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Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 27, 2010 23:42:45 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm running this lovely little directors-cut-edition of Curse Kameren's life again, with all the little extras I think of going into this thread. Check here every now & then when I write something new: I'm planning on doing a little excerpt from his time in St. Mungo's ward, & possibly quite a few little side things of him & Max. Because I enjoy those. =)
Anyways, to crack this baby off I have Max Kameren's bio from the future (cue twilight zone music). Actually, I've been writing a sort of comic-book-story-thing ever since Accio's slow down, featuring Curse's end & then how his family moves on into the life of Max Kameren. So, here's his bio:
Name: Maxime Kristopher Kameren Age: 19 Birthdate/place: 13-02-2011 Species: human Gender: male Family: Kristopher Curse Kameren – father, deceased Amelia DeVille – mother Alecsander Kameren – uncle Violet Kummings – grandmother Jasper Kummings – grandfather, deceased Helen DeVille – grandmother, deceased Henry DeVille – grandfather
Max is technically quarter-blood, as his father is half and his mother is a muggle, but the Ministry sanctioned titles only go down to half, so we’ll say half.
Appearance: Build/height- Max is the tallest of the Kameren men, standing at 6’5”. He doesn’t handle his height very well, and is excessively clumsy and extremely awkward. He is build very strangely, with the broad shoulders and chest of his father’s side, but with the extreme thinness of his mother’s. He is oddly proportioned then, his body almost in an upside-down triangular shape. General Description- Max is Scottish, Italian, French, and Irish. The Italian and the Irish show through best, with his pale complexion and heavy freckles from his Mother’s Irish descent, and his patch of thick dark, curly hair from his father’s Italian descent. He has long, bony fingers like his father, and a heart-shaped jawline like his mother. He looks to be a healthy mix between his two parents, until you reach his eyes; the deep, dark emerald that only a Kameren could have.
Possessions- the normal living necessities a 19-year-old wizard should own. He also has his father’s old cat, Tabby, who is 12 years old and ornery.
Personality: Temperment/Mental Attributes- Max is a very easy-going guy. He likes to joke and have a good time, and is very easy to get along and make friends with. This is rare for a Kameren.
He is very intelligent, and makes good use of his keen mind. Problem-solving is his best talent, and he is very skilled in many ways of magic, especially potions and dueling. Alliance- Good. His father always strived for goodness, and Max is looking to honor that. Strengths/Weaknesses-
Employment&Education: -Students- House- Year- OWLs/NEWTs-
-Adults- Former House- Gryffindor Job- His father always told him: “Max, if you listen to me about anything, listen to this: don’t go into Law Enforcement.” So, naturally, he is a Junior Auror at the Department of Law Enforcement. Employer- Ministry of Magic OWLs/NEWTs- Mainly E’s.
Other: Magical Skills- nothing, really. He has been looking into possibly becoming an animagus lately. Patronus- giraffe Wand- 13 in, birch. Sphinx tooth core. Goals/Aspirations- To eventually become a full auror and help get the Ministry back to its days of glory under Harry Potter. Other Information- He is completely fluent in both French and English.
History-
Max Kameren was born to a teenage mother the day before Valentine's day, with his teenage father living in a different country, completely unaware of his existence. Amelia and her family gave Max a loving home, though, raising him properly in a muggle household in Beziers, France for the first half of his life. He was a happy child who made friends easily, never questioning the idea of possibly missing some part of his family.
Then, at the age of nine, his grandmother's death resulted in he and his mother moving back to his mother's home country of the UK. It was his grandmother's dying wish to have young Maxime have a complete family: for the young boy to meet his father. His first meeting with his tall, gaunt parent was awkward at best, but he could feel the love his father had for him immediately. They were family.
Max's childhood from there took a very different turn; he entered the magic world with his father, then jumping between the magical and the muggle world between his parents. His father worked at Hogwarts, the school of magic that Max would later attend. He had many adventures around the school, and managed to have the place memorized by the time he was old enough to attend as a student.
Gryffindor was Max's house, the place for the brave and bold at heart. The many adventures he had before being able to attend were doubled during his time as a student, working always under the watchful eye of his father as a professor. He progressed well in his schoolwork, his brilliant mind growing with his prowess in magic. He was hit hard during his final year of Hogwarts, however. Halfway through his final year at Hogwarts, his father's watchful eye closed permanently. Professor Curse Kameren, then 34 years old, collapsed while teaching a class at Hogwarts. He was rushed to St. Mungo's, but the White Death Poison was so deep in his system that there was nothing that could be done for him. Max left Hogwarts early while his father passed away painfully in a hospital bed.
Max was very hurt by his father's sudden departure; he had been told when he was young of his father's impending condition, but he had never thought the day would actually come. Curse Kameren had always seemed so stoic, unmoveable. Invincible. Max graduated early from Hogwarts, wanting to leave the place where his father had breathed his last breath. He moved back to France for a time, this time to Lille, where he studied under expert cursebreakers in preparation for applying at the Ministry. He was an apprentice in France for a year before his training finished, then returning to the Ministry, to apply as a Junior Auror. Max wants to follow in his father's esteemed footsteps, to try to make the world a little better leaving it than when it was when he came.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Oct 18, 2010 17:48:24 GMT -5
A Curse/Max moment of Curse's parenthood that I enjoyed imagining. ^^
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“Dad? Dad? Daaaaad…”
Curse squeezed his eyes shut before opening them, the drunken weight of sleep heavy on his body. It must have been early in the morning, hours before the sun would come up. His emerald eyes almost seemed to glow in the dark as they turned curiously towards the source of his awakening. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up in bed and mumbling something incoherent to his son. Max stared up at his father, his shirtless body revealing the many scars he had earned as an auror. The young boy patiently waited for his father to wake up enough.
“Mm.. ugh… yehm, Max?” Curse looked at his son from below where his hand was on his head.
Max resolved that this was the best he would get from his father at this hour. “Dad, I had a nightmare, and, and, I’m scared, and…”
The boy’s parent nodded knowingly, moving over on his bed and pushing the blankets back. This wasn’t the first time Max had had a nightmare, and this was simply something that parents did. Part of being a father was sometimes giving up a part of your bed to help scare away the monsters in the closet. The young boy climbed up into the bed, sprawling out next to his father. “Thanks,” Max said, muffled into the pillow.
“’Night,” Curse replied, turning over.
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Sharing a bed with a child was difficult to start with, but sharing one with Max was near impossible. The young boy was a violent sleeper. After his fourth kick to the face, Curse slid quietly out of the bed. Rubbing his jaw tenderly, the professor treaded sleepily into their makeshift living room/Curse’s office. He laid down on the couch, the same beaten old couch Curse had used since he was Max’s age. His eyes closed, and he drifted back into sleep.
“…Dad?”
The professor opened an eye, staring tiredly at his son. “Yes, Max?”
“I had nightmares…”
Curse sighed. “C’mon…”
And, with his son curled awkwardly over his father’s scarred body on the lumpy old couch, the Kamerens slept.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 7, 2010 21:17:37 GMT -5
totally stealing Alex's Ministry File idea & doing one for Curse. ^^ MINISTRY FILE NO 3110244825K7NAME: Dr. Kristopher Curse Kameren, DSc --KNOWN ALIASES: Kirk Shillinger, David Smith DOB: 30-08-1994 SEX: Male KNOWN TALENTS AND SKILLS: Potions-Mastery, Parseltongue, Animagus*, Occlumency, Legilimency, Mastery of Ritual Magicks, Concealment and Defensive Magic, Poisons. *see Animagus Registry for description. FAMILY HISTORY:Blood Status: Half-Blooded Biological Parents: Cedric K. Kameren (see Ministry File No. 184226095B9) and Sofia L. Bortadella Known Blood-Related Siblings: Alecsander M. Kameren, half-brother (see Ministry File No. 300219425U9) Biological Offspring: Maxime K. Kameren *First Half-blooded descendant from the Kameren bloodline (See Mysteries Pureblood section K-12, file 2) HISTORY OF ILLEGAL ACTIVITY:*10-06-2008 -- Charged with use of underage Magic, cleared of all charges when Graduate Certificate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was produced. Pardoned by the Ministry and granted use of Magic before age of 17. *15-09-2010-- Subpoena from Law Enforcement Department of the Magical Republic of Italy for the arrest of Kristopher C. Kameren for the alleged murder of Paul Beckett and Giovanni Novella. Has not been extradited. *21-03-2013 -- Prosecuting Auror against Marvolo MacDuff, leader of a magical drug-smuggling ring in southern Ireland. Guilty. *30-04-2013 -- Prosecuting Auror against Craig Freidrich and Mary Lowland for the torture of two muggles. Guilty. *12-06-2013 -- Prosecuting Auror against Diego Rivera, for known Death Eater status and murder of muggle Lauren Fitzgerald. Guilty. *28-09-2013 -- Prosecuting Auror against Paul and John Maury for illegal attempt to hatch a basilisk. Guilty. *12-12-2013 -- Prosecuting Auror, William Hopp for the murder of Dr. Daniel Odinsen. Guilty. *14-02-2014 -- Prosecuting Auror, Henry Dobson for the use of the Cruciatus Curse on a fellow Ministry Worker. Guilty. *16-05-2014 -- Cold Case Prosecuting Auror, Cedric Kameren for the murder of Sophia Bortadella in 2008. Guilty. *20-12-2014 -- Prosecuting Auror, Damien Andalucia for Abuse and Abandonment of adoptive daughter, Bree Andalucia. Not-Guilty. *12-05-2015 -- Convicted for the murder by poison of Emmilynn Douglas. Later found Not-Guilty and released from Azkaban. *22-07-2015 -- Prosecuting Auror against Damien Andalucia for the attempted murder of Emmilynn Douglas. Case halted after Andalucia disappeared. (for more recent prosecutions, see Auror ID History Form B.) MEDICAL HISTORY:Physical Health:Allergies- N/A Injuries- Scar Chart*Under the influence of White Death Poison, a fatal poison that has been kept partially under control by a medicine of Kameren's own invention. Poison is fatal. Prognosis - 8 years. *recent advances in antidote formula have made prognosis unclear. *Partial blindness in left eye due to previous injury from an Auror case in 2018. *Scratched by a werewolf on auror assignment in 2016. Patient was not cursed, but given improved sense of smell, night eyesight, and the Patient has complained of the mark burning on and around full moons. The Patient also seems to have gained an affinity for red meats. Mental Health:*Admitted to St. Mungo's Mental Ward on 02-27-2020. Patient had showed extreme case of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder: hallucinated voices and often figures, as well as extreme paranoia. Patient has been recorded to react violently towards his delusions. Approach with caution. *Patient has exceeded regular intelligence tests consistently since childhood. Considered a savant due to his aforementioned condition, patient shows extreme proficiency in the areas of logic and problem-solving, specifically mathematical. Last recorded IQ score -- 201. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. "So, the infamous Kristopher Curse Kameren..." The Under Secretary glanced up at Curse over his spectacles. "I just worked with your brother, Alecsander. Lovely man." "Yeah, I know," Curse replied, pointing behind him at the office door behind them, "I was there. I was waiting in the hall while you went over his file with him. Remember?" The secretary sighed. Curse rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I've already signed over my bloody paperwork. What am I needed for?" "We have missing information from your file, mainly in the bodily marks section." Curse tensed at the Secretary's words. This was going to be ugly. "The black spot on your right palm, with the silver circle around it? We need disclosure on its cause and purpose." "Oh," The ex-auror replied shortly, standing up from his chair as he looked down at the black spot on his hand. "Well--" --CRACK. With a turn of his heel, Professor Kameren vanished from the Ministry.
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Post by Max Kameren on Apr 13, 2011 23:38:56 GMT -5
ooc: a little snippet of Curse's time in the Mungo's mental ward, when he decides to have Max live with him when he gets out.
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180 days Curse had spent in St. Mungo’s Ward for the Mentally Ill. Therapy, medication, and sitting in his room. 180 times. One Hundred and Eighty. He was keeping a tally of it on his walls; he had transfigured the 5x5 walls of his room into chalkboards that were now scribbled full of physics and mathematical equations, writings, and drawings he had done in his spare time. Here, you had nothing but free time.
Curse Kameren lay on his bed in his 5x5 home, counting the tiles on his ceiling for the 180th time. He was bare-chested, his scars showing in the morning sunlight shining in through his window; he wore a pair of medical scrubs pants, and that was all. His hair was deep brown, no traces of his poison showing on his scalp. The hospital had been taking care of him, far better than he had been taking care of himself for a long time. He hated to admit it, but he knew he had to be here. Now he knew, at least. It was a fight to get him to this point to start with.
A quiet knock sounded on his door. Curse recognized the knock: Nurse Julie. She was always very quiet around him. She was afraid of him. He sighed, ignoring the knock as he continued his counting. The knock sounded again. “K-Kristopher?”
“I signed a privacy waiver when I entered the facility, Julie. You know you can just come in.” His raspy tenor voice sounded strained as he sat up; they had taken his cigarettes away in the first week. He could kill a man for a smoke at this point. He rolled his eyes as the stupid woman knocked again. “Come in, then.”
The door of his room opened halfway, and Nurse Julie stepped in anxiously. “Visitor for you, Kristopher.” She opened the door a little wider, and Curse smiled. “Y-you know the rules, he can only visit with supervision.”
“Of course,” Curse practically leaped off his bed to embrace his visitor. “How are you doing, Max?” He kneeled at eye-level with his son, their identical green eyes meeting. “I drew you something, on the wall. It was your birthday this last week, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” The young boy smiled lightly as he advanced further into the chalkboard room, looking around at his father’s etchings as he sat on the bed. He grinned when he saw the largest drawing in the room: a white, anatomical drawing of a dragon wrapped around the doorframe. “I turned nine. I wish you could have been there. Peter sucks.” Max frowned slightly at the mention of his mother’s newest boyfriend. “What’s that one?” Max pointed to one of the formulas Curse had written next to the dragon.
“Formula calculating the changes in air pressure around a space where elemental magic has been used,” Curse ruffled Max’s hair lightly as he joined him sitting on his bed. “What do you mean ‘Peter sucks’?” Curse understood the feeling; his own mother had had many boyfriends before her death, but he didn’t want Amelia giving Max that same experience. He knew Amelia really cared for this new boyfriend though, so if there was anything he could do to get them all to get along, he would. He wanted Max to have a stable family.
“He doesn’t like me. He told mum he thought I should go to a boarding school for my own good, but I know he just wants to get me out of the way so he can spend more time with mum. He treats me like I shouldn’t be there, like mum made a mistake.” His frown only increased as he kept talking, and Curse put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. He looked up at his father questioningly. “Are you sure you and mum won’t get back together? After you get out of here, that is?”
Curse chuckled when he saw the hope in Max’s expression, looking up at the drawing he had made. “Sorry Max, I’m sure that isn’t going to happen. We were kids when you were born; we’ve changed too much. Besides, you wouldn’t want to spend that much time with me. I’m crazy.” Curse chuckled, but noticed Max wasn’t taking it as lightly as he thought.
“Yes I do!” Curse looked down in surprise at Max to find the utmost sincerity in his face. “Peter’s giving me a choice of either going to boarding school, or living with you when you’re healthy enough. I asked the nurses, and there are classes and therapy you can take that can get you checked for being able to take care of me. I know your brother you said is going to be in charge of you after you get out, and he has to make sure you’re taking your medicine and being good, and I can help him!” There was pleading in his eyes as he put a hand on Curse’s hand. “I only just met you, and Peter’s going to make me go before I get to know you. Kri—err—Dad. Please?”
Curse didn’t know what to say. He stammered, looking between Max and Julie standing in the corner of the room. “Max—I’ll do what I can. I can’t promise you, but I’ll take the classes and do the therapy, and if I check out properly I would love to have you live with me. And if it doesn’t work out, you know my door is always open for you. Okay?”
The young Kameren smiled lightly up at his father, kneeling on the bed to hug him. “Thanks, dad.”
“Anytime,” A faint smile lit up the ex-auror’s face as he embraced his child.
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Post by Max Kameren on May 2, 2011 1:03:25 GMT -5
The Kameren BloodlineThe Kameren family is a clan of exceedingly gifted--yet mostly psychotic--wizards, most of them Death Eaters or into some other form of Dark Magic. They have a long history of being successful and powerful wizards, but are often plagued by mental illness. They're a pureblood family that can be traced back to Medieval England, and modern-day Latvia before that. Through Alex and Curse's grandparents, though, the Kamerens connect to the Malfloy family; just in time for the second war between Lord Voldemort. Now, since the Kamerens were connected by marriage to Luscius and Narcissa Malfloy, they shared the disgrace of the Malfloy family after the Second Rise turned foul. The always-loyal followers of Voldemort were shunned, hated among other Dark Wizards. The Kameren bloodline leaders of the time (Marcellus Kameren and his wife Olivia Malfloy) had no hope for regaining their status, and it was apparent that their relative's son wasn't going to try to redeem himself anytime soon, so the heavy weight of the Kameren's honor laid on the shoulders of Marcellus and Olivia's son, Cedric Kameren. (yes, THE Cedric Kameren, father of Curse and Alex.) Obviously that's a lot of pressure for one kid, so Cedric does his best. He works for a while under Borgin & Burke's, taking pride in a job his Dark Lord once had. He works overseas for a time, working under the fake name Kristopher. Starting the apparent trend of Kamerens having children via one-night stands, Cedric conceives Curse before he returns to America and marries Rosaline, Alex's mum. moving on... So Cedric moves back to England and soon marries a miss Rosaline Black. In a family this twisted through pure-bloodedness, it isn't unusual for marriages of cousins and second-cousins to occur, but thankfully Cedric and Rosaline were fourth-cousins. They have a son--Alex--and from there is where Cedric starts to fall apart, succumbing to the same manic-depressive schizophrenia that made him institutionalize his mother until her death years before. This is about the time when Curse and his mother move to the UK. Cedric snaps once he realizes that Sophia is in the country with apparently his son, and kills her. Rosaline sees this happen, and in a panic Cedric kills her too. He then holds up in his house for a few weeks, holding his Alex as a hostage to keep from going to Azkaban. Alex escapes, Cedric's arrested, you know what goes from there. Kameren Blood CursesIt was an interesting little detail that was added into a few rps that only those with Kameren blood can apparate into the Kameren Estate. Thats only the beginning of a large range of blood-bound spells and characteristics that have added to the odd little quirks of this family over the centuries: -One Kameren cannot kill another. This is why, when Curse dueled Alex under mind control, they both were affected by the same Sectum Sempra spell. Harming another with their blood has a 'Newtons Law' kind of effect, where whatever one Kameren does to the other, the side effect will be equally as painful and, under the right circumstances, deadly. This doesn't apply to Kamerens that are married into the bloodline, however. And it somehow only applies to Kamerens in both name and blood. -All Kamerens are born with magical ability, and most have a talent for it. What, you thought this proud bloodline would suffer squibs? Never. -An accidental blood curse that must have occurred somewhere along the line is the cause of the green Kameren eyes. The offspring of the Kameren line have had that same green color going back more than four generations. -The first born of every first born Kameren of a generation is a male. This was put in place in medieval times, to make sure the family name survived. It has obviously worked, hence the current question of whether Kamerens even can produce females. -No child with Kameren blood can possibly be born to a muggle. This is the only Kameren Blood Curse that has been broken, by Curse Kameren and now by his son, Max. -There are others, often as side-effects of experimenting with the Blood Curses and magical accidents from other curses. The Blood Curses are weak in their old age, and as the bloodline grows thinner, many of the spells are wearing off. The Kameren Estate There isn't much to say about this place besides that it's an old English castle in Stonehenge, England. It's been refurbished on the inside to give it a more Victorian feel, but there are still many secret passageways and other secrets along the old bricks, many that haven't been unlocked for centuries. And also, though I've already mentioned it, no one but those with Kameren blood and name can apparate directly into the castle. It is currently uninhabited, as neither Curse nor Alex wants to live there. Its getting run-down, and they may need to figure out what to do with the estate soon.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Jun 27, 2011 14:31:58 GMT -5
"Dad... dad, stop. I think you're doing it wrong. Aren't you supposed to put milk in it?"
"It says 'instant' on it, doesn't that mean it's ready out of the package? Either way, you hate milk." Curse looked down his nose through his glasses at the box in Max's hands. His whisk in the mixing bowl slowed.
"Yeah, but you can't make pancakes without it." Max rolled his eyes. Kris Kameren: Best Mind of his Generation. Also, couldn't conquer a box of instant pancakes. The young wizard turned it around, round green eyes examining the package for ingredients. "See? Directions, right here. Add: one cup Milk and two eggs. We're putting blueberries in it too, right?"
"Whatever you like. Just not Lucky Charms, like last time. Won't make that mistake again," Curse left the mixing bowl in Max's hands as he went to the refrigerator, pulling out the listed ingredients. He laid them out next to Max, trusting the boy to put them in the mixture as he washed the blueberries.
"If I recall, the Lucky Charms were your idea..." Max smiled wryly as he measured out the milk and poured it in the mixture. Yuck, how could something as nasty as milk go into something as good as pancakes? It didn't make sense. Then again, there were lots of nasty things that went into his father's life-saving potions as well. He cracked the eggs, opening them into the bowl. "Sorry, chickens..."
"They were not my idea, and you know it." Curse laughed, standing behind his son who was sitting on a stool as he dropped the blueberries into the mixture. "Hold on, you got a bit of shell in it," Curse picked the egg shell out, before the two mixed the batter together together, Curse's hand covering Max's on the whisk.
Max laughed. "Eew, it looks like bogeys with the blueberries in it."
The pan sizzled on the stove when Curse dropped oil in it, glancing over at the batter. "You know we have to eat that in a moment, right? Who do you know who has bogeys that white anyway? I suppose I probably could, on a bad day..." Curse and Max chuckled. It took the sense of humor of a ten-year-old to make bogey jokes over breakfast, which luckily Max's twenty-seven-year-old father shared that immaturity. "Bring it here, so we can pour it in."
The youngest Kameren gladly brought the bowl over for his father, placing it carefully on the counter next to the stove. Max had learned the hard way how hot the stove got so quickly, and now he avoided it. Curse poured the batter into the pan, the sizzling only getting louder as it went. "Can I give Tabby some milk?"
"Sure, just put the saucer on the floor. Don't want cat hair in our food."
Max nodded, pulling a stool over to get a saucer out of the cabinet. He placed it on the floor, splashing milk onto it for the cat. "TABBY!" Max shouted, making Curse wince behind him from the volume. Max went after the cat as Curse's cell phone rang.
"Hello? Amy, I can't right now, we're having breakfast. No, Arianna isn't here, she doesn't spend the night. Yes, it's eleven, it's also a Saturday..."
Minutes passed, both Kamerens off out of the kitchen. Max was the first to re-enter the room, a struggling Tabby in his arms and scratch-marks on his arms. He immediately dropped the cat, hurrying back out the door. "DAD! DAAAAD! Get off the phone! It's burning!" Max pointed at the smoke coming out of the kitchen just as the smoke alarm went off.
"Shhhit. Got to go, Amelia." Curse snapped the phone shut as he followed Max into the kitchen, narrowly avoiding stepping on the cat. He switched off the stove, taking the pan off and setting it on a cold burner. Max coughed in the smoke, Curse dissolving as much as he could with magic as he opened the windows. He groaned, running a hand through his hair as he turned to his son. "Max, I'm sorry..."
"It's fine," Max smiled as he squinted through the smoke, laughing as he saw the sad black lump that was going to be their pancakes. "I knew we'd mess it up somehow."
Curse laughed, picking his son up under one arm as he flopped the charred mess into the garbage. "Should we just go to that breakfast place down by Eden's?"
"Sounds good."
"Go put shoes on, then. I've got to tell the neighbors everything's fine." Max laughed as he headed upstairs, Curse heading out the back door to the yard, where their neighbors were already outside watching the smoke escape the Kameren's kitchen.
ooc: Another little Max & Curse snippet. I don't show them just having fun as much in rp, but they really do live together well even when they're starting the kitchen on fire. ^^
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Post by Curse Kameren on Jul 11, 2011 9:20:12 GMT -5
"Karen, what is this?"
"You can read, it's your Junior assignments."
"Yeah, I got that far. What is this?" Curse dripped coffee on his paperwork as he shoved a thin finger at the file on top of the pile, arching a dark brow at the Head. "Is this some kind of joke?"
The tall auror pursed her lips, treading over slowly and taking the file from his hand. "Junior Auror File: Alecsander M. Kameren. I don't understand what's supposed to be funny." Her dark blue eyes looked the younger Senior Auror up and down judgmentally, taking in his regularly haphazard appearance. "Did you take that bloody drunken potion again, Kameren? If I catch you with it again I'm sending your ass to the Cell Hall--"
"What? No!" Curse shook his head, snatching the file out of Karen's hand and placing his coffee on his desk. "I just want to know more about this Kameren kid. Are we related?"
Karen looked down her nose at Curse, frowning in a no-nonsense manner. "I'm hardly an expert on your family tree, Kameren. You can find out more when you go pick him up from orientation. The others have all picked theirs up, you're the last one."
The Senior Auror rolled his eyes, trudging off down the halls of the Auror Offices of the Ministry with Karen in tow. Karen stepped ahead of him when they got to the orientation room, pursing her lips authoritatively as she stepped through the doorway. Curse followed, his emerald eyes curious as they fell onto an identical pair of eyes. The two men looked eerily similar, each giving the other a confused look.
How was this possible? The Junior was obviously a few years younger, possibly three or four. So they would have overlapped at Hogwarts at least a year. How had he not run into this Alecsander M. Kameren before? Piercing green eyes scrutinized him in the same fashion, though the younger wizard didn't display surprise. He didn't display any emotion, really. Good, that would prove useful in this department.
"Alecsander, let me introduce you to your mentor," Karen crossed her arms, standing between the two tall, thin wizards with a hard look on her face, "this is Detective-Inspector Kristopher C. Kameren, Order of Merlin First Class. He's our youngest Senior, but don't think that means he's inexperienced."
Curse's eyes didn't move from the new Junior as he tried to temper his surprise to keep it from meeting his face. He held out a scarred hand.
"Call me Curse. Everyone does."
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Post by Curse Kameren on Jul 17, 2011 5:03:18 GMT -5
Professor Kameren sat in his office in the Hogwarts dungeons, his hands steepled in front of him. He gave the student across from him a hard look, arching a brow skeptically at the young Slytherin. He had to be in either his fourth or fifth year, he couldn't tell exactly as the two were mixed together by proficiency in his classes. The blond boy just stared forward defiantly, looking through the professor as if he wasn't there, like he didn't matter.
"Mister... Malfloy, correct?" The Potions Master arched a brow at him, but the boy didn't give him a proper response. Curse sighed, opening the bottom drawer of his desk. "You know, I hardly think that this..." He laid a potion bottle on the table between them, half-filled with a watery yellow liquid. "Is an adhesive potion, don't you think?" Any of the cheer in Curse's face drained out of it as he glared at the boy with sharp emerald eyes. "To be honest, I'd pity any man who pissed adhesive potion, wouldn't you?"
The Malfloy boy didn't voice a reply, but a small smirk cocked his mouth to one side when he looked at the 'potion'.
Curse ran a hand through his hair, growing frustrated with the boy. "You know, I would have been happy to fail you without this little chat, if it weren't for the parchment that went with it." His green eyes met the pale blue, and the boy smiled. The Professor took something from his desk again, a short piece of parchment, and handed it across the desk to his student. "Can you read it for me, please? It's only proper if it's read in the proper voice."
The Slitherin's gaze turned poisonous on Kameren, but he snatched the parchment away anyway. He cleared his throat, his pale eyes flashing from the parchment to his professor then back again. "Go..." Curse beckoned him onwards as the boy stalled. "Go fuck a Muggle."
"Did you write that?" Curse's gaze was steady on the boy.
"Yes," the Malfloy boy replied evenly.
"Thank you," Curse replied simply, folding his hands on his desk. "I was afraid at first that this was a way of insulting my teaching skills, rather than my son's mother. I'm glad you made that distinction." The professor held out a hand for the parchment, which the boy reluctantly handed back. The professor straightened, meeting the boy's eyes levelly and without a hint of anger. This wasn't the first time the muggle-born Kameren had to deal with blood bigotry in his lifetime. "I'm guessing what offends you is my name, as I'm sure not every professor with a muggle parent gets gifted a bottle of piss from you. We're cousins of a sort, aren't we? My father Cedric and your father Draco are cousins, and our grandparents siblings. My half-blood status and my Kameren name don't go quite well together, I understand that..."
The professor trailed off, his eyes meeting the boy's. "But, you see, the funny thing about parents is you don't get to choose which ones you get. I wouldn't have chosen to destroy a centuries-old pureblood line if I got the choice, but things don't work that way." Curse folded the parchment and put it away, handing the potion bottle back to Malfloy to do with it what he liked. "Now, I'm taking twenty points from Slytherin. Please, don't do something like this again. I would like to not get the Headmaster in on the punishment, but if it continues I might have to."
He stood as the boy did, Professor Kameren watching him as he turned to leave. "Oh, and Malfloy..." The Slytherin turned, paling slightly when he saw the dangerous glint in his teacher's eyes. "My boy, Max, came to me yesterday with a bloody nose, saying some Slytherins hexed him in the hallway and said something about his 'filthy muggle parents'. That couldn't have been you, could it?"
The boy paled with fear, shaking his head limply.
"Good, see that it doesn't happen again." The professor's eyes flashed angrily as he magically closed the door.
ooc: A bit of a glimpse into a little scene from Hogwarts (featuring a canon character, Scorpius Malfloy), showing both a bit of Curse's life at school, and also his struggles with the pureblooded elite. I'd imagine, as the first muggle-born of an otherwise pure line, Curse is frequently met with hostility from blood-purists, that or he's mistaken for Alex. I don't get to very often show it, however, as the people here at Incendio are so very forgiving to those such as Curse.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Aug 3, 2011 11:11:53 GMT -5
"You know, dad, we have a remote to turn off the telly..." Max's round emerald eyes rolled upwards at his father with a cheeky smirk.
"You know, smarty pants, I can turn off the telly when it's bedtime however I like." Curse pointed at the telly, turning it on and off again for good measure. He reflected his son's smirk back at him before the television suddenly turned back on. Curse turned it back off. Again, it was on. Max laughed. "Alright, where's the remote..."
"I don't know!" Max giggled, squirming beneath Curse's grip as his father grabbed him. It was in his hands of course, held tightly behind his back. He pushed at his dad's hands as he tried to grab for it, laughing. "C'mon, you're a bit powerful wizard! Grab the remote!" He laughed as he taunted his dad, pushing off the couch with his feet to get further away. He gripped on of his dad's arms right in his small fingers. "C'mon... hey!"
Max's fingernails broke through Curse's skin. Curse let go in a flash, keeping his poisonous blood away from his son as he quickly mended the scratch. Max screamed. "Max?!" Curse looked his son over frantically. Did he miss a drop? He found the culprit quickly; four identical scratches to the ones Max had just given him were boring into his son's arm, seemingly by nothing at all.
"Dad! Dad, what's going on?!" Max's panicked eyes searched his father for any answers. "Ow - make it stop!"
"Hold still," Curse took his son's arm, his brow furrowing as he tried to soothe the scratches as the dug in. He couldn't stop them from happening, but he could keep his son from hurting. Max cried, confusion and pain on his face. The scratches ripped much slower than the ones Max had given Curse. Curse supposed it was because of how young Max might be, but he wasn't sure. He hadn't been able to test the Kameren blood curses at Max's age. Curse's fingers glowed a soft gold as he mended the scratches when they finished appearing.
Max's wide, scared eyes watched his father carefully. "...Dad?" His voice was sheepish, as if talking to Curse would spark the curse to go again.
"It's fine, Max. We just have to be more careful." Curse smiled reassuringly at his son, leaning in and kissing him on the top of the head as he rubbed over the newly mended skin on Max's arm. "We Kameren's are a bit weird."
"I know that," Max snapped quietly, turning in toward's his dad's embrace as he clutched at his arm.
"Well, more than usual. We have these strange sort of spells on our bloodline, like the one you just saw. One Kameren can't hurt another one." Max didn't reply to Curse's statement, just snuggled in further to his father's warmth with a limp nod.
"But I didn't mean to hurt you, we were just playing..."
"I know Max, but the curses are a bit dull. It sees a scratch and figures there's an attack. Here," Curse turned his arm over under Max's hand, the boy's fingers grazing a long, smooth scar over the back of his forearm. "You see this scar? Where have you seen it before?"
It took a moment for his son to realize, but he stated it simply as he felt the long line from forearm to elbow. "Alex. Alex has the same scar."
"It was from a duel, a few months before I met you."
"Why were you fighting Alex?" Max's eyes glanced up at his father curiously, but the way Curse set his jaw told him he wasn't going to get a complete answer. Max took the remote control, pressing the button to switch the telly off.
"It was a bit complicated, Max. Time for bed." Curse scooped Max up in his arms, rising from the couch and carrying him up the stairs.
ooc: A little excerpt from Curse/Max together, where Max learns about the Kameren Blood Curses the hard way. I don't know if this scene is finished yet, I might add more.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Nov 27, 2011 2:34:09 GMT -5
"What - What are you doing? Get out of the way. You'll kill me if you try to mix it with a bloody spoon. Potions Master my arse..." Curse Kameren pushed St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries's premiere Potions Master out of the way with a haughty shove, rolling his eyes. He had long since operated on the idea that everyone was an idiot save for him, apparently his fellow Potions Masters weren't any different.
"Auror Kameren - "
"That's Senior Auror, damnit. I may be young but I still earned the bloody title."
"Well, Senior Auror then. St. Mungo's is not your personal Potions brewery, and you mustn't treat it as such!"
Curse's hand paused as he measured an ingredient, and he turned to look at the Potions Master. A dark scowl darkened his face, and the few flecks of white strands of hair in his brown mop seemed to multiply. "Well, 'Potions Master', with all due respect, you don't know how to make a White Death poison antidote. I do. And since I'm the one who's poisoned, I think I'll trust my own abilities over yours." He turned back to the cauldron, an impatient edge to his tone. 'Big Bad Curse Kameren', they called him, and it was for good reason. "Good day, sir."
The angry huff of the Potions Master was hardly heard by Curse over the cauldron's bubbling. There was commotion going on behind him as the Master stormed out, but Curse paid it no mind. This antidote was his masterpiece, his biggest contribution to potioneering. It was also his savior; hopefully, with a few years more research, this potion used only to hold him over would be able to cure him completely. He wasn't going to be taken down so easily, especially not by Damien Andalucia. A satisfied smirk tweaked at his lips as the potion turned a silvery green, just as he'd anticipated. He crossed his arms triumphantly, observing his handiwork.
"Kameren." Curse grunted in reply, but that didn't appear to be good enough. "Kameren. Kristopher Curse Kameren, you turn around right now."
Curse arched a brow, looking over his shoulder at who dared speak to him in such a way. A very short, very young witch glared up at him with a no-nonsense look, a hand on her green robed hip. "I'm sorry, but aren't you a bit young to be my mother?"
"Kameren, you've done enough. Get on the gurney."
He crossed his arms, turning to face the pushy young healer. "I don't take orders from healers-in-training."
"You do now. Get. On. The gurney."
"No."
"DO IT." The young lady's outburst startled the auror enough that he found himself obeying. He took a seat on the gurney, glaring at the tiny woman all the while. Her stubborn look softened slightly when he obliged, but not enough for him to test her again. "Thankyou."
"Who the hell are you?" Curse looked at the girl, incredulous.
"Miss Callahan, to you."
"Pleasure." The auror replied shortly through grit teeth.
ooc: Curse's first time at St. Mungo's for his poison illness, First meeting Elle. Elle dear, I hope you don't mind me using you in this one, if it's not okay then I can take this down. ^^
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 9, 2011 21:55:24 GMT -5
[ca. 2027]
"I can't believe you're taking the bloody job."
"What choice do I have?" The strain of Curse's voice spoke of the pain he was in on St. Mungo's hospital bed. He reflected his wife's glare back at her, but in truth he couldn't blame her. She was pregnant with their second daughter, and Violet was still so young. Curse wasn't home enough for Violet already, taking up the position of Headmaster was only going to make matters worse. "Siara's stepping down, and I'm deputy. What will Hogwarts do if I don't take the job? Let bloody Ulysses Holland run the school - "
"Yes, if he is up to it." Arianna's round dark eyes were hard on her husband, but Curse could tell underneath it all she was pleading with him. He couldn't leave her with two young kids for nine months of the year. He didn't want to either, but he was too deeply involved at Hogwarts. He couldn't leave his students, but he also couldn't stand the look Arianna was giving him. "Curse, these are your kids. If you aren't here for them now, you're going to miss everything."
You're dying, was what she meant to say. You're already losing time with them, don't sacrifice more. Curse sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair. The feeling made his fingers feel like they were on fire; the procedure he underwent to fight the poison was very painful, but the years had taken the edge off. He allowed family to see him this way now, but still not his daughter. She was too young, she shouldn't have to deal with her parent's illness. That time would come too soon. "Ari, I don't want to, but - "
"Then don't."
"I have to." He locked eyes momentarily with his wife, before looking down in shame. He was a terrible father.
Her cool hand touched his on the bed. The contact hurt him, but he didn't shy away. He lifted his eyes to her, sighing tiredly. "Come here." She joined him on the bed, her hands resting on her bulging belly as he wrapped his arms around her. "I'll try to find a replacement, it will only be temporary. I just can't let Holland take Headmaster. I need to find someone else able to take the position."
"Only temporary."
"Only temporary." He kissed Arianna on the head, nuzzling her and closing his eyes.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Apr 21, 2012 16:26:14 GMT -5
"We've found it." Curse Kameren sat in the hospital chair with his head in his hands, slumped over.
"Kris, this isn't the end." Healer Bonham put a hand on the professor's back, but his comfort wasn't doing much. Curse's shoulders rose and fell with deep breathing, trying to keep calm. "We can keep going. There has to be a way to make it stronger."
"I'm too far gone. You know as well as I do." Deep breaths, trying to keep calm. They had run out of time without even realizing. Their cure couldn't fix him. He was cold. This was his death sentence. How had it gone by without him even realizing? "We can keep working as long as we like, it won't change the fact my condition's too progressed to be affected by the antidote." His voice cracked when he spoke and he cut himself off to keep from continuing.
"Kris - "
"I'm dead."
Curse's cutting comment made Bonham pause, but he pressed on. "Kris, this antidote won't cure you completely, but it will help you. It will slow the poison down, give you more of a life."
"What kind of life can I have?" Curse finally looked up, his dark green eyes piercing the healer. "How can I raise my son counting down the days until I can't be there for him anymore?!"
A silence fell between the two, with Curse falling into his crushed depression. There was no hope, not anymore. There was no cure. What now? "I can't do it. I let my family watch me slowly die. I..." He put his head in his hands again, his fingers pulling at his whitening hair. There was no curse. There was nothing to do.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Nov 13, 2012 2:41:19 GMT -5
[September, 2029]
creak, creak, creak, creak... Curse rhythmically rocked the baby carrier back and forth on the chair next to him in St. Mungo's waiting room. The creaking was irritating to everyone but the baby in the carrier; Evelyn was only sleeping now because of it, and when he stopped moving her she would soon wake up again. Arianna snuggled into his other shoulder. The married couple were glassy-eyed and dazed, as they often were since the birth of their second child nearly a year ago. However, it was a labor of love. One, with Curse's current prognosis, they were considering doing again.
But with months of trying and very little luck, they eventually ended up once again in St. Mungo's. Curse suspected he was probably the problem, as recently his condition had been getting worse; his joints were stiffening and the tremors in his muscles never stopped, making his movements labored and heavy. He'd recently been given a cane to aid in his troubles, but He hadn't let himself use it yet. He didn't want to give up that sliver of his dignity; he could move on his own for the moment, and he would keep moving on his own for as long as he could. He'd rather hurt his joints than his pride.
"Mr. and Mrs. Kameren?"
The couple perked up at the sound of their name. Arianna stood dutifully and Curse followed slowly, more for Evelyn's sake than his aching body; a screaming child wasn't going to make this visit any easier. They quietly filed into the office, with Curse now swinging the baby carrier gently back-and-forth with one hand. He grasped Arianna's hand tightly with his free hand, looking down worriedly at her before the healer began. They stood in silent wait as the healer fidgeted with the parchment on his clipboard. The action told Curse enough, but he needed to hear it from the healer's mouth.
"Well, I'm afraid it's not good news."
A depressed sigh sounded out of Arianna, but there was very little reaction from Curse; his green eyes bored down at the ground. He looked as if a shadow had passed over him. He felt his wife's eyes on him. They felt heavy, as if he'd be crushed by her sadness. So their trying was futile; no matter what they did, their family would remain the same.
"Kris," Ari squeezed her husband's hand and it snapped him out of his own thoughts.
"I'm fine."He met her eyes an put his arm around her. He wasn't fine, he very much wasn't. He felt like less of a man now, though he knew he probably shouldn't. After everything the sickness took, it still continued. Now it took the chance of having another child from them. He couldn't give Arianna the family she wanted. After years of not wanting kids, now that they had two, he was happy. And now that they wanted to continue, the sickness took it from them again.
"There are other options, of course. Adoption, for instance. There's Harkness House..."
"We'll have to think about it, thank you." Curse's deep rasp was labored as he held his wife in one arm and his daughter in another. Evelyn: his youngest, and she would stay that way. This was a sign, he figured. This was Fate telling them to maintain what they had, that they couldn't afford to push any further forward. It would be better this way. They had room in their hearts for more, but it wasn't for them. They had two beautiful daughters, and that was enough.
As the Kamerens left the hospital, Curse wrapped his free arm around his wife once again. He kissed her on the head, his face nestling for a moment in her soft red waves. "I'm sorry, Ari."
She stopped and met him with a glassy gaze and a sweet smile. "You have nothing to be sorry for. We have two amazing daughters together, and Max, and Eden. I couldn't be happier."
Curse smiled his crooked smile, kissing his wife. She couldn't be more right.
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Post by Curse Kameren on Dec 24, 2012 2:48:24 GMT -5
I tiny hand, wrapped around a long, thin finger.
The baby lay in a tiny bed with a top case covering her, spells flashing across the surface of the plastic dome as she slept. She was so small, even for an infant, but she was perfect. Her skin was a porcelain glow, with touches of rose on her face. Wisps of red hair stuck up from her head. Her face changed and emoted with her difficult sleep. Her tiny chest rose and fell with labor, much more trouble than one so little as her should have. Though she gripped his finger, it was a weak hold. Her little lungs grunted and wheezed with her weakness. Her grip would tighten and loosen as she struggled, but the finger would remain there for her to hold on to. For as long as she needed him, the rest of her life, he would be there to hold her hand.
"Come on, baby girl..." Curse watched the little girl with patience. It had been a hectic day; he'd taken the train with Max to Hogwarts, only to find out when he got into Hogsmeade Station that Arianna was in labor. He skipped out on his first Opening Feast as Deputy Headmaster to be with his wife and welcome their first child into the world. Their struggles with having a child wouldn't end so easily, and their daughter was born with heart troubles. Their baby was rushed into surgery, and a few worried, tearful hours later, she emerged healed. She wasn't out of the woods yet, but things were looking up. She had to make it through the next few days safely. This one would be the hardest.
Arianna was asleep in her hospital room, exhausted by their struggles and trials throughout the day.While she slept, he kept watch over their daughter. They hadn't decided yet on a name for their baby girl, they would discuss it later. For now they just wanted her to be healthy. They couldn't lose another child.
He frowned as her grip loosened on his finger once more. "We need you, little girl. You're our family, and you haven't been here nearly long enough. I want to get to know you. I want to watch you grow, and I want to teach you things. I want to see those wide eyes open. I want to see your smile." He smiled , stroking her rosy cheek with a finger. "I want to see you be smart and beautiful, like your mum."
The grip on his finger tightened, and he smiled.
ooc: not sure if I want to keep this as a SYMHM, or maybe explore it in an rp. Arianna, what do you think?
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Post by Curse Kameren on Aug 25, 2013 18:41:46 GMT -5
Ooc: Alright, here I’m retconning a bit of Curse’s history and combining some things: specifically, the Azkaban ‘death of Emmi Douglas’ plot from years ago, with Curse’s ‘kidnapping’ by Mosrael as Head Auror. Instead of being broken out of prison, he is released after Alex, Siara, Karen, Arianna, Et. Al. prove his innocence. However, in his vulnerable state in Azkaban is where Mosrael tied herself to Curse. He is still unaware of her control over him at this point. This is the day of Curse’s release, a rare day of peace for him.
Ic: “God. I’m quite an ugly sight now, aren’t I?” Pale fingers pulled at the carved up face in the mirror, stretching the thin, diagonal scar on his cheek that toted his nose along with it. Curse Kameren hadn’t seen his own reflection in three months, and thank Merlin for that: His hair was a dusty white, disheveled and dirty, and his face was sunken with trauma. It all was accented by an injury sustained in Azkaban: a long, thin gash spanning across his face from his right eyebrow to the left corner of his mouth, taking a small sliver out of the bridge of his nose. Scabs of blood still crusted along the red gash, and Curse was wary that touching it too much would reopen the wound. It was already too far healed to fix the scar, he would have to get used to the new disfigurement. “What do you think, Karen?”
Karen crossed her arms from the connected dressing room, leaning on the bathroom door frame. “I think the outside is accurately reflecting what’s within.” She tossed a wet rag at the back of his head. He saw her in the mirror and caught it with a half-smile. He closed the door to the bathroom, but could hear Karen’s muffled voice in the other room calling to him. “Clean the grime off, you might look a bit less ghastly. When you’re done we can get to the Ministry to pick up your things.”
Curse nodded with the washcloth shrouding his face. His wandless magic was more or less gone at the moment, everything had to be done the muggle way. He would retrieve his wand at the Ministry, if they hadn’t broken it down after his sentencing. “Karen?”
“What?”
“…You haven’t seen Arianna, have you?” The scar bothered him. He didn’t recognize himself like this. It might bother Ari just as deeply, and that was what upset him. Even though Curse was a free man, Azkaban had changed him. He wasn’t quite sure how yet, but something was different. The climate of his mind was changing. He just hoped it was changing into someone she could still love.
“She’s in Italy at the moment, but she’s flooing in this afternoon to see you.”
“Alright, good.” A weight was lifted off his shoulders. His fear abated when he changed from his Azkaban robes into a muggle shirt and jeans. The muggle clothes were probably Alex’s doing, he mused.
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