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Name: Ama
Age: 18
Email: explosion9@gmail.com
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Experience: your eyelash was an island

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Name: Bartemius Crouch Junior.
Age: 15. 16 on June 21st, which can't come soon enough.
House: Slytherin
History: Barty Jr., or simply Junior as his family likes to call him, was born quite by accident on the longest day of the summer. It was overcast and humid on the day Barty was born, hardly a cry piercing the oppressive calm that stifled over St. Mungo's. They doctors all though Barty was stillborn, and were about to deliver the bad news to his parents, when the infant managed to make a small, gurgling cry. Barty lived, but he couldn't communicate it.

And that was a theme that carried Barty throughout his childhood and school years. Barty's father considered his son to be little more than a miniature adult, and treated him as such, giving Barty stern responsibilities, and even sterner lectures when he faulted. Barty Sr. raised Junior with an iron fist, expecting from him the absolute best that Barty Sr. never quite managed to achieve. On the other hand, however, Barty's mother was overprotective and coddling. It was often that she would perform Barty's chores for him, rather than risk him messing up and getting in trouble at the hands of her husband. Naturally, then, from their divided stances, Barty developed a hardened disdain for both of his parents. He does not care for them at all, although if pressed, he'd rather deal with his mother than his father, and he fears his father much more than nearly anything else.

When Barty was old enough to get into school, the Sorting Hat shuddered visibly, reading all the wicked things that Barty's young mind thought of. He was placed in Slytherin, despite being a strong candidate for Ravenclaw. In classes, Barty was disappointed to find that, well, nothing was difficult. It was almost eerie the way he could simply acquire knowledge at the drop of a hat, no books read and no spells practised. Barty was a mystery to his teachers, very much the type of student to zone out through the whole class, but always manage full marks on exams. Finishing up his fifth year and about to enter his sixth, Barty fills up his great deal of spare time with bad habits. He smokes, burns things, kills small animals, and destroys whatever beauty he happens upon.

Personality: Barty is truly a bundle of excess energy, all wrapped up in himself. Although his mannerisms are slow, almost lethargic, and he is prone to staring off into space, dead silent and lost to the world, the gears never stop turning within Barty's mind. He's a bit of a savant, especially where people are concerned. Barty has a talent for observing and mimicking even the slightest mannerisms in anyone he meets, and his impressions only get better the more contact he has with them. And Barty can observe while still carrying on a conversation. It's how he does so well in school -- part of his mind is focused on the lesson, but the rest of it is running high speed calculations, working through logic problems, thinking about dinner, even sleeping. And if that frightens you already, just think what a deeply intelligent mind like Barty's can do when he's really focused on something.

With his mind always multitasking, however smart Barty is, it gives him zero social skills. He seems distracted and droll at all times, half a mask to protect his fragile ego, and half the truth. He does not make eye contact with anyone, ever, instead preferring to focus somewhere just left of the person's head. Barty also must always be doing something with his hands, anything from toying with a piece of string to strangling a mouse in his fist. The latter is more common than the former.

Barty's need for absolute destruction also stems from his peculiarly made mind. The best way for him to understand anything is to take it apart. This applies to both mechanics and lives. Barty kills animals and bugs with the cold calculation of a brain surgeon, always looking for new ways to go about it. Nothing is too cruel, too violent, too gruesome for Barty Jr. He'll try it all. At the end of every sordid experiment, Barty sets the whole thing on fire, carcass and all. He'll set fire to a whole nest of baby birds while carrying on a simple conversation, and his mouth and hands will be such polar opposites -- one polite, carelessly interested, and the other driving death through fragile bird skulls -- that it's not surprising that the most often word used to describe Barty is sociopath.

Even Barty's parents recognize the potential for emotionless evil within their son. It's what inspires Barty Sr. to be so strict and punishing with his son, but instead of curing Barty Jr. of his maniacal tendencies, it only drives them deeper. Although Barty keeps his mouth shut and tone respectful towards both his parents, to any authoritative figure, it's with a great amount of malcontent. He knows very well that his parents don't love him, and he does not love them either.

Which isn't to say that Barty's cold as ice through and through. There's a piece of him that's really just a little boy, frightened by his own mind and in desperate needing to be told that he's fine, he's normal, he will be put to use. Whoever reaches that point of Barty first will have Barty's true and unconditional loyalty -- for better or for worse.

Reputation: The Crouches worked very hard for Barty Jr's reputation within their circle of family and friends. Both parents work tirelessly to make their son appear as normal and functional as possible. If Barty were to be known as the emotionless savant they fear him to be, the Crouches fear it would ruin them. Still, the people surrounding Barty aren't stupid, they can tell there is something less than normal about the boy. But normal is a relative term amongst the pureblood society the family keeps -- many of them can remember when they too were young, out setting fires behind the gardens. Barty is tolerated because he is a child, because he has not quite yet caused any irreparable damage, and because they all repeat the mantra 'one day he'll outgrow this.'

Details: Absolutely hates the fact that he is the youngest of all the children at the manor. May be only fifteen (AND A HALF, HE THANKS YOU TO REMEMBER), but smokes like a chimney, and has since he was thirteen. Has been known to read a book and have a conversation at the same time. Hates his parents. Close friends with Regulus Black.

First Person Sample:
Today I killed a bird killed a bird killed a bird and then I smoked a cigarette.

Or maybe it was three birds and then a cigarette.

No no no I am fairly certain it was one bird and three cigarettes...or was that last week. Two lizards and a cigar? Six cigars, a kelpie, and then I set my hair on fire. No, that's plans for tomorrow, only instead of cigars it's joints and instead of my hair it's Narcissa's. It's long enough it'll take her hours to notice her hair is burning. No today I killed a bird and then smoked three cigarettes. Or did I kill a cigarette and smoke a bird.

No today I ate a bird and then burnt the cigarette.

No. Wrong.

Today I smoked a cigarette and killed a cockroach and fed it to a bird. And then killed the...bird?

Well. Today I killed. I know at least that much is true.