Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 2, 2010 2:44:09 GMT -5
Full Name: Dr. Kristopher Curse Kameren, DSc. Order of Merlin First Class, and Honorary Member of the Wizengamot
Nickname/Alias/Titles: Kris, Curse, his students tend to call him either 'Professor' or 'That crazed bloody...'
Male/Female: Male
Age: 26
Birthdate: August 30th, 1994 (? it's 2020 in this board, right?)
Species: Half-Blood Wizard, and proud, for if he wasn't partially muggle, he would surely be insane.
Birthplace: Chicago, Illinois
Family:
Amelia DeVille- mother of Max, muggle. 27.
Maxime 'Max' Kristopher Kameren- Son, unknown. 9.
Cedric Kameren- Father, currently locked in Azkaban for a life sentence. 47
Alecsander Kameren- Brother
Violet Cummings- Adoptive Mother, 76
Jasper Cummings-Adoptive Father, 78
Sophia Bortadella- Mother, deceased.
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Height + Build: Kameren is built tall and lean, but extremely strong for his thin frame. He is 6'3", with little visible muscle.
Eyes: Emerald Green, with a stripe of gray through his left eye where he was once hit with a curse as an auror. He has a grey stripe in his vision also because of it.
Hair: Dark Brownish-Black. It is speckled with white strands, with may multiply or disappear based on the amount of White Death Antidote in his system. He has been keeping it cut short lately, but it still tends to jut out all over the place.
Physical Attributes/Description: Curse Kameren is a wreck of a man; at 25, he has more damage to his body than most men three times his age. He has scars riddled across his body, most prominently a jagged one from his right eyebrow, across his nose, and finally coming to an end near the left side of his mouth. This scar causes Curse to smile 'crookedly', with his right side of his mouth opening wider than his left. Most of his bodily damage is mainly cosmetic, and doesn't disable him in any way; though a scar over his left eye often makes his eyelid drop slightly.
The young Wizard's face is round and bony, with protruding cheek bones and a crooked nose. He often has stubble on his chin as he often neglects to shave. His face is weathered more than an average 26-year-old. It is the face of a young man who learned his lessons the hard way; a young man who had to mature much too quickly.
Clothing: Curse favors muggle clothing for it's superior comfort over Wizarding Robes. He tends to wear dark-washed jeans with an oxford shirt (usually with the sleeves pushed up) and a thin tie of varying colors. He has a roughly beaten pair of navy Chuck Taylor high tops that are literally the only pair of shoes he owns. He sometimes wears dark-rimmed glasses.
Personal Items: Curse lives with his son in the same apartment he's lived in most of his life, a medium-sized 2-bedroom apartment. They have a cat, Tabby, who is two years old and a 'frisky little git' according to Curse, and Lucy, the aging boa constrictor who is Curse's closest friend.
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Good, Evil, or Neutral: Strictly Neutral. The last thing Curse wants is to be dragged back into the foolish wars of Wizards. At least, he thinks that.
Temperament/Mental Attributes:
Curse's most important attribute, the one that dictates all other traits of his personality, is his immense intelligence. He graduated with his bachelor's degree in Physical Science at the age of twelve. He is a brilliant mind, his grasp of logic and problem-solving easily the best of his generation. He can pick up quickly on concepts other would take years to study. His progress in magic is far beyond his years, and his vast experience makes him an expert in several fields, muggle and wizard. His I.Q. has been recorded in multiple tests across his life, and has averaged and sometimes exceeded 199. Since childhood, this gift has both helped and hurt Kristopher in his endeavors.
A side effect of his differing thought patterns is Curse's eccentric demeanor. His odd way of thinking leads him to go about normal tasks in more "creative" ways, in ways that are often considered socially unacceptable. His thoughts and his words are linearly connected; he does not filter himself to spare other's feelings. A social disconnect stops Curse from truly understanding many of the people around him, though he can usually read their appearance and body language enough to predict them. To Curse, most human beings are only subjects for observation.
Curse has a rather taboo and unique way of dealing with his 'condition', as he refers to his gift. Each day Curse takes a series of potions that effectively 'dumb him down', in order for him to be able to live the life of a normal human being. Without them, he views others as he views animals; passively. Without feeling, or interest. He simply cannot relate. He keeps this method a secret from everyone, even those closest to him; he knows the wouldn't understand.
In another person Curse respects kindness, intelligence, honor, patience, and wit. He is immediately impressed by people who can match wits with him, and even more so by someone who will challenge or outsmart him.
Over the last few years, Curse has developed a foolproof way of keeping his secrets without being too obvious; he's gone from a man of few words, one with obviously many secrets, to an incessant chatterbox. He speaks almost constantly, but often really about nothing. He figures if he bombards someone with useless words long enough, they'll be so tired of his voice they won't want to ask any more questions.
This intelligence mixed with eccentricity is often misinterpreted for arrogance. His sarcastic way of thinking and inability to regard other's feelings pushes his reputation even farther into a conceited mask. But in all honesty, Curse Kameren constantly doubts himself. He is a slave to trauma, a victim of the many terrible things he's seen. He misinterprets his genius for invincibility, and blames himself for not being quick or clever enough when he loses someone close to him. The guilt rules him, tears him apart from the inside out. Eventually, he realized, he would have to deal with it. Slowly he began to trust himself more, but he is still very much a work in progress.
One thing most positive about Curse's personality is his tremendous heart. He constantly wants the best for people, and does his best to make that happen no matter who it is. His love for his friends and family knows no bounds. He would go to the ends of the earth to do anything for them. Curse's trust and loyalty is difficult to earn, but if you do, you will have his loyalty for life.
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Former House: Ravenclaw
Job Position: Potions Master, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. He also does research for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in his spare time.
Employer: Hogwarts.
Career Goals: With the release of his Ministry files, Curse is just trying to keep himself and his son safe from his enemies for as long as he can.
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Magical Skills: Animagus, Parseltongue, and a few other certain dark magics he refuses to perform or even acknowledge he has.
Patronus: Owl.
Wand: Curse lost his wand long ago, in a battle as a part of the Ministry. He now works entirely in wandless magic.
Goals/Aspirations: Curse is shaken by the realization of how little time he has left before the poison takes him, and is now trying to make plans and decisions to help those that will succeed him after his time has come.
Other Information:
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History:
Taken from File 4636 of St. Mary's Institution for the Mentally Ill:
Kameren, Kris C. "Curse". Rehabilitation Log/Request for Release Form C: Patient History/Rehabilitation Check-up:
"Wait, so you want my history?"
Examiner: yes, Mr. Kameren
"Dr. Kameren. Paid twenty thousand pounds for that bloody title, better use it."
Examiner: -sigh-
"Fine, here we go. And remember--you asked for this.
I was born in Chicago, Illinois in late August. It was just my mother. My mother and my father hardly knew each other, actually. Just well enough for.. well.. me, I suppose. My mother was from a large family of Italian immigrants. She had four brothers and three sisters, and she was the youngest of them all. I had many cousins and my family ran a restaurant, but I was never happy there. I never really fit, you know? I'm not sure exactly why. I knew my mother didn't want me--hence the 'Curse'--and that the rest of the Bortadella's looked at me like I was a black spot on their crystal clean record. That's why I was named Kameren: I didn't belong with them.
They did finally decide I was useful, though, around toddler-age, I'm told. That's when all my 'gifts' started. As soon as I was talking I was reading, ten tying my shoes, then making completely functional wind torrents out of Lego parts... Anyways. They had me checked out by a psychologist. I believe my first IQ screening ranged somewhere in the 170's, and I had a mind extremely adept for numbers and sciences. Naturally, I was immediately signed up for any schooling the government could get for me; they're not going to put a good mind like mine to waste. They would send my mother living checks for my school funding and expenses. But those checks never made it to the schools. Instead I was sent by my family into public school. I raced through the education levels there. Can you imagine your first day of high school at seven years old? I can."
Examiner: Dr. Kameren...
"Oh, I'm getting off track aren't I? Sorry, moving on. Anyways, later on the government finally got wind of what my bloody mother was doing. Those idiots never act on anything when the should. By the time they got wind of it, My mother and I were on a one-way flight to London, England. She had it in her head that she was going to find my father, Cedric. She knew him by Kristopher at the time, though. I'll never really know what her motives were for that, though; did she think it was good for me, or did she just want to dump me off on him so she could get back to the states? I'll never know that one I guess.
I started attending college when we moved to London. I was eight. I went to University of London for Science, mainly Physics with a bit of Chemistry thrown in for kicks. I was always very good at Chemistry. Potions too. i don't know how i can be good at those and be completely unable to cook--"
Examiner: Dr. Kameren.
"Oh, sorry. Moving on. I graduated at twelve, around the same time I got my Hogwarts letter. My mother didn't seem to care about what schools I went to by then, so I went. I was a Science student, after all; this idea of Magic seemed completely illogical to me, but then it also made sense. I had always been able to change things without really knowing why, and in my studies I was realizing that the things I was doing were downright impossible. That is, until I was introduced to the Wizarding World. From there I started going by Curse, instead of Kristopher. Sounds much magic-ier, doesn't it? I was trying to distance myself from the lonely boy I was in America.
Hogwarts went swimmingly for me. I was pleased to realize my mental talents with muggle sciences translated perfectly into magical studies as well. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, obviously. And I succeeded well there.
When I was fourteen, in my fourth Year at Hogwarts, was when I got a call from Violet, our neighbor across the hall in my Mother's apartment building in London. My mother had died of apparently no known cause. She was just simply found outside somewhere in England one morning. It made no sense, and that, I think, is where it all started for me. I don't handle death very well to start with, but when someone is taken for no true reason, without cause or warning, that's the worst. I despise murder. Most people do, but I suppose I do especially.
I lost interest in schooling after that. From there, i became obsessed with the concept of death. I graduated from Hogwarts early, finally pulling out my genius there and passing the OWLS and NEWTS with flying colors simultaneously in one year. I traveled to Rome, the birthplace of the Wizarding World, to study death more closely. I learned all the ins and outs of it; how to prevent it, how to control it... how to cause it. I spent years there living under some of the most powerful Dark Wizards of the century. They weren't Voldemort; there weren't so foolish as to covet domination and immortality. They were far more powerful. Unfortunately, however, I didn't see this philosophy. And, like any other stupid kid meddling in things that are over their heads, I fell into bad company. After a few unfortunate incidents there left me permanently cursed and scarred, I left Italy. I will never return there. I will never be able to return there.
When I moved back to London I was eighteen. I had enough money to live on from my mother's insurance and some more I had 'aquired' through shameful means in Italy, so I could do what I want. Once again, being a stupid kid with not much else to do, I preoccupied myself with something most teenage boys find interest in--women. I dated a series of girls for a few months. The only one who is relevant enough to mention is Amelia, but we'll talk about her later. Then, I met Lauren. Lauren lived in the apartment above me. She was an artist. Lauren was beautiful, and smart as a whip. She was the only person I knew who could keep me on my toes. Lauren was in college, so I went back to college. It was then that, while I was keeping up my muggle persona, I got interested in the wizarding world once more. I joined the ranks of the auror department as a junior, under Head Auror Kirk Caulfield.
And Merlin, was he a (Log edited for content). What was it he called me? Oh yeah, 'convict'. Somehow he had gotten wind of the skinny green-eyed kid who caused so much trouble in Italy. Wonderful.
Meanwhile, I was still dating Lauren. Once again, being young and stupid and not seeing our relationship for what it really was--which was her showing interest in me for my magic and me showing interest in her because she was a woman--I proposed. We had the wedding all set up and ready, until one night she was late coming home from her work. My auror training was giving me red flags, so I went to go find her. When I found her she was cornered by Dark Wizards, the same men who had threatened me earlier that week about certain information i posess. I tried to fight for her, but I failed. She died in my arms.
I experienced loss a lot over those next few years starting off in the auror department. I was there when my mentor, Kirk Caulfield, was killed. I had a close muggle friend die. I was obviously badly rattled by all of these things. When I became a full Auror and then a Senior Auror, I was not in full mental shape for the responsibilities I was taking."
Examiner: So from this point on is your more recent history?
"The last five or so years, yes. As a Senior Auror we are required to take on Junior Aurors for training. I was assigned Emmi Douglas--smart girl, she'll go far in the Ministry--And Alex Kameren. Turns out Alex is my younger half-brother. We have the same father. I learn a lot about the Kameren family over that year, and I grew close to my Juniors as I trained them. I learned Cedric Kameren killed my mother, but he was already serving a sentence for a different murder. While I was figuring out all these new things about myself, though, I failed to notice that I was being lead into a trap.
The Ministry, then corrupted--Sorry, did I say then?"
Examiner: Dr. Kameren, we can't have you--
"Yes, I know I know. Moving on. I was framed for the murder of Emmi Douglas, my Junior Auror. Ironically, I had saved her from dying. She wasn't even dead, and I was sent to Azkaban as punishment for her death. It was ridiculous. My stay there was far from ridiculous, however. It brought me near death; I had recently fallen under the influence of one White Death Poison, and without access to the antidote regularly, it can kill a man my size in about twelve days. Very painfully at that. And with the Dementors on top of that... No, nevermind. I don't want to talk about the dementors. I... I can't. Let us just say that that is another place where my grip on myself was severely loosened.
Through an extraordinary chain of events I was cleared of all charges and released from Azkaban, and somehow made Head Auror at that. Personally, I think they just did it as an apology for locking me up in the first place. I was a terrible Head Auror though. I hated it. I was mentally and physically ill, and sitting behind a desk and dealing with politics was maddening to me.
I was one of the few Head Aurors who allowed themselves to go out on field work; it kept me sane. On one of the expeditions, however, i was captured by a then-unknown enemy. She put a strange sort of lock onto my mind, where if I didn't bend to her will I would be punished with extreme physical pain or worse, have my mind stripped from me. Having another person inside my mind was what caused me to snap. I couldn't handle it. I went completely, unmanageably insane. I wanted it all to end one way or another.
Then, as things tend to do when you can't go down any further, things got better. Alex and a few others from the Order of the Phoenix were able to free me of the wicked woman's spell over my mind. It was a great weight off my shoulders, but it unfortunately didn't bring much of my frayed psyche back to me. I left the Auror department and the Ministry in general to try to sort myself out. It didn't really work.
Then, Amelia came back into my life. With a little something... extra. Without my knowledge, Amelia had moved to France with her family shortly after we broke up those few years ago. And she was pregnant. With my son. ... Yeah. I still don't know what to say on that one. Besides that Maxime Kristopher Kameren is without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to me. Max was what made me see the light, and finally seek actual treatment for my problems rather than sit around slowly killing myself. I mean, I had something to really live for now, right?
I then came here, to this mental hospital. How long did I stay here? Seven months?"
Examiner: Nine.
"Nine months? Really? Hmm. I guess time flies when you're rebuilding your mind. Anyways, I came here for I suppose nine months then, and was then let out. From there, I went to Oxford and got my doctorate in Physics. I always enjoyed physics; it's sort of like magic for muggles. Anyways, I got my doctorate and quickly picked up a job at University of London teaching smart little brats about things that I knew weren't necessarily true. I am a cheeky little devil like that."
Examiner: And how would you describe your rehabilitation?
"Complete. Utterly perfect. Wonderful."
Examiner: And are you... happy?
"Yes, actually. Very."
Nickname/Alias/Titles: Kris, Curse, his students tend to call him either 'Professor' or 'That crazed bloody...'
Male/Female: Male
Age: 26
Birthdate: August 30th, 1994 (? it's 2020 in this board, right?)
Species: Half-Blood Wizard, and proud, for if he wasn't partially muggle, he would surely be insane.
Birthplace: Chicago, Illinois
Family:
Amelia DeVille- mother of Max, muggle. 27.
Maxime 'Max' Kristopher Kameren- Son, unknown. 9.
Cedric Kameren- Father, currently locked in Azkaban for a life sentence. 47
Alecsander Kameren- Brother
Violet Cummings- Adoptive Mother, 76
Jasper Cummings-Adoptive Father, 78
Sophia Bortadella- Mother, deceased.
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Height + Build: Kameren is built tall and lean, but extremely strong for his thin frame. He is 6'3", with little visible muscle.
Eyes: Emerald Green, with a stripe of gray through his left eye where he was once hit with a curse as an auror. He has a grey stripe in his vision also because of it.
Hair: Dark Brownish-Black. It is speckled with white strands, with may multiply or disappear based on the amount of White Death Antidote in his system. He has been keeping it cut short lately, but it still tends to jut out all over the place.
Physical Attributes/Description: Curse Kameren is a wreck of a man; at 25, he has more damage to his body than most men three times his age. He has scars riddled across his body, most prominently a jagged one from his right eyebrow, across his nose, and finally coming to an end near the left side of his mouth. This scar causes Curse to smile 'crookedly', with his right side of his mouth opening wider than his left. Most of his bodily damage is mainly cosmetic, and doesn't disable him in any way; though a scar over his left eye often makes his eyelid drop slightly.
The young Wizard's face is round and bony, with protruding cheek bones and a crooked nose. He often has stubble on his chin as he often neglects to shave. His face is weathered more than an average 26-year-old. It is the face of a young man who learned his lessons the hard way; a young man who had to mature much too quickly.
Clothing: Curse favors muggle clothing for it's superior comfort over Wizarding Robes. He tends to wear dark-washed jeans with an oxford shirt (usually with the sleeves pushed up) and a thin tie of varying colors. He has a roughly beaten pair of navy Chuck Taylor high tops that are literally the only pair of shoes he owns. He sometimes wears dark-rimmed glasses.
Personal Items: Curse lives with his son in the same apartment he's lived in most of his life, a medium-sized 2-bedroom apartment. They have a cat, Tabby, who is two years old and a 'frisky little git' according to Curse, and Lucy, the aging boa constrictor who is Curse's closest friend.
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Good, Evil, or Neutral: Strictly Neutral. The last thing Curse wants is to be dragged back into the foolish wars of Wizards. At least, he thinks that.
Temperament/Mental Attributes:
Curse's most important attribute, the one that dictates all other traits of his personality, is his immense intelligence. He graduated with his bachelor's degree in Physical Science at the age of twelve. He is a brilliant mind, his grasp of logic and problem-solving easily the best of his generation. He can pick up quickly on concepts other would take years to study. His progress in magic is far beyond his years, and his vast experience makes him an expert in several fields, muggle and wizard. His I.Q. has been recorded in multiple tests across his life, and has averaged and sometimes exceeded 199. Since childhood, this gift has both helped and hurt Kristopher in his endeavors.
A side effect of his differing thought patterns is Curse's eccentric demeanor. His odd way of thinking leads him to go about normal tasks in more "creative" ways, in ways that are often considered socially unacceptable. His thoughts and his words are linearly connected; he does not filter himself to spare other's feelings. A social disconnect stops Curse from truly understanding many of the people around him, though he can usually read their appearance and body language enough to predict them. To Curse, most human beings are only subjects for observation.
Curse has a rather taboo and unique way of dealing with his 'condition', as he refers to his gift. Each day Curse takes a series of potions that effectively 'dumb him down', in order for him to be able to live the life of a normal human being. Without them, he views others as he views animals; passively. Without feeling, or interest. He simply cannot relate. He keeps this method a secret from everyone, even those closest to him; he knows the wouldn't understand.
In another person Curse respects kindness, intelligence, honor, patience, and wit. He is immediately impressed by people who can match wits with him, and even more so by someone who will challenge or outsmart him.
Over the last few years, Curse has developed a foolproof way of keeping his secrets without being too obvious; he's gone from a man of few words, one with obviously many secrets, to an incessant chatterbox. He speaks almost constantly, but often really about nothing. He figures if he bombards someone with useless words long enough, they'll be so tired of his voice they won't want to ask any more questions.
This intelligence mixed with eccentricity is often misinterpreted for arrogance. His sarcastic way of thinking and inability to regard other's feelings pushes his reputation even farther into a conceited mask. But in all honesty, Curse Kameren constantly doubts himself. He is a slave to trauma, a victim of the many terrible things he's seen. He misinterprets his genius for invincibility, and blames himself for not being quick or clever enough when he loses someone close to him. The guilt rules him, tears him apart from the inside out. Eventually, he realized, he would have to deal with it. Slowly he began to trust himself more, but he is still very much a work in progress.
One thing most positive about Curse's personality is his tremendous heart. He constantly wants the best for people, and does his best to make that happen no matter who it is. His love for his friends and family knows no bounds. He would go to the ends of the earth to do anything for them. Curse's trust and loyalty is difficult to earn, but if you do, you will have his loyalty for life.
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Former House: Ravenclaw
Job Position: Potions Master, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. He also does research for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in his spare time.
Employer: Hogwarts.
Career Goals: With the release of his Ministry files, Curse is just trying to keep himself and his son safe from his enemies for as long as he can.
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Magical Skills: Animagus, Parseltongue, and a few other certain dark magics he refuses to perform or even acknowledge he has.
Patronus: Owl.
Wand: Curse lost his wand long ago, in a battle as a part of the Ministry. He now works entirely in wandless magic.
Goals/Aspirations: Curse is shaken by the realization of how little time he has left before the poison takes him, and is now trying to make plans and decisions to help those that will succeed him after his time has come.
Other Information:
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History:
Taken from File 4636 of St. Mary's Institution for the Mentally Ill:
Kameren, Kris C. "Curse". Rehabilitation Log/Request for Release Form C: Patient History/Rehabilitation Check-up:
"Wait, so you want my history?"
Examiner: yes, Mr. Kameren
"Dr. Kameren. Paid twenty thousand pounds for that bloody title, better use it."
Examiner: -sigh-
"Fine, here we go. And remember--you asked for this.
I was born in Chicago, Illinois in late August. It was just my mother. My mother and my father hardly knew each other, actually. Just well enough for.. well.. me, I suppose. My mother was from a large family of Italian immigrants. She had four brothers and three sisters, and she was the youngest of them all. I had many cousins and my family ran a restaurant, but I was never happy there. I never really fit, you know? I'm not sure exactly why. I knew my mother didn't want me--hence the 'Curse'--and that the rest of the Bortadella's looked at me like I was a black spot on their crystal clean record. That's why I was named Kameren: I didn't belong with them.
They did finally decide I was useful, though, around toddler-age, I'm told. That's when all my 'gifts' started. As soon as I was talking I was reading, ten tying my shoes, then making completely functional wind torrents out of Lego parts... Anyways. They had me checked out by a psychologist. I believe my first IQ screening ranged somewhere in the 170's, and I had a mind extremely adept for numbers and sciences. Naturally, I was immediately signed up for any schooling the government could get for me; they're not going to put a good mind like mine to waste. They would send my mother living checks for my school funding and expenses. But those checks never made it to the schools. Instead I was sent by my family into public school. I raced through the education levels there. Can you imagine your first day of high school at seven years old? I can."
Examiner: Dr. Kameren...
"Oh, I'm getting off track aren't I? Sorry, moving on. Anyways, later on the government finally got wind of what my bloody mother was doing. Those idiots never act on anything when the should. By the time they got wind of it, My mother and I were on a one-way flight to London, England. She had it in her head that she was going to find my father, Cedric. She knew him by Kristopher at the time, though. I'll never really know what her motives were for that, though; did she think it was good for me, or did she just want to dump me off on him so she could get back to the states? I'll never know that one I guess.
I started attending college when we moved to London. I was eight. I went to University of London for Science, mainly Physics with a bit of Chemistry thrown in for kicks. I was always very good at Chemistry. Potions too. i don't know how i can be good at those and be completely unable to cook--"
Examiner: Dr. Kameren.
"Oh, sorry. Moving on. I graduated at twelve, around the same time I got my Hogwarts letter. My mother didn't seem to care about what schools I went to by then, so I went. I was a Science student, after all; this idea of Magic seemed completely illogical to me, but then it also made sense. I had always been able to change things without really knowing why, and in my studies I was realizing that the things I was doing were downright impossible. That is, until I was introduced to the Wizarding World. From there I started going by Curse, instead of Kristopher. Sounds much magic-ier, doesn't it? I was trying to distance myself from the lonely boy I was in America.
Hogwarts went swimmingly for me. I was pleased to realize my mental talents with muggle sciences translated perfectly into magical studies as well. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, obviously. And I succeeded well there.
When I was fourteen, in my fourth Year at Hogwarts, was when I got a call from Violet, our neighbor across the hall in my Mother's apartment building in London. My mother had died of apparently no known cause. She was just simply found outside somewhere in England one morning. It made no sense, and that, I think, is where it all started for me. I don't handle death very well to start with, but when someone is taken for no true reason, without cause or warning, that's the worst. I despise murder. Most people do, but I suppose I do especially.
I lost interest in schooling after that. From there, i became obsessed with the concept of death. I graduated from Hogwarts early, finally pulling out my genius there and passing the OWLS and NEWTS with flying colors simultaneously in one year. I traveled to Rome, the birthplace of the Wizarding World, to study death more closely. I learned all the ins and outs of it; how to prevent it, how to control it... how to cause it. I spent years there living under some of the most powerful Dark Wizards of the century. They weren't Voldemort; there weren't so foolish as to covet domination and immortality. They were far more powerful. Unfortunately, however, I didn't see this philosophy. And, like any other stupid kid meddling in things that are over their heads, I fell into bad company. After a few unfortunate incidents there left me permanently cursed and scarred, I left Italy. I will never return there. I will never be able to return there.
When I moved back to London I was eighteen. I had enough money to live on from my mother's insurance and some more I had 'aquired' through shameful means in Italy, so I could do what I want. Once again, being a stupid kid with not much else to do, I preoccupied myself with something most teenage boys find interest in--women. I dated a series of girls for a few months. The only one who is relevant enough to mention is Amelia, but we'll talk about her later. Then, I met Lauren. Lauren lived in the apartment above me. She was an artist. Lauren was beautiful, and smart as a whip. She was the only person I knew who could keep me on my toes. Lauren was in college, so I went back to college. It was then that, while I was keeping up my muggle persona, I got interested in the wizarding world once more. I joined the ranks of the auror department as a junior, under Head Auror Kirk Caulfield.
And Merlin, was he a (Log edited for content). What was it he called me? Oh yeah, 'convict'. Somehow he had gotten wind of the skinny green-eyed kid who caused so much trouble in Italy. Wonderful.
Meanwhile, I was still dating Lauren. Once again, being young and stupid and not seeing our relationship for what it really was--which was her showing interest in me for my magic and me showing interest in her because she was a woman--I proposed. We had the wedding all set up and ready, until one night she was late coming home from her work. My auror training was giving me red flags, so I went to go find her. When I found her she was cornered by Dark Wizards, the same men who had threatened me earlier that week about certain information i posess. I tried to fight for her, but I failed. She died in my arms.
I experienced loss a lot over those next few years starting off in the auror department. I was there when my mentor, Kirk Caulfield, was killed. I had a close muggle friend die. I was obviously badly rattled by all of these things. When I became a full Auror and then a Senior Auror, I was not in full mental shape for the responsibilities I was taking."
Examiner: So from this point on is your more recent history?
"The last five or so years, yes. As a Senior Auror we are required to take on Junior Aurors for training. I was assigned Emmi Douglas--smart girl, she'll go far in the Ministry--And Alex Kameren. Turns out Alex is my younger half-brother. We have the same father. I learn a lot about the Kameren family over that year, and I grew close to my Juniors as I trained them. I learned Cedric Kameren killed my mother, but he was already serving a sentence for a different murder. While I was figuring out all these new things about myself, though, I failed to notice that I was being lead into a trap.
The Ministry, then corrupted--Sorry, did I say then?"
Examiner: Dr. Kameren, we can't have you--
"Yes, I know I know. Moving on. I was framed for the murder of Emmi Douglas, my Junior Auror. Ironically, I had saved her from dying. She wasn't even dead, and I was sent to Azkaban as punishment for her death. It was ridiculous. My stay there was far from ridiculous, however. It brought me near death; I had recently fallen under the influence of one White Death Poison, and without access to the antidote regularly, it can kill a man my size in about twelve days. Very painfully at that. And with the Dementors on top of that... No, nevermind. I don't want to talk about the dementors. I... I can't. Let us just say that that is another place where my grip on myself was severely loosened.
Through an extraordinary chain of events I was cleared of all charges and released from Azkaban, and somehow made Head Auror at that. Personally, I think they just did it as an apology for locking me up in the first place. I was a terrible Head Auror though. I hated it. I was mentally and physically ill, and sitting behind a desk and dealing with politics was maddening to me.
I was one of the few Head Aurors who allowed themselves to go out on field work; it kept me sane. On one of the expeditions, however, i was captured by a then-unknown enemy. She put a strange sort of lock onto my mind, where if I didn't bend to her will I would be punished with extreme physical pain or worse, have my mind stripped from me. Having another person inside my mind was what caused me to snap. I couldn't handle it. I went completely, unmanageably insane. I wanted it all to end one way or another.
Then, as things tend to do when you can't go down any further, things got better. Alex and a few others from the Order of the Phoenix were able to free me of the wicked woman's spell over my mind. It was a great weight off my shoulders, but it unfortunately didn't bring much of my frayed psyche back to me. I left the Auror department and the Ministry in general to try to sort myself out. It didn't really work.
Then, Amelia came back into my life. With a little something... extra. Without my knowledge, Amelia had moved to France with her family shortly after we broke up those few years ago. And she was pregnant. With my son. ... Yeah. I still don't know what to say on that one. Besides that Maxime Kristopher Kameren is without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to me. Max was what made me see the light, and finally seek actual treatment for my problems rather than sit around slowly killing myself. I mean, I had something to really live for now, right?
I then came here, to this mental hospital. How long did I stay here? Seven months?"
Examiner: Nine.
"Nine months? Really? Hmm. I guess time flies when you're rebuilding your mind. Anyways, I came here for I suppose nine months then, and was then let out. From there, I went to Oxford and got my doctorate in Physics. I always enjoyed physics; it's sort of like magic for muggles. Anyways, I got my doctorate and quickly picked up a job at University of London teaching smart little brats about things that I knew weren't necessarily true. I am a cheeky little devil like that."
Examiner: And how would you describe your rehabilitation?
"Complete. Utterly perfect. Wonderful."
Examiner: And are you... happy?
"Yes, actually. Very."