Applying For: Uhh...neither.
Name: Nathan Corey Sweeny
Name Meaning: Nathan means 'he gave', Corey 'raven', and Sweeny means 'small hero'


Age: 29

Likes: Nathan enjoys Augurey's Halls above all things and spends many hours there among the staff and pupils. Chocolate, it’s Nathan’s main weakness. He just loves the stuff more then anything. Money, Nathan has made the connection between money and power.

Dislikes: Weakness in general. Nathan hates anyone to think he’s weak. For example, he hates people to know he likes chocolate because he sees it as a weakness.

Hobbies: Uhh...none. xx;;

Aspirations: To be the dark lord's heir.

Appearance
Nat has bone straight hair, which is a sandy brown color. His bangs are rather long and constantly fall into his face, but such is the style and he'll wear it that way for as long as he likes. Hiding just below a few strands of Nat's hair are his gray eyes. They are extremely light in most places, almost a dark-rain color, with the very edges of his eyes a much darker stone gray.

Nat isn't exactly very built, but he still manages to look quite fit and athletic. He is tall at 6'2", and this makes him something of a klutz. He's likely to knock things over or to spill things, because he's generally awkward.

Nat's style of clothing is light, comfortable, and casual looking, but as an apprentice to the Dark Lord, he likes to pretend to wear stuff that makes people take notice of him, and makes him look great, powerful, important and like somebody you REALLY don't want to mess with. Unfortunately, these two styles don't clash very well.

His main "outfit" when he's scurrying down Augurey's halls is a generally bland, but comfortable looking turtleneck sweater and slacks. Over this, he's likely to throw a dark gray trench-coat style jacket and black scarf onto himself, but especially in the winter months.

When he's hanging about with the Dark Lord himself, he will of course wear his black business robes. Of course.

Personality
There's no point in hiding it, Nathan is one of the new Dark Lord's many Death Eaters. In fact, he's one of the training apprentices, and a messenger to the Dark Lord himself. Nat is extremely loyal to his Master's cause, one day hoping to make it his very own as Nathan, like most of the Death Eaters, is very fond of power in all of it's forms but specifically money. Nathan associates money with power, and hopes for financial gain through use of the Dark arts. When dealing with business Nathan has definite executive and leadership abilities, however he is inclined to be too blunt and forceful in dealing with people and therefore comes off as mean. Nathan will sacrifice much for power, doing anything to prove his loyalty. Nathan, at times, seems to be a split personality: he can be extremely happy, expressive, full of fun, and good-natured; yet at other times he can find social association almost impossible, being controlled by self-pity, mood-swings, and horrible depression.

Nathan, unlike many of the other men in his camp, is committed to one woman, Miette LaVelle. Nathan fell in love with Miette back in his days of Buexbatons, and in their seventh year promised her that he would one day marry her. He hopes to remain true to that promise forever.

History
Nathan was born to rich parents of the Wizarding World. His first ten years on earth were spent in his parent’s huge home in the English countryside, usually alone without many children around to play with him.

At the age of eleven Nathan entered Hogwarts as one of its many, many spoiled brats. Nathan stayed at Hogwarts for three years, and in those years he learned the basics of wizardry. But in the summer of his third year his parents decided that it would be best to buy a house in France. And so for his fourth year he was switched to Bueaxbatons, where he stayed for the remainder of his schooling years. It was here that he met Miette LaValle, in his own opinion, the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth. She was among his small group of friends for two years before he even thought of pushing her into a corner and explaining to her everything he felt for her. Miette surprisingly shared the same feelings for Nathan and the two began to "date".

The year after Nathan's graduation from Bueaxbatons, Nathan decided to travel to America for a brief vacation. So, Nat went to America, and instantly fell in love with the New Age principals of the witches and wizards of America. Nathan first heard of Augurey when he was 20 and instantly knew that he must visit there. Augurey became his almost home and he stayed there for five years.

In those five years a lot happened; Nathan learned of a new group of Death Eaters, forming slowly and in different areas all over America into groups to discuss a new Dark Lord, greater even then Voldermort, who was currently directing a war in Wizarding Britain. Nathan began going to the Death Eater's meetings, probably at first because it amused him but suddenly he found himself often leaving the meetings in agreement with most of what was said inside.

And so, Nathan joined the New Death Eaters.

Items: Wand; 12 inches, made of maple wood, stiff and not at all swishy.

Animal Guardian: None

Writing Sample
They sat around the table, five boys and five girls. The books piled in front of them were very thick, some very old but many much newer filled with updated information. The ten of them were doing a group report on Wizarding games, and nine of them had agreed that the only game worth doing a report on at all was Quidditch. But the last of them all, Miette LaVelle was flipping through one thick book by the name of "Magical Games & Sports" rather quickly while the rest argued. Of course, it was a general shock when she began to read over the yelling...

"The Triwizard Tournament is a famous contest between the schools of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons. It originated some 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three schools. Each school took turns hosting the Tournament, which took place every five years. The judges for the Tournament included the heads of the three schools. The Triwizard Tournament consists of a series of tasks designed to test the champions in many different ways: their magical prowess, their daring, their powers of deduction, and their ability to cope with danger. Cheating is considered a normal, traditional part of the Tournament."

They all stared at Miette, a small girl with long brown hair and enchanting purple eyes, who usually stayed quiet. She looked at them all; daringly with raised eyebrows making her purple eyes look almost dangerous.

"I think," she began, "that it might be a good idea for us to do our report on the TriWizard tournament. It's an interesting topic, that the other groups probably won't think about."

They nodded in agreement, and then split the project into smaller groups. In two weeks time, the group presented their project to their class. They all got an A, but Nathan Sweeny didn't only get an A. Nathan Sweeny also fell in love.

Now here he stood with her, surrounded by the Foo Fireplaces. She looked worried, but she was trying to hide that by acting caring. Ever so often she would turn to him and pull on his trench coat or adjust the scarf she had laid across his neck only earlier that morning nervously.

"Well, I've got to get going," he began, ready to pull away from her and head off for a year in America. But suddenly he turned to look back at her, his biggest mistake of this entire seeing-off thing.

"Are you crying?"

"No. No, I'm not."

"You're crying."

"So, what if I am?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Because a year is a bloody long time!"

"It's not that long," he was flat out lying. Looking at her now, he knew a year was way to long. For both of them.

"Do you want your ring back?" Miette asked, sliding it off of her hand gracefully, all ready to hand it back to him. She closed her palm around it, and bit her lip rather hard.

"What?! No. No, you keep that," he said, pushing her hand back.

"What do you want me to do with it?" she asked, and it almost made him laugh, the sound of her voice.

"Wear it. I'm coming back one day, you know."

"Oh, no you aren't. I know you better then that, Nathan. You're going to America, for good."

"Just wear it, Miette. I'll be back, I swear." She bent forward to straighten the scarf a little and left a kiss on his cheek. He turned away from her again, because now he was really ready. He began to walk away, without even throwing a glance over his shoulder.

"Nat! Wake up," it was Nay, one of the four women at the Death Eater meeting. She slapped him lightly on the arm and again he was awake.

They sat around the table, five men and five women. The books piled in front of them were very thick, some very old, but many much newer filled with updated information.