Post by Orion Rhys Brystan on Jul 1, 2011 17:39:55 GMT -5
It was not often that the infamous Commander of the Atrox Legion could be found wandering about in the public eye without a trail of blood left in every footstep. Naturally, as Lord Brystan, Orion often made an appearance at public events and other social gatherings as was required of one of his caliber. However, taking a common stroll down the paths of Hogsmeade with something other than the future destruction of yet another muggle city on his mind was not to be considered normal behavior by any stretch of the meaning. There was little else he would rather be doing than wrecking havoc on some unsuspecting town of filth and ridding the world of another putrescent blemish. Nonetheless, one of the duties that went along with being the master of a Legion of Purity was ensuring the continued expansion of their ranks. Orion would never be able rest until every single pureblood witch and wizard in the entire world was firmly aligned with their magnificent cause.
The rumors of rebellion continued to grow, passed from one gossiping minion to the next. Endless hints of dissension among those remaining pure that did not stand as allies within the Legion arose. Those select elite who above all else should be celebrating their escape from anonymity were threatening the future of their entire world. Such intolerable behavior was a threat against all wizarding kind. So Orion was forced to set aside his rage over Morgana's murder and focus his bloodthirsty desires into drawing another into the fold. His sharp navy blue eyes glared menacingly at those unlucky few who did not get out of this way fast enough for his taste. Dressed entirely in expensive black robes, he was an intimidating specter, striding purposely toward the darker establishment that was Hog's Head. A cold wave seemed to follow in his wake, leaving frightened villagers shivering at the sheer power exuding from him.
Orion spared no glances to either side, completely ignoring the scurrying roaches that were the unworthy. He did not understand how anyone could be content to live in secrecy, their very existence repressed into obscurity. Their abilities were not meant to be hidden away in secret little villages while the muggles lorded over the entire planet. Pushing open the door to Hog's Head, Orion nodded to the bartender as a silent hush of respect fell over the men and women within. It wasn't every day one such as him graced their little pub with his presence. Disappearing into the private back room, he allowed a cold smirk to steal over his handsome features as the murmuring babble in the pub rose up once again. Orion settled into a dark brown high backed leather chair placed before a barely smoldering fire that continuously jumped upward in a sad attempt at flames.
Only a few moments passed before the bartender came scurrying in with an expensive glass of old Irish whiskey. After reassuring the man that he needed nothing else but to be left in peace, Orion chuckled as the man practically ran into the door jam on his way out the door. Sipping the smooth liquid, he slouched a bit in the chair, placing one ankle upon his knee in a half crossed legged position. Resting the glass upon the arm of the chair, he slowly tipped the glass in smooth circles, watching the amber liquid caress the sides of the glass. His other hand lay still upon his raised knee, resisting the temptation to allow his fingers to twitch in physical boredom. His casual position belied the seriousness of the meeting that was about to take place. This meeting would be one of wits and intelligence rather than brute intimidation and violence.
Olivia Cripps was no stranger, a fellow housemate and daughter to a pair of Legion failures. During the days of his training, Grindelwald had ensured that Orion knew the names and stories of every single current and former Legion member from the very dawning of the organization. It had been difficult not to extent his distaste of the girl's worthless parents to the girl herself while at Hogwarts. For the good of all wizarding kind, Orion had learned to rise above such emotion reactions. It was an ability aided by his tendency to bury is anger as it was perhaps the only emotion aside from hatred that he ever truly felt. Rather than punish Olivia for her parents mistakes as Grindelwald might have once done, Orion was cunning enough to see the value in someone who had something to prove, something to atone for in a sense. Her parents might have been failures in the end, but their daughter had a chance to be something different. Just as his own father had ended as a nauseating disappointment yet he rose to overcome that history, so was she capable of doing the same. On her own merits would Olivia be judged, though Merlin help her if she were found to be wanting.
The rumors of rebellion continued to grow, passed from one gossiping minion to the next. Endless hints of dissension among those remaining pure that did not stand as allies within the Legion arose. Those select elite who above all else should be celebrating their escape from anonymity were threatening the future of their entire world. Such intolerable behavior was a threat against all wizarding kind. So Orion was forced to set aside his rage over Morgana's murder and focus his bloodthirsty desires into drawing another into the fold. His sharp navy blue eyes glared menacingly at those unlucky few who did not get out of this way fast enough for his taste. Dressed entirely in expensive black robes, he was an intimidating specter, striding purposely toward the darker establishment that was Hog's Head. A cold wave seemed to follow in his wake, leaving frightened villagers shivering at the sheer power exuding from him.
Orion spared no glances to either side, completely ignoring the scurrying roaches that were the unworthy. He did not understand how anyone could be content to live in secrecy, their very existence repressed into obscurity. Their abilities were not meant to be hidden away in secret little villages while the muggles lorded over the entire planet. Pushing open the door to Hog's Head, Orion nodded to the bartender as a silent hush of respect fell over the men and women within. It wasn't every day one such as him graced their little pub with his presence. Disappearing into the private back room, he allowed a cold smirk to steal over his handsome features as the murmuring babble in the pub rose up once again. Orion settled into a dark brown high backed leather chair placed before a barely smoldering fire that continuously jumped upward in a sad attempt at flames.
Only a few moments passed before the bartender came scurrying in with an expensive glass of old Irish whiskey. After reassuring the man that he needed nothing else but to be left in peace, Orion chuckled as the man practically ran into the door jam on his way out the door. Sipping the smooth liquid, he slouched a bit in the chair, placing one ankle upon his knee in a half crossed legged position. Resting the glass upon the arm of the chair, he slowly tipped the glass in smooth circles, watching the amber liquid caress the sides of the glass. His other hand lay still upon his raised knee, resisting the temptation to allow his fingers to twitch in physical boredom. His casual position belied the seriousness of the meeting that was about to take place. This meeting would be one of wits and intelligence rather than brute intimidation and violence.
Olivia Cripps was no stranger, a fellow housemate and daughter to a pair of Legion failures. During the days of his training, Grindelwald had ensured that Orion knew the names and stories of every single current and former Legion member from the very dawning of the organization. It had been difficult not to extent his distaste of the girl's worthless parents to the girl herself while at Hogwarts. For the good of all wizarding kind, Orion had learned to rise above such emotion reactions. It was an ability aided by his tendency to bury is anger as it was perhaps the only emotion aside from hatred that he ever truly felt. Rather than punish Olivia for her parents mistakes as Grindelwald might have once done, Orion was cunning enough to see the value in someone who had something to prove, something to atone for in a sense. Her parents might have been failures in the end, but their daughter had a chance to be something different. Just as his own father had ended as a nauseating disappointment yet he rose to overcome that history, so was she capable of doing the same. On her own merits would Olivia be judged, though Merlin help her if she were found to be wanting.