Post by alexander on Jul 9, 2012 15:21:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 400px; opacity: .9; background-image: url(http://i528.photobucket.com/albums/dd328/Zafrina_HL/sddds.png); border-top: solid 3px #1b1b1b; border-bottom: solid 3px #1b1b1b; border-left: solid 3px #1b1b1b; border-right: solid 3px #1b1b1b; filter: alpha(opacity= 100); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity: .50;,true] [style=font-size: 17px; text-transform: uppercase; ]Labeled malcontent, by bastards of decent, excuse this place I stand, words are to elude you [/style]Eyeing his fire whiskey, Damien reveled in the glory of another day well spent. To play the part of an auror was to take on a lot of responsibility, especially in these trying times. He played his part well and made sure no actual criminal got away. Yet the definition of what was truly criminal and what-not used to be a matter of debate inside the lawman's head. The Wizarding World was under siege, attacked by the forces of impurity. Mudbloods, muggleborns they were all part of a growing problem. Soon they'd all be squibs, or worse. During Voldemort's control of the ministry he had his way. They were put behind bars. Their wands were broken. All those who could not attest to their blood being of sufficient purity were punished for being unable to do so. Damien would lie if he did not enjoy the looks on the faces of every mudblood as the dementors loomed overhead, waiting to take them home to Azkaban. A prison once reserved only for his brothers in arms and the actual criminals of the land. Yet Voldemort's rule had ended and their organization had fallen into anarchy and disarray. Most were caught and tried. Yet he succeeded in keeping some of them out of prison. Damien sabotaged cases for a living, at this point. He had saved several of his closest friends from being hauled off to that terrible place and sought to continue doing so for as long as he could. When one committed to the Death Eaters and their ideals one was in it for life. There was no honorable way out and the younger Byrne often found himself torn between his loving wife and demanding life as a double agent. Taking a sip from his glass, the auror noticed an old friend entering the establishment and made the request for another glass to be poured. [style= text-align: justify; font: normal times 10px; line-height: 12px; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px;]Hey there! So here's 315 words for Austin. The Lyrics in this template are from Enemy by Drowning Pool. The only other thing I have to say is Sorry for the craptasticness of it, just wanted to give you something at least. This template was made by Mercy of Wonderland. [/style] |
