Post by victor on Jan 22, 2012 20:00:07 GMT
viktor achilles dolohov
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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full name: Victor Achilles Dolohov
birthday: october thirty first
age: twenty-two
house/school: Slytherin.
alliance: death eater
blood status: pure
occupation: Departmet Head of the Magical Law Enforcement
face claim: Eugen Bauder
WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL
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personality: Viktor can be described in three words, arrogant, ass-hole, and brilliant. He is a brilliant wizard who has a taste for the dark arts, and he knows how good he is and had no problem bragging about it. He feels that he should brag, because no one else could possible be as great as him. Sometimes his ego can get in the way of his common sense, and he can put himself in some dangerous situations. He loves a challenge though, and he loves to constantly one up people. He’s very Ambitious and has no problem stepping on heads to get to the top of the food chain. He’s highly intelligent and calculating, he problem knows your weakness before you even do. He can be the best friend and the worst enemy.
One thing about Viktor that stands out is the fact that he is a very stead, low emotional individual. He has never gotten upset a day in his life. Even when his mother passed, he always figured he had to be the rock of the family. Their dad was never around so he took on the role of the father figure making him a very loyal, somewhat caring individual. Being forced to grow up quickly didn’t make him any less of a fun-loving guy, who loves to spend his time getting drunk and screwing. He loves to have fun, regardless of how important his career is to him.
When it comes to love, Viktor is the guy you don’t want to be with. He is a serial cheater, and likes to keep as many woman on his plate as possible. He’s also a master manipulater, using his dark handsome looks to convince girls to do anything for him. That’s were the ass-hole thing comes in. He loves to use women, and the great thing is he’s so good at it that they don’t even notice.
I HEARD ONE ON YOU
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father: apollo dolohov, 62, ministry offical
mother: francesca dolohov deceased
siblings: carissa rae dolohov, 20, Ex-Slytherin neutral
____ ____ dolohov, 26, ex-hufflepuff neutral
others: nope!
overall history: Viktor was the middle Dolohov child, and the heir to the family name. He was their only son and perhaps the most favored child because of it. He was only two when his sister Carissa was born. He remembered his dad coming and throwing him over his shoulder and dragging his older sister by the hand to St. Mungo’s while their mother was giving birth. It was obvious that his parents were annoyed at the fact that their valentines day was ruined but he was kinda excited that he was getting a younger sibling, he wanted a little brother, but when Carissa poped out he was perfectly content, and the had been close ever since.
Viktor was very protective of Carissa, always watching out for her. And in return Carissa always looked up to him and was basically his shadow. Viktor would go out of his way to pick on his older sister, always try to harass her and make her angry. But a semi-happy childhood was short lived when they found out their mother was dying. Their father had become so distraught that he no longer even acknowledged the fact that he had children. So Viktor, took on the role to become the father now. Making the fun loving, mischevious boy grow up faster than he should.
When their mother finally died, Viktor didn’t cry at the funeral or around the rest of the family. He was completely stoic, offering his shoulder as a place to cry on. In private though, he had cried and honestly that was the last time he had ever cried since. The rest of his childhood was merely him playing the role of the dad, and when he didn’t have to be the man of the house, he was out having fun and getting into trouble. One of his darkest secrets was the fact that when he was 10 one of his best friends was a little muggle boy that lived near by. And they were always getting into trouble. Sometimes when he’s doing his death eater work, he thinks about his old muggle friend, back when he was naive.
It was no shock that Viktor had gotten his Hogwarts letter, he had always been rather good woth magic sense he was born. It was also no surprise he was sorted into SLytherin, his families usual house. His father had mentioned hisolder being a disgrace for being a hufflepuff, that only mudbloods were in hufflepuff. Those words stuck to Viktor and at that point he avoided his older sister entirely. During his time at Hogwarts he became goo friends with the LeStranges and the Blacks. And it was no doubt that his school friends in the end got him involved with the Death Eaters as well. He was rather proud of his little sister getting into SLytherin with him. But disappointed at the fact that she shrugged off all her school work. He had always gotten extremely high marks and was brilliant. And he was very talented at quidditch too, being a beater on Slytherins team, but he didn’t nearly have as much passion for it as Carissa.
Upon graduating, he was immediately fostered into the ministry at age 17, passing the auror test with flying colors, and his blind ambition eventually made him head of the department of magical law enforcement. Perhaps being the youngest department head they had ever had. When Nathaniel LeStrange began to bring together the death eaters he jumped at the chance to join. He liked the idea of blood purity, and had no quarrels with whatever means he needed to achieve it. He had done whatever it took to get where he was. The things he did...were enough to make those of weak will squirm.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: Libby
gender: female
age: 20
contact: pm
how you found us: I’ve been here...
other characters: Callisto Virgo Black, 23, Ravenclaw
experience: So long...
role play sample:James stumbled out of the castle in the most disheveled state, hidden underneath the folds of his cloak. He had tried to find his Invisibility cloak but it had mysteriously disappeared. He knew or hoped that Sirius or Remus had taken it. He had spent the past 20 minutes sneaking around in a cloak and boxer shorts, holding his wand in one hand and a pair of rubber boots in the other (he couldn’t put the boots on yet...they were too loud for sneaking.) He didn’t have the time to dress, he was to worried about his friends!
He had completely forgotten it was a full moon! He had simple just woken up to see a shinning bright disk in the sky. Remus and Sirius were going to kill him. Since Peter had went home for the holidays it was just the three of them. And he had left poor Padfoot to deal with Moony all by himself. Nothing was worse than watching Remus transform. He hated it, that was his least favorite part of the night. As long as there wasn’t any humans around, he often found it rather fun to go run around with a wolf and big black dog. But tonight it wan’t all that fun, he had a feeling.
He tripped and stumbled as he tried pulling on his rubber boots as he made his way toward the Whomping Willow. As always, the tree beat the crap out of him as he enetred the passage to the Shrieking Shack. The smell of smoke hit his nose as he entered the shack. What the bloody hell? he thought to himself. He could already see that Remus had shifted. There was a destroyed door and...well a lot of obvious signs of destruction.
James stumbled out the destroyed door only come face to face with a thick smoke and fire. He took out his wand and said, “Aguamenti.”
Water gushed from the tip of his wand and managed to douse the fire in it’s entirety. All that was left was the smoldering patches of grass and the thick greyish black smoke that seemed to linger. James waved his wand and the smoke dissipated, allowing him to see in the distance. What he saw he really made him easier, and proved to him that this night was just going to go horribly wrong.
“What the bloody hell!” he shouted in absolute shock. He saw the lumbering form of Remus as a werewolf, stalking it’s way to a very human Sirius. Not good not good at all. And then what scared him even more was the forms of the ever so lovely Andromeda Black and the future lady of Remus Lupin, Emmeline Vance. Usually James would rather enjoy seeing the two lovely ladies but for right now. He was down right concerned and mad. How the hell did they get here!
James would have to worry about that later. He was concerned that his beastly best friend was about to pounce on his other best friend...probably kill him if Sirius wasn’t smart about it. There was no use of another human joining the mix so James shifted into his stag form, and charged toward the werewolf, snorting as his hooves hit the burnt grass. James lowered his horns and knocked the werewolf to the ground, no doubt puncturing his furry side with his prongs. He then positioned himself between Remus and Sirius, horns lowered as he pawed the ground, snorting. He couldn’t speak of course, but he hoped that Sirius would shift back into his animagus form so they could Remus under control. But deep down he knew that there was nothing they could do with two human about. This night was going to suck, and he was afraid that tonight was one of those nights that...well...Remus was gonna wake up with his shit kicked. He didn’t want to hurt his friend but, he knew he wasn’t there anymore.
His head perked up as he saw the girls coming toward them. JAmes snorted and rolled his dee eyes as best he could. How frustratig, why couldn’t they of just stayed up in that tree? He looked at Sirius through the corner of his eye with a look that said, ‘This gonna be a night from hell, mate , are you in?’
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