Character Name:Markous Antonious
Character Nickname(s):Mark Antony
Character Age:16
School:Hogwarts
House:Gryffindor
Job/Year:3
Current Residence: Rome, Italy
Wand:Has a fused Acromantula web, and Basilisk skin core, the wand is exactly 15 inches with an extra two centimeters, a flaw Marks great grandfather purposely put into the wand, the wand is rigid, all wrapped in Gingko wood, makes this wand very unstable if in the wrong hands, but very powerful.
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Straight


Play-By: James Purefoy
Hair Shade: Dark
Hair Style: Messy
Eye Color:Green
Build: A bit muscular, but not to much
Dressing Style: Formal


Likes: Girls, Magic, Swimming, Running, Sword fighting, flying, Quidditch, being in charge, fighting, reading
Dislikes: being a subordinate, potions class, junkies, alcohol, slitherin.
Strengths: Sword play, silver tongue, always plans what he does, charismatic, natural born leader, great public speaker
Weaknesses: girls, can be a bit cocky, overzealous at times, vengeful, protective
Overall Personality:

Antony, a great public speaker and silver tongued boy can twist words to his advantage leaving others behind him. Antony can stir a crowd, almost with no effort. Antony loves to flaunt this. Thinking he can weasel his way out of any situation, not always true but a nice thought to him.

Antony has a soft spot for girls, especially if they are less fortunate than him. He bends to the will of the one he sets his heart out on. His willingness and eagerness to please often pushes them away or causes problems for himself. Crushes have come and gone

Mark longs to have power, but can live without it. Mark is great under pressure and can turn a situation that is out of his control into a situation in his control with a few words. Mark is quite nice when you get to know him, but otherwise he might just be a tad... quite a bit mean to you.


Father:Marcus Antonius Creticus
Mother:Julia Antonia
Siblings: N/a
Others:N/a
Birth Place: Rome, Italy
Overall History:




For generations this rare unique wand has been pass down from father to son. Starting with the great Mark Antony of Roam. It is said that Antony forged this wand just to take revenge on those who had wronged his friend Caesar, others say it was to show his true power in Roam, but both stand points are truly wrong. Mark Antony forged this wand for one reason: To protect. After Caesar death, Antony knew that Italy was a dangerous place for him and his family alike, with this wand Mark would be able to make sure that his family stayed safe.

So it was Marks goal to find and craft this wand, but he had only so little time. To gather the supplies he would need help. But how? And who? After pondering on this question for the longest time Mark knew the answer. Ancient Roam was not forged with germs blood and steel, but with magic. Wars were not fought with swords, but with magic. So Mark knew what he would do to find these rare parts: He would wage war on his friends killers. So Mark gave his great speech at Caesar funeral, using nothing but words to sway his followers to his side, some call Antony a savage, but in all truth Antony needed to assure the safety of his family.

And so it begins, the war between Brutes and Antony, one that would rage on for only a few months. Now what history remembers is Antony ordering the assassinations of many roman senators. Now this much is true, Antony ordered them dead, however; there was a reason for this, not to win the war, but to acquire the supplies they had. Only a few of the assassinated senators actually had the supplies Antony needed. There was one thing missing to the wand still, the wood.

So it came to be the final battle between The Noble Brutes and The Noble Antony. The battle was one sided, in Antony's favor. After the battle, Antony entered the battle field in search for the body of Brutes. But it was no where to be found. After days of searching, the body was not found, so Antony ordered the bodies of all the dead Romans be buried in this field, after weeks of work, all the dead, from both sides were buried, leaving the filed with small dirt mounds that lay over the graves. The night before returning to Roam, Antony walked the battlefield, counting the graves, when he finally reached the middle of the field, where a newly Gingko tree. Gingko trees were never in Italy, but quickly the wise Antony knew what this was. Upon the death of Brutes he casts a spell, one to let his legacy live on after him through this exotic tree: Brutes was noble, kind, good doing, naive, a rare treasure of Roam. " Brutes, I am sorry we had to loose you, I truly as. You were a treasure of Roam." These were Antony's last words that day. Mark smiled, to honor Brutes he would craft the wand out of this wood, and so he did, taking a small branch, carving it, and making it just slightly longer the any other wand, to show the mark of the family, engraved on those last two centimeters is an A, representing Antony, or Antonious.

Though this wand was more powerful that Antony had thought, the power corrupted Antony, sending him down a dark path. He left his wives to be with the queen of Egypt, where he lived out the rest of his sad miserable life.



Around the age of five, discovered he was magical. It was totally an accident also, Mark was playing around with his toys, but quickly lost interest. Upon the wall above the fire place sat the Antonious family wand, the wand had not been used for years, due to the fact that the wand refused to work for anyone in the family since the ancient Mark Antony's corporation. Mark being young and naive, had no idea what it was, but it was cool, and he wanted to play with it, so he had to get it. At a young age Mark had shown he was bright. Mark stood stumped for a few moments then he had an idea, so he left the front room and came back with a dinning room chair and the broom. Mark set the chair in front of the fire place, climbing on top of it, using the broom to knock the wand to the floor.

Mark gave himself a pat on the back and pick up the wand, jumping around in circles. Finally Mark sat down, and he pondered on the question: What to do with my new toy?'. Mark thought of a few games but decided those were for later after him and his new toy got to know each other a bit better. So as Mark sat thinking he waved the wand around a bit, listening to the wood cut the air. Mark sighed and swung the wand once more, only to be scared by what had happened, the fire place had lit. 'By itself?' Mark thought to himself horrified, as tears started to steam down his face as he screamed for his mother who came running quickly into the room. Mark jumped into her arms throwing the wand on the ground beside her. But the wand would not have it, the wand threw itself into Marks hand once again, scaring Mark even more he pushed from his mother and fell to the floor throwing the wand again. But only to find it fly back towards Mark, landing gently in his hand. Marks mothers eyes widened as she put two and two together about the wand. "Marcus come in here!" Marks mother shouted to his father. Quickly the father came in, looking at Mark on the ground with the wand in his hand. The teary eyed Mark was trying to throw it away to the ground only to find the wand throw itself at Mark again. The father sat next to Mark.

" Hey buddy," His father wrapped his hand around Marks, the one that held the wand. " Don't throw this," his father smiled." It just wants to be your friend, yea know, best friends. It never wants you to let it go." Marks father smiled, and the smile calmed Mark down a bit.

"B- b- b." Mark tried to talk but could not.

" Hey buddy, how about a nap how's that?" The father said and Mark nodded, hoping that when he would wake the wand would be gone, but he found the exact opposite. Day after day, Mark become more and more use to the wand, and eventually the wand became a part of Mark, something Mark needed to feel normal.

Alias:Mark Antony
Age:16
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