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a non-canon au potterverse roleplay
October, 2019 :: Spring

Ashkar Gastrell

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  • Birthday 11/21/1973

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    Ashkar Dev Gastrell
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    Naveen Andrews

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  1. Invite 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.
  2. Invite 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.
  3. 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,
  4. 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.”
  5. 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. 

  6. 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.

  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. 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.”
  10. 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.”
  11. There's a Fine, Fine Line

    “I never said that you said any of those things.” he bit back, though, it was somewhat relieving that she just wasn’t angry at time. Ash had not problem with shouldering his fair share of the blame, after all, he was responsible for about sixty percent of the problems but he’d felt for the last two weeks that he’d been taking the blame for every single thing that had gone wrong, that every lie or issue was somehow something he’d done or not done. He knew that, for the most part, this was just him being overly dramatic and trying to rationalize his own actions and reactions. “Are you even listening? This isn’t about just you and I have already acknowledged that I should have informed you in some way. I explained while I avoided doing that, bad reasons as they may be they are reasons. Nina is hurt, disappointed and frustrated too! But that is clearly besides the point.” This was moment that she snapped about something he he hadn’t said. At that Ash sighed and put the bags he was holding just inside the door, one hand braced against the door frame. He could just spit out some more reasons that he could just make up on the spot or he could be honest, tell her the truth and leave himself open and vulnerable. Turning to look at her he noticed the hair she was holding in her hand. This caused him to sigh again. “I’m very much in love with you.” he said finally “And I don’t know how to handle that, I don’t know anything, really. This is why I got drunk and considered, rather foolishly, about going to Azkaban too somehow make myself a better man and be worthy of someone like you.” another sigh as he looked away from her “But I’m not ever going to be worthy and I’m not capable of change. So, that’s pretty much it. Now I’ll go get Nina.”
  12. There's a Fine, Fine Line

    Naturally Nina ignored her Aunt and made a beeline for a room near the back of the house. Ash sighed at that. In fairness he had told her that she had little to worry about as the fault would be lain at his door. Which is exactly what happened. Then again, she had a point. He should have let her know where Nina was. A text message or an owl would not have taken any time out of his day to send and it wouldn’t have left Elektra without having to run around like a panicking headless chicken. The problem was, he was still feeling a little bit hurt by what had happened two weeks ago and had put off any and all communication between them as long as possible. This was why Ash waited after she said no about coming into the house, it was why he should there and allowed her to poke him in the chest and lay all her emotions and anger at his feet. Then, of course, she implied that she shouldn’t have expected anything like honesty or truth from him because of what he had not told her recently. A surge of anger flashed through him, an anger which was then doused by the movement of brushing away tears. “I agree, I should have told you she was with me. I have a very good idea how worried you have been however, I haven’t thought much about it these last few hours. That is largely because I have been doing my best not to think about you, two weeks ago or the fact that fucked everything up.” taking a deep breath he paused long enough to run a hand through his hair, before looking back at Elektra. “So be pissed off at me, hate me, hand me over to the IWP if that makes you feel better about anything but we need to get one thing straight,” damn, he needed a cigarette but right there and then stopping too roll and then spark up might break the tension in a bad way “That girl in there doesn’t hate you, in fact we just spent the majority of today with her trying to find you the perfect present for Christmas. Nina is confused, sad, lonely, frightened and she’s a teenager, they are kind of dickheads to their guardians.” “As for me, I...” he trailed off, this was the moment he could have said everything he felt he should say but would be too scared too say “It doesn’t matter. I’m clearly the bad guy in this. I’ll go and get Nina for you.” and with that, he turned to walk into the house.
  13. There's a Fine, Fine Line

    Two weeks had passed since that call from his sister which had let to a much larger problem. His falling out with Elektra, if it could be called that. He’d essentially told her everything he knew that she didn’t then walked out. It wasn’t so much walked out as he decided that space was something that was required. The time was going supposed to be few days perhaps a week, but that week at stretched into the two. It didn’t help that he was also actively not doing everything he should be. He was a convicted criminal and had duties he was supposed to meet for the International Wizarding Police. Needless to say he’d not been too any of the contact points, had avoided going to Tallygarunga and had pretty much been living off the the magical grid for those weeks. This had not stopped one of his precocious nieces from finding him though. He’d come home earlier that day to find Nina sat on his door step, a packed bag at her feet. His first desire had been too pull the young girl into a tight hug, but, instead had gone with the second one which was to ask her dryly if she’d run away. The young blonde hadn’t run away, in fact she’d simply told her Aunt that she was staying over a friends that night and had got that friend to cover for her as she made her way here. So after letting her in the house, putting her bag away and a deep conversation over his absence, the pair had come to the conclusion that there was only one way to rebuild their own battered bridge. That was apparently Christmas shopping. Christmas shopping in England. So the pair had caught a port key and done just that. A few hours had been sent looking around London, stopping in shops and getting presents for Elena, school friends and even Elektra got one or two from her niece. They had then moved on to the cities of Bath and Birmingham. Then finally, exhausted, full of food and weighed down with more bags than they needed the pair caught the original port key back to Australia. It was just as they were walking down the path towards the current place he was staying that Ash noticed a familiar figure standing beside the door. “Shit! came the voice of the young witch next to him. “Seems like your mate folded.” he replied, stopping next to where his Niece stood. “Like a cheap suit.” Nina added. “Like a very fucking cheap suit.” he said placing a hand on the girls back “Don’t worry too much, she’ll blame me anyway.” and with that said, the pair strolled down the path as he fumbled for the front door keys. “Evening.” he said to Ele as he opened the door and took some bags from Nina, then using his body to hold the door open as the young girl darted over the threshold “Coming in?” he asked Elektra, waiting for her to make her decision.
  14. Elektra Devereaux Puzzle With a Piece Missing

    There was little more him to say now that all the cards were on the table. He watched Elektra as she moved to look through the dossiers he’d made up. These people were her relatives, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. None of them were the sort of people who would accept who he was, though, Elektra they would accept. The girls they would accept. The dossiers, if nothing else, opened the door for them to have a wider family, well on the Devereaux side of things. The Bellerose should be actively avoided. Ash had heard all about the wizard who was Elektra’s biological father. Whilst waiting for her to finish her brief look through, he flicked one hand and sends both cups of coffee floating back towards the sink. He couldn’t stay here, that was something he knew right there and then. She would need time to take everything in and revaluate their entire situation. So, whilst she was looking at the information he’d given her Ash was considering what he should take with him and which location he would go to. He has several locations in the area he could go too when needed, a safe house. Then Elektra spoke again. “I don’t know what she currently knows. I haven’t had dealings with her in years, thankfully.” the thankfully was added as more of an afterthought “This girl is in Australia. She went to Tallygarunga, a Sturt. It’s all in there, last known address and the one for her art studio.” he sighed and run a hand through his hair before speaking again “If Estella knows this information, then yes, this girl could be in a considerable amount of danger. But, I would also guess that she’ll be low down on the list of people she is watching.” This was the point when he felt it was best to remove his self from the situation, well, the home at least. Turning to the desk again, he closed the laptop before picking up a piece of paper and pen. On it he wrote down the address of the place he would be staying. “I think it’s best if I go for a few days and give you time to decide what you want to do with the information and our arrangement. I’ll let the IWP where I am but won’t disclose any other information.” he said, putting the address on top of the pile of dossiers “That’s where I’ll be. I have placed extensive protection spells around this house. I’ll come back in two days to renew them, I’ll try and come when you aren’t here.” He paused for a moment, one hand resting on the address he’d placed down looking at it for a few seconds taking a deep breath before reconstructing his emotional walls, something he would need over the next couple of months. He then looked towards where his room was and decided that he didn’t need to linger and cause more emotional strain than he already had. There was only one thing he needed to say before he left. “Elektra, I understand that my actions or lack thereof around this wasn’t the right thing to do, despite what I believed.” he said, even now trying to dodge around saying the words he really needed to say “It was never my intention to hurt you.” that said, he turned away and picked up his normally discarded wand from the top of the desk and his leather jacket from the back of the computer chair. “I’m sorry.” he said finally, putting on his jacket as he turned to head towards the front door.
  15. Elektra Devereaux Puzzle With a Piece Missing

    Ash didn’t see the point in denying that she had a point, that there was a way for him to sit him down and explain everything he knew, in detail. He had ample opportunities within their time together to have popped the lid off that can of worms. The truth was though not only did he never really feel like he could find the right time but also that the more time that passed the more the issue was pushed further back in his mind until it was something he never really thought about. That was until it had popped up and bit him in the ass. He sighed deeply, whilst waiting for her to finish what she was saying. “It wasn’t just Emi. I was involved. It was put on the girls to protect them against Estella. This is what led down the path of finding out about your blood status and something else.” he said, picking up his coffee again and sipping it. The mixture of bitter and sweet taste that his coffee had somehow didn’t bring its normal satisfied feeling. Placing the cup down Ash knew he was not only rocking the foundation of Elektra’s life but he was very soon going to make it so she questioned whether she would have to report his activities to international wizarding police. “Though that wasn’t necessary too the enchantment itself. When we were discussing the whole thing it made me think about something Estella had told me in more of her more...” he trailed off thinking for a moment of what the best word would be to explain her younger sister in that moment “candid and vulnerable moments.” This time though, Ash didn’t wait for Ele to make some snappy comment about what might have brought around such a moment in his presence, instead he decided to plough on with the cryptic thing she had said. “She said that she’d tracked your mother’s lineage for a while and ended up stumbling across the fact that your mother was actually a Squib. That the Devereaux surname you all share was from a pure blood wizarding family, which actively disassociated themselves with non magical members of the family. This is likely what caused your Mother to become an alcoholic. She’d jump from this too tracking your biological father. It was during this she discovered that, despite her long held hope, you are half siblings and actually...your biological Father holds the name Bellerose.” Turning away from her for a moment, he made his way back over to the desk. Pulling open a different draw he pulled out a small stack of files. “As I am sure you can imagine this piqued my interest. So, I personally did some...shall we say, digging? Into the subject and these are the dossiers I made of the people I uncovered. Emilia has seen these; she’s even written notes on them, which I asked her not to do.” turning around he placed the files down where she had put the notebook. “The top one is the most recent, I’ve actually made that up over the last two months. I recognized the name Bellerose from someone who attended Tally. I followed, bribed, blackmailed and other things I’m not going explain a few people and...” he paused, stopping and flipping open the top folder to reveal a moving picture of a young dark haired woman “Her name is Artemisia Elene Bellerose. She is your half-sister on your fathers’ side.”
Ashkar Dev Gastrell
IWP undercover Agent/Enrollments Coordinator
45 year old Muggleborn Human He/Him
Age  45
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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