BEHIND THE MASK.
Alice is a number that she doesn't want to say years old.
She has been role playing for a number of years, but not often humans.
You can reach her at alice.blayney@googlemail.com.
You found us via a link on Winding Down and then yet another link to here.
Her favorite Harry Potter installment is Goblet of Fire
and Logan's favorite is The Prisoner of Azkaban.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
WE PRESENT TO YOU;
Markus Cain
Mikey Way



The Basics.

Full Name: Markus Alexander John Cain
Nicknames: Ace, Mark, That-guy-in-a-funny-hat, That-guy, Weirdo, Skull
Gender: Male
Birthday: December 24, 1954
Age: Twenty-Five
Year Graduated: 1971
House: Slytherin
Occupation: Writer
Allegiance: Death Eater
Blood: Pure
Wand: 13 ½" Rosewood. Two cores, Dragon Heartstring and a three strand braid of unicorn hair done by his sister. Thick, doesn't bend well, good at hexes.


In the Mirror.
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5'9"-5'10"
Body Type/Weight: He has a slim build, definatly not what would be classed as anorexic, and definatly easy on the eyes. He never a fan of working out or Quidditch, but he keeps his body shape by being a fan of joggin. He's gotten a bit slimer due to stress, but with a war like this one, who wouldn't.
Appearance: He has a slim build, definitely not what would be classed as anorexic, and definitely easy on the eyes. He never a fan of working out or Quidditch, but he keeps his body shape by being a fan of jogging. He's gotten a bit slimmer due to stress, but with a war like this one, who wouldn't.
Appearance: Markus isn't what you would class as a tall person, standing at 5"9" or 5"10" depending on who's measuring him, but that's more than makes up for that in personality, we're straying form the topic here though. His build isn't what you could call muscular in any sense of the word or meaning. Not bordering on lanky though. He fits nicely in the average category of people. He walks with almost a bounce in his step, hands normally in his back or front pockets. He doesn’t strut and he most definitely doesn’t walk up straight. Back slightly bent at all time apart from when he's standing still, this can make him seem smaller at times than he really is. His head is normally tilted to one side, backwards or forwards, giving a more manic and insane look. Even so, he can blend in perfectly with any crowd anywhere. He doesn't really inspire anything in anyone when he walks around, other than the act he looks insane.

His face is fairly broad, with incredibly pale skin. People often compare his skin tone to bone, yes he's that white. His eyes are a deep storm grey, sometimes appearing black in dark light, and when you notice the dark rings around his eyes...that nickname of his really comes into play. Those tings around his eyes are mainly noticeable in dark light, but they're faintly there in daytime. Some say he's a dark creature of magic. He says he just suffers from insomnia. Yet even with him looking like a human skeleton, he seems nice enough to approach. His lips are a rosy red, standing out against his pale complexion. They are the only really bright colour on him apart from his clothes.

His hair is a fairly plain brown with lighter golden highlights, not really differing him from any other person. At one point in his life he had red streaks died into it, but that soon went away after he learned that red was a Gryffindor colour; they changed to green when he was accepted into Slytherin. After that, it was green and white streaks, something he now regrets doing. His eyebrows match his brown hair showing that, for a fact, he hasn't died his hair, apart from the streaks of course. The style is that of a muggle he saw in a magazine once. Layered and swept to one side, not going past his chin. Although it comes from a muggle, a few of his friends like it. In his last two years at school his hair was short and spiked, as in the photo at the top, but now as new styles have come in, he's gone for this.

Clothing wise, he tends to wear skinny jeans with green converses. He's had to take the converse logo of them for obvious reasons. A plain, short sleeved t-shirt with no real colour to it at all underneath a non-formal waistcoat. It cuts off just above his hips, and is a block black with white pinstripes. This is when he's not out formally of course. If he will be around any other pure blood and Death eater, he will wear a black suit or a black robe. No matter whom it is.

Digging Deeper.
Likes:
.+. Pancakes
.+. Family
.+. Owls
.+. In some sense, power
.+. Good Music
.+. Fine Food
.+. Fine Wine
.+. Pure bloods
.+. Fine Dining
.+. Friends
.+. Vodka
.+. Hexes
Dislikes:
.-. Muggle Borns
.-. Bad Food
.-. Bad Wines
.-. Kids under the age of 12, he may have been one once, but that doesn't make them less annoying now
.-. Muggles
.-. Squibs
.-. Not having pancakes
.-. Orange juice
.-. Blood traitors
.-. Half bloods
Strengths:
{+} Invisible - He can blend in anywhere
{+} Hexes - Something fun that can hurt people, what's not to like?
{+} English - He's a good writer and a good speaker, he just doesn't show it all the ti+e.
{+} Acting - He can act his way through anything...except lack of pancakes...
{+} Following - He can follow orders fairly well, with only a few questions
{+} listening - He can listen to anything and seem interested. A gift he needed when talking to his mother.
{+} Palate - He can understand good food and wine
{+} Drink - He can hold his drink
Weaknesses:
{-} Drink - He can drink anything...and I mean anything. He can also down unhealthy amounts of vodka...usually in pints...
{-} Hoards - He can hoard anything and everything. For example, he still has a cup that he broke when he was six...
{-} Friends - He finds it hard to make friends, mainly because he looks like death warmed over.
{-} Insomnia - It's pretty severe with him. Going for weeks without sleeping.
{-} Concentration - Mainly down to lack of sleep. Only God knows how he passed school.
{-} hyper - To combat the insomnia during the day, he eats a lot of sugary foods, leaving him hyper most of the time, except when he has his dark moments.

Quirks/Habits:
{x. His head is always held at a strange angle when he walks
{x. He always has his hands in his pockets
{x. He bites his lip when he is nervous and scratches and his arms, leaving large red sores.
Goals:
{x. Find a cure for insomnia
{x. To find a proper friend
{x. For people in the Dark Lords ranks to stop viewing him as an idiot...though he could be called on at times...
Overall Personality: Markus is not as cold as some Slytherins can be, nor is he a cruel person, but if he was given a chance he could be as cold and calculating as any Slytherin. He has a heart, greatly affected by the death of his sister; he tries so hard to make exceptions for everyone he can. But there are those that he can hate so much that he could hex, and sometimes he does. He has hexed a lot of muggle born and muggles in his time, many of them sprouting nonsense about the unfairness of things, and how they are the victims. They are not. In his view, pure bloods are more of victims than they. Pure bloods must act properly, keep to unsaid and unwritten rules, they must appease everyone to get higher and at all costs, they must get higher.

He has a hatred for those that think they are the crème de la crème of the wizarding world. He hates those that think they are better than the rest of their society. He'll make exceptions for those who think they are above muggles and muggle born, as almost all wizards are, most certainly pure bloods. He has a tolerance for mixed bloods, mainly down to the fact that somewhere down the line, he too may be a half blood. Most possible it is a veela on his mother’s side, but it must be so dilute by now that it hardly counts anymore.

He is confident in his own way. Find him in his won flat, taking down notes for business than he can boss you around to no end. Find him in the Dark Lords halls, than he will be hunched over, looking small and barely speaking, let alone out of turn. In other words, give him and environment that he likes and knows well, he can be the most confidant man in the world. Give him a situation or environment he doesn't know or doesn’t feel comfortable in, he can be a mouse in a trap, a complete and utter puppet.

He doesn't have a lot of friends, or any friends at all really. There are a few people he knows and talks to, but no one he can really call 'friend'. Women avoid him at all costs, except for those few that see him as nothing and ignore him. Then there are those like his mother and land lady that seek him out to talk to and confide in. He's never been popular and now, after his acceptance into the Dark Lords ranks, he has become he less so than before. On such reason my be his appearance, or it could be his attitude when he is the Dark Lords halls, or maybe even his fathers disfavour of him. Either way, those that are even in the same family social standing seek to avoid him at all costs.

He is a very proud person, what he has and what he has achieved alone and without his family he is proud of. He has his own business that runs well and brings in money, his own calling card even. He takes a certain amount of pride in the way he looks and the way he dresses, but sometimes a muggle outfit will do for going out in. He doesn't have so much pride however that he will not stoop to grovelling at the Dark Lords feet of need be, but he has not had such a chance yet, and he doubts he ever will do. No doubt that if he did then he would be killed immediately, weakness and that jazz.

Prodding the Soul.
Patronus: His patronus is a male Eastern Quoll. An almost unheard of creature, nocturnal and a loner. With it's dark brown or black fur, now a dark silver when he casts it and white spots a glowing white and a long tail.
Boggart: When Markus is approached by a boggart, it will change into the form of his little sister; frail and weak in a hospital gown walking towards him with one arm raised in front of her.
Dementor: The memory of seeing his little sister, only 7 years old, lying in bed surrounded by medic witches as they tell each other, and his family, that there's nothing more you can do is the worst memory he has. Every time a dementor comes near him, he can hear the sound of his mother screaming no and crying, for more medic witches to come. He can see his little sisters face, rigid in death and as pale as his.
Euphoria: MMarkus's best memory is when his little sister made a braid for him, from three strands of unicorn hair, on the day they were told she would be out of St. Mungo's soon. She was getting better after being majorly ill for a long time, and still in hospital at the time. Three days afterwards she died of heart failure.
Infatuation: His deepest carnal desire to to discover the secret to bringing back the dead and his sister to life. Untill he does that though, he wants to find a way to climb the ranks of the Death Eaters and to prove himself to his father.
Amount of Change in Pocket at the Present Moment: He normally carries around a few coins. A couple of galleons and sickles, maybe even a few knuts. He also carries around a lucky pound and a piece of string...don't ask.

Memory Lane.
Father: Alexander Cain
Mother: Rosia Marie Fletchley
Siblings' Names: Lillian Cain - Dead
Blood: Pure blood. Maybe a magical creature along the lines but no one really remembers it enough to care.
Social Class: His family has a fairly high standing in social society. No where near the level of the Malfoy's or the Black's. High enough to be in correspondence with the Minister, but low enough that even with him as the heir, they can't be pushed down further.
Nationality: His mother is a Frenchwoman and his father is English.
Birth Place: Soie Armes. A Magical hopistal in France.
History: Markus was born purely as an heir. The fact that his mother grew to love him was and added bonus for her. His father never liked him, tried to make him uncaring and tough. His mother coddled him and taught him to cook and clean, his father didn't know about this of course. They gave him the finest tutors they could buy, taught him French and English from birth and made him a writer. He was always surrounded by children his own age from nearby pure blood families, and had many good friends. He was also taught how to play the piano and violin at his grandfather's (on his mother’s side) wishes.

His mother's side were all regal and proper; a true French family. He had five aunts, all of who loved him very much and coddled him as much as his mother. His Grandmother had died before he had known her, but his Grandfather was a nice person, strict in his music lesson and who taught him, but he was paying so it didn't matter. His father’s side wasn't as nice. They were very strict and he had lessons on how to act around them. The only person he got along with on his fathers side, was his Grandmother. She gave him sweets all the time and told him stories as a child. She was also the person who introduced him to pancakes. Unfortunately she died when he was 9, leaving him to face his father’s family alone. Eventually, his mother’s side of the family drifted away, not liking his father’s relatives. They made sure and still make sure to send presents at the needed times and his Grandfather writes to him.

His sister was born when he was five. She was the jewel of the family and his fathers pride and joy. She radiated grace from every pore on her body. She was petite, helpful, and beautiful, aloft and perfect in every way for her father. In his first year at Hogwarts she became critically ill, being sent to St. Mungo's despite his mother’s wishes of her to be sent to France for better treatment. In his third year, at the age of nine, she died from heart failure; leaving the entire family heart broken and weak. The family grew apart from then on; his father spending more time with the followers of the Dark Lord and work than his own wife and son. His darling, perfect daughter was gone. His mother stayed fairly close to him, keeping him comfort throughout his years at home, until he grew old enough to leave home at seventeen.

His years at Hogwarts were enjoyable. He worked hard in lessons, and while intelligence didn't come naturally, he managed to pass his O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts with flying colours. The friends he did make, and that weren’t scared of him from how he looked, proved to be the best people he had ever met and stayed close to him until his final year at Hogwarts, where they drifted to pursue better ranks in the Dark Lords army, where knowing him could prove costly. He himself joined the Dark Lords ranks late, nearer the end of his seventh year than the others of his age. His father joined him when he was initiated. It was the only time his father ever paid any attention to him after his sister died. The mark was placed on his left forearm and he was now a Death Eater. He wasn't given the glory of casting the dark mark into the air on his first attack, that task was given to someone the Dark Lord thought better at the task. It was then that his father told him to leave. He was still sole heir to the family name and fortune, but he wasn't to live in the houses the family owned, or use the family fortune till his father and mother died.

After his school years, he rented a place in Nockturn alley, a small apartment above an illegal shop that sold dragon eggs and the like. He lives there to this day. He has a job as a writer. He writes articles for newspapers when the journalists can't be bothered, speeches for the higher up's in the Ministry, adverts for shops, accounts anything that was going. He's managed to live alone and prosper. He still obeys the Dark Lords summons and come running like the dog he's supposed to be, but he's not called upon often, deemed to...unimportant for any missions other than desk duty.