Post by viktor on Sept 26, 2010 7:26:51 GMT 10
VIKTOR ANDREI KRUM
NAME ;; Viktor Andrei Krum
NICKNAMES ;; Uh, no.
AGE ;; Twenty-two
DATE OF BIRTH ;; 7th March 1976
BLOOD STATUS AND RACE ;; Pure-blood
YEAR ;; Alum
HOUSE ;; We don't have those houses at Durmstrang
OCCUPATION ;; Seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch team
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ;; Heterosexual
PLAY-BY ;; Stanislav Ianevski
VIKTOR is ;;
--- RESERVED ;; Being a Quidditch star means one does not have the luxury of being alone. It's pretty hard for Viktor to go anywhere without someone recognizing him. There's always an autograph to sign or a picture to take. So, Viktor finds his privacy by retreating within himself. He is a man of few words and tries to avoid attention if can. Of course, even if he didn't play Quidditch, he isn't exactly built to blend in. After all, how many tall, Bulgarian men are there roaming about London? Unfortunately, he can come off as unapproachable. It's really quite upsetting because the boy is really very friendly if you can get past his broody shell.
--- CHARMING ;; Viktor can be quite the romantic, despite his distant demeanor. He isn't like some men, stepping in and making girls swoon with just one look. No, he'll agonize for days until he can work up the courage to talk to them. And even then, he's not the best at conversation. He's never really learned the art of word-smithing. Of course, it's really not the words that women find most attractive, but his actions. Being a bit of an old-fashioned lad, Viktor is a firm believer of chivalry. He'll open the doors and slide out the chairs and, of course, he knows how to dance. It works for him, because every lady wants to be treated as a lady. They'll even listen to him prattle on about Quidditch for hours simply because you really don't find such nice men anymore.
--- HONORABLE ;; Viktor has his principles. It's not to say that he's some sort of saintly figure, but there are certain lines he doesn't cross: lying, cheating, and hurting the defenseless. Otherwise, he just tries to be a good person. While he may initially think little of a person, he generally respects anyone who proves him wrong. He's a bit medieval in that he feels as if honor is something that needs to be publically proven. Should someone use unsavory words to describe him, Viktor will challenge them to a duel. It's a bit surprising that such a withdrawn individual can be so melodramatic, but it simply how he was raised. After all, if a man doesn't have his dignity, what does he have?
VIKTOR'S patronus is a ;; Eagle
VIKTOR'S boggart takes the form of ;; Himself under the Imperius Curse
VIKTOR adores ;; Quidditch, pretty girls, his family, Bulgaria, privacy, competitions, dancing, winning, challenges, character
VIKTOR abhors ;; Attention, not being in control, Gellert Grindelwald, injustice, liars, strong perfume, rudeness, wastefulness, darkness, shrill sounds
The earliest years of Viktor's life were live in extreme austerity. The family lived in a small cabin in the mountains. There was no running water, which meant it had to be carried from the nearest stream, nearly four kilometers away, every morning. Meals consisted of whatever could be trapped or gathered. They did not buy clothes, but rather mended and altered the old ones until they were so worn, you could hardly tell the color. Winters were especially bad, because the family was confined to their small, dark cabin, huddled around a fire, praying that the old roof would not give in.
It wasn't that Emil and Irina Krum did not have the means to live more comfortably; they had a rather lovely home in the city. No, they chose the meager lifestyle, because it was a tradition in Emil's family that, following the birth of their first child, the family would leave their wands and live in the small cabin for three winters. They believed that those first years shaped a child for life. If he became accustomed to luxury, he would surely fail. Instead, he needed to know hardship and understand exactly how much he had.
It worked. After moving into their real home, Viktor proved to be a very obedient child, if not simply because his father threatened to send him back to the cabin whenever he acted up. He listened intently as his father instilled upon him the values he had learned from his father: hard work, respect, and honor. Emil made it clear that he expected his son to follow through on the tradition. When he caught the boy in a white lie, he shouted so many hateful things that little Viktor was thought he was going to be disowned. His mother was gentler and would comfort her son whenever his father lost his temper. She would assure him that his father still loved him and that they would never harm him.
As he grew, Viktor became increasingly detached with the outside world. He had grown very attached to his family, and the boy wasn't really quite sure how to branch out. He did try to interact with some kids from the neighborhood, but they quickly learned that they had no common interests and more or less just became civil acquaintances. The boy just didn't know how to talk to people his age, so he chose to keep to himself, instead. This worried his parents. The last thing they needed was for their son to become some sort of hermit. How was he meant to start his own family if he couldn't meet new people? As his eleventh birthday rolled around, there were many nights of anxious whispers as Irina and Emil argued over whether or not to send the boy off to school.
In the end, Viktor did pack his bags and headed off north to Durmstrang. His first year wasn't the best; the boy was still cold and unapproachable. That is, until he discovered Quidditch. He was far from marvelous at flying, but the joy of cruising over the green on his broom was simply too exhilarating. Viktor decided that he was going to play master the skill, no matter what he cost. So, after many nights of sneaking out to practice and several broken limbs, the boy had become the best flyer in his class. Certainly people found it strange to see him whipping about on his broom in the dead of night for no apparent reason, but seeing how happy he was, no one could really bring themselves to argue. He even garnered enough attention to be offered a position on the Quidditch team, a proposal he accepted readily.
Viktor quickly proved to be a natural. He soon became the star of his class. Somehow, Quidditch had made him open up. Making friends suddenly became much easier. He found that he had had more in common with his peers than he previously thought. His parents were overjoyed every time they received his letters detailing all of the friends their son had made.
At the end of his sixth year, Viktor was approached by a recruiter to play for the national Quidditch team. The boy laughed at the offer, sure that it was some joke. When the wizard told him that, indeed, the offer was very serious, the boy was simply stunned. He consulted his parents immediately, who had serious reservations, but encouraged their son to accept on the condition that he continue with his schooling. The boy was to quit the second Quidditch began interfering with his education. In all honesty, they hadn't expected very much of the situation. They thought that the boy would be back within the summer after realizing what little glamour there really was in the sport.
Oh, how wrong they were. In the blink of an eye, Emil and Irina saw their son become a celebrity. His face suddenly started cropping up in papers. They were shocked and delighted at their son's success, though Viktor felt increasingly dejected. The attention was overwhelming, and he feared he was being seduced by it. Not wanting to risk becoming cocky, the boy started to sink back into himself. He became cool and aloof, rarely engaging with others.
He maintained his distance until he came to Hogwarts to compete in the Triwizard tournament. It was a complicated year. He developed a relationship with a certain Hermione Granger, which eventually fizzled out. He had been placed under the Imperius Curse. Worst of all, Cedric Diggory, a man he respected, was killed at the hands of the Dark Lord.
Though he didn't seem that way, the events of that year drove Viktor into a depression. For the first time in his life, he wasn't confident in himself. It dragged on for a long time. The boy would have panic attacks where he imagined himself casting the Cruciatus Curse on Cedric. Eventually, they stopped. Viktor couldn't quite understand why or how, but he didn't want to think about it 'less he'd start again.
He knew several of the people who died in the war, and he mourned for them quietly. Following the death of the Dark Lord, Viktor decided to move to London and start anew, like the rest of the wizarding world.
Most people would not consider swimming in the ocean at midnight to be a sensible idea, but, then again, most people aren’t Isaac Creed. And just the sake of the danger, he was gonna pick the most exclusive private beach, not a hundred yards from the yards of some very wealthy people who may or may not have some very pretty daughters. The boy lives for thrills, and those who try to stop him will get little more than a smirk and a casual “fuck off.” Rules, to him at least, were little more than challenges, and, being the honorable sort, he never backed down from a challenge.
So, the boy went and snuck out of his house, which admittedly was pretty unnecessary. His parents were out, and it was pretty damn unlikely that any of the help was going to say anything. Still, he had to create an atmosphere. If he just waltzed right out the front door, it wouldn’t have very well been a challenge. So, a three mile walk later, there he was. Freezing his balls off in the ocean simply because a fucking sign told him he couldn’t. Yes, this boy was a real genius, wasn't he? The lesson, kids, is that sometimes, when you screw the system, it just screws you right back.
Well, he couldn’t very well go home, now. He’d gone through all the trouble of sneaking about. Sighing heavily, Isaac cast his eyes around the darkness, hoping for something of interest to strike him. The boy smirked as he noticed that he had a nice view of a certain young lady’s bedroom. From afar, Isaac couldn't get a good look as to who she was, though, from what he could see, she was rather attractive. And judging by the fact that hers was the only window with a light, the parents probably weren’t home. Well, maybe his night wasn't going to be a complete waste.
The boy managed to get himself out of the icy water and trudged across the beach, twice piercing his foot on various sharp objects. When he got to the house, the boy, full of stupid pride, couldn't bring himself to simply ring the doorbell, despite the quite minimal danger of doing so. Instead, he opted to climb up to the mysterious girl's window, which, while more romantic, was infinitely stupider than the simpler option. Luckily for him, there was conveniently placed wooden paneling right next to the desired location. Really, one would think that owners would be more sensible not to make it so easy for someone to access their daughter’s window.
Hey there! I'm LILY. I'm NINETEEN, and I've been been role playing for A LONG TIME. I found LMCI through MAGIC BUNNIES. My favorite Harry Potter is GOBLET OF FIRE.
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