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Harry Potter; First War or Post-DH

[name/nicknames] Alecto Magaera Carrows
[birthday] 22 September 1958
[bloodline] FullBlood
[allegiance] the Dark Lord
[occupation] Death Eater
[school/house/years] Hogwarts, Slytherin, 1969-1976
[owl/newt scores] Ancient Runes A/A. Astronomy E/E. Charms E/A. DADA E/drop. Divination O/E. Herbology O/O. HoM A/drop. Potions E/A. Transfiguration A/A.

[wand] 28cm (11"), harpy feather, dogwood
[boggart] being locked behind bars with Amycus locked away as well, just out of her reach
[patronus] a great big grizzly bear
[in mirror of erised] Carrows estate in good repair
[special abilities] none. Though she's pretty good at the Imperius (and most mind magics). As well as an expert at potions.

[pb(s)] Asia Argento, Jemima Rooper or Rose McGowan
[build/height/weight] She's short and a bit pudgy with a lot of curves. She stands at 165 cm (5'3)
and weighs just about 75 kg (165lbs). Although recently she's taken to anorexia, for multiple reasons, most of which have nothing to do with her weight.
[hair/eyes] Her hair is dark brown and looks like a faded black almost grey in the right light. Her eyes are large and dark blue, almost black looking.
[identifying marks] Her features are very sharp amidst all her pudge. And she has a few very distinctive tattoos, not counting her Dark Mark.
[style] She was taught good fashion sense and style, but she mostly dresses for comfort, sometimes appearing ambiguous in sex because of it. Although there are times when she knows how to use close to accentuate her better features.
[appearance] Alecto is most definitely not tall. She and her brother aren't identical twins and he is, in fact, a bit taller than she is. But she really doesn't mind. What she does mind, however, is that she's pudgy. Alecto has fat here and there that she can't seem to get rid of no matter how hard she tries. She doesn't find herself ugly, really. She's pretty realistically self-aware. She just isn't comfortable with being fat. So she often goes the route of binge and purge in an attempt to lose some weight. And it rarely works. But she does know how to dress her curves rather well. She knows what hugs her hips and thighs too tight and what makes them look more narrow. And she knows how to wear tops that accentuate her cleavage, not her rolls. And she knows how to seem taller, what to do to her hair to make her face look thinner, etc etc. Her shallow mother taught her the secret tips of beauty and though Alecto rarely uses them consciously, they do her well.

Speaking of, Alecto's hair is a dull dark brown color. In the right light it almost looks a faded black color. She usually leaves it down in waves... waves because no matter how much you brush it, Alecto's hair always looks a mess. Not tangled and ratty, of course, just wavy. She doesn't bother with straightening charms or curling charms, so it pretty much stays in the middle stage permanently. She doesn't bother with it, mostly because she just doesn't care. And when she needs to get it out of her way, she ties it back with a ribbon. That's pretty much it. And with her hair continuously in her face, it's hard to notice anything else about her. Her features are all rather angular and sharp, even amidst her pudge. Her lips are rather prominent and she's got the kind of nose that is sharp and turned up just the slightest bit. And her eyes are a blue so dark that they almost look black. She really is rather creepy and intimidating in appearance, despite her size. And another thing that adds to that are the myriad of tattoos covering her body. She loves pain, so she's got tattoos all over. Ask her about them, she won't hesitate to show and tell each one.

[quirks] She reads in the dark. Bites her nails. Cuts her own hair (badly).
[hobbies] Reading. Torture. Runes and tarot (though she's not good at either).
[pet peeves] People who make unwarranted assumptions. Weakness.
[first impression] At first glance she appears stupid, aloof, and stand-offish. Rarely does anyone get past first impressions with Alecto.
[likes/dislikes] She likes reading, darkness, reptiles, gardens, and divination.
She dislikes chocolate, weakness, rumors, and anything fuzzy.
[personality] Alecto has a biting personality. She is quite fierce. There really isn't much that scares her. And she certainly isn't afraid to speak her mind. Most of the women of Alecto's generation ended up as house wives, socialites, and debutants. However, Alecto knew from a very young age that her life was going to be far different from that. She wanted nothing to do with the life her mother was setting up for her. Instead she became everything her father wanted her brother to be. She knows how to make sound business dealings with the best of the men. However, she much prefers sneaker means of getting what she wants. She's backbiting and quite the little thief when the mood strikes her. She isn't the kind of person you want to cross.

The most important person to Alecto is her brother. Always has been and she suspects it always will be. They've been inseparable since birth. She will forgive you much easier if you hurt her than if you hurt Amycus. And she's not normally a forgiving person anyway. People have died for crossing the wrong line with Alecto's brother. She doesn't take any shit where it concerns Amycus. And, more than that, she doesn't let Amycus know she's doing it. She lets him think he takes care of her (and who knows, maybe he really does and she doesn't realize it) but Alecto is perfectly capable of taking care of herself and him as well. She has done and will do anything that is necessary. And she'll never question whatever twisted morals she has about it.

She also has a strange love for snakes. It's yet another thing that has gotten her ridicule through her life. She has a whole bunch of snakes. And randomly, when Amycus is out, or when Alecto is just taking a nap, she sleeps with them in her bed. (She won't sleep with them otherwise because she shares a bed with her brother and they bite Amycus if he rolls over on them.) She almost always has at least one snake with her, wrapped around her body somewhere. She's not a parcel tongue, but she has a very jealous nature and (with the exception of Voldemort) she cruelly tortures and kills any parcel mouth she finds. Alecto's jealous is not something to play with. As are many of her personality traits.

[family/pets] Her father is a fullblood, Duncan Aristead Carrows. And her mother is a halfblood, Cassidy Teaza Moon-Carrows. She has one sibling, her twin and the most important person in her life Amycus Carrows. She & Amycus share an owl called Erinyes (she calls him Eerie). Her personal pets are a myriad of snakes. (Natasha is her boa. Napoleon is her cobra. Khan is her eastern brown. And there are a handful more. All full-sized, deadly, and raised from eggs by Alecto herself.)
[childhood/current residence] The Carrows estate in East Anglia.
[finances] Sadly their estate is getting smaller by the generation because their money is diminishing. But Alecto and Amycus are working on less than legal means to at least keep the place from being taken.
[friends/enemies] She doesn't really have any. Alecto and Amycus pretty much stick to themselves. They do as they're ordered and that's pretty much it.
[sexuality/exes] Hetero. Most people would assume incestuous, but Alecto has never been sexual with her brother, they're just disturbingly close. No one else has ever met her standards, so she remains single.
[turn ons/offs] She is highly turned on by power, strength, domination, pain, violence, death, and blood. She's turned off by weakness, shyness, self-doubt, cautiousness, and submission (this last one is why she's single, all the men she knows are submissive to the Dark Lord at least).

[history] Alecto's father, Duncan, was already an old man when the twins were born. He'd been married once before, but the twins know very little about their poor deceased step-mother. Speculation is that she was poisoned by Duncan's lover, Cassidy Moon. After the suspicious death of his first wife, Duncan married his lover, a woman more than twenty years his junior. And soon after, the twins were conceived. Just as suspiciously as his first wife, all of Duncan's relatives soon passed on as well, leaving Duncan and his new family to be the sole inheritors of the Carrows estate. The problem with this was that the estate was already in disrepair and seriously diminishing. By poisoning the rest of the Carrows, Cassidy assured that all the money-makers and wizards who were working to restore the estate were no more. Thus, the Carrows estate fell into a worse and worse state every year. Duncan was too old to work and refused to let his wife work. So the estate slowly became a worthless inheritance for their children.

Alecto Magaera was born barely a minute after her brother Amycus. From birth they were practically inseparable. As infants, if they were put in separate cribs or anywhere that they couldn't see each other, they would scream until they were together again. Duncan and Cassidy did their damnedest to separate the pair, but it was pretty much futile until they were old enough to understand punishment. Due to their over-dramatic natures, and the fact that the Carrows didn't really have the funds to hire a nanny, Cassidy was forced to take care of her own children. It was practically out of the question at the time, and highly looked down upon, but Cassidy had no choice. So she did as she had to.

Like many up-standing families, Alecto was fawned over by her materialistic and social-conscious mother. Amycus was, of course, doted on by their father who was thrilled to have an heir at his old age. Cassidy did everything she possibly could to turn Alecto into the perfect little lady. She personally taught her daughter to play instruments, to speak in different languages, the proper ettiquite, and a million other things that debutants need to know. However, Alecto spent far too much time with her brother to become the shallow cat that her mother was and wanted her to become. Alecto learned early to be biting and sarcastic and vile and deceitful. These were things she learned from her mother, of course, but she had never known that side of her mother. Cassidy became the perfect society woman after Duncan's first wife and family were gotten rid of. She never let her children see her as anything but perfect. It was unsettling for her to see those traits in her daughter, but at the same time reassuring. With the right drive and intentions, Cassidy knew her daughter could go far further than she ever would.

But unlike her mother, Alecto had no plans to marry for status or title or money. Alecto, actually, doesn't plan to marry at all. She has painfully high standards for her future spouse. The two biggest issues for Alecto are that he must not be submissive and he absolutely must get on with Amycus. The first is difficult because most of the men who would be attracted to Alecto are submissive at least to Voldemort. But the second is twice as hard. Amycus has higher standards for his sister's spouse than even she does. And the coin has two sides. Alecto has never met a woman she would agree to give her brother to. No one is worthy of him. And equally, she knows that he thinks no one is worthy of her. And, to be honest, she's never found a bloke worth ignoring her brother's wishes for.

When the pair entered Hogwarts, the gossip began immediately. About everything from their mother and father's age differences, to how close the two of them really were. Alecto, being at a very impressionable age, spent her first three years at Hogwarts trying to make herself appear better, without changing her relationship with her brother. She thought that if she didn't mention her parents and acted ashamed of them in school, if she had a strong personality, and if her appearance was better, the other students would just forget the rumors about an incestuous relationship. Having been the "chubby girl" all her life, getting obesity genes from both sides of her family, Alecto became anorexic and bulemic. But after the first three years, she realized that nothing would make her peers accept her. They would always suspect horrible things of her family. So she quit trying. But she kept binging and purging, anorexia and bulemia had become an addiction to her. One that still remains.

By her sixth year, Alecto had become callous and angry. She was every bit the rebellious teen, though she kept her grades up as best she could (which wasn't much considering she's not brilliant or anything). She threw around hexes like they were nothing, dealing with the punishments with the attitude of a pre-pubescent child. The summer after her sixth year she got a tattoo of the Dark Mark on the right side of her lower back (she'd seen it on her father's arm previously, found out what it was, and decided that it was her new act of rebellion). She got her real one the following summer, along with her brother. Her parents died within a week of each other soon after. (Her mother's death was suspicious and Alecto soon figured out that her mother's penchant for potions had put their family where it was.) And from that moment the only thing more important to her than the cause was Amycus. She was cruel, relentless, and incredibly sneaky. The two of them managed to finish all their jobs and never once got caught.

[timeline]

[journal sample] Well this is a joy. All the little brats are locked away in their safe haven. As are all their filthy parents and siblings. It's nice to know that, when the time comes, they'll all be in one place for us to exterminate. It's also nice to be able to walk down the street without having to deal with mudbloods. Of course, it does cut down my prey significantly. What's a girl to do when most of her intended victims are locked away in the cupboard? Oh woe is me. I'll have to find some new blood, now won't I? Of course, new blood is hard to come by around here, but I'm sure I'll manage. Europe is a big place, after all. Maybe I'll convince Amycus to come on vacation with me. Or to take me on vacation. We could use a nice get-away. London gets dull and boring after you've killed there so tediously.

Speaking of my brother, I do believe something crawled up his ass and died there. Either that or he's a woman and I never knew. Because he's reacting severely like he has PMT. My PMT is severe enough on it's own. I think I kill far more frequently when I'm under the influence of nature's once a month. But I do believe my brother is on a spree of some sort. I have never heard Amycus snap at me quite as much as he is. And he's kill three of our house-elves this week. We don't have that many to begin with, so I'd like to snap his neck for that little misdemeanor. Not to mention that I've heard the sounds of screams almost non stop for the past few days. And normally, that's okay, I love the sound of screams. But I'm starting to get a migraine. If he doesn't calm down soon, I'm going to feed his cow ass to my sodding snakes.

Not that they need it. Sheba wasn't too pleased with the new anaconda I got. He was just a baby. And I had been hoping to mate them. But apparently she had PMT as well. She bit off his head. I hatched him not three weeks ago and the moment I set him on the bed with the others she just tore into him. And then, of course, the others joined in. When one eats, they all expect to be fed. So I ended up having to feed my babies early. And now I have to get new sheets because there's snake blood all over them. Again. There ought to be a sodding charm to keep this rubbish from staining, but of course not. Anyway, I've babbled enough. Time to go feed my brother to the snakes.
[thread sample] Bored? Oh no. Bored was a word used to describe small children who finished their homework too soon. Alecto was far beyond bored at this point. You could only kill so many people before the authorities caught wind of it. And Amycus seemed to be refusing to travel at the moment. She couldn't bloody understand it, but it was making her mad. She had absolutely nothing to do. With all the mudblood and enemies of the Dark Lord locked away in Hogwarts, she didn't even have anyone to torture or taunt. The snakes were even getting bored of her. She'd taken them all out and curled on the bed with them for hours but more than half of them just slithered away from her. And her brother, well, she hadn't a bloody clue where he was. Which was not only abnormal, but excessively irritating as well. How the hell was Alecto supposed to keep herself entertained if there was no one around and nothing to do? This was absolutely on her very last nerve and she was going to start setting fire to things just to alleviate some of the stress of the predicament!

So she decided to take a walk. Grabbing her traveling cloak, Alecto slipped it onto her shoulders and stepped outside before apparating practically at random. It was someplace she vaguely remembered visiting as a child. At the moment she didn't even recognize it otherwise. So, ha! Amycus could just try and find her here! That's what he got for just up and deserting her after being such an ass all week! He could just wait around and deal with the fact that she could go off without him, too! Because she was walking. The moon was high in the sky, not full, but full enough to be decent light. The streets were practically deserted. And the weather wasn't too bad either. She dropped the hood of her cloak, pulling her hair from beneath it and letting her dark tendrils fall all around her face and shoulders. Then she just started walking. She walked and walked until she came upon a park. And then she sat on one of the swings and just sat and sat. Surely the world couldn't be this boring this late at night.

And she was actually pretty pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't. Coming up the street towards the park was a child who couldn't have been anymore than eleven. He had a pack on his back and a determined look on his face, obviously "running away" from home. Muggle or wizard, it didn't matter. It was a child who looked strikingly like her brother had when he was that age. And considering that she was currently furious with her brother, the child was the one who would feel her wrath. Or so she thought anyway. She was sliding off the swing when a rustle to the left of the child caught her attention. And before she could react, the child was taken down by some beast or man, or something in between. And within moments Alecto sprinted across the playground, wand drawn. Not to save the child, but to take what was rightfully hers. "That belongs to me," she growled, only a foot or so from the beast.