, he seemed polite and collected, but inside, everything had a reason. People had become pawns, a way to get what he wanted as quickly as possible.
Eric moved out as soon as possible following graduation, which ended up being about a year later when he'd had enough time to get settled into his job as an unspeakable and save up money for a place of his own. The next six years were spent as the young man pleased, whether it was chasing skirts or going out with the boys. However, on June 12, 2004, his whole life was turned upside down. He was to marry some girl by the name of Berenice Moxley. She was from a respectable pureblooded family and was certainly pretty, but to Eric, it was the worst possible timing.
He was only 23 years of age and still wasn't ready to commit to anything, yet here he was finding out that by the end of the summer he would have a wife. Still, he knew there was no point in complaining, so he agreed and began courting the young woman. Love wasn't the motive. Wooing her to have compliance on the wedding night and beyond was, however. He might not be willing to commit, but she was going to be the perfect wife, and he would give her no reason not to be. He was going to do his job and make her forget about the mudblood Hudson.
Eight months into the marriage, Eric received a rude awakening when he came home from work early, hoping to take Berenice out for dinner. It was what normal couples did, and despite the fact he and his wife weren't completely the lovey dovey couple most people strive to be, he wanted to appear normal. He didn't want to give her anything to complain about. It was necessary to maintain face. Anyway, when he arrived home, an owl arrived with a letter tied to its leg. "Renn," it had read on the outside. Confused as to why she would get a letter with that as an address, he opened it, quickly looking to the bottom. "Ben." What had Hudson's first name been? Benjamin, yes? Yes, Benjamin Hudson. He saw red.
In a rage, he stormed to the room Berenice was in and grabbed her firmly by the hair to the point where he knew it hurt but not so much it put her in extreme pain for the moment. His hand, which held the letter, went out, flashing the envelope at her. "How long, Berenice? How long have you been playing me for a fool?" he demanded angrily. When she insisted they had not been in contact since school had ended, he didn't believe her. He chuckled bitterly, declaring her a "lying whore." Her continued denial only gained worse insults and threats of harm, though they were not voiced, only implied through his body language and moving arm.
In the end, he pulled out his wand and pointed it straight at his wife of eight months. The fear in her eyes would have detoured any normal man from what he was about to do, but he didn't care. This was what someone did if they wanted control. This was how someone made another person submit, how someone got what they wanted. Fear was the only way to have true control over anyone. And he refused to play the fool, besides. He was not going to stand for his marriage to fail because of some sordid affair with a mudblood. Still... If he hurt her, if he physically hurt her or even harmed her with a spell, she would be able to have proof. No, he had to do something else.
He faltered for a moment and lowered his wand, but only seconds later, he muttered a few words and a burst of blue fire shot out the end of his wand. He watched with eyes void of emotion as his wife struggled fruitlessly to remove her wedding band, which was burning white from the heat. When she plead for help, he only chuckled coldly before declaring, "Trying to get rid of me, Berenice? Next time you think about Hudson, remember me! The ring is never coming off your finger!" She would never be able to cheat. No man would be crazy enough to lay a hand on her with a wedding band on, and if one was, he would find himself in a world of hurt if he even tried to reverse the curse he placed on the ring if Berenice loved him at all. Following, Eric had stormed out of the house. He didn't want to see her little lying, cheating face.
The abuse only continued over the next five years.
Nearly five years into their marriage, Berenice began acting strangely. She was moodier than usual, was putting on a little weight, something Eric was sure to remind her of. "You're letting yourself go," he'd tell her over dinner before telling a house elf to make sure she had smaller portions. Finally, she called a doctor to the house, and Eric found himself there to see the doctor out. Berenice was four months pregnant.
On September 3, 2009, Elise Paige Pangbourn made her way into the world. Eric put on the facade of proud father for the public, but at home, he couldn't possibly be more different. He could care less about the baby. She was annoying. She cried all the time, she pooped and peed in a diaper that needed to be changed, she ate, she slept. There was nothing useful about her. He personally didn't see why anyone would want a baby! He had only stopped using the contraceptive spell because his mother and father were insisting he needed an heir. His frustrations lead to the use of the pronoun "it" in reference to his daughter. He could tell Berenice didn't like it, and he'd be damned if he didn't at least get some enjoyment out of this whole unsavory situation.
Their obviously doomed marriage found its end one evening when Elise would simply not stop crying and Berenice would not come fast enough to tend to their daughter. When she finally did come, she saw him holding the 18-month-old annoyance in his hands while shaking her to get her to shut up. "Put my daughter down!" she'd exclaimed, and Eric turned to see his wife with her wand drawn, which shocked him to no end. However, he did as he was told, drawing his own wand subtly before turning and disarming her with ease. The ensuing abuse was worse than usual. Something about the fact she'd dared to draw her wand on him combined with the fact she was refusing to scream at his usual punishment made him tick. When he was finished, he spat at his wife and left.
When he returned, it was to an empty home. No Berenice or Elise to be found. It was strange, but he wrote it off as she'd run to her mother's for the night and would be back. It was nothing to be concerned about. She would come back. She always did. She knew she'd never be able to make it without him. She knew she deserved the treatment. She knew she was worth nothing, especially without him. She was just a helpless, meek little woman who was destined to be a good little housewife and mother. She knew this. She would come crawling back, begging for mercy, and their little game of charades would continue.
Of course, much to his surprise, Berenice did not return. Since, Eric has been putting all his resources into finding his runaway wife, refusing to be made a fool of. Soon, very soon, he will find her, and she will have hell to pay for it.
NAME: Jen
EXPERIENCE: 6 yrs., 2 mos.
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