Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 5:53:23 GMT
Nikolai Boris Dragonov
Male | 17 |
Bulgarian | bisexual |
174 cm | 74.3 kg |
pureblood | |
personality
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]Nikolai comes off as a friendly and well-meaning young man. To his peers he is polite, but he can also be a bit vengeful as well, when someone has wronged him badly. Also, he is known for holding a grudge against the ones who wronged him. He may have a smile plastered on his face when in a room with them but in the back of his mind he really wants to hit them. Especially when an individual has hurt someone he is loyal towards, he can be quite vicious towards the poor soul who decides to peeve him off. Part of his 'wolf' tenancies, he has a 'pack mentality about him and will do anything for someone he considers 'close'. Especially his family, which is why his loyalty to them is strong. Especially his mother, who had been the only one to care about him despite his 'condition'.
Nikolai dislikes loud and pointless arguments, and he will usually try to change the subject or repeat himself to see if it distracts the people from the fighting. When it doesn't he tunes them out, or silently stair at them until they get uncomfortable with his intense gaze. He also has a bit of 'cruel humor' to him, finding it funny when someone annoying is get's hurt because of their own stupidity. He can be quite sarcastic, and likes to tease others for a reaction. Nikolai has a few quirks to him, one being that during conversations he will often shake his head to mean "Yes" and nod to mean "No". He is trying to break this habit as it confuses people and he gets frustrated with himself when he slips and does this. On top of this, he can be hasty; He has no problem entering a fight when he feels fired up and passionate about it (he doesn't like pointless fighting) and he is known to give into impulses.
One of the things he can be passionate about is anything physical; like sports or just anything that works his body, which is why he is often called upon to help for school events. It's something that helps him 'work' the inner animal in him.
Though polite, he doesn't smile often and is more of a loner. It isn't easy for him to make friends, and can be stubborn as a mule when it comes to things, especially when people try to tell him how to handle a situation. Another thing to know about him; he has a deep fear of rejection from his peers. Nikolai goes to great lengths to make sure people do not find out about his 'condition', and it's one of the reasons why he is a loner. Better to be 'alone' then go through the pain of rejection...Though he doesn't show it, to others at least, he has a deep seated hatred for his 'monster' side.
Nikolai dislikes loud and pointless arguments, and he will usually try to change the subject or repeat himself to see if it distracts the people from the fighting. When it doesn't he tunes them out, or silently stair at them until they get uncomfortable with his intense gaze. He also has a bit of 'cruel humor' to him, finding it funny when someone annoying is get's hurt because of their own stupidity. He can be quite sarcastic, and likes to tease others for a reaction. Nikolai has a few quirks to him, one being that during conversations he will often shake his head to mean "Yes" and nod to mean "No". He is trying to break this habit as it confuses people and he gets frustrated with himself when he slips and does this. On top of this, he can be hasty; He has no problem entering a fight when he feels fired up and passionate about it (he doesn't like pointless fighting) and he is known to give into impulses.
One of the things he can be passionate about is anything physical; like sports or just anything that works his body, which is why he is often called upon to help for school events. It's something that helps him 'work' the inner animal in him.
Though polite, he doesn't smile often and is more of a loner. It isn't easy for him to make friends, and can be stubborn as a mule when it comes to things, especially when people try to tell him how to handle a situation. Another thing to know about him; he has a deep fear of rejection from his peers. Nikolai goes to great lengths to make sure people do not find out about his 'condition', and it's one of the reasons why he is a loner. Better to be 'alone' then go through the pain of rejection...Though he doesn't show it, to others at least, he has a deep seated hatred for his 'monster' side.
history
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]Born to the old, and well known pureblood Dragonov family of The Rhodopes mountains, Nikolai Boris Dragonov was named the future head of the family. His father, Anton Dragonov, instilled the responsibilities of what being the head of the family meant into the young boys head. The Dragonov family was known for being great wizards, from 'warriors' during the beginning Bulgarian Empire, to positions in the Ministry of Magic. (Balkan division) Anton himself was well known Obliviator, while his wife Sofia was talented witch from a well to do family, she was well liked and considered a free spirit and a kind heart. Though she came from wealth her family believed in being grounded, and didn't put much thought into being stiff and proper. Anton was not, and his cold and judgmental attitude would prove to bite him. He was known at the ministry to be cold, calculating and unmerciful..especially to half-bloods and werewolves. He planned on raising his first child to follow in his footsteps, and was extremely strict with the boy. Anton wanted to keep the image of their family up. Sofia on the other hand was caring, down to earth and wanted her son to be happy. Though he was stiff, and distant the man did love his wife.
As such, Nikolai's childhood was filled with tutors going on and on about family history, rules and how to uphold the family name. Though after lessons, he would run to his mother who would always play and insist on him learning some kind of activity. Which usually included him running, climbing and learning how to fly a broom. When Anton protested, she justified it by saying it was good for a boy to strengthen his body as well as the mind. Anton didn't argue, he was cold but he could never say no to his dear wife. Between the two, Nikolai grew closer to his mother because he knew that whatever he did she would always be proud of him and love him. Which was something he would hold onto...the day he was 'infected'.
Anton had made some enemies, not surprising, but one of those enemies happened to be a vengeful man named Dimitri who was a werewolf. The man had been turned into a werewolf prior, and he had gone on a rampage which had threatened the Wizarding world with exposure. Anton was the one who voted for him to be put to death, instead he was sent to Azkaban where his anger for the wizard who caught him grew. He knew that the wizard hated werewolves, so to get back at him he bit where it hurt.
He escaped the prison, and hunted down the Dragonov's. At the time Nikolai was traveling with his father, who had been sent on some business in Romania. While there, nine year old Nikolai was separated from Anton and while lost Dimitri attacked him. He screamed as he was bit on the arm, and with that the Bulgarian was infected. Anton found the wolf man and killed him, but ultimately Dimitri had his revenge and turned his enemies son into the thing he hated. Anton was furious, and when Nikolai was registered as a Werewolf...whatever 'little' relationship they had was gone. Nikolai hated being different, and his father stopped looking at him. The only comfort he had was his mother, who still loved him and made him his potions to keep him normal. At ten his 'magic' awakened, which was a bad moment because he had gotten angry at his tutor and the spike caused an expensive vase to explode. Anton had chastised him, but Sofia couldn't be happier and began to teach him magic with her own wand. Nikolai wanted to gain his fathers approval, so he practiced simple spells and hoped he could gain it.
At eleven he had received his letter for Durmstrang, with his father giving a cold approval and his mother sending him off with love. But because of his condition, she informed the school about his 'Lunar periods'. When he arrived Nikolai was determined to keep up a normal appearance, and made his own potions to help keep him normal. The Bulgarian thought it funny how he was put in the 'healing' house at Durmstrang, but he supposes there was a reason. His house mates think him odd for not having any 'friends'. To him, he feels that he never will find anyone who can accept him. Nikolai excelled in potions, and Dark Arts but the former was out of necessity. He proved to be helpful, good at the physical classes and became quite a duelist. He also realized why his father wanted him here; many well to do purebloods attended this place. One in particular he finds amusing, since during physical classes she has someone 'carry' her around...it made him wonder why she was there.
With the Triwizard tournament at hand Nikolai is curious, and fully intends to put his name in. He hopes that he can get his name called, wanting to prove himself and maybe..see if his father will look at him again. He may be seventeen, but he still wants his father's approval...just like a wolf in a pack.
As such, Nikolai's childhood was filled with tutors going on and on about family history, rules and how to uphold the family name. Though after lessons, he would run to his mother who would always play and insist on him learning some kind of activity. Which usually included him running, climbing and learning how to fly a broom. When Anton protested, she justified it by saying it was good for a boy to strengthen his body as well as the mind. Anton didn't argue, he was cold but he could never say no to his dear wife. Between the two, Nikolai grew closer to his mother because he knew that whatever he did she would always be proud of him and love him. Which was something he would hold onto...the day he was 'infected'.
Anton had made some enemies, not surprising, but one of those enemies happened to be a vengeful man named Dimitri who was a werewolf. The man had been turned into a werewolf prior, and he had gone on a rampage which had threatened the Wizarding world with exposure. Anton was the one who voted for him to be put to death, instead he was sent to Azkaban where his anger for the wizard who caught him grew. He knew that the wizard hated werewolves, so to get back at him he bit where it hurt.
He escaped the prison, and hunted down the Dragonov's. At the time Nikolai was traveling with his father, who had been sent on some business in Romania. While there, nine year old Nikolai was separated from Anton and while lost Dimitri attacked him. He screamed as he was bit on the arm, and with that the Bulgarian was infected. Anton found the wolf man and killed him, but ultimately Dimitri had his revenge and turned his enemies son into the thing he hated. Anton was furious, and when Nikolai was registered as a Werewolf...whatever 'little' relationship they had was gone. Nikolai hated being different, and his father stopped looking at him. The only comfort he had was his mother, who still loved him and made him his potions to keep him normal. At ten his 'magic' awakened, which was a bad moment because he had gotten angry at his tutor and the spike caused an expensive vase to explode. Anton had chastised him, but Sofia couldn't be happier and began to teach him magic with her own wand. Nikolai wanted to gain his fathers approval, so he practiced simple spells and hoped he could gain it.
At eleven he had received his letter for Durmstrang, with his father giving a cold approval and his mother sending him off with love. But because of his condition, she informed the school about his 'Lunar periods'. When he arrived Nikolai was determined to keep up a normal appearance, and made his own potions to help keep him normal. The Bulgarian thought it funny how he was put in the 'healing' house at Durmstrang, but he supposes there was a reason. His house mates think him odd for not having any 'friends'. To him, he feels that he never will find anyone who can accept him. Nikolai excelled in potions, and Dark Arts but the former was out of necessity. He proved to be helpful, good at the physical classes and became quite a duelist. He also realized why his father wanted him here; many well to do purebloods attended this place. One in particular he finds amusing, since during physical classes she has someone 'carry' her around...it made him wonder why she was there.
With the Triwizard tournament at hand Nikolai is curious, and fully intends to put his name in. He hopes that he can get his name called, wanting to prove himself and maybe..see if his father will look at him again. He may be seventeen, but he still wants his father's approval...just like a wolf in a pack.
rp sample
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"](RP from Timeless Nations, Dhampir Bulgaria)
Sometimes..it sucked being alive.
That was the collective thought that filled the Bulgarian's head. Normally, the Dhampir wasn't one to linger on this...his nights where usually filled with Vampire hunting. Or investigating some lead, which would lead to another dark or violent creature. However, tonight had been filled with no distractions for him. And he hadn't felt like finding a woman, or man, for a momentary pleasure. No, he had nothing to keep that..heavy feeling in his chest at bay. The one that made a person feel like crying, or curling in their bed and pretending to just fade away into nothingness. That was a reaction the man had not divulged in for ...years. So, with no distractions or things to kill that left him with two options.
First option; lay in bed and just stare at the ceiling, mulling over memories that haunted him in dreams. The ones that reminded him, over and over, why it sucked to be alive and living the way he did. Or there was option number two, and the more sensible and proactive option in his opinion.
Drink in a bar...and wait until he got tired.
Which is how he found himself at one of his favorite places. The local bar, which was normally quiet at this time of night...not many where usually awake at eleven at night. Or the ones who where went to a night club, and those people where usually eighteen and slightly over. The ones who occupied this place where quiet, occasionally laughing from some joke their friends made.
Nikolai was currently sitting at the bar, slumped forward with his head down. Eyes downcast, vision slightly blurry as he stared into the glass of amber liquid which brought a warmth to his stomach. It also eased the pain in his chest, the one left after the night of nightmares and visions of death and hate. Arms crossed in front of him, he picked up his glass and downed the alcohol. Wincing at the sting he slammed the cup down, waving to the bartender. "Hey, another, full this time."
The man raised a brow. "You sure? This'll be the fifth one now." At the blank stare the Dhampir gave him the man shrugged, filling another -taller glass- and sliding it across the counter. "Don't blame me for the hangover tomorrow"
He rolled his eyes, taking his glass and slipping the money to the man. Please, that's what I'm hoping for. he thought, bringing the glass to his lips.
Sure, the hangover would be a bitch but a throbbing headache was nothing to him...At least it would make him forget for a bit, and help him sleep later.
Nothing like a good ol Whisky lullaby. he thought amused.
Sometimes..it sucked being alive.
That was the collective thought that filled the Bulgarian's head. Normally, the Dhampir wasn't one to linger on this...his nights where usually filled with Vampire hunting. Or investigating some lead, which would lead to another dark or violent creature. However, tonight had been filled with no distractions for him. And he hadn't felt like finding a woman, or man, for a momentary pleasure. No, he had nothing to keep that..heavy feeling in his chest at bay. The one that made a person feel like crying, or curling in their bed and pretending to just fade away into nothingness. That was a reaction the man had not divulged in for ...years. So, with no distractions or things to kill that left him with two options.
First option; lay in bed and just stare at the ceiling, mulling over memories that haunted him in dreams. The ones that reminded him, over and over, why it sucked to be alive and living the way he did. Or there was option number two, and the more sensible and proactive option in his opinion.
Drink in a bar...and wait until he got tired.
Which is how he found himself at one of his favorite places. The local bar, which was normally quiet at this time of night...not many where usually awake at eleven at night. Or the ones who where went to a night club, and those people where usually eighteen and slightly over. The ones who occupied this place where quiet, occasionally laughing from some joke their friends made.
Nikolai was currently sitting at the bar, slumped forward with his head down. Eyes downcast, vision slightly blurry as he stared into the glass of amber liquid which brought a warmth to his stomach. It also eased the pain in his chest, the one left after the night of nightmares and visions of death and hate. Arms crossed in front of him, he picked up his glass and downed the alcohol. Wincing at the sting he slammed the cup down, waving to the bartender. "Hey, another, full this time."
The man raised a brow. "You sure? This'll be the fifth one now." At the blank stare the Dhampir gave him the man shrugged, filling another -taller glass- and sliding it across the counter. "Don't blame me for the hangover tomorrow"
He rolled his eyes, taking his glass and slipping the money to the man. Please, that's what I'm hoping for. he thought, bringing the glass to his lips.
Sure, the hangover would be a bitch but a throbbing headache was nothing to him...At least it would make him forget for a bit, and help him sleep later.
Nothing like a good ol Whisky lullaby. he thought amused.
other
Wand | |
augueray feather | blackthorn |
12' inches | pliant |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
Potions/Dark Arts | charms |
Familiar | Patronus |
karakachan dog | male lion |
Bulgaria from Axis powers hetalia | |
Mira | |
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