The Deathly Hallows legend (The tale of the three brothers)

[Leonie]

The Tale of The Three Brothers
the ooc: http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=27852

Spoiler: The Characters 

Childish Gambino- Antioch Peverell
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Ladybug- Cadmus Peverell
Name: Cadmus Peverell
Personality: Cadmus is a man who is extremely precise with his wording because he finds education to be "a necessary building block in a child's life." He has longing days where he dreams about his sweet dead fiancee, so he often contains a blank expression on his face. Cadmus has always been adventurous, so this new journey will be exciting for Cadmus and his brothers. Cadmus isn't the wits of the family, he's the challenger!
Picture: http://images.wikia.com/harrypotter/...s_Peverell.JPG Go to this link!\
What he contains: The resurrection stone
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Charvi Mehra- Ignotus Peverell
Age: 17
Appearance: http://role-player.net/forum/showthr...t=27852&page=5
Hallow: Deaht's Invisibility Cloak
Personality: The youngest Peverell brother, yet still a man in his own right, Ignotus is considered the wisest and most humble of his brothers. He has a good head on his shoulders and thinks very practically. Admittedly this does not make him a favorite for the ladies, but one tries. He enjoys sport and a certain amount of recklessness like any other young man, but isn't so overly confident as to lead to any sort of destructive behavior.
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G- Ava Wylde
(pictures: http://role-player.net/forum/showthr...t=27852&page=3)
21.
Female.

Ava, in life, is a vibrant, spirited young witch, full of life and vivacious energy. She and Cadmus have been sweethearts since they were old enough to look at each other in that way, and childhood friends before that. She loves him whole-heartedly, and isn't slow to show it, having a very affectionate nature. The young woman is always ready for a laugh and conversation comes easy to her.

After her resurrection, Ava finds that she cannot connect with the world around her, or, most painfully, the man she has loved since she first contemplated the word. Though her feelings have not wavered, she feels a distance between them that, lacking the warmth and breath of life, she cannot fill.

Once back on the physical plane of the living, she is trapped there by the stone, and Cadmus' unwillingness to let her go.
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Leonie- Death
Death does not have specific features to identify it from, but it can take the appearance of it's choosing according to it's needs. This is why Death can walk among the living when needed and doesn't attract unwanted attention.

Death is the one to make sure that the living pass on accordingly when their time has been used. Our picture of "a reaper" though, couldn't be more wrong. Only if Nature and The Universe fail to do their job, it is Death's duty to intervene.

Usually everything runs smoothly, especially with muggles, but from time to time there are exceptions.

Death, in this RP is mostly a narrator type.
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Uncertain-

http://role-player.net/forum/showthr...t=27852&page=8

Name: Symeon Crabbe
Age: 28


Bio: Symeon is a wizard from an old pure-blood family named Crabbe. He went to school with the Peverell brothers, where he was in Antioch's year, and has lived near the Peverells in Godric's Hollow his entire life. He has kept a strong friendship with the three brothers and often visits them. He is betrothed to the lovely Emilia Gaunt, but fears the chains of marriage and responsibility and doesn't wish to get married. If it was up to him he'd remain a bachelor until his dying day with only the occasional serving girl to warm his bed, but as the heir of the Crabbe family, his father would never allow it.

Personality: He has all the manners and charm one can get from a good pure-blood upbringing, but ususally speaks before he thinks, which more often than not gets him in trouble. Symeon has a good heart but an awful temper, and firewhiskey especially brings out the worst in him. He is used to always getting what he wants, and if he doesn't, he will take it by force. Symeon will never back down from a bet, which often leads him into doing stupid and dangerous things. Throughout his childhood most of his reckless behaviour has been caused by bets and dares from Antioch. He has a lot of respect for his father who is a very strict man, and would do anything for his mother and siblings.

He also owns a horse named Ribbon.

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Life
It usually lingers on without much interference.
So does death.
Nature has it's ways of keeping the balance between these two worlds, but even it can fail.

The ones with magic are in the eyes of Death just as insignificant as the ones born without it. When the biggest outbrteak of plague since the Black Death crept it's fingers around Europe, it did not bother to give the wizards any more mercy than the others. Since then Death has had it easy, Nature is taking it's toll and there is mostly no need to intervene.
Death can only smirk at those fragile little men trying to combine herbs into medicine, or on the other hand, trying see if any spells have been overlooked, to save what still can be saved.
Yet, no one should make the wrong assumption that the plague is of Death's makings.
That is in no way the case; the disease is the outcome of Nature and men colliding.
Even if Death wanted to do something on the behalf of humans, it couldn't stop the course of events.
No one should either think that Death is in some way evil or bad, in the conception of those words to men. Death should in the contrary be considered as a force of nature.

So as the events now linger on, you should see them as what they are;
inexorable

[G]

Ava smiled, feeling the breeze in her hair from the little verandah of the small, shack-like house that she and Cadmus shared. It was a simple affair, built of neat slabs of timber, small but comfortable. Home.
Standing to go inside, she paused for a moment, one hand rising to rest on her heart as it fluttered suddenly, her breaths seeming not to reach all the way to her lungs, just for a moment. Her head spun, and she steadied herself on the railing, taking long, deep breaths. As quickly as it had come, the feeling dissapeared, and she continued inside, trying not to listen to the worried, fretful feeling that had begun gnawing it's way out of her stomach.
"Cadmus, darling, are you home?" she called, setting the basket of herbs she had been gathering from the small garden behind the house on the counter, and looking around for her love.
As she did so, she flipped open a large, heavy book that was resting on the counter, turning pages quickly until she found the place she had left off at. For days Ava had been studying ancient spellbooks, desperately trying to find something that would combat the terrible plague that had been eating through muggles and wizards alike for weeks now. Several of the people from their local village were already stricken, and Ava, under the pretence of practising simple herb-lore, had been doing her best to heal them, and when she couldn't, to ease their passing into the next life.
It was a terrible thing, this plague, starting with nothing more than shortness of breath, and weak heart palpitations, Just like... no. Ava squashed the thought as quickly as it had sprung into life in her mind, thinking of how those poor muggles were on their final days, their bodies skeletal, wasted away, their eyes dull. It was as though the plague prevented the body from absorbing any sustenance, no matter how much food or water the person was given. Their bodies just kept deteriorating, until...
Merlin, there must be something we can do!

[Ladybug]

Cadmus jumps at the sound of his darling's voice, ever so fragile and frail. "Yes, my sweet, I'm in the study, trying to find a cure for this infernal disease." Cadmus' head wrinkled at this puzzle. For months now he and his wife have been gathering herbs and looking through books to try and solve the mystery of this plague. He gets up and starts to walk down the narrow steps, when he sees his darling reading out of an old book that he had laid on the counter. "Darling, what ever are you doing with that old thing?" he asks clearly puzzled. She looked just as confused about this plague as he was.

[G]

"I found something interesting," Ava replied, pointing out the section she'd been reading. It described a similar event in history, where Magicians had combined muggle medicine with strengthening and enhancing spells to create a cure for a disease that had overrun a small village. The incident in quesiton had been on a much smaller scale, but perhaps it was a good starting point?
"Oh," she murmured, almost to herself, "I'm starving." Strange, since they'd had breakfast not two hours before.
She turned, making for the kitchen cupboard to find herself some snack, and abruptly collapsed, her legs giving way under the weight of her body.
"Cadmus!" she cried in alarm, struggling to stand again. Then she fainted dead away.

[Charvi Mehra]

Ignotus travelled merrily down the road, whistling a cheerful tune and nearly skipping along the path. It was a beautiful day, for certain; the most beautiful in months. There was the plague, naturally, which preyed on Muggle and Wizard alike and it was terrible. He was doing everything he could to help, but he still felt his best wasn't good enough. People were still dying. For this reason, he had made the decision to keep up a cheerful disposition as much as possible. Happiness is contagious, and he wanted to help keep everyone's spirits up until they could find a cure. He reached his elder brother's front door and knocked sharply.

"Cadmus? Ava? Are you home?"

[Ladybug]

Before Cadmus knew it, it darling was falling to the ground. He ran and grabbed her before she hit the ground. He shed a tear, knowing that the disease had reached her.
Cadmus picked her up and laid her on the worn sofa. He brushed the hair away from her face and heard a small voice and knock on the door. Cadmus cracked it open slightly to see the face that the voice belonged to. When he saw that it was his brother he gestured inside and replied with a forced smile "Brother! Please come in, come in."

[G]

It was no more than a few moments before Ava regained consciousness, but Cadmus had already taken action, she could tell, when she found herself lying on the house's old couch.
"Uh.." she moaned softly, still feeling weak and somewhat dizzy, 'I... I don't know what happened. One minute I was fine, and then..."
She looked up into her husbands' worried eyes, seeing the same conclusion there that she herself had come to.
"I'm infected. Stay away from me, both of you!" Ava cried, seeing Ignotus there as well.

[Ladybug]

Cadmus takes a step closer, "Calm down, my sweet." he says as he grabs her by the waist and strokes her hair. "Infection or no infection, we're still a team." He forces a weak smile, but he knows how this will end up. He dries her tears and leads her back to the sofa. He gestures to his brother with his hand towards the kitchen. Cadmus tries hard to hide his emotions from his brother, but he can't help but sniffle with sorrow. "Brother, what am I ever to do? We are to be married in a month! I shall take her to see the doctor, but he won't be able to help. Once the plague hits the body, it's as good as dead." When he says the last line, tears rush to his eyes. Was it true? Will she make it? Before Ignotus could respond, Cadmus fled the room to where his fiancee was laying. He laid his head in his hands and let soft sobs escape. Nobody could see him in this condition.

[Uncertain]

Symeon was riding his horse down the street with his head held high and his back held straight, but a frown upon his brow marred his elegant appearance. The horse was a great black Freisian named Ribbon, which he had bought from a muggle merchant a few years ago, and it listened loyally to his every command. His friends would often question this way of traveling, and his father would scoff at him for not apparating like a real wizard would, but truth was, Symeon liked this kind of muggle transport. It was elegant and it let him fit in among the muggles in the village. Also, apparating made him queasy. His father was never one for keeping a low profile, though, nor did he ever get nauseous.

The reason for the worried frown he was wearing was, of course, the plague. It had turned out to be a bigger problem than they had first thought, and now both muggles and wizards were dying like flies.
He had headed out to find Antioch, whom he would always turn to to discuss his concerns, but hadn't been able to find him. Symeon had reasoned that he must have gone to Cadmus' house, which was where the three brothers would usually meet. That's probably because of Ava's cooking, he mused.

So that was where his faithful horse was heading, and as he arrived and tied Ribbon's reins to the railing of the veranda, he wore a little smile instead of his earlier frown. He loved Antioch's brothers as if they were his own brothers, and was always happy to pay them a visit. As he entered through the open door though, his smile faltered. He had obviously walked straight into a serious situation, with Cadmus rushing from the room, Ignatius standing just inside the door and Ava sitting on the couch, looking upset. Symeon coughed awkwardly and said:
"Um... I'm sorry, I didn't... I, uh... Should probably leave."

[SQJPure]

Antioch felt anxious, he was struck with the overwhelming urge to not be there but he played on for the busy hall, full of the highest ranked of the wizarding community. There was no magic needed for this. There was a plague out there frightening all of those who once considered their worlds safe.

Antioch looked up from his violin to take yet another glance at the crowd. hey were drawn in. The song was a slow daunting tell of love and loss. His mother had always said he could do things with an instrument that defied the foundations of life and magic, a magic of it's own. She'd gone as far as stolen a violin for him to play with as a child. He'd had many an opportunity to get a new one but this was the one his mother had stolen for him as a frail boy.

He wasn't frail any more. He was easily six feet, large compared to the average wizard. Size, being meaningless in the wizarding world. He wasn't as skilled a wizard as the others.

He looked up there was a petite young woman in a red dress. Gorgeous, with a single tear running down her cheek. He was supposed to be meeting his brother, helping out in some way, he didn't know how. He wasn't sure he cared. He wasn't that kind of wizard. At best he'd be nothing more than support for the others. The younger, better achieving brothers. All he could do was fight, lift heavy objects, maybe play a tune. If music could cure, a fight heal he'd be there.

What could he do to help out? What?