THREASHER, tiberius dean

[TIBERIUS DEAN THREASHER]

Look here, what Do you see? Are You Looking Forward to Get Tangle Up in Me? FULL NAME Tiberius Dean Threasher AGE & BIRTHDAY Twenty born 22-Sept-2004 OCCUPATION Slytherin Alumnus, Art Gallery Owner (Con Artist, Forger & Thief) BLOOD STATUS Pure-blood. FACE CLAIM Dane DeHaan. WAND TYPE Nine and three quarters inch, Doxy hair and wing, Ivy, Supple. PATRONUS Alligator. PETS None - not an animal person. ABILITIES/ SPECIES None. Tell me who you are, I'm sure you're some kind of superstar. Free Style slobbery toothless grins. You stand on tip toe and peek in between the bars doing your best to get a peek at this thing mother and father have brought home to you. Whatever did they think you could do with that? It is helpless. All it does is sit there and wiggle. It has to cry until one of the adults comes around to pick it up. Its head is too big for its potbellied body. It always has an odor of piss and vomit to you. Yes, just what was mother thinking you could do with this? She’d told you it was a baby. Her baby. Father’s baby. Your baby brother. She told you that one day when he was bigger you two would be great friends. That you two could play games and have fun. But what does mother know? You didn't ask for this baby brother, you’d much rather have had a cat if they’d asked. You reach your arm between the bars and poke at his fat rosy cheek. You expect cries as that is all this baby can do but instead you are met with a happy gurgle and a toothless grin. Your finger tips slide down his warm skin. In that moment he is repulsive and yet wonderful at the same time. Perhaps you could learn to love those slobbery toothless grins. Perhaps someday he would do. you want to see it? You run. Holding him firm by the wrist you guide him from your parent’s bedroom and away to one of your hiding spots. The white cotton cloth that drapes over the table proves the two of you with sanctuary. It hides you from the world so you can look upon your spoils. One too many times mother has caught you getting in to trouble and scolded you for dragging your brother into it. But she’s started to grow daft and catching you is no longer an easy task. You look upon your fair haired counterpart, reaching over to brush his hair from his eyes with your palms. "You want to see it? Do you Toph?" Your smile mischievously, you know you’ve done something naughty and he knows no better. Mother might call the act stealing. But it was for you wasn’t it? You’re birthday was only in a matter of days. So was it really stealing if they were just going to give it to you? You hold out the brightly coloured tin to your brother and slowly start to turn the crank. first nothing happens but then comes the sound. Dinging each note crisp and metallic. It plays a tune you've not heard before and the two of you sit cranking the handle again and again until you fear your brother will break it. You snatch it away from his hands and to hold it to your chest. You don’t want to share this anymore, this is yours and so you tell him something so he will stop pouting the way he always does, "We’re going to play a game…" little matching outfits. "Look at mummy’s little boys, don’t you two look darling in your little matching outfits!" The fabric is too brightly coloured in its reds and yellows. It’s texture is itchy and the hat looks ridiculous. You don’t get what the point of all this is or why anyone would want to dress the two of you up like this. You nudge your brother in the ribs a little too hard and look over instantly. It’s like you feel his pain before you see it as his eyes well up with tears. Already you feel the guilt of the action. "It’s okay Toph, it’s okay. If you cry you’ll break the rules - remember? And then Mum will be mad and the game will be over, do you want that Toph?" You smile and brush his blond bangs out of his eyes. His skin warm under your fingers. A touch you have grown accustom to giving him. After all you are the only one who really looks out for him. "It’s okay though, you know it’s only a game…" "Come along boys, it’s time to take your pictures! Nana will love that you’re in the outfits she made you." You take up your brother’s hand and give it a squeeze, he’s smiling again. Guess he is more fun than a cat would have been. do you like to break the rules? You press your ear against the cold hard wood door. The voices are muffled but if you listen hard… "I don’t know what to think Mrs. Thresher, his academics are the best in his class but his soci-" "You shouldn’t be doing that." Her voice is annoying. It’s like the cat you shoved into a bag before throwing it in the river. Shrill. Unbearable. A sound you wish to drown out. "You shouldn’t be sticking your nose into matters that don’t concern you." You said sticking your tongue out at the end. She doesn’t seem the normal sort to be sent to the Headmaster’s office. Then again neither are you. But you got sloppy with your games this time. The kid got really hurt. You found it to be great fun but he just cried. It was a shame you couldn’t throw him into the river like the cat. "Why are you listening in? Don’t you know what you’ve done?" She has a point - a stupid point. She’s a stupid girl though. What do girls know? Nothing. "Well don’t you?" She asks again, her voice becoming even more annoying as she stresses her words. Did she really expect an answer from you? "People think I don’t play nice. Which isn’t true. I always follow the rules. Everyone else likes to break them. Do you like to break the rules?" Slowly you raise up from the floor and walk towards her. "Never. I always follow the rules." Something changes in her voice, something that sends a shiver of ecstasy and adrenaline down your spine. You can’t explain it but it’s a feeling that you get whenever you engage in your little games. "You lie, which breaks the first rule. See if you do as you say and always follow the rules than you’d not be here, this is a place for people who break the rules. Unless of course you are me whom you are not, I’m an exception because people don’t like my rules. Do you know what happens when you break the rules?" You’re smiling as you draw closer to this girl. Your heart pumping a bit faster. And then the door opens - "Tiberius, if you’d be so kind as to join us…" Well she’d just have to learn later… only later doesn't come because that was the last day you ever stepped foot in that muggle primary school. Mother claimed time and time again that it was merely the fact she could hardly expect a muggle to know how to properly educate her son, but you knew the true reason behind finding yourself stuck with private tutors. nothing was allowed to scare your little brother. You’d been taunting it for an hour. It seemed to be going mad being tied to a stake in the ground out in the yard for the world to taunt. What it must be like to have freedom at your paws and yet have it be so out of reach. You’d gone back to get your brother wanting him to see this - this wonderful torturous game. He clung to your side like a child even though he was well into his seventh year of life. You pushed him to go closer to the fence, to mock the beast and then he would see just what fun this game was. But things didn't go as planned. You didn't realize just how weak the fence was. You both got away but Topher was shook up. You spent hours under the table with him pushing those blonde bangs out of his eyes and telling him it was okay, that it was just a game. But you were mad. He was scared. You scared him. Someone broke the rules - but who? You waited for night fall. It was then you went looking for your father’s gun - a stupid muggle trinket he had won in a poker game. You were going to make things right. You snuck out. He lay quiet in the darkness, still tethered to that stake. He’d not wake when the morning came, you made sure of that. Nothing was allowed to scare your little brother. Nothing. are you paying attention? You never understood the point in going to school - muggle or otherwise. You sit around and listen to someone tell you what to do. You hate that. You prefer to be telling others what to do. Telling others how to play. How the game will go. What will happen if the break the rules. Not someone else. They seated you in the middle of the class. Many have started to tattle. To say that you are not playing nicely or fair. What do they know? You are playing as fair as fair can be. Are you to blame that they cannot follow simple rules? You think not. They think it’s good you are trying to make friends, it’s good to have friends. But you’re not really trying to make friends, are you? Why would you? No one plays by the rules. "Mister Thresher are you paying attention?" You raise your eyes from your paper. A doodle of you the teacher being eaten by a dragon. Oh how you wish you could steal one just so you could feed all your teachers to it. You smile as you meet your teacher’s gaze. "Repeat to me what I’ve just said Tiberius." You grin in your usual cocky manner. "Repeat to me what I’ve just said Tiberius." You mimic her as best you can which causes and uproar in the class. As much as you despise most the bodies in the room you cannot help but feel pleased with this praise you are receiving. You teacher, meanwhile, has turned a shade of red that you can only compare to a rose. "I won’t ask again young man, you have one chance to redeem yourself or it’s off to the headmistress with you!" Her threat is not empty and you know it. You’ve had what fun you can have for now. She had been asking for it though so could you really be to blame? You did as she asked. But that was the world you lived in. Adults never knew what they were asking for. You know its going to be a long seven years. Seven years of all their rules and being told that their rules are the ones to be followed - not your's.  It will be two more years before Topher can join you, before you have your one true playmate back. So all you can do is grin and bear it. Hogwarts will perhaps be the hardest game you ever have to play - but to endure will mean that you can leave and then…then the world will be your plaything. get out! You’ll be finishing up your Hogwarts Education in a few days. You wonder what it will be like, being without Topher all the time. You’ve grown fond of the little pot belly pig head over the years. You hate to admit it but you’ll miss him. Who else plays games with you who doesn’t break the rules? You stare out the window and gaze at the grey cityscape. You don’t understand why you still have to be here. Why people care what this old bag has to say about you. It’s been years and she has never been able to chip away at who you truly are, why do they think that will change? "Tiberius." Her voice is old. Shaky. She is too daft to see into the depths of you. She is just like everybody else. Everyone besides Topher that is. But why should she get to know? She doesn’t play your games. She always breaks the rules. You look from the window to her. She’s old. How old? You don’t know for sure. The bags under her eyes and the wrinkles in the corners of her mouth tell you little about her. Her hair is flaked with strands of gray. She’s a mother, you can tell from her jelly roll of a belly. What her husband must think when he has to shag her at night, no doubts the lights have been dimmed for years - if not entirely extingished. "Tiberius, you’re very quiet today." She rings again. Silly woman. Silly cow. You cock your head to the side and smile politely at her. What makes her think this day will be any different from the others? She’s deemed you a pathological liar due to your stories you enjoy telling her so is it any wonder you decided to just not talk? It didn’t matter though, she could say what she wanted. After all it was not as if you were here to impress and old slag like her. Its curious though she still asked you to come. No doubt she only asked you here each week because deep down she liked to picture you naked. You press your lips together at the thought, repulsive. "Your point?" She smiles softly at you, it is as if she still is under the impression she can somehow ‘help’ you to be a ‘better’ person. "We could make better progress if you cooperated Tiberius." What a laugh. You can barely contain yourself at her words. The mere fact that she is being serious. That she thinks she can make progress with you. What a daft woman. "Is that it? Progress is what you want to achieve with me? You really think that you can make me ‘re-evaluate' my life. That you can make me think on my life choices. That you can teach me how it will do me no good to go around the way I am now spreading my 'lies' and thinking myself better than everyone around me. That all that does is make people look down upon me and not allow them to see the lovely person I really am? You think you can convince me that I need more friends other than Toph? Or that you can convince me that the relationship I have with him is unhealthy and only doing him and myself harm? Are you really all that qualified to tell me how I should and should not live my life? Let’s play a little game, a little role reversal if we may.” You smile and take a moment to pause - but not too long of a moment as she looks more than ready to protest and you very much want to make your point and put an end to this. "Seeing as you let yourself go when your second - no third child was born your sex life with your husband has greatly declined. You’ve started to feel that he has become repulsed by your aging and used body as you’ve caught his eyes wandering and gazing at younger and far more attractive woman on family outings. You’ve no doubt been considering enchantment charms and potions for fear that your marriage is going to start falling apart with your children aging and the fact you and your husband have less and less to talk about with each passing day but to go forward with such a thing would set a bad example for some of your patients that come and see you about their self image issues that cause their depression and suicidal thoughts or those who come in with marriages issues who you advice to learn to love one another all over again for who they are and not just what they were. You’d be seen as a hypocrite and well let’s face it you don’t have enough business to risk losing them just for some new tits. Sounds about right doesn’t it?" "Get out!" Just when you were starting to enjoy being here too. What a shame. Still you take your leave with a grin and feeling of satisfaction. Who knew seeing a psychiatrist could be so much fun? wasn't expecting you. You run your hand along the cold black wood. It’s your new desk. You trained for this day. The day you could finally run your own business. Of course you had two, but not everyone needed to know that. Topher would be better with running the gallery, his stomach much weaker than yours and his face so much softer. That was okay though, he was your brother and you didn't mind dirtying your hands for him, soon enough he could join you. A knock on your office door draws your attention. Looking up you see her in the door way. Your mother. What the old cow is doing here you don’t know. You guess she is here to show some sign of joy for you, as if she never thought you would become something. Whatever the case you don’t care. You’ve never sought her approval or her joy. You don’t need her. She gave you what you needed long ago, now you took care of yourself and Topher. "Tiberius…" She says in a voice only a mother can manage. She glides over to you with more grace than a woman like her can or even should have to enveloping you in her arms. You cringe at her touch but return the hug with false enthusiasm. "Mother…I wasn't expecting you." Or more was hoping she wouldn't come. You are not five, you've not needed her to hold your hand for many of years. She’d been rather useless to you once she stopped lactating for you. Oh how you wished the big headed pot belly piglet would have let you pushed her down the stairs all those years ago but his affection for the old bag kept you from doing so. "Of course I would come darling, it’s a big day for you. Your own gallery! You always did have an eye for art. Your father and I are so proud of you." She pulls away from your body but keeps you entrapped, her fingers digging into your shoulders like a beast’s claws forcing you to stay only and arms length away as she looks at you in your suit and tie. "Dressed like a proper man…oh just when did my little baby become such a dashing young man?" You mouth twitches up into an uncomfortable smile. You want her to be gone. Want her to go to the son who craves more love than him. "I guess today…" She looks ready to cry so you pull away from her, willing to risk whatever damage those lady claws of hers might cause. "Shall we go find my brother? I'm sure he is around here somewhere…" You say as you lead her out of your office. If only you could accidentally lead her off the stairs of the balcony. importance of entertainment. You press the brush against the canvas. Each stroke must be precise. You are creating the works of masters that could fool well trained eyes. You knew how much she adored the piece. You recalled on her last visit to the showing how she wished she could have it for herself. And she was someone you refused to deny. But she was not just anyone, was she? Few could play your game like she could. She was an enigma unlike any other. A storm of power wrapped up in a package of satin and lace. Her hips were closer to art than flesh. Her movements like magic, black magic or perhaps red. Each contortion she makes fascinating and fickle. She knows how to take you to a far away land of wonder. But smoke filled rooms and linger touches are not all she is to you. Though you could run your thumb over her lush red lips for hours and welcome the warmth of her fiery mouth she is so much more to you. Her hold is in your chest, as if some how she managed to dig her fingers in taking a hold of what she found and never let go. There is nothing you won’t do for her. She is your queen, it was only fitting a woman like her become such. She paints your vision red. Red like roses. Red like rubies. Red like the blood of her enemies. All of which you will give to her without a second thought. But of course one must never forget the importance of entertainment, something you both can agree on. where is your god now? In your hands is the old music box. The red and blue paint dull and peeling from the tin. The music is off key no longer is it sweet and melodic, no it has a much harsher sound to it but it still pleases your ear. Carefully you turn it over and over in your hands as you pace the small room. Whimpers and pleas fall upon your ears. Their voice dripping in mucusy sounds as they cry out to their god to save them from this monster. Monster. The insult just brings a smile to your lips. Carefully you slip the old music box into your trouser pocket before reaching to grab the Golden Anubis that sat upon the desk. Their whimpers and pleas turn into cries of desperation as you approach. Offers of money, positions, anything you could dream of. But you don’t stop. You keep a steady pace until you are right in front of them, looking down at their pathetic state. Sat upon their knees with their hands behind their back, they are little more than a blubbering worm. It would have done them well to not break your rules. "Tell me…" You start, your voice even and smooth. You stroke the golden statue but keep your gaze fixed upon them. "Where is your god now?" You are answered with sobs. Wet. Messy. Sobs. You’ve had enough. This game is through and so is he. The crack of the Anubis against his skull might have been sickening to some, but not you. After all this was not your first game. Nor was it your last. You toss the statue to the floor where it lands next to the lifeless body. "Apparently, not here." What a shame this game had to end in such a mess. Nothing a few cleaning charms cannot take care of though… Let's us all just be friend, And together we can start a new trend. ALIAS: Bonzi AGE: 27 DISCOVERY: Paige ♥ and I basically live here CHARACTERS: ALEKSI NIKITA IVANKOV, ALTAIR MAE POYNTER, AMERY CATHAL CAMBELL, AMITY CATHLEEN PARRIS, ANTOINE MARQUEZ LETOURNEAU, APOLLO JAMES BORDEN, AUBREY CAMILLA SCIARRA, AUGUSTINE VENIA IFINOH, AXEL TOBIAS MEAGHER, BAILEY IVO MCCONNELL, BEATRICE ADELAIDE DURSLEY, BRYONY CATE BUCHANAN, CASPIAN DMITRI CROSSHEART, DANTE APOSTOLOS CARPETHOS, ELEANOR CORDELIA WORRALL, EMILLA PÄIVÄ AALTO, EVIN MIKHAIL GREKOV, GERONE CARLOTTA CARPETHOS, GIDGET ANABEL HALE, ICARUS ALAWN LLEWELLYN, IMOGEN NIAMH MERRITT, IRINKA AKSINYA XANTHOPOULOS, ISAAC RYDER MCAVOY-GREYBACK, JACOB SAMUEL BLENKINSOP, JACQUELINE AURORA TALBOTT, LACHLAN WALLACE MONTGOMERY, LENNOX ELASIS BRYNJAR WILKOŁAK, NATHANAEL ANTOINE CLEMENCE, NYX DIONE MOON, OROCHI TACHIBANA, PASCAL ARISTIDE BORGIA, PAXTON POLARIS PRESCOTT, PHINEAS AJAX PAKARINEN, ROBERT SHAY WAGTAIL-HOLDEN, TAWNEE RAE ADDAMS, TIBERIUS DEAN THREASHER, YŪKI SATŌ NOTES: made by paige

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So dark, so wonderful and dark I love him in that complicated ways XD

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