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Do you feel like there isn't enough being done to help preserve our wizarding community? DO you look around and ask 'why isn't anybody stopping this?' If you said yes, maybe it's time to take matters into your own hands and take a step forward.

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Name: Malachai Hanley
Age: 35
Experience playing an Order member before?: No, looking for a change for this character.
New Char or using this one?: This one.
Why do you feel joining the Order is right for you?: Call me a...reformed DeathEater if you will.
Rp Sample please: (Hope you don't mind me using my sorting sample. If you do I'll PM you a new one)

Malachai had been forced to make life-altering decisions before. They were a rarity, but with his occupation, not too uncommon. The one thing that they had all had in common was that they were his and his alone to make. This one was no different. Everything was at stake for him. His home, his money, his lifestyle, and his life in general. This time, however, another life was attached to the conundrum he faced. His son’s. He had known about Blaine’s existence for a year now. He hadn’t had the easiest patch with the young boy. His mother was a woman apparently known for getting around the block frequently. Even with the uncanny resemblance’s Malachai still had issues with accepting paternity for the young child. The boy seemed like a good kid. Every time he saw Blaine, the boy was quiet and kept to himself, not a far reach from his supposed father. It didn’t help either that the kid’s mother kept pushing the boy down his throat, not even giving Malachai a chance to accept the possibility that the kid was actually his and not the result of another one night stand. Even if the boy was his, there was nothing about his life that welcomed the intrusion of a child. By trade, he was a DeathEater. He worked for the Dark Lord when needed and lived a quiet life of solitude in his downtime. It was a not at all a lifestyle suited for a father. He thoroughly enjoyed his late night outs, drinking until the sun came up and getting into the occasional bar fight or two. The life of a bachelor had been his for years now and he had no interest in changing it.

That had been until a few months ago. Malachai had just gotten back from a two day trip to London when an anxious looking owl greeted him at the door of his rundown apartment. The scrawl was unfamiliar but random owls were a regular thing in his business. The letter had been from the landlady of Maureen, the kid’s mother, urgently requesting him at her apartment. He wasn’t sure how the witch had gotten his name and was close to ignoring it when his eyes caught Blaine’s name at the bottom of the letter. He still isn’t sure to this day what caused him to apparate to Maureen’s apartment, considering he hadn’t had any interest in the kid, but he did. Upon arriving, the landlady informed him that the woman had been on a drinking binge for the past three days and had landed herself in the hospital for alcohol poisoning. If Malachai didn’t take the young boy, he would have been given to the state and placed in foster care. He had looked to Blaine after the old woman had finished speaking. The boy was sitting off in a corner playing with an action figure missing a leg, somehow oblivious to the world around him. Once realizing that he was looking at him, the young boy stopped playing long enough to stare him in the eyes with a sad look that reminded Malachai of himself. It was then that he realized that Blaine was his and that he had been foolish to deny his son for as long as he had. Without saying another word, he walked over to his son, picked him up and apparated the both of them back to his tiny little apartment in Dublin.

The days he had with Blaine were some of the happiest of his life. It hadn’t taken the either long to warm up to the other. Malachai’s happiness was short lived though. Only three days after picking up Blaine from his worthless mother’s home, Ministry representatives arrived at his door to take away the child. Since his living conditions were not suitable for the boy, he was to be held in custody until either parent could provide a stable environment for him. As he watched his crying son being taken away from him, he vowed to be the parent Blaine would be coming home to. The first, and most important, change of his lifestyle would be his career change. Malachai had been losing interest in the work of the Dark Lord for awhile now. This was his opportune moment to remove himself from the situation. He wasn’t a fan of the good side by any means, but figured that by associating himself with the side, it would help the state look at him favorably. No one knew of his connections, but with the times now seeming to require people to pick one or the other, being against the Dark Lord was better than nothing. That, and he wanted Blaine to not have to grow up around shadiness any longer. That had been what helped Malachai stray to the dark side so long ago. His parents had never been there for him so rebellion had ensued. Blaine didn’t deserve that life.

All Malachai needed now was to get his affairs in order. As much as he loved his home, there was nothing for him in Ireland. If he really wanted to make his presence known, he needed to go to the center of all the activity. He had only been to Austria two or three times during his tenure under the Dark Lord. He didn’t have anything against the country but it didn’t hold a flame to the place he had called home for all of his life. This wasn’t about him anymore though. It was about Blaine and doing what needed to be done to get his son back with him.

[Ashton Wentworth]

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