Warren, Elijah

[Elijah Warren]

Elijah James Warren,
All the bad boys
are standing in the shadows.
all the good girls are home with broken hearts
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elijah james warren - twenty six - half blood - death eater - hufflepuff - bar tender.

Personal private writings of Mr. Warren,

It's funny how things work out really... one day you're just a kid and the next you're making one of the biggest decisions of your life, you're choosing between two sides, choosing which one is right. I ask myself this question all the time, did I make the right choice? Who is to say who is in the wrong in all of this? It's hard to say I feel like I'm in my skin when in reality I am outside of my own body, someone else is making the calls, I'm just following along... blindly to what might come.

It's not so much about the choice I made in my life, the path that I so regret choosing but more about where my family came from and the background and beliefs they follow. My father was a high rank Death Eater until he was killed in battle, dying for what he believed in. I can't lie by saying we saw him as a hero, we saw him for what it was... he was doing something he so strongly believed in, I looked up to that. He had a passion for everything he did and he made sure he showed that to me. His pressure to make me follow in his footsteps didn't help either, I was constantly pushed to believe what my parents believed, to understand that this was truly the right choice and that by being a Death Eater I would not only pass it down to my children and further generations but to mostly make my father proud.

Straight out of Hogwarts I knew what I wanted to do, I etched my arm with the mark, the skull and snake. I knew so much that I wanted to do this for my father, more so than I knew for myself what I really wanted. I was always hard headed in school, I suppose I still am. Being a Death Eater was not what I expected, I didn't know nearly then what I do know now. I've seen death right before my eyes, I've seen spells do horrible things to good people... and for what? These are the questions being pulled from my mind, the longer I'm intertwined into this ordeal.

Because of my fathers status with the Death Eaters before his death, I can't say the Dark Lord wasn't thrilled to see me join forces with his army. I've been in it since I was eighteen and had to prove myself to him for sure but I won't go into details as to what I had to do and how I did it but I can say I've reached a rank almost as high as my father was before he died. This is not me being egotistical about the whole thing, it's me being honest to whoever may find this after my death... whoever you may be... thank you. I hope this book ends up in the right hands someday.

Page two.

My parents divorced young, I never knew why until I was in my late teens and it's hard even now writing it down on this paper than to just speak it out loud to no one but myself. My mother was an Order member before my parents met, my father was secretive about his life except for with me and I can see why now. My father found out about where my mother stood when I turned thirteen. Now I can only wonder why they were both so secretive, was it to protect themselves or each other? They didn't fight about it but it shocked my father. My mother knew about my father being a Death Eater, I can only imagine so... but I'm not really sure. I can't say they didn't try to make it work but in the end for her safety at the age of fourteen, I saw them split and my mother disappeared from my life completely... I don't know where she is now but I hope she's still alive.

As for my father, he was lonely after the divorce, a lot changed in him, he became cold and bitter... and dare I say a bit paranoid? I believe he thought the Order was after him. He was worried that mom was married to him merely just to gather information about the Death Eaters even though he kept that part of himself private. Personally, I don't think that was the case as I'm here, living and breathing and looking like the both of them, having both of their traits. I don't think she would have had me if she knew he was the exact thing that she hated so much. Perhaps they were both paranoid seeing as my mother disappeared herself.

At sixteen, I got a letter, a measly letter about my fathers death and it left me completely lost. My mother had been gone for years now and now my own father who raised me to be in his footsteps, to be his clone, died with no signs of any distress. I was completely left to defend for myself and learn for myself the ways of life, everything from then on was my decision. It scared me being alone, having to finish school with no one to turn to, no one to talk to... I really had no one but a few friends in my life. It was lonely to say the least. I kept my emotions to myself and even to this day I still do, I suppose I get that from my father, it's no surprise really.

How can I sum myself up now? I'm a loner, hard to attach myself to women for very long, hider of emotions, and battling with myself.

I'm just a loner bar tender following in my fathers footsteps, questioning everything about my life.

So where do I go from here?

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

- Just for fun, not an actual post... yet anyway. -

Elijah ran down the stairs in a quick pace, barely tripping over his grandmothers stuffed taxidermy cat, nearly killing himself on her tacky glass figurines all throughout the house. God forbid he breaks one of those things. "June..." He called out to his grandmother. "You really need to get rid of that dead cat you have laying around. It's not funny that you keep putting it in random places just to trip me either." He popped his head into the sitting room, glaring at her sitting there on her antique couch with a glass of warm tea in her hand, a smirk on her face. She put it there on purpose, what a witch!

Hello! My name is, Eli and I've been roleplaying for nine years years.
My characters play-by is John Mayer and my application is, done so sort me already!