Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 12:21:26 GMT -7
hello there, my name is Elliot Nader. i'm a senior assistant editor and journalist for the Daily Prophetand 27 so that makes me a graduate at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You could say I'm intelligent, wise and creative but I personally think that I am observant, sarcastic and pessimistic. People say I look a lot like Rami Malek, but I don't really see it...
elliot joseph nader
nope, prefers good old elliot.
date of birth:
1st of October 1997
gender & pronouns:
Hogwarts - Ravenclawoccupation:
Senior Assistant Editor of the Daily Prophet
10¼", alderwood, griffin feather, inflexible
elliot looks much like his playby. though, he stands at 6'1" after a rather surprising growth spurt just shy of his 17th birthday. he has soft brown skin, deep set green eyes, of which many people seem opinionated on, and has been noted to have rather long fingers. 'piano hands' his mother used to call him, before he started favouring a quill over keys. he has a tattoo on his right shoulder blade of an ink splattered raven. you will often find him with ink smudged somewhere on his person. in terms of appearance, elliot favours obscurity over style.
- fresh parchment
- dried ink
- old dusty books
- print presses
- controversial stories
- uncovering the truth
- people who take things too seriously
- the concept of 'blood status'.
- the purifiers
- people pleasers
- large crowds
to be the editor and chief of the daily prophet
the smell of fresh parchment, and the bitter scent of ink drying on its surface. irish coffee in the morning. and sweet, cigarette smoke against a feminine perfume.
elliot fears losing his job, above all else. he has worked tirelessly to get where he is, long days and even longer nights. sacrificing much of his social life to get where he is. which is why taking a risk for ouroboros is a massive risk for him. and a fear in itself.
Elliot used to be so shy that eye contact used to make him break out in a cold sweat. Some people would say that he started wearing contacts and it gave him a new face. In reality, Elliot just realized that the only thing he was really afraid of was failure. Journalism gave Elliot something to focus on, and from the rubble of his old self, emerged a sharp-tongued, fearless writer. He still isn’t the most social of individuals, but he isn’t afraid of an interview either. Always equipped with his quick-quoes quill and an old muggle recorder. Wizards hardly ever thought to ask him not to pack one of those. He is sarcastic and clever, and perhaps a little arrogant at times. With strong views regarding the concept of blood status and an unflinching desire to put an end to it, he imagines a world where he can write without wondering if it’ll end with him dead.
millicent nader, nee mclaird, deceased, muggleborn, cleaner
raz nader, 65, squib, barber
____ nader, 16, student
____ nader, 19, student
none, though he wishes he had a dog.
When Raz Nader moved to the small village of Killin in Scotland, he did so to escape the shame of his family. Born a squib to a well respected wizarding family in Egypt, Raz had many resentments toward the community, even in an entirely different country. It was clear to him that he was not welcome, and so he married a muggle woman named Millicent and he had a son, and two daughters. Elliot Joseph Nader adored his father, a man so hard-working and noble that it was no surprise that he wanted to be just like him. What he did not know, though, was about his past. It was a great burden for Raz to bear, and perhaps he failed his son by shielding him from an entire world, but Elliot was not supposed to be magical. He failed to show early warning signs, bore no interest in other-worldly matters and was, for the most part, a rather logical child. He favoured science and straight forward answers. Math was his favourite subject growing up, second only to the piano, of which his mother taught him to play.
And then, Elliot turned 11 and a letter was dropped through their door. The moment Raz saw the seal, he plucked it from the letterbox and tore it in to a dozen little pieces. His son was not a wizard, and that was that. However, when the second arrived a day later and Elliot found and opened it himself, Raz had to tell his son. He was honest, though his candidness was coloured by his negative experiences. There was a whole other world out there, one that Elliot just so happened to fit in to, if he wanted. But, that he must be careful, because it was an unforgiving world. One that did not favour weakness, and while different, was rather solid in its position of differences. Elliot was afraid, but with the support of his mum, he went off to his first year at Hogwarts. Though, Raz made it perfectly clear that if Elliot ever changed his mind, he could come straight home. No questions asked. Elliot never took his father up on that offer. He thrived at Hogwarts.
Placed in Ravenclaw, Elliot did favour intellect above all else. He was a quiet, shy boy with thick glasses and quick-bitten nails. And while his father had only warned him for his own safety, it made Elliot so wary that he barely made any friends. He was smart, astute and passed every class with flying colours, but he never stepped out of his own shadow. Not until his 7th year, when he grew tired of silence. This was the year that Elliot was recruited to join the school newspaper. It was quickly apparent that Elliot had a way with words, and a rather blunt and straight-forward way of using them. He had no loyalties and therefore, his pieces were never coloured by personal opinions. And when a few pieces garnered him enough attention to be stopped, and even hassled once or twice, Elliot quickly learned how to take it in stride. He liked that it got under other peoples skin. In his eyes, it meant that he’d been right to print them in the first place. He graduated with an internship at the Daily Prophet.
Elliot’s mother died during his first year at the Daily Prophet. An inoperable brain tumor. He didn’t find out until it was too late, his parents hiding it from him in an attempt to push their son to focus on his career. When Elliot found out he was furious, but he also knew the one other reason he hadn’t been told. Wizards had a way of thinking they could cure anything. Even death. It was a wake up call for Elliot. He began climbing the ranks of the Daily Prophet furiously by posting more and more inflammatory pieces. Unafraid of controversy, with no desire for greasing palms. He was even sued a few times, every time the cases were thrown out of court. Elliot was good at dragging up dirt, but he always made sure to cross his t’s and dot his i’s.
By the time Elliot was 26, he was promoted to Senior Assistant Editor, and had earned himself enough grudging respect that he lived in comfortable unease. He was barely in his new position a year when Padma Parvati approached him in an attempt to stop him printing a rather questionable piece about the possible creation of a secret organization named ‘Ouroboros’. Elliot had not at first been convinced, but something about the way Parvati had stated her case had stopped him momentarily. Though, his integrity almost pushed him to do it anyway, he had no loyalties after all. However, the possibility of learning more about the motivations of this group, and with the state of the world as it was, Elliot eventually agreed to a tentative alliance. It meant putting himself at risk, but in the end, what mattered was that there be a free world to write in. And that did not seem to be the core motivation of the Purifiers. Elliot thought of his father, and what he faced by in Egypt, the prejudice against him that was so severe he fled for a different continent. That he tore his own sons letter up in an attempt to protect him. Elliot wanted better for the world.
site events reaction:
In the wake of the Purifiers birth as a terrorist organisation, Elliot has been forced to print many pieces about the cracks that are beginning to show in the wizarding community. From the tragic death of the visiting school students from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang, to the disappearance of the Boy Who Lived. In these trying times, Elliot has questioned the reliability of our leaders, and whether or not the lax attitude toward school bullying is encouraging the resurgence of dark traits among our very own children. The destruction of Ilvermorny only seems to prove Elliot right, as our enemies continue to target the young, penning them in to smaller and smaller quarters.
a whooole bunch. tia, ondina, aaron, elijah, jimmie, nate, iliana