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a non-canon au potterverse roleplay
December, 2019 :: Summer

Ashkar Gastrell

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  • Birthday 11/21/1973

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    Ashkar Dev Gastrell
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    Catford, Lewisham, London, Great Britian
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    Naveen Andrews

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  1. The Me Nobody Knows

    Ash decided that it was probably the best thing to do was sit quietly whilst she angry ranted, watching her arms spiral around as she did so. He admitted that her points were valid and even points he had made himself when this was brought to his attention. The response to that was boiled down to ‘she doesn’t need to know’. He went with it, mainly because at the time his alliance was with Emilia and not her. Then he was told he would keep the criminal angle with her. So he did and that’s what he did. Then the feelings started to emerge and grow. He opened his mouth to say something it response to her comment about secrets when she caught sight of something, stood up and walked around towards him. He followed her movements closely, and then she went for this top. Clearly he’d not been a sneaky about it as he’d thought he was being. He moved his hand from his torso and watched her as she called her wand. “Ever so slightly.” he replied, knowing that it wasn’t slight but he also knew that the wound would likely reopen a few times. Then she continued to berate him whilst doing her healing. Casting his eyes downwards, he watched as the wound closed. It was always interesting watching the skin start to knit together. A small scare would remain; it did with those sorts of curses. Then she mentioned that she loved him, though somewhat grumpily. His eyes jumped back up too her face, his hand coming out to cup her chin, repositioning her head so their eyes met. “That is the clarity I needed to act.” he said softly, using his other free hand to pull his shirt down. That didn’t mean he would act right there and then, especially since she was still angry at the entire situation and he was the person she could take that anger out on. Though the urge to act was strong and some blood loss did not help with him controlling himself. Leaning forwards he pulled her into a brief kiss before pulling back and looking at her face. That was when he saw it. “Shit, I got my blood all over your face.” he said summoning face cloth without doing more than raising one of his hands “I’m sorry.” he apologized as he handed over the face cloth.
  2. The Me Nobody Knows

    It almost appeared as though she had come to some kind of closure around her sister’s secret life. But, Ash knew that appearance were almost always deceiving. Him, sitting there, was a prime example. He was bleeding, had a mild sensation of pain as the curse was reawakening and yet, there he sat a look on his face that portrayed nothing of what was actually going on. The guilt, the shame and the annoyance this entire fiasco was causing too bubble up within him was masked, it would always be masked. His eyes remained on her, reading her expressions and body language. Listening to the words as the spilled out of her mouth, he suspected that anger would be coming and so when it did break free from her it was no surprise. “Only the very top of the IWP know about the Agency I work for. It exists within the IWP but it isn’t wholly apart of it. Most Agents and managers have no idea that it is there. They couldn’t tell you something that didn’t know. That is regarding both Emilia and me.” though the idea of her babysitting him did bring him a mild sense of amusement, especially along with the idea that she would have had to fill out those report forms about his behavior and progress. It could continue down that road, addressing her idea that maybe they felt she couldn’t keep a secret. Then crux of that is it wasn’t her job to keep that secret and she shouldn’t have too, that tended to make the world they walked in safer. The fact that someone had decided she did need to know, that putting her on a potentially dangerous path was outweighed by their innate desire to, what? Be the whistleblower? Ruin a working partnership? Have Elektra feel indebted to them? That was an alley he would have to venture down later. A later in which he wasn't injured and facing a pissed off witch. Then of course she brought up his announcement of feelings and how she’d returned them. This was something he’d apparently not noticed, though all he could remember was sitting there with his arm around her and her telling him that she missed him. To his mind that equated too ‘I like and care about you’ but both those things could mean so much less and more. Then she mentioned secrets, the real crux of the issue. “Keeping secrets keeps me alive.” he said “It keeps my family safe in a world they would never be.” another shot of pain, he moved the hand on his torso and saw the red stain of blood on his hand briefly before putting it down, his eyes barely moving from Elektra’s face “As for that evening when I told you that I am in love with you, which I am, you expressed that you missed me. That would were happy for me to come home. There is many ways those words could be translated and it is safer, for me, too not make assumptions. So, I haven’t acted on that because I couldn’t be sure. I need be sure before I act.” He doubted that would be well met, then again, at this point he doubted anything he could do would be well met.
  3. The Me Nobody Knows

    That went as well as he was expecting, in fact, it was going better than he thought it might. The problem was it unsettled him. The defeated look on her face, her slumped body position in the chair told him more than she perhaps realized. It was the posture of defeat. Ash would have really preferred if she’d got too her feet, stomped around whilst shouting and swearing at him. That showed anger and passion. It showed that she felt she had some right to her fight in this uphill battle. The urge to rise from his seat move around the table and draw her into a comforting hug was squashed down quickly. He highly doubted she’d accept or receive any comfort from him, he who was the person that brought the news of deceit too her door. All he could do now was try and shed some light on her sister and he only had a little too shed in that regard. “Yes, she was a spy as well. Emi did start out on the criminal track at first but was soon found and recruited into the Agency.” he was already an operative by the time the young woman had been brought in and it was a while before they officially partnered up. The thought of Emi on those first few days would have brought a smile to his face but like the desire to comfort, he squashed that down as well. “She did very well and became, to my understanding, a prominent agent very quickly. It was three or four years after this that we were brought together for an assignment. I know she wanted to tell you, it’s one of the things she said the most, but, the agency has a need to know policy and very few people need to know. Family falls under the ‘must never know’ category. I believe as the years passed she didn’t say anything because you are a successful Auror and then had an extremely successful Quidditch career that put you in the lime light.” he sighed at this, knowing what he was going to say next “It’s also sad but we are led to believe that remaining distant from families is for their best interest.” He lent back in his chair and watched her posture for a moment, taking in the rest of what she said. He could understand why she felt the way she did, everything had been a lie within a lie. He a man who had announced his feelings for her was a lie within the lie. “I can say with some confidence that you are not a pawn in some masterful game. I believe that the IWP very much value you. I know that Emilia loved you immensely and I don’t feel that I should repeat my feelings regarding you at this moment.” it was as he finished this sentences that he felt something warm against his torso. A very subtle look down told him that his wound had reopened and was slowly leaking blood though the gauze and onto his shirt. It was a bloody tricky curse he’d been hit with. “I do not know what has happened to her and I don’t suspect I will never be told if the Agency knows. They may confirm things eventually, but never the how, why or who of it. That being said, I have been poking around in places I know she had informants. Thought I was on a good path, but, it turned out to be a dead end.” one hand came down and pressed against his wound, hoping to stem the flow of blood and at least relieved that he was wearing a dark top. Dark clothes covered injuries and blood well.
  4. The Me Nobody Knows

    If Ash was being completely honest with his self he should have known or at least suspected that this would have all come out at some point. After all, nothing stayed secret forever. It would just have been nice if he’d had some kind of warning before some unnamed person dropped his personal file on his own damn doorstep. The mystery of whoever decided to open this can of worms would be solved, that, he was confident of. He wasn’t confident that the fall out of this would not have a lot of lasting damage between himself and Elektra. Then again, he’d done a fair amount of damage just by his announcement of his feelings all those months back. Once he’d slotted away the last item, he turned and rested against the counter top waiting for Elektra too finish reading through the file and the inevitable explosion that would follow on from that. “Not everything is false. I’ am British, I did attend Hogwarts and all of the information that you would have been given regarding my criminal career is accurate, the difference being that I wasn’t a criminal when doing those things.” he did specialize in gaining information from various sources within his job and finding people and objects that were coveted by a large number of people “I work for a part of the IWP which is more of a secret service, a secret within a secret. I don’t know why this was given too you but...I will find out and that person will be dealt with.” He pushed off from the counter and around the table to the vacant chair across from her. “Yes, you were blonde when he started officially working together, however, you are a public figure and I have seen multiple pictures of you sporting this colour hair.” a sigh followed this, since there was more than him seeing her picture in some magazine “But, in the spirit of finally getting the truth out there. You and I have met before. It was during the time you were with your Qudditch Team. I attended more than a few of your games with Emi. The first time we interacted was a long time ago. I believe you thought you had seen Emilia in the crowd, which you did, but we were there on a specific job and that meant she couldn’t be ousted. Emilia asked him to cause a distraction so she could sneak away.” The memory was still very clear to him, the ‘distract her’ and him trying to find a distraction that didn’t call too much attention to himself. “The distraction turned into me rather literally walking into you and spilling a drink down your uniform. At the time I did not have a beard and was sporting some terrifying short hair. I also believe I adopted a very thick Irish accent as well.” he sighed as the memory of that look and accent came back “Now that you are aware of the basics, I can answer any and all questions you have.”
  5. The Woeful Tale of Doubt.

    Now that the truth about who was and what he did too earn a living was out to the person that should have been in the loop but wasn’t Ash felt this sudden rush of freedom. Freedom that could be somewhat dangerous if he let it go to his head, which was something a much younger him would have done without as much as a sideways glance at the consequences. That was why it was really fortunate he wasn’t that young reckless man he used to be. Instead, he was a much older, somewhat wiser and a lot less reckless. That didn’t mean he wasn’t prone to doing things that were considered a good move. His current task was one such move. This move was preceded by a meeting with his superior in his actual job; this meeting was simply a whole fuck tone of talking and paperwork trailing. Someone within the International Wizarding Police had managed to find and dispense his personal file too Elektra, the person who was now in a deeper loop than she needed to be in. He and his superior had spent several hours checking more paperwork than he really cared to look at which was still significantly less than what was expected within their department – or any department, really. More than a few hours passed before the leak was tracked down. Ashkar was allowed to leave once that was discovered, his part in that was done. The leak would be dealt with and it was something he could be within an inch off. It was just as he was packing up the paper work too return to the correct filing system that his Superior asked other thing of him, something that he could do since his convicted criminal cover had only been blown with one person, but, would need to be blown with higher ups pretty soon. This, he was told, was an away to get something out of the blow. The task was to walk into the cold case room within the ministry of magic and see if he could uncover the file of one Cecilia Doubt. So he did just that. He’d straightened his hair, put on a suit that blended it with all the other ministry employees and made his way into the building. It was lucky that he knew exactly where he was doing, but, that was because most places keep their files in the basement of the building. This was no exception it seemed, especially for the cold case files. He pushed a few cobwebs out of his way as he walked through the door; clearly no one had been down here in a while – including the cleaners. Using the aid of a ball of light he conjured, Ash walked down fair to many shelves and old files before finding the one he needed. A picture of Cecilia moved along the front of the file, cursed at him and stormed off in a huff when the light illuminated his face for her too look at. He let out a soft huff like laugh when saw one of her big bug like eyes peeping around the edge of the frame before opening the folder, leaning against one of the metal shelves and started reading.
  6. The Me Nobody Knows

    Ash’s eyes didn’t leave the file for what felt like a long time. He knew exactly what it was, knew how deep a hole that just opening would blow. The thing he had no idea about was how the hell it ended up on the damn table in the house he lived in. Someone within the company must have placed it here, but who and, more importantly, why? He ran a few fingers over the edge and noticed that it had yet to have been opened. Did that mean that Ely hadn’t realized it was there? If that was the case then he had a small window of time to remove it without her knowing. That window closed when he heard her footsteps. Turning his head slightly, fingers slipping off the thick file as his eye brows knitted together at the site of her. She had dyed her hair, colours she used to have in her hair. Though that was years ago when she last had that look. What was the cause of the thrown back with hair colour? His eyes went back to the unopened file. Well, it wasn’t that; yet. He followed her with his eyes as he walked around the kitchen, sorting herself out a drink and then perching herself on the chair across from him. Then she spoke, telling him the things he’d already deduced by himself. His eyes went back down to the file down being touched by her fingers, and back up too her eyes. “If it was left for you then you should read it, though,” he said with a sigh “For the sake of honesty and not arguing I can tell you that this file contains information about me and my place within the international wizarding police.” turning around he picked up the bag of groceries he’d left by the kitchen door “I’m not your charge. The problem is I am not allowed to discuss everything out right. So you need to read it for the conversation too happen.” making his way to the cabinets he started putting things away. “Your hair looks nice; I always liked it that way.” he stated, shutting the cabinets when he finished putting things away.
  7. The Me Nobody Knows

    Ashkar Gastrell
    There we days when living two lies was more than even he could handle. Pretending to be a criminal that was captured and in some kind of pseudo agreement to pay off his debt to society was something, thankfully, wrapped heavily in the truth. At one point in his much younger life he was all the things that he’d had to show the world at this point. In a lot of ways he was still those things. As he approached the door to the house he shared with the agent, who was supposedly in control of making sure he toed the lie and behaved in a way that aligned with the wizarding worlds’ opinion of correct behaviour, he had to reign in any of the emotions or issues that had arisen during the job he’d just finished. It didn’t help that breathing in deeply caused the sensation of pain to hit his ribcage. Just another secret to keep one that was much easier to keep since no female in this house had a reason to see him without his top on. Raising his wand Ash tapped in the pattern that allowed people who knew it too gain access to the door and get into the house. Pushing the door open and stepping inside, kicking it closed behind him. “I’m home.” he called; knowing that at this point Elektra should be the only person inside the house. The first other living creature besides himself that he saw was one of the cats who sauntered by in a very cat like way. There was something wrong. Placing the bag he was holding, one that contained groceries which was his cover for leaving the house on the floor. Turning around his eyes fell on the one thing is the room that was setting off his ‘something is wrong’ radar. The file on the table he knew. He knew it well. “Shit.” he muttered too himself before heading over towards the folder. Where the hell did it come from? How did it get on the fucking table in his damn living room? All he had to do now was wait for the storm that would no doubt come rumbling out from where ever in the house she currently presided.
  8. An Arm's Reach

    Ash knew he really should react differently to the deranged entitled parents that often crossed the threshold of his office to yell at him about something or another. He knew, and had been told, that he should at least act like he cared and understood the concerns of these producers of children. The problem was he did understand their issues, understood them better than they ever could. The disgruntled witch that stood before him was a good example of this. He’d wait patiently as she declared her case, stating that her child has been suspended unjustly and that the other child involved in the situation was actually picking on the suspended one. He’d sip his coffee and decided whether he should respond with a very posh British accent or just over play his own somewhat more common one when responding. After the witch had finished her rant, hands positioned on her hips in a pose that he supposed was supposed to intimidate him into agreeing with her ridiculous story and very biased view point; he placed his cup full of the most interesting thing in the room, coffee and replied to her demands. “There has been no miscarriage of justice here. Your daughter was not only discovered by a teacher during the assault of a much younger student but was also clever enough to boast about her actions prior and after this incident on Quillbooks and too her friends.” He was going with the posh flat accent, the witch opened her mouth to argue with him but we silenced by his putting his finger up to indicate he was still speaking “Your daughter is a bully, that is a fact. She is being punished for her behavior. That punishment will continue to stand.” He kept his eyes on the woman as one hand found the handle on the drawer and pulled out a leaflet about bullying, why it occurred and the impact he can have not only on the child who is bullied but the bully themselves. He handed the pamphlet to the witch, who, really didn’t look like she knew what to say him. “I’m going to suggest you read this, at least three times, and use the information within to reconstruct your daughter’s home life and self worth.” That may have been a touch too far, as a wand appeared and her voice raised high enough that he was sure dogs would be starting to howl as well. The exchange between him and his witch continued on a bit longer before he pointed at the door and told her that she knew where to go and complain about him and too leave before he removed her. Luckily she left and he was returned to his coffee, knowing that he could go home once he’d wrote up this little exchanged and altered the information of what happened to be a bit more to the powers that be taste. It was as he was mentally composing that another voice reached him. Turning in his chair, his eyes fell on Elektra. “They generally aren’t.” He replied, a small smile offered in her direction, the smile got a bit larger when he saw Elena “Oh, I would rather not have to come in at all but, alas, I must. What brings you to my den of entitlement?” he asked,
  9. There's a Fine, Fine Line

    Well least she laughed at his admission too breaking into some strange muggles home and living there instead of say, renting a place in town. That would have been the smartest thing to do, but it was also the thing that would allow not only the IWP to find him, but the general Aurors of the areas. After all the standard law enforcement needed to know exactly what was walking around amongst them. The truth was though, that going off the grid like he had done put Ele in a hard situation, one that he had managed to deal with by keeping in contact with the IWP and offering the address and falsifying a lot about it. That was something he wouldn’t be admitting too readily; well unless she specifically asked. Ash had made a promise too himself that he would not lie to Elektra again, that he would be open and honest. Well, that was how the promise too himself had started; it might have devolved a bit since then. “Okay.” he replied too Ele telling him what he had to do and what she was not going to do. Normally he would have argued that with her, pointing out that it would all go faster if she helped and some other such nonsense. But considering all the added stress he had placed at her feet the last two weeks, he thought it advisable to just not engage in a battle over such things as item carrying. Giving her another quick kiss on the top of the head, Ash unwound his arm from her shoulders and got up “This won’t take long.” he said before turning and walking into the house. Not fifteen minutes had passed before he reappeared again, a disgruntled Elena over his shoulder, her dark hair tickling his neck and arms full off bags; very few of which were actually his. He stopped next to Ele on the side of the road, ignoring the discontent that was happening over his shoulder “Let’s go.”
  10. It is not easy to admit ones failings, it's even worse when the children that share the same living space as you turn around and point out that a. Not only have you forgotten an important day and b. they should deal with it because as one of them said 'Uncle Ash, sometimes you are kinda dumb'

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    2. Isolda Richards

      Isolda Richards

      Drink's sounds good. @Jasper Mitchell You better hope we don't get to you at the same time.


    3. Ashkar Gastrell

      Ashkar Gastrell

      Well, luckily for me, Ele, you don't get to make those decisions for me. Jasper, I think we need to catch up and exchange notes.

    4. Jasper Mitchell

      Jasper Mitchell

      @Isolda Richards Luckily, I am not asshole enough to take back a perfectly nice gift. I should be. 

      @Ashkar Gastrell Deal! I need to connect to the larger world again. 

  11. Oh, the joy of returning to work after a break. I might take that other offer instead.

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    2. Jasper Mitchell

      Jasper Mitchell

      The fact that you've just admitted my eye fluttering catches you just made my day.

      Only because I'd expect pristine work to keep the pearly whites in tip top shape. No limits to the cost!

      'Quiet', I guess you're the exception to that rule already and we aren't even half way down that list. 

      Maybe? Sometimes you just don't remember the nights after a few drinks. That or stupidity tells you, 'That body is too fine to NOT just dive in like a submarine'. 

    3. Ashkar Gastrell

      Ashkar Gastrell

      I'm comfortable enough with who I am to admit when another man is aesthetically pleasing.

      Because I am sure I am not the only person who on more than one occasion wants to bash those pearly whites down that smug throat of yours.

      Quiet at my work, noisy at everything fucking else would sum me up better than I like.

      Jasper, darlin', I am many things but one of those things is not stupid enough to not make sure I am well protected in every sense of the world; especially genetically -- after all, I do not have genes or a appearance that needs a repeat.

    4. Jasper Mitchell

      Jasper Mitchell

      Okay, I can't deny that I may have made a few people more mad than happy. But that's just the price of the gamble.

      HA! Yea, I think the noisy but marks up most people. 

      I can't help it if ladies want J Juniors. Besides, even if they did, I don't think finding me would be easy for like. . . 99% of them.

  12. Invite Old Time Rock and Roll

    She confirmed his suspicions. She was the wife of the comatose wizard who had recently woken up. Ash supposed as miracles went that was the probably someone would come to one in their lifetime, well, those who lived an average lifetime. He certainly had not had an average life and could perhaps count a few events as miracles. Though lose could usually be explained away with a combination of science and sods law. He wasn’t sure if this witch knew much about science, the standard wizard or witch didn’t. After all what was the point of learning about the how and why of life when you could largely change it with a flick of a piece of wood. The issue was there was science in magic as well. It worked for a reason and once one could get down to the knitty gritty of that one could use magic in many different ways. It was this that allowed Ash to be able to use wandless magic more diversely than the average wizard. This, though, he knew was really beside the point. There was no wandless magic he could use that would allow him to give a man he didn’t know a full view of his bare ass. It was at this thought that the nameless woman slapped his ass and walked on ahead, hopefully leading him to where this naked ass show would go on. As he walked Ash rolled himself another cigarette, this time allowing himself to use a smidge of magic to make the process quicker and more stream lined, even going so far as to float one up and over the shoulder of the woman walking before him. He followed her through the back alleys of the city until they came upon the place that apparently the mooning would happen. This, if his memory was correct, was the private boys’ school. He gave the drunk and excited woman a smirk as she nudged him, reaching down to undo his trouser button and fly whilst she got the attention of whoever she wanted too. This gave Ash time to get into position next to her and wait for the command to drop his trousers. When that came Ash followed suit, sticking his own bare ass just out of the bushes, giving his own wiggle for good measure, after all if one was going to show off their ass too complete strangers they may as well get it from every glorious angle.
  13. There's a Fine, Fine Line

    Apparently his humor was either not well received or it went completely over head. He figured it was more likely the first option than the second but with the events from the last two weeks fresh in his mind, he figured anything was possible at this point. She responded too what he said by explaining him that she missed him and that he made her feel safe, apparently this had nothing to do with what he supplied and helped with in and around the house. She just missed him. That was not a sentiment he was used to hearing and it sent, well, it was best not to follow that line of emotions right at that moment. Then she lent into his hug causing him to squeeze her shoulder slightly before rubbing the top of her arm in a comforting manner. He knew that everything he’d confessed from his very long and in depth dive into her life before he knew her to the exposure of his growing feelings for her would change the dynamic between them. It was a dynamic he didn’t really want to change but since he’d spilled his guts to her, he would just have to cope with it. “No, it’s not really my place. The muggles that live here are away somewhere. I think the Dominican.” he said, turning to look back at the house “So, I can grab things in the morning. Though, I’ll go throw Nina over my shoulder in a second.” he knew she might be less than amused by the idea that he broke into someone strangers house and lived in it. It was, he decided, a good idea not to mention the other things he’d done to make sure he was undetected in the house.
  14. There's a Fine, Fine Line

    If he’d been paying attention to her and less on his own emotions and keeping everything he was feeling from spilling out, then he may have noticed the slightly differences in her. The slightly slouch shoulders, the bags that had taken root under her eyes. The way her hair wasn’t falling in the way it normally did. Then perhaps he would have picked up on the fact that more was going on then just him shaking the very foundation she had created her life upon. But he’d been too wrapped up in his own reactions too the events to really leave room for anything else. So as she responded to what he said, declaring that she hadn’t wanted him to go to Azkaban. That she actually enjoyed and wanted his company. This was something that he on some level understood and accepted, on a much larger level he just placed it down to her needing to expand her social circle. After all, anyone was better company that loneliness. Well, unless one was a hermit but that was not a life he could ever see Elektra living. When she sat down was when he stopped his back and forth routine. This wasn’t a moment to step away, this was a moment to step up. Sadly, he was never very good at giving emotional comfort when he was attempting to be genuine. A soft sigh escaped him as he shot one last look back at the front door, noticing how Nina was peaking around the corner of it. After some silent communication with the young girl he turned and walked towards Elektra taking a seat beside her on the pavement. “If that’s the case then I’m coming back tonight.” he said evenly, tilting his head slightly so that he could hear the rest of what was said between the sobs “Naturally, I leave pretty big shoes too fill don’t you think?” maybe humor wasn’t the way to go with this “Not quite as big as my nose, though.” running one middle finger down the aforementioned feature with a short laugh. Putting one arm around her, Ash pulled her curled form against his bringing her into a one armed hug, turning his own head to lightly kiss the top of hers “I miss you too.”
  15. There's a Fine, Fine Line

    Ash could almost predict the reaction too what he’d just announced. It wouldn’t be some big declaration that she felt the same way, it wouldn’t even be a simple ‘thanks for telling me’. It would somehow come back that by not talking about his feelings was somehow him being an asshole again. This was a dance he was getting use to and it wasn’t just with Elektra, it seemed to be something he ran into a lot with women. Well, used too. He’d not done any declarations of love in many many years and it had been many more years since they had been sincere ones. Yes, he’d lied about loving a woman before to get what he needed out of that situation. He’d got what he wanted and walked away, no doubt breaking the woman’s heart in the process. He never really thought about the after affects of what he did to get the job done. The rage, the tears and the verbal abuse tended to roll off him because it meant nothing in the long run. This time, this announcement, meant something and whatever she responded with he knew was going to hurt in some way or another. But the reaction he got from her was one that caused a short burst of laughter to erupt from him before he turned to look at her, genuine surprise and shock on his face. “None of that had anything to do with me making a decision about your life.” the surprise look soon gave way to a frown “That is about me making a decision about my own life, my own feelings. The way I view myself, the way I view you, the way I view the girls and the way I view me fitting into all your lives. I have never told you about how I feel because I am still trying to make that decision.” walking away from the door, he moved over towards her. “As for the rest of it, I can continue to apologies. I can reexplain my reasons. I can and have acknowledged that I made the wrong decisions and acted the wrong way, which, is not something I do often.” a sigh followed that statement, then he stepped back slightly “As for Nina, you are her registered guardian and I am a registered felon. She needs to go home with you.” another sigh “And since I’m landing things at your feet, I’ll add. I would like to discuss at some point in the very near future about me coming home as well.”
Ashkar Dev Gastrell
IWP undercover Agent/Enrollments Coordinator
46 year old Muggleborn Human He/Him
Age  46
Date of Birth November 21st, 1973
Birthplace Catford, Lewisham, London, Great Britian
Year Level 
Occupation IWP undercover Agent/Enrollments Coordinator
Player  Poppy
Blood Status Muggleborn
Species Human
Pronouns He/Him
Patronus Eurasian Wolf.
Wand 12 1/2 inch Birch Wand with Phoenix Feather Core, Supple
Play-by Naveen Andrews
  • Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy - He was in Ravenclaw.
  • School of hardknocks (self proclaimed)
  • His secret is he doesn't have any really good secrets.
  • Undercover at Tallygarunga as a member of the office staff.
  • Before his arrest was an con-man, scourer and general career criminal.
  • Is a skilled Occulmens and Legilimens.
  • Is skilled in non verbal and wandless magic.
  • Is an unregistered animagus, the form he takes is that of a canine (presumed wolf)
General Knowledge
  • He has a British accent (South Londener)
  • Is in a presumed romantic relationship with Elektra Devereux.

Ash is a man that seems to exude confidence. He wears this along with arrogance as a shield. Showing the world a Wizard who has little regard for many people in it. He doesn’t shy away from bold statements, flat out telling people the things they least want to hear. Since he has never been one to pull his punches – unless it was really important to do so – he often finds himself without many people that like him. The few close friends he has cultivated in life have started out as marks or people who seem to appreciate the ‘what you get is what you see’ quality about him.

That doesn’t mean that he has no conscious though. Asker is capable of feeling deeply about certain people, objects and places. If you are someone who falls into the ‘I care about this person’ category you can live safe in the knowledge that Ash will come through for you when you need him and may even lose sleep if he’s done something to offend you. This doesn’t mean he’ll be quick to apologize, though.

Something that tends to strike people about this rough around the edges Wizard is that he sits near the top of the intelligence levels, though his IQ has never been tested. This gives him both a curiosity which cats are often warned will kill them and the need for activity. He is not someone who can sit around without getting bored. Anything from the morning crossword to going for a run will keep him entertained for a short amount of time.

There is a strong chance that had he been in Tally as a teenager he would have been placed in Spencer, as a sense of humor resides within him. A sense of humor that is dark, a little morbid and he’s not above teasing people – and has been known to pull a prank or two in his day.


Ashkar is not particularly striking in looks. He could be considered handsome or, worse, exotic with his dark features. His face may be more striking if more could be seen, but since he never shaves; his face is constantly hidden behind his black beard and mustache combination, not to mention his long dark hair that reaches the base of his neck when in its natural curly state. But on occasions he allows someone to straighten it, it is sleek and long enough to brush between his shoulder blades. Perhaps the most interesting and even striking past of his face is his deep almost sorrowful brown eyes, which express more than his words or facial expressions could. Ash often says his worse feature is his nose, which, is rather large.


Standing at five foot seven he is considered short for a man. His body though well portioned with muscle is still more of the leaner side.

Ashkar favors colors on the darker end of the spectrum. His clothing style tends to change with his moods or with whatever assignment he is undergoing. On his downtime, he tends to favor comfort over fashion. Only his left ear is pierced.


The story so far

Asker was born the oldest son to a pair of Muggles, who already had their fair share of trouble before he was born. His Mother had been diagnosed with Schizophrenia in her teenage years, it often manifested as visual and auditory hallucinations glazed with a healthy dose of paranoia. His Father, though originally a hard working and loyal man who loved his wife, was starting to feel the effects of a pretty young mentally ill wife. The birth of Ash caused even more stress for the man, especially as he grew. He walked, talked and generally became more independent earlier than most of his peers and it was around this time that strange things would happen in the house.

Small things such as Ash wanting something, being told no and having it placed out of his reach only for a few minutes later for it to be in his hands. Neither parent knew what was going and eventually it lead to arguments that would keep young Ash awake through the night. When he reached the age of eleven he got his letter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A representative of the School came and explained everything to his parents and that September he was off into the Magical World.

The Sorting Hat placed him in Ravenclaw, the house of those with wit and intelligence. It wasn’t the house that Ash had envisioned him in. After all, he wasn’t a scholar. He was a scrawny, scrappy little boy. It took the first two years of school before he really found himself fitting into the Ravenclaw ideal of wit and intelligence, though; his nature of getting into fights never really abandoned him.

School was a happy time, though, as his home life wasn’t getting easier. His parents had two more children after he started school. A girl and a boy, the pair was born less than twelve months apart. The arrival of two younger children and the oldest being something his Parents couldn’t really understand caused Ash to become distant from them, spending most of the Holidays at Hogwarts and when home for the Summer Holidays hanging around with his Muggle friends.

It was during his last two years at school that he started to fall off the path that his Teachers expected of him. Though he retained good grades and had always been somewhat of a trouble maker, he started getting into more illegal things. It started with flinching potions and selling them to other students.

After graduating, Ash fell straight into the life of a criminal. It started out as small time things. Moving stolen objects, conning rich muggles and magical people alike out of their money and valuable objects. It eventually led to him specializing in procuring objects of magical significance – usually objects associated with the dark arts – for clients.

As he hit thirty he’d gain a reputation as a Wizard that could get you almost anything you wanted for the right price. When he branched out into Europe was when he met the woman, who would become is literal partner-in-crime. Though they often pretended otherwise on business, the pairs’ relationship was entirely platonic, more familial. Ash referring to her as his sister.

The pairs reign over Europe as some of the most wanted criminals came to an abrupt end when they were caught by the International Wizarding Police.

Ashkar was given an ultimatum, work for the IWP or face trial and spend the rest of his natural life within the walls of Azkaban. Naturally he choose the option that allowed him to be a somewhat free man.

From that moment on him and his partner in crime, turned partner in IWP were sent on some of the more dangerous missions. That was up until the day she disappeared. His first knowledge of her disappearance was when her twin sister was brought in to replace her for a particular job.

It didn’t take him long to figure out the switch.

At least a year has passed since then and now he is partnered with the twin sister, Elektra, living with her and her sisters two children as they start their new assignment in Australia, posing undercover at the School Tallygarunga.

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