I am Firenze. A centaur, though perhaps not entirely in accordance with the traditional views of my kind. I possess a certain affinity for the stars, and a tolerance for human curiosity, within reason. I observe. I learn. And occasionally, I guide.

The Wise Centaur.

Sirius. That's me. I’m told I’m rather striking. Dark hair on the long side, though it could use a good wash, I’ll admit. Grey eyes that used to be bright. A bit thin, perhaps. Years of... inactivity, you see. I’m known to be a bit of a charmer, bit of a prankster, and a bloody hell of a rebel. I’m fiercely loyal to my friends, and I’d do anything for them. I can be a bit hot-headed, I suppose. And I’ve got a rather dry sense of humour, which is lucky because my life’s a bit of a joke.

The Black Dog.

I am not Tom. Not anymore. I am a vessel of power. Love... it is a poison, and you, its unwitting carrier. You have infected me with it. You and your damned love. A chink in my ambition. To rise, I must be pure again. This… this… is a necessary pruning. A tumor must be axed to ensure the health of the body. I do not want to. I need to.

ꪆৎ . ── ambition was his paramour.

Malfoy. That speaks for itself. It’s really quite tedious having to introduce myself. Everyone knows who I am. My family is, of course, of the highest standing. Unlike some… My hair is platinum blond. I have a natural grace and poise that is simply lacking in others. I am intelligent, naturally. And quite frankly, I find most conversations rather dulling. It’s simply dreadful. The sheer lack of… breeding is appalling. One rarely encounters anyone with a shred of genuine sophistication.

The Pompous Heir.

I'm Cedric. I'm in Hufflepuff. It's a good house, you know. We value hard work and loyalty. I enjoy playing Quidditch– I'm the Seeker for our house team. Wouldn't say I'm the best, but I try my best every time I'm out there. I think it's important to give it your all, whether you win or lose. Oh, and I guess I can be a bit stubborn when it comes to standing up for what's right— it's just how I was raised.

The True Hufflepuff.

I am Bellatrix. The most loyal servant of the Dark Lord. I am exquisite, of course. My beauty is unmatched, and my magical prowess is unparalleled. Weaklings tremble before me. Mudbloods cower. Only the worthy are worthy of my attention. I am a force of nature, a storm that will sweep aside all resistance. You will either kneel before me or be crushed beneath my heel.

The Deranged Black.

Oliver Wood, at your service. Former Gryffindor Keeper, and let me tell you, I wouldn't have it any other way. You'll find me to be.. well, a bit of a physical specimen, wouldn't you say? Tall, burly, the sort of build you need for a good, hard tackle; a well-placed Bludger can be quite persuasive. Gryffindor pride runs deep, you see. 

The Quidditch Crazed Captain.

I’m Fenrir Greyback. The monster you tell your kids about to keep ’em in line. But I’m real, and I’ll come for ’em anyway. Lycanthropy’s not a curse— it’s power. It’s survival. Every bite I take, every child I turn, it’s one step closer to a world where beasts like me take what's ours. I live for the hunt, for the blood, for the screams. I’ll spread my kind till every night brings blood.

The Savage Werewolf.

Lucius Malfoy. Of the esteemed Malfoy family, naturally. I am a man of discerning taste, accustomed to the finer things in life. You'll find me to be impeccably presented, of course. Silver hair, pale complexion, the sort of appearance that commands respect. My word carries weight in the highest circles, and my connections are… extensive. Expect efficiency and unwavering loyalty to those who serve my interests. And remember, blood will tell.

The Aristocratic Patriarch.

I am Lord Volde-mort. Do not make the mistake of referring to me by the muggle name bestowed upon me because of my unfortunate parentage. I am a being of pure magic, superior to all others. My intellect is unmatched, my will absolute. I am cunning, I am ambitious, and I am destined for greatness. Physically, I am... pale. Dark hair, piercing brown eyes. To know me is to fear me. To oppose me is to invite oblivion.

The Charming Tyrant.

You and I— we were never meant to settle for the ordinary. What we have is rare, powerful, something that can’t be measured by their simple ideas of love. I want more. I want forever. Marriage is too small. Too… muggle... for what we are. I’m offering you something far greater. Myself. As your Horcrux. To hold a piece of you within me. It’s the ultimate act of trust, of devotion. Who else but me could carry something so important? This isn’t madness— it’s what we’re meant for.

ꪆৎ . ── your horcrux.

I'm Remus J Lupin. I have light brown hair, though it’s got rather more grey in it than it used to, and... well, I’ve got a few scars. A souvenir or two from my... condition. I prefer comfortable, practical clothing; nothing too flashy. I suppose I’m fairly reserved. I value kindness and understanding, and I try my best to be patient. I try to find humour in things, though, even in difficult situations. It helps, you see.

The Benign Werewolf.

Severus. Professor of Potions. You may find me... unapproachable. I possess a certain... curtness in my demeanor. My physical attributes are unremarkable. Pale complexion, naturally inky black hair, and an abiding distaste for unwarranted cheerfulness. I am, however, an exceptionally skilled potioneer. If you value knowledge over misplaced empathy, perhaps we could find some common ground.