KRUM, viktor evgeni

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VIKTOR|EVGENI|KRUM

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I’m still afraid to be alone
Wish that the moon would follow me home
I’ll leave the light on

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IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN

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Name: Viktor Evgeni Krum
Nickname: Viktor, or Krum
Age/Birthday: Eighteen / April 10th
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Blood Status: Pureblood
Affiliation: Neutral
Year/House: Former Durmstrang
Occupation (adults): Seeker for the Falmouth Falcons
Wand: 10 ¼” hornbeam, dragon heartstring core

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TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND

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Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Height: Six foot one inch
Weight: Two hundred, thirteen pounds
Distinguishing Features(if any): A white scar above his left shoulder that runs halfway down his back. The scar is the result of a childhood injury sustained when he was thrown from a broom over the top of a wrought-iron fence.
Play-by: Stanislav Ianevski
Overall appearance: Viktor is almost ridiculously large. He strikes a menacing figure complete with broad shoulders and well-toned arms, which has been well-maintained due to Quidditch and other various sports. His eyes are almost ominously dark brown and his hair is short and well-styled, never messy or unkempt. His voice is deep and resonant and gives off an air of command. He dresses quite simply and always for the occasion; he would never look out of place anywhere he went.

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IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR

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Erised: To be happily married and have a beautiful, happy family
Patronus: Grizzly bear – The first time he fell in love, with a certain bushy-haired Gryffindor.
Boggart: Himself in his old age, alone and ragged
Dementor: When he was eight, the family home caught fire and he was momentarily trapped by smoke and flames.
Amortentia: Rain, apple cider, jasmine

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THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR

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Likes: Quidditch, running, traveling, taking long walks, sailing, dueling, chocolate in all its many forms
Dislikes: Being told he can’t do something, when his father tells him what to do, dishonesty, back-stabbing, people who think he’s stuck up, people who don’t give him a chance to prove he’s not stuck up, failing, coffee in all its many forms
Strengths: Controlled, competitive, reserved
Weaknesses: Pride, idealistic, holds grudges
Overall Personality: Viktor has, in short, heart; the aspect of love and the need to protect those whom he loves and holds dear is seared deep within his bones. With that being said, he is more apt to follow his heart than his head and more often than not allows emotion to overcloud reasonable judgment. He is quite idealistic and often disappointed at the lack of perfection in the world and in himself. He is capable of considerable human understanding and has a lot to give, although people generally don’t take the time to get to know him well enough. Friendship, affection, and love are the three most important things in his life. He dreams of guiding and fostering the perfect family in the perfect home and is quite afraid of ending up alone.

Viktor has no desire to lead or control others, just as he has no desire to be led or controlled by someone else. He has little need for supervision and prefers to act on his own with little restraint. He likes space and time alone to evaluate the circumstances of his life and will almost always respect other people’s needs for the same. He has a habit of constantly taking in information about people and situations and storing it away. This inner store of information is usually startlingly accurate and it would not be uncommon for him to remember a particular facial expression or conversation in precise detail months after the event occurred, if the situation made an impression on him that is.

He takes great pride in keeping control and composure. He never rushes and his temper is always reasonable (at least, on the surface – who knows what’s really bubbling underneath the surface). Quietly stubborn, if there is something he does not agree with then Viktor will plant his feet and stand his ground. He is generally laconic in his speaking style and usually prefers to observe quietly. This trait also shows itself when he is angry; he won’t yell or shout like most people would, but instead grinds his teeth and may say one or two words at the most. While he has somehow managed to keep his temper in check, if pushed hard enough Viktor will exhibit a volcanic outburst. He will not oblige any name-calling and, despite his normally calm demeanor, he has been known to become excessively violent when insulted. Viktor is also the kind of person to hold grudges and it’s very hard for him to let things go.

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IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST

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Family: Father – Vladislav Krum
Mother – Anka Sirakova-Krum
Pets: A great horned owl, named Sarpedon
Residence: Cornwall, England (originally from Varna, Bulgaria, where his parents still live)
History: Viktor Krum was born the only child of Vladislav and Anka Krum, who were childhood sweethearts and married shortly after departing school. The Krum family lived affluently in Bulgaria in a rambling estate with vast, open acreage for Viktor to explore. Vladislav, being a fierce supporter of all things Quidditch, taught his son the aspects of the sport at a very young age (something that drew Viktor in very, very closely), and taught him to fly not long after. Anka was very much against this, especially after the boy took a hard fall and broke one of his legs. However the injury only lit fire under Viktor; this was a competition, and he had to prevail. Successfully conquering the art of broom-flying two summers before entering Durmstrang, he had become quite adept by the time he reached the school. His first two terms he poured himself into book-learning, wanting very much to please his darling mother who thought Quidditch too big a distraction, but kept finding himself pulled away to the pitch. After Viktor had been invited to train with Bulgarian National team but ultimately did not make the cut, his father made the decision that Viktor would throw himself into the sport, which created a rift between husband and wife.

Not one to enjoy having decisions made for him, Viktor stood against his father (while continuing to both study and train). The next year he was asked to join the National team again, this time in an exhibition match against Australia. Despite having the perfect opportunity to deny his father, Viktor’s love and prowess for the sport outweighed any defiant thoughts and he played almost flawlessly. It was then that he became a permanent fixture on the Bulgarian team and his father begged him to drop out of school and play professionally. However Viktor still longed to please his mother, so he remained at Durmstrang until graduation. It was during his final year at the school that he made the trek to Scotland, as a guest at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

If you asked Viktor anything about that particular year you would expect him to mention the Triwizard Tournament or say something about Cedric Diggory’s death but, despite having become good friends with Cedric, the only thing he would recall is the Yule Ball. Having been hounded by female fans and fanatics for years, Viktor found solace in Hermione Granger. She didn’t like him nor did she seem to want to like him; at least not at first. Perhaps it was the fact that she seemed completely disinterested in him that drew him to her. Nonetheless she agreed to accompany him to the Ball and they ended up having quite the joyful time, at least on Viktor’s end. After the year was over and he returned to Bulgaria to finish out his schooling, Hermione became a favored pen pal of his and he had hoped that she would visit him in his home country, although she has yet to oblige.

Having just recently finished his last term at Durmstrang, Viktor was hounded by several professional Quidditch teams before electing to join the Falmouth Falcons. He has since relocated to England, at least during the Quidditch season, and has begun taking English lessons from some of his new teammates in hopes of reducing his accent.

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YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME

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Name/Alias: Pax
Age: Nineteen
Roleplay Experience: On and off for a few years
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Roleplay Sample:

Now normally one would be surprised to find Corin Belby in a library, even though he is a Ravenclaw. However, with an Ancient Runes essay due in a mere matter of days and having promised his pedant mother that he would make the best grades humanly possible, he now found himself sprawling over various books and papers in the hopes of finding something useful. Finally zoning in on Magical Hieroglyphics and Logograms he set to work, only to come to a screeching halt in minutes. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn’t he just read something and understand it and write the stupid paper and get on with his life? Stupid Sorting Hat, putting him into Ravenclaw like that. It really didn’t even make any sense. Sure, he’s bright and all, but by God who could understand this? And it didn’t help at all that it was a gorgeous day outside.

Frustrated at the very idea that he was trapped indoors, Corin dropped his head to the table with a low growl. He was immediately shushed by the librarian who happened to walk by, and Cor politely waved until her back was turned before sighing and lolling his head to the side. Who had ever heard of a Ravenclaw who didn’t want to write an essay? It was as if the world was collapsing in on itself. After a moment’s thought, Cor decided it would be best to ignore the essay for a while and try to push everything else out of his head. Closing all the books he had been scanning and placing them in a neat stack, he moved everything aside and leaned back in the chair. He was swinging his feet up to rest on the tabletop when the librarian happened by again, this time flashing him a cross glare. Corin placed his feet back firmly on the floor and again waved until the older woman’s back was turned before, quietly this time, placing his feet on the top of the desk.

Crossing his arms across his chest, he leaned his head back and studied the ceiling for a minute before allowing his eyes to close. It was going to be a ridiculously long day and God only knows how long he’d have to stay up tonight finishing that stupid paper.

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[LILLIAN !]

Heya Pax!

I'm sorry for the wait, I'm going through exams these days, but, this was an AWESOME application. It's really well written

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