Post by VASH ALOIS ZWINGLI on Apr 2, 2016 20:32:14 GMT
vash alois zwingli
male | 17 |
swiss | demisexual |
165.1 CM | 65 kg |
pureblood | |
personality
Lili's older brother (he makes that distinction very clear) twin brother, Vash is not quite as gentle as his sister. She does enough smiling for the both of them, at any rate. Despite being quite different from his sister, the two are very close, with an attachment proven by their matching Patronuses. It is perhaps arguable that Vash needs the attachment more than Lili does, but of course, he is his own person. His time at Durmstrang has been quite productive in his development away his twin.
Frustrated would be the first word that comes to mind when one attempts to describe Vash. With a perpetually constipated look upon his face, it is a clear fact that frustration and Vash frequently meet with each other. His frustration clearly bothers him. You could hear it in every strained word and in his unease. Unlike his sister, he's not much of a talker, much more of a listener. He is much more direct in his form of communication, a say-it-as-it-is kind of person who doesn't quite ponder the emotional effect his words would have on others. As a young child, he was chided for being too serious— he is completely grounded in reality, only thinking of what would benefit him the most. However, for the sake of his sister, he humored her by playing the knight and shining armor. For just a moment, one could almost believe that he could play the gentleman.
He plays the part for his sister, holding an almost protective instinct for her. If anything were to befall his beloved sister, he would take it as an attack upon his self. He isn't one to shake off such an injury so easily. It was simply no surprise that he had been placed in House Jord at Durmstrang, with their stubborn, unyielding, and solid natures. He sees value in the few bonds that he opens up to making. He truly cares for those he deems worth his time. Unknown to most, his protective nature will extend to close friends as well. However, it is rare for him to give this much care for others. For the most part, it is easy to be in Vash's unfavorable graces. He isn't outright hostile, but he will tend to avoid those he dislikes. He attempts to keep his tongue in check, but his toleration for arrogance, frivolity, and those who he perceives to be a threatening presence is quite low. He isn't afraid to speak his mind when he deems it appropriate. He rarely, if, ever, gives second chances. His inability to forgive stems from his pride— he'll never admit to faults in his judgement. He generally doesn't believe in people being inherently good and wishes his sister would be just a little more wary.
Vash is very comfortable in his somewhat myopic view of the world. It isn't that he isn't completely intolerant of new ideas and experiences. He's simply reluctant to take a first step forward. He appreciates his sister for bravely venturing into the world as easily as she does, but he takes comfort in the known. He'll only take initiative once he has calculated his actions. An anxious man, he tries his hardest to be "the man with the plan." It puts him on the edge when things aren't going exactly as he expects and plans. The world is a very messy place, and he will never cease to attempt to bring some order to the entropy. Nothing about Vash Zwingli could be considered disorganized. As it is always an uphill battle, his frustration has no conceivable end.
In fairness, Vash could be considered reclusive. He's naturally shy and introverted, and he has come to accept that. However, he doesn't want his shyness to be viewed as a weakness, and so keeps up a gruff, iron front. He can't quite express his feelings as he would like to. He acknowledges that he imposes his own isolation to protect his own feelings, but he feels rather trapped by this. He wishes he could make his feelings more clear, but that, he feels, is an act of vulnerability. He builds his walls and has a hard time letting people in. Few have entered his walls, and the act of leaving is difficult in Vash's view.
The act of being cold has left him critical of others. He could trace the beginnings of his critical nature to the time he had fallen out with his cousin, Roderich. However, he never really regrets the critical things he says to others. He believes his criticism to be constructive, even if harsh. Care is laced in that criticism.
Vash has an unbelievably difficult time admitting to his wrongs. Of course, he will never lie. If something is blatantly wrong of him, he will accept the blame. However, if things aren't quite so black and white, he will never admit to being wrong. He never wants to admit to any poor choices he has made if such choices aren't blatantly poor. Now, he isn't a liar. He'll accept blame, he'll attempt to justify himself, but he will defend himself if he feels that he wasn't completely at fault. This, of course, results in a bit of hypocrisy on his part. He isn't afraid to call out people for their wrongdoings and faults. In fact, he is known to lecture and preach what he believes to be right. His reasoning won't be so easy to disprove, but don't worry if he's preaching to you— if he gives you the time, he actually cares to change your opinion. Otherwise, he wouldn't give you the time of day and probably sees further interaction to be a waste of his time and energy. Once he does admit to defeat and admits to being in the wrong, he will do everything in his power to rectify his wrong and reconcile. His pride is defeatable, even if vast.
Despite being a firm defender of his views, opinions, and actions, he still has his desire for order. His desire for order surpasses his desire to rectify wrong. He will ignore annoyances for as long as his temper will allow, but keep in mind that he will try hard to avoid arguments for as long as possible. He would rather end arguments as quickly and efficiently as possible. This in itself leads to problems with communication, as an argument may end in a wall between the two parties. He determines when he wants to stop arguing, and if the verdict results in ceasing communication, he will be awfully stubborn about letting that wall down.
Vash shares an enjoyment for dueling with his sister and his mother. Though he doesn't condone violence, he sees dueling as fun, a sport in which wizards and witches may test their skills in magic through sparring with each other. Dueling has made Vash naturally competitive. He will always seek to find a way to one-up his opponents, but more importantly, he will always strive to be better than his sister in dueling. His pride as the older brother would be at stake, after all! He likes to think of himself as the more skilled of the two siblings, but he admits that he works very hard to maintain this standard for himself. He won't be giving up any time soon.
The best way to describe Vash, then, is that he is much too put together for his own good. He's much too serious, too stubborn, too uptight for his own good. He wishes for compromise, but lacks compromise within himself. He believes he knows what's best for him. He is not the life of the party, no, he is the death of the party. His sense of humor is dry at best. He is all business and really needs to learn how to have fun. However, you can be sure that Vash Alois Zwingli is a man of integrity and a wizard of his word.
Frustrated would be the first word that comes to mind when one attempts to describe Vash. With a perpetually constipated look upon his face, it is a clear fact that frustration and Vash frequently meet with each other. His frustration clearly bothers him. You could hear it in every strained word and in his unease. Unlike his sister, he's not much of a talker, much more of a listener. He is much more direct in his form of communication, a say-it-as-it-is kind of person who doesn't quite ponder the emotional effect his words would have on others. As a young child, he was chided for being too serious— he is completely grounded in reality, only thinking of what would benefit him the most. However, for the sake of his sister, he humored her by playing the knight and shining armor. For just a moment, one could almost believe that he could play the gentleman.
He plays the part for his sister, holding an almost protective instinct for her. If anything were to befall his beloved sister, he would take it as an attack upon his self. He isn't one to shake off such an injury so easily. It was simply no surprise that he had been placed in House Jord at Durmstrang, with their stubborn, unyielding, and solid natures. He sees value in the few bonds that he opens up to making. He truly cares for those he deems worth his time. Unknown to most, his protective nature will extend to close friends as well. However, it is rare for him to give this much care for others. For the most part, it is easy to be in Vash's unfavorable graces. He isn't outright hostile, but he will tend to avoid those he dislikes. He attempts to keep his tongue in check, but his toleration for arrogance, frivolity, and those who he perceives to be a threatening presence is quite low. He isn't afraid to speak his mind when he deems it appropriate. He rarely, if, ever, gives second chances. His inability to forgive stems from his pride— he'll never admit to faults in his judgement. He generally doesn't believe in people being inherently good and wishes his sister would be just a little more wary.
Vash is very comfortable in his somewhat myopic view of the world. It isn't that he isn't completely intolerant of new ideas and experiences. He's simply reluctant to take a first step forward. He appreciates his sister for bravely venturing into the world as easily as she does, but he takes comfort in the known. He'll only take initiative once he has calculated his actions. An anxious man, he tries his hardest to be "the man with the plan." It puts him on the edge when things aren't going exactly as he expects and plans. The world is a very messy place, and he will never cease to attempt to bring some order to the entropy. Nothing about Vash Zwingli could be considered disorganized. As it is always an uphill battle, his frustration has no conceivable end.
In fairness, Vash could be considered reclusive. He's naturally shy and introverted, and he has come to accept that. However, he doesn't want his shyness to be viewed as a weakness, and so keeps up a gruff, iron front. He can't quite express his feelings as he would like to. He acknowledges that he imposes his own isolation to protect his own feelings, but he feels rather trapped by this. He wishes he could make his feelings more clear, but that, he feels, is an act of vulnerability. He builds his walls and has a hard time letting people in. Few have entered his walls, and the act of leaving is difficult in Vash's view.
The act of being cold has left him critical of others. He could trace the beginnings of his critical nature to the time he had fallen out with his cousin, Roderich. However, he never really regrets the critical things he says to others. He believes his criticism to be constructive, even if harsh. Care is laced in that criticism.
Vash has an unbelievably difficult time admitting to his wrongs. Of course, he will never lie. If something is blatantly wrong of him, he will accept the blame. However, if things aren't quite so black and white, he will never admit to being wrong. He never wants to admit to any poor choices he has made if such choices aren't blatantly poor. Now, he isn't a liar. He'll accept blame, he'll attempt to justify himself, but he will defend himself if he feels that he wasn't completely at fault. This, of course, results in a bit of hypocrisy on his part. He isn't afraid to call out people for their wrongdoings and faults. In fact, he is known to lecture and preach what he believes to be right. His reasoning won't be so easy to disprove, but don't worry if he's preaching to you— if he gives you the time, he actually cares to change your opinion. Otherwise, he wouldn't give you the time of day and probably sees further interaction to be a waste of his time and energy. Once he does admit to defeat and admits to being in the wrong, he will do everything in his power to rectify his wrong and reconcile. His pride is defeatable, even if vast.
Despite being a firm defender of his views, opinions, and actions, he still has his desire for order. His desire for order surpasses his desire to rectify wrong. He will ignore annoyances for as long as his temper will allow, but keep in mind that he will try hard to avoid arguments for as long as possible. He would rather end arguments as quickly and efficiently as possible. This in itself leads to problems with communication, as an argument may end in a wall between the two parties. He determines when he wants to stop arguing, and if the verdict results in ceasing communication, he will be awfully stubborn about letting that wall down.
Vash shares an enjoyment for dueling with his sister and his mother. Though he doesn't condone violence, he sees dueling as fun, a sport in which wizards and witches may test their skills in magic through sparring with each other. Dueling has made Vash naturally competitive. He will always seek to find a way to one-up his opponents, but more importantly, he will always strive to be better than his sister in dueling. His pride as the older brother would be at stake, after all! He likes to think of himself as the more skilled of the two siblings, but he admits that he works very hard to maintain this standard for himself. He won't be giving up any time soon.
The best way to describe Vash, then, is that he is much too put together for his own good. He's much too serious, too stubborn, too uptight for his own good. He wishes for compromise, but lacks compromise within himself. He believes he knows what's best for him. He is not the life of the party, no, he is the death of the party. His sense of humor is dry at best. He is all business and really needs to learn how to have fun. However, you can be sure that Vash Alois Zwingli is a man of integrity and a wizard of his word.
history
Vash and his sister Lili were born in Vaduz, Liechtenstein, the only member of the International Confederation of Wizards to not attend the first conference due to a disagreement on rights for Trolls. However, the twins had not grown up in little Liechtenstein, instead moving to the Swiss city of Zürich upon their father's acceptance of an Auror position at the Swiss Ministry of Magic. In their early years, the twins were almost considered inseparable, both developing a natural affinity for dueling. Dueling, as it seemed, ran in their blood, thus beginning an endless struggle between the siblings. This struggle wasn't of the malevolent sort, instead promoting the growth of the siblings. Vash's childhood was filled with laughter and mirth as glitter and ribbon were tossed his way, followed by a hearty "Expel-your-arm-it!"
The Zwinglis, though indisputably Pureblood, were not quite as stringent with their beliefs of blood purity as Vash's materal side, the proud and staunch Edelsteins of Vienna. During childhood, Vash's best friend was his cousin, Roderich Edelstein. As Vash was somewhat shy in comparison to his sister, it's easy to say that Roderich was perhaps his only friend during childhood. Vash was very grateful for this friendship and looked forward to his cousin's visits every summer. However, nowadays, one would not guess that Vash and Roderich were ever friends.
This, Vash holds, was completely Roderich's fault. Roderich had taken Vash for granted, with his insensitivity, snobbishness, and insistence on image. Vash had tolerated it for a while, especially because Roderich was one of his only friends. Vash's patience was tried— he couldn't help but feel worthless to Roderich if he was being so dismissing of their friendship. Because of this, Vash blew up at Roderich, spelling out every wrong that he felt has been committed to him. He spelled it out, plain and clear, letting go of every last bit of care he had for his old friend. Afterwards, he had nothing left to say. He wasn't going to waste his energy on anyone who didn't truly care any longer.
This was just before he showed his first signs of magic, at age 10. He slammed the door on Roderich without touching it.
Prior to this, though, Vash had planned to attend Beauxbatons with his sister. Upon receiving a letter of acceptance from Durmstrang, the alma mater of some of his relatives, Vash decided to take it— anything to get away from Roderich. He started attending school a year prior to the beginning of Lili's with a bit of discomfort. After all, he was approaching uncharted territory without his sister. He had always imagined choosing his wand at the same time as his sister, traveling to France together, going through the process with someone. Roderich and his sister Marianna were even included in this vision. However, he resolved that he needed to go to Durmstrang. Anything to avoid Roderich. Marianna, surprisingly, seemed to have joined him at Durmstrang, though not quite as positive towards him as they had been in the past. Vash was sorted into House Jord— fitting for someone so stubborn and strong-willed.
Vash was soon taken in by Durmstrang's dueling club with great enthusiasm. His mother, as it seemed, was quite a celebrity in the Northern European dueling scene. Of course, he didn't bask in his mother's glory. He intended to create his own, especially because it seemed his sister would be trying her hardest to surpass his abilities. Similar to Hogwarts, Durmstrang's dueling club is fairly large, separated by the four houses, each house having a dueling club head. Vash frequented Jord's personal dueling area, dueling competitively at Durmstrang, soon joining Durmstrang's school team. He would compete against other schools, not excluding Beauxbatons. During his seventh year, he had been chosen to be Jord's Head of Dueling. When he did visit home during the holidays, he took pleasure in dueling his sister, though it did surprise him that she could put up as hard of a fight as she does. This only fueled his determination to keep up with her. Of course, he also would like to remain Roderich's better.
Though Vash is being spurned on by many of his dueling peers to compete in the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts for his dueling abilities, he isn't quite inclined to take part. However, if Lili really is considering... he just might reconsider.
The Zwinglis, though indisputably Pureblood, were not quite as stringent with their beliefs of blood purity as Vash's materal side, the proud and staunch Edelsteins of Vienna. During childhood, Vash's best friend was his cousin, Roderich Edelstein. As Vash was somewhat shy in comparison to his sister, it's easy to say that Roderich was perhaps his only friend during childhood. Vash was very grateful for this friendship and looked forward to his cousin's visits every summer. However, nowadays, one would not guess that Vash and Roderich were ever friends.
This, Vash holds, was completely Roderich's fault. Roderich had taken Vash for granted, with his insensitivity, snobbishness, and insistence on image. Vash had tolerated it for a while, especially because Roderich was one of his only friends. Vash's patience was tried— he couldn't help but feel worthless to Roderich if he was being so dismissing of their friendship. Because of this, Vash blew up at Roderich, spelling out every wrong that he felt has been committed to him. He spelled it out, plain and clear, letting go of every last bit of care he had for his old friend. Afterwards, he had nothing left to say. He wasn't going to waste his energy on anyone who didn't truly care any longer.
This was just before he showed his first signs of magic, at age 10. He slammed the door on Roderich without touching it.
Prior to this, though, Vash had planned to attend Beauxbatons with his sister. Upon receiving a letter of acceptance from Durmstrang, the alma mater of some of his relatives, Vash decided to take it— anything to get away from Roderich. He started attending school a year prior to the beginning of Lili's with a bit of discomfort. After all, he was approaching uncharted territory without his sister. He had always imagined choosing his wand at the same time as his sister, traveling to France together, going through the process with someone. Roderich and his sister Marianna were even included in this vision. However, he resolved that he needed to go to Durmstrang. Anything to avoid Roderich. Marianna, surprisingly, seemed to have joined him at Durmstrang, though not quite as positive towards him as they had been in the past. Vash was sorted into House Jord— fitting for someone so stubborn and strong-willed.
Vash was soon taken in by Durmstrang's dueling club with great enthusiasm. His mother, as it seemed, was quite a celebrity in the Northern European dueling scene. Of course, he didn't bask in his mother's glory. He intended to create his own, especially because it seemed his sister would be trying her hardest to surpass his abilities. Similar to Hogwarts, Durmstrang's dueling club is fairly large, separated by the four houses, each house having a dueling club head. Vash frequented Jord's personal dueling area, dueling competitively at Durmstrang, soon joining Durmstrang's school team. He would compete against other schools, not excluding Beauxbatons. During his seventh year, he had been chosen to be Jord's Head of Dueling. When he did visit home during the holidays, he took pleasure in dueling his sister, though it did surprise him that she could put up as hard of a fight as she does. This only fueled his determination to keep up with her. Of course, he also would like to remain Roderich's better.
Though Vash is being spurned on by many of his dueling peers to compete in the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts for his dueling abilities, he isn't quite inclined to take part. However, if Lili really is considering... he just might reconsider.
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It's a natural reaction to gasp for breath, to hold onto it possessively the moment one can take one. That is the body's natural reaction to rising to higher altitudes. However, to survive at higher elevations, one must take deeper, slower breaths. That was one of the few things Tante Bettina had told him as she took him to St. Goar's School for the Bright, which lay atop a mountain overlooking Bern. Upon his first day at St. Goar's, he panted unlike before.
Inefficient. Utterly inefficient.
"How was that?"
The difference between eating and not eating. The trainee had some potential, definitely. A huge improvement. But that wasn't going to suffice. He wasn't going to approve sending her into the field with the slight chance that the last shot was luck. He crossed his arms and nodded, without any sign of approval.
"Again."
That was all he had to say. He learned from a cruel woman that you should never give your approval to anyone unless they grovel for it. And even then, you have to kick them to the curb until they beg for forgiveness for ever asking you for your approval.
He put Lieder down and grabbed his rifle again, feeling for the etching on the barrel. It was simply very uncharacteristic of him to allow a single scratch upon any of his firearms. If he were to accidentally drop any of his firearms, he would immediately take the weapon to MI6's weaponry maintenance department for repair, or he would repair it himself immediately. It bothered him to have left the etching on the barrel. To him, it marred the beauty of the weapon every time he examined it closely and polished it.
But he couldn't bring himself to repair the barrel of this rifle.
He knew it.
She knew it.
It was a stupid attachment. He should have had her begging at his feet for forgiveness or an explanation. He should have had her on her knees, saddened by her wrongs.
But she never liked begging for forgiveness or backing down, now did she?
He poured himself a glass of wine, swished the wine glass for good measure, took in the scent of Château Mouton Rothschild, and gave it a sip. She wasn't a big fan of wine. In fact, she laughed at his choice of Gerard Bertrand Grenache Rose that night at the Irish Lady...
He touched the etching on the barrel, feeling it like a scar on his body. She had started it, he reasoned. She, giddy as a school girl, started to scratch it in like lovers scratching their initials on a tree trunk.
And he wasn't going to throw away a perfectly good rifle, now was he?
He was knocked out of that line of thought with another resounding shot, barely hitting the edge of the target. He shook his head at this point.
"Your form, Notonegoro. Take a break."
Inefficient. Utterly inefficient.
"How was that?"
The difference between eating and not eating. The trainee had some potential, definitely. A huge improvement. But that wasn't going to suffice. He wasn't going to approve sending her into the field with the slight chance that the last shot was luck. He crossed his arms and nodded, without any sign of approval.
"Again."
That was all he had to say. He learned from a cruel woman that you should never give your approval to anyone unless they grovel for it. And even then, you have to kick them to the curb until they beg for forgiveness for ever asking you for your approval.
He put Lieder down and grabbed his rifle again, feeling for the etching on the barrel. It was simply very uncharacteristic of him to allow a single scratch upon any of his firearms. If he were to accidentally drop any of his firearms, he would immediately take the weapon to MI6's weaponry maintenance department for repair, or he would repair it himself immediately. It bothered him to have left the etching on the barrel. To him, it marred the beauty of the weapon every time he examined it closely and polished it.
But he couldn't bring himself to repair the barrel of this rifle.
He knew it.
She knew it.
It was a stupid attachment. He should have had her begging at his feet for forgiveness or an explanation. He should have had her on her knees, saddened by her wrongs.
But she never liked begging for forgiveness or backing down, now did she?
He poured himself a glass of wine, swished the wine glass for good measure, took in the scent of Château Mouton Rothschild, and gave it a sip. She wasn't a big fan of wine. In fact, she laughed at his choice of Gerard Bertrand Grenache Rose that night at the Irish Lady...
He touched the etching on the barrel, feeling it like a scar on his body. She had started it, he reasoned. She, giddy as a school girl, started to scratch it in like lovers scratching their initials on a tree trunk.
And he wasn't going to throw away a perfectly good rifle, now was he?
He was knocked out of that line of thought with another resounding shot, barely hitting the edge of the target. He shook his head at this point.
"Your form, Notonegoro. Take a break."
other
Wand | |
HIPPOGRIFF TALON | RED OAK |
12 INCHES | UNYIELDING |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
DARK ARTS / CHARMS | TRANSFIGURATION |
Familiar | Patronus |
ST. BERNARD | GRAUE BERGZIEGE GOAT |
SWITZERLAND from HETALIA | |
ASU | |
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