(NOTE: Even though the character of Apollyon is mine, the idea of Amangrath is NOT mine. That genius belongs to my friend Raquel! )
In Character
Full Name: Apollyon
Date of Birth/Age: Summer 1996/ 1 year old- looks about 15
Blood: A Mess: Dark Creature, called an Amangrath, consisting of the following blood: Vampire, Werewolf, Dementor, Basilisk, Banshee, Boggart, Shadow Fae, and the Dark Lord.
House Request: Slytherin
Occupation: Student
Loyalties: Death Eater
Wand Specifications: Bloodwood, 17” Two of his own hairs as a core.
Patronus: If His Patronus is a Basilisk. His room, his place of safety is beyond the Chamber of Secrets, and the Basilisk Statue has served as a guardian for him.
Boggart: Himself dead…as clichéd as it sounds, Apollyon is all-but invincible, and knows it so the idea of actually dying is a horrible one for him.
Avatar: 
Heath Ledger
General Appearance:Even though he is only a year old, Apollyon looks to be about 14 or 15 years old. He stands about 5’6” and weights 142 lbs. There is no possible way to confuse this being with a human, however. The most striking feature he has are his eyes. They are black, but not just his pupils and irises. What humans call the ‘whites of their eyes’ are a soullessly back as the rest of his eyes. There is no way to identify the different parts of his eyes or tell where he is looking. His hair is light gray to white in color. This is a natural phenomenon for him, not part of him is altered or changed. He is perfect the way he was created. Apollyon wears his hair a little long, so it falls into his eyes at times and looks wild. His skin is a darker gray color under which are rippling muscles thanks to the Dark Lord’s intensive physical training. There are no blemishes or scars on his skin, despite the extensive training he has gown through. His regenerative abilities have healed any training cuts. Apollyon’s fingernails and lips look as if they have no blood running through them. His is always aware of his body and surroundings. The Amangrath is a creature of fluid grace, never moving in an awkward fashion as many humans his “age” do. If Apollyon has his way, he would not wear any clothes. He hates feeling restrictive and contained. He loved to stand out in the Dark Woods, stark naked. However, his Father Voldemort, insisted that when he was outside his rooms, he had to be dressed as a human. The only exception was during training in the Dark Forest. So, the Amangrath wore clothes. He usually wears skin tight pants in dark colors and black boots. On his upper body, he prefers short sleeves and, again, skin tight material. He wears no jewelry, no tattoos, no accessories of any kind. All of his clothes come from the finest fabrics and materials. Thankfully he and his father reached a compromise about his clothes when he joined the main school population. He is allowed to wear his usual style of clothes, the skin tight ones, if he wears over it a standard outer-robe as the rest of the students do. He accepted, knowing that he would have to be Sorted into a House anyway, which would require a House Patch. That doesn’t mean he
likes the fact he has to be dressed. In addition to his striking appearance, Apollyon has a presence that almost
demands you to pay attention to him. He has both Dementor and Boggart blood in him, giving him the ability to give off an aura of unease or fear if he wishes it. He has a very charismatic, attractive gaze. Looking at him, you
want to like him. People are drawn to him, either by those soulless black eyes or by the pull of his magical strength. He has picked up mannerisms from his father as well, who is a great charismatic leader. Apollyon is extremely confident, striding into a room as if he owns the place and everyone in it. He can and does smile, a charming piece of work, though some people may not be quite at ease with his sharp, white teeth. The Amangrath has an ensnaring voice. It is smooth, silky, and enchanting. His vampiric nature adds depth to this trait, turning it almost hypnotic if he chooses. It’s one of those voices you
want to listen to, one that seems to invade you mind softly.
Personality: Apollyon is a dark creature. He revels in every dark, evil, and cruel things imaginable that exist in this world. He loves the shadows, the pitch black of midnight, and the look in a victim’s eyes when they give in to desperation and despair. It is debatable whether or not he possesses a soul. He is cold, watching everything that goes on around him. He observes, analyzes, and judges. He especially watches people, how they move, what they say, and
why they say it. Then he shifts his behavior to match what he sees to get what he wants. He does this with logical, emotionless efficiency. Now, Apollyon
does have emotions. He can be furious with himself for failing or with another for disobeying. He is proud of his accomplishments and is pleased when Voldemort says he did well. Though he doesn’t like to admit it, he can feel afraid or scared. He did that a great deal when he was first spawned and still feels a thread of apprehension when a new power decides to manifest unexpectedly. However, as he gets older and more secure in his powers, that fear is being replaced by amused superiority. He is capable of affection, giving attention and approval as rewards for good behavior. As much as he is a dark beast, he wants his Father’s approval and praise. Voldemort is the only human who’s opinion he cares about. He feels he deserves to be worshiped, adored, and respected. He is the most powerful creature in the world and he should be worshiped as such. The Dark Lord has always encouraged him in those beliefs. Apollyon is nigh on invincible. He regenerates incredibly quickly and since he is not human, he is not affected by their sicknesses or poisons. He is stronger at the age of one than the wizards and witches around him with 13,17, 40+ years to their name. He
knows he is the best, strongest, and brightest. The Amangrath feels like a god descending down to mingle with the Mortals. He is a bit uneasy about joining the school population, not because he is worried if they will like him or not-he can
make them like him, but because he has never been that close to so many food sources, none of which he is allowed to touch.
Apollyon is extremely manipulative. He cam weave words, combining it with his dark magic, to convince and lull his victims. He can act like a human and talk like a human. He can put a charming smile on his face and speak in a soothing voice, even if he wants to rip your throat out. He as found that the icy, soft-spoken, silky voice is exponentially more terrifying and effective than any other. Every shiver that goes down a victim’s spine, every drop of sweat that breaks out on their skin, every hitched breath and widening of the eyes is exquisite! The power, the ultimate control he possesses over is victims is the most pleasurable thing he can imagine. Apollyon is power hungry, driven to conquer and control, or conquer and destroy, everything around him. There is no power in the universe that can control him, save his father Lord Voldemort, to whom the Amangrath is deeply bound by blood magic. Apollyon understands a sense of Pack. He, of course, is the Alpha Male of Everything….except his Father, obviously. He understands that a good Alpha Male protects those in his Pack, those who swear loyalty to him and submit to his Will and Authority. He keeps his Word as well as his promises and remains loyal as long as the other being does. Betrayal, which is different than minor disobedience or naive ignorance, is met with instant and violent punishment. Apollyon hates to waste anything that is still useful to him. However, if that person betrays him, even being useful won’t save them. The Amangrath is sadistic and completely heartless with his victims or those who cross him. He as no absolute morals, beyond what he decides is right and wrong. There is no form of torture that is too cruel or immoral. Humiliation is a wonderful, wonderful tool. It amuses him so much to watch humans squirm. The smell of their terror is quite unique. He loves to hunt whether human or animal. When his father takes him out to hunt, he can be completely free to be himself. The hunt makes his blood sing and the magic brighter. Everything works in harmony: blood, muscles, bone, brain, magic…all of it works in Perfection.
Strengths: Dark Arts
Physical Strength
Cunning mind
Magid
Great Healing Abilities
Weaknesses/Flaws: Dependent on Blood
Cannot eat Human Food(yet)
Cannot Blend in as a Human(yet)
Is unused to dealing with masses of humans, especially Wizards
Care of Magical Creatures- What a waste of time!
Hates being ignored or disrespected
History:Apollyon was created and spawned during the summer of 1996. He does not know his exact birthday, nor does he care. Birthdays are a human thing. He was created by Lord Voldemort and is a combination of several dark creatures, which merged together to form him, a new race which his father called ‘Amangrath’. He gained massive powers from the combined magics: vampire, werewolf, Dementor, basilisk, banshee, Boggart, and a little known creature called a Shadow Fae. He also contains the Dark Lord’s blood and the ability to shift into a fully human form, though that skill he will not master until her is closer to three years old and full maturity. Whether you call that gift being a Metamorphmagus or a Human Animagus, the result is the same. Father has told him that he will be taught Occlumency and Legilimency when he was older. Apollyon is a Magid by nature, none of these dark creatures use a puny wand to cast their magics. He is faster than humans, stronger than humans, and has the ability to regenerate and heal himself quickly.
His earliest memories are of a small, dark, warm, room. The Amangrath can see perfectly well in the dark, so unless Father came to see him, there was no reason for light. The room was safe, it was home. For the first year of his life, Apollyon has seen no other human besides Voldemort. The young dark creature Impressed on his Father the moment he first laid yes on the man, which was followed by a deeper bond. With several blood-feeding creatures in his veins it was not unsurprising that he fed on blood as well. His first meal was the hot, potent magic of Voldemort’s blood. The magical bond deepened between the two, thanks to that meal and all the ones that followed it. The young Amangrath was taught by his Father. He learned human mannerisms: how to speak and write English and Latin, how to walk and move gracefully. He learned how to wear clothes, but still dislikes it to this day. If he had the choice, Apollyon would forgo any clothes all together. He is beautiful and powerful and perfect! Why should he hide behind clothes? As much as he didn’t like it, Voldemort said he had to be fully dressed when he left his room, so he did. He also learned how to eat human food, however, most of it makes him sick. Father told him that maybe when he got older, he could handle it. He didn’t even eat his natural solid food yes, flesh, so it would be logical that he couldn’t eat human food now. Perhaps when he could assume a human form in a year or so, he could eat human food.
The Dark Lord taught him magic as well, both the natural abilities that were inherent to each of the dark creatures in his bloodline, but also the human style of magic. Obviously, Apollyon excels at the Dark Arts, however, he takes special enjoyment out of Ancient Runes and Transfigurations. Care of Magical Creatures is a waste of time, so is Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but Father insisted that he learn it, so he did. The Amangrath does not have a set sleep schedule, preferring to be up at all hours and in truth, he needs little, if any, sleep, so when he was six months old, his Father started to take him out of his room. He found out that his room was connected to a place called the Chamber of Secrets and the only way to get in was to be a Parselmouth… which he was, thanks to his Father’s blood. They would walk, at night, when the school was asleep. Apollyon learned exactly where his home was, Hogwarts, and how to find his way around. They began to explore the Grounds and Father allowed his creation to run free across the earth. He could finally use his body and powers as they were meant to be used. Voldemort used the Grounds, especially the Dark Woods, as a training ground. Apollyon stretched himself physically in obstacle courses and fight the dark beasts that lived deeper in. He would go to the small Muggle villages at the edge of the woods and feed there while his father watched. Now that he has reached his year mark, the training has reached a max, at least for now. The Dark Lord has decided that Apollyon can defend himself well enough, and behave himself well enough, to be introduced to the school population. He was Sorted into Slytherin House in the Headmaster’s office and tomorrow with join the humans for breakfast.
Family: Lord Voldemort- Father
Rhys Voldemort- step brother
Elizabeth Voldemort- step sister
Rowena Ravenclaw- Not worth considering
Roleplay Sample: Darkness blurred into red. It flowed and moved and pulsed. Deep, almost like a sound, a beat pulsed. Life and Death flowed as one. In and out, through and around. Red and Black, Passion and Despair. Orange, fire, bravery, courage. Blue, logic, magic, calm, collected, rational. Orange and blue dance, weave together and are gone...yet not. Melted into green and purple...purest of pure magic. The life, the earth, the power, the Flow. Green and purple, made from logic and bravery....that was important, but the Flow continued. Beat. Beat. Beat. Voices joined the flow, panic, worry, laughter, pain, fear, mingled, mingled. Pushed aside, out of the walls, away, away. Instinct...MINE...rule, power.
Hunger! Submit, dominate....MINE.....Cold calculations...hot burning passions. MINE. Death, KILL...Submit, DOMINATE....win, control....MINE....Red Hot...Fire Burns....Beat. Beat. Beat.
One comes, One voice from the crowd, from the screaming. Want!
Need....Comes closer, Scent...human.....desire....SUBMIT! MINE! Blue fades, Orange fades, Green and Purple fades. Beat. Beat. Beat. Red and Black dance, Life and Death....fades....Apollyon opened his eyes as a voice sounded in his room.
"You called for me my Lord?" Her words made no sense. Was she using language? His mind was tuned to the purer sound, purer words. Amangrath were magic and therefore spoke magic. Humans didn't understand what magic was...but he did. Slowly his mind translated her words and took in the submission she was giving him. The room was black, as it always was. He was sitting on a pillow on the floor. Standing, he called over a ball of fire and sent it to stand between them. He was wearing tight black pants that may have been a second skin, and nothing more. He hated clothes. "Yes," he said simply. "Come here."
Out of Character
Name/Alias: Liz
Age: 24
Contact Details: jaylyncol-AIM
Other Characters: Bellatrix, Angelina, Tania
Daily Password:Member Title: The [Ultimate] Alpha Male
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