Post by Dimitri Beklea on Feb 8, 2010 8:14:31 GMT 1
Dimitri Andrei Beklea
24 , male , heterosexual , pureblood , professional quidditch player
24 , male , heterosexual , pureblood , professional quidditch player
the factfile[/font]
Height: 6’3”
Build: Lanky but athletic – works out regularly
Wand: Ash with Dragon Heartstring, 12 and ½ inches
Strong and precise, good for complex transfiguration spells and constructive workings in general. Can be used for active defense and focusing energy. Suitable for dark arts, but not chaos bringing curses.
Patronus: Eurasian Lynx – a wild feline most commonly found in Romania, Dimitri’s country of birth. The first time he caught the snitch for his team, winning his first professional Quidditch game.
Boggart: Being cornered by a pack of wolves. There was an old wives tale back home about a little boy being dragged off and eaten alive by a pack of wolves after he trapped one of their cubs, and he’s been terrified of the things ever since.
Dementor: Being deaf or not being able to hear and having the walls around him closing in and slowly losing vision until everything fades to darkness. This was actually a nightmare he experienced when he was 9 years old, but it has stayed with him in vivid clarity ever since. It is also what he imagines death to be like.
Amortentia: Broom polish, food cooking over a wood fire, freshly cooked bread
Nicknames: Becks, Dimi (He doesn’t like this one much - only Ylenia has ever gotten away with it)
Clothing Style: Almost always well dressed in suits and other dress clothes, seems to like black rather a lot too. Goes casual in a t-shirt and jeans when he can’t be bothered dressing up which isn’t often. Usually there’s a bit of stubble hanging around as well.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
Corinna Beklea (nee. Mondragon), 51, Woman of the house / ‘medicine woman’s assistant, widower
Stefan Beklea, 57, Animal trapper / hunter (specializes in magical beasts) deceased – fell off a cliff
Siblings:
Alexandru Beklea, 30, dragon tamer in training
Ylenia Nott (nee Beklea), 28, married but unemployed (lives in Hogsmeade)
Dominique Beklea, 26, Seer
Ionela Beklea, 19, unemployed, although she manages to find cash somehow
Carmen Beklea, 17, attending school
Relatives:
Laurentia Mondragon (grandmother), 76, Seer / Medicine woman
Other Important Figures: Friends and other extended family, team mates
Pets: Dimitri has always had a bit of a soft spot for animals, and after coming over to play quidditch in Britain, he purchased a fledgling Ferruginous Pygmy-owl, whom he affectionately named Fergus.
He’s possibly the tiniest owl Dimitri had ever seen, and simply had to have him. Fergus is completely useless at carrying the post, but he’s a great companion and particularly likes snuggling up on Dimitri’s shoulder or making a nest in his hair. Fergus also loves chasing around flying objects whether they’re bigger or smaller than him, and tries ever so hard to keep up with Dimitri on his broomstick whenever he’s brought to practice before being locked safely in his little cage. He has also been taught to fly at any press or other such people on Dimitri’s command (“Fergus, unleash hell!”). Well, usually.
Pensieve: Dimitri was born as the fourth child in a family of 6 in the town of Rozavlea in Romania. The town is very rural and remote, with a traditional rustic appearance. Dimitri thrived here, his childhood years good and fulfilling.
Both his mother and father were magical folk, and have assumed their line purebloods, for there is no evidence of muggles in the family bloodlines. His older brother and second oldest sister took to picking on him at a young age, however a close bond was formed between him and his oldest sister Ylenia and they were nearly inseparable.
Ylenia was always the mothering type, and took Dimitri under her wing so to speak. She took him everywhere with her; picnics with friends, hikes, errands and other such outings. Dimitri felt included and loved; and learnt a lot from his older sister. He looked up to her with admiration as many younger siblings do their elders, and liked to copy the things she did. Around her he always felt safe, secure and happy, and had the courage to stand up for himself and speak out.
It was a sad time when his older sister left to go to an international boarding school, determined to make her way in the world. Dimitri was forced to make his own way and entertainment now, but for a while he was lost on what to do. He did always enjoy watching the older lads playing quidditch on their makeshift pitch hidden in a secret valley to hide it away fro the muggles living nearby.
Watching the older boys zooming around filled him with wonder, and he couldn’t help but long to join them. When he finally plucked up the courage to ask if he could play too, he was told to go away, because he’d just get hurt. Left out, but undeterred, he practiced by himself at night but told no one of his misadventures.
He practiced long and hard, his attention solely on becoming as good as the rest. He was refused every time he attempted to play, and because none of the older children would even let him on a broomstick so he could show off his skills he was never able to play with the others the way he’d wanted to.
Eventually the time came for him to leave home and attend wizarding school. Dimitri did not really want to go - he did not own a broomstick of his own and could not take one with him, and flying had become his one fun activity. But he had no real friends without his sister there to give him courage, and was convinced to go, if a little grudgingly - told he would make many friends and have many new adventures.
With his brother in his senior year and Dimitri incredibly homesick, he hated his first year of magical education very much. He had just as many friends as he’d had at home - zero - thanks to his brother’s influence and his grades were down. There was not even a broom for him to forget his troubles on by whizzing around in the dark night sky.
Things took a turn for the better in his second year however when his brother had graduated, and he soon made a few friends. He gained some of the confidence in himself that had deserted him when his sister had, and plucked up the courage to stand up for himself and his best friend one day after one of the richer students stole his pygmy puff. The boy - Janos - was distraught as the little puff had been a birthday present from his baby sister, and Dimitri decided that enough was enough.
He confronted the rich student on one of the common room balconies, but the bully was cruel and mean. He would not peacefully hand over the little purple pet, and Dimitri by this stage was truly angry for one of the first times in his life. A dare was arranged - Dimitri would only get the puff back if he could get it off the bully on his broom. He accepted.
Janos despaired, for everyone knew that the bully was an exceptional quidditch player. A small crowd had gathered at the appointed place the next day, and Dimitri only had a borrowed broomstick to work with! Students were expecting the worst for the poor pygmy puff, and expecting humiliation for Dimitri. Oh how wrong they were.
It was clear from the moment he kicked off the ground that he’d ridden a broom before, but the bully was no amateur either. A mid air battle ensued, and the crowed grew as things were turning out to be far more exciting than expected. The bully was playing around with the terrified ball of fur when he made a mistake. He’d been throwing the puff from hand to hand when it slipped from his fingers and went plummeting towards the ground.
Not hesitating, Dimitri dived after the small purple ball - straight towards the rapidly scattering crowd below. No one wanted to have splattered pygmy puff on them. The terrified creature was mere metres from the ground when Dimitri caught up with it, and the crowd was sure he would be the one who would go headfirst into the ground so tremendous was his speed. But with timed accuracy, he pulled out of the dive so sharply; he left jaws touching the ground.
Teachers had been alerted of the commotion by now, and the crowd dispersed faster than tickets sold for the world cup. Both Dimitri and the bully received a months worth of detentions, but Dimitri was also drafted into the quidditch team effectively immediately.
Though first put in the position of chaser, he was soon changed to replace the current seeker whose parents were moving abroad and taking their son with him. Seeker proved a much more fruitful position for him, where his fast reflexes and larger than average build could be used to their full advantage. As his education advanced, he became well known for his quidditch skills, graduating as quidditch captain.
Though expected to play for his country, Dimitri spent the next year with his family before deciding what to do with his future. It was during this year that his father fell to his death after falling from a cliff on one of his tracking trips. After his father’s funeral Dimitri left Romania to go to visit his eldest sister in Scotland, in the small town of Hogsmeade where she and her husband had decided to settle. Deciding that he did not want to return home, where he would have to be the man of the house, he started trying out for various British quidditch teams until he was drafted into the Westgate Winged Horses as their seeker.
It took him a few matches to get into the swing of things - he was a little nervous about being in a foreign place - but soon found his stride. It was quidditch - how could he not. It was not until his third match with his new team that his true talent was finally spotted - stealing the match away from the Vrasta Vultures, who at the time were the top of the table in an upset victory. Over the coming few matches, Dimitri became the deciding player, helping his team achieve victory - most spectacular of his catches involving a close call with a beater’s bat and the grandstand. His local fan base grew, and he was actually surprised and rather flattered when he was first asked for an autograph in the street.
After achieving several more victories for his team and proving his consistency, he was approached by the English International Team and was offered a position as their seeker which he accepted with much enthusiasm. He’d always dreamed of playing quidditch on an international scale, but never thought it could happen to a small town country boy like him.
Being paid a high salary and with all his dreams and more coming true, he often found it hard to believe his luck. Still, there was no denying he had talent that was for sure, and after a few years with the team was given the Captaincy. The fame at first was rather overwhelming for him, but he did get used to it.
The downside to his fame was not the fans, but the blood thirsty press, and he hated being followed everywhere he went. Though he greatly enjoyed spending time with his team mates, he could simply not get into the same partying mood as them when his every move was being watched.
He bought a very nice apartment in London after a while, deciding that perhaps he needed an upgrade to the townhouse he’d owned before. For someone who’d come from a place where seeing a crowd of 20 was large, the fans and pressure were becoming a bit much, so he’s taken to spending more time with his sister Ylenia in Hogsmeade to escape the press.
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
- quidditch
- flying (kinda goes without saying)
- going fast
- making snowmen
- winning (no one likes losing)...
- snow
- a roaring warm fire
- hiking
- heights
- good old home-style cooking
- a good romance story
- exotic pets
- cold weather
- eggnog
- orange juice
- pancakes
- coffee for tiredness
- Physical activity
Dislikes:
- storms
- lightning especially
- mud
- dirt in general
- not understanding things
- being hurt
- being rejected
- being lonely / friendless
- being outsmarted
- being insulted
- being a failure / losing / letting others down
- wolves
- enclosed spaces
- absolute darkness
- silence
- hot / steamy weather
- people giving him a hard time about his accent and place of origin
- not knowing what to do in a situation
- being trapped
- nosy press who won’t go away
- having to get up early
Quirks and Habits:
- runs his fingers through his hair to draw attention to it
- taps his foot when nervous
- needs to have some sound at all times (absolute silence terrifies him)
- has to wear his ‘lucky socks’ to quidditch games (they’ve never been washed, and were hand-knitted by his grandmother for his first ever quidditch game where he caught the snitch and won. Of course, his grandmother is well known as the town’s ‘medicine woman’ and is a skilled witch, so there may be more than just good luck at play here. However, he has never been pulled up for it so maybe not.)
- speaks fluent Romanian and has an accent
- can be quite unreasonable when angry
- a little unsure around women
- he’s never had a girlfriend
Mirror of Erised: He has so far achieved his dream at becoming a professional quidditch player, and then even extended on that by becoming the captain of the English International Quidditch team. But aside from his quidditch dreams, Dimitri really does have rather simple desires – to live a long and happy life. After his career is over, he doesn’t want to finish with quidditch as it has been his life and passion for quite some time now, and he would like to perhaps become an official on the British and Irish Quidditch League.
In Depth Personality:
Strengths:
[li] Polite – he was brought up to be this way, and he hasn’t changed
[/li][li] Persistent / Focused – never gives up in pursuit of his goals
[/li][li] Quick thinking – he’s good at making split second decisions and assessing situations
[/li][li] Charismatic – when he wants to be, he can be quite charming
[/li][li] Brave – you can’t fly at high speeds at dizzying heights without at least having some backbone
[/li][li] Resourceful – uses what is around him to take advantage of a situation
[/li][li] Cool tempered – it takes quite a bit for him to lose his rag at anyone[/li][/ul]
[li] Curious – has a habit of poking his nose into things he shouldn’t. He did it back home and he hasn’t grown out of this bad habit.
[/li][li] Dreamer – he’s always wanted to rise to bigger and better things. These dreams can often be a little elaborate and overly optimistic… and very distracting.
[/li][li] Daring / Reckless – as well as being brave, he’s not exactly afraid to try out things he probably shouldn’t either
[/li][li] Stubborn – persistence taken to a new level, he can be a piece of work to reason with, especially when he thinks he’s right
[/li][li] Insecure – despite being an internationally acclaimed quidditch player, Dimitri sometimes finds that he is just a tiny fish in a really big pond. Unless he is absolutely confident in something, he may hesitate or pause before continuing or even going on at all.
[/li][li] Neat freak – he likes things to be ordered, neat clean, tidy and well timed. Dirt and mess annoy him.
[/li][li]Serious[/*] Tends to take things very seriously, even a little too seriously[/list][/size] [/font]
behind the mask [/font]
Experience: Coming up on one year now
Time Zone: GMT +10 (AEST)
How Did You Find Us?: Looking for spare change.
Play By: Ben Barnes
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Sephora watched curiously as Silas prodded the door with his wand. She couldn’t help but feel the slightest pang of jealousy – she wanted one of those things too. They would make her lifeso much easier. She made a mental note to ask him later whether she night be able to get herself one.
Following Silas in the front door, Sephora was about to take a good look around for any security systems Silas may have missed when nausea slammed hard into her. She hadn’t felt sick, well in years. She’d felt terrified recently, and nervous occasionally too but those little flutters of anxiety were nothing to this. It was such an intense feeling that she actually staggered slightly. Where had this come from?
Biting her bottom lip hard and clawing at her palm with her nails, she took several deep breaths to try and get over her bout of weakness. It abated slightly when she concentrated, but didn’t go away. Fuck.
“Hey Silas,” she called out, amazed that she managed to keep most of the pain out of her voice. “Can apparition make you sick a long while after the actual trip?”
It was a long shot yes,,, but at this stage Sephora did not know what to think it could possibly be. And no, it was most definitely not her slight fear of the creepy church statues that she’d had as a small child coming back to haunt her either.
Resisting the urge to punch her stomach in frustration (or a piece of furniture) Sephora looked around the chapel to try and distract herself. Typical gothic architecture… spooky. She’d always hated the stained glass windows and the statues. Twitching her nose slightly in discomfort she moved closer to Silas and onwards, checking for a door that would lead to the room full of crosses. It would probably be just her luck that it was filled with security cameras and evil statues.
Walking over to the nearest door, Sephora tested the handle cautiously. She didn’t have a wand to get rid of anything she set off, but she took comfort in the fact that Silas was nearby and would help her should she so require it. Damn. She tugged a little harder at the handle but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. She glanced over at Silas, but she wanted to be able to do things without his help. She didn’t need him.
She shoved against the doors – they opened inwards thankfully. A slight creaking was emitted from the wood and lock – they were clearly not that strong. She shoved harder this time, and the door gave way. A thin strip of wood had cracked away from the frame, and it clattered onto the floor, the sound echoing around the… virtually empty storage room. Sephora swore under her breath – great. Just great. All that effort for a storage room. She gave a stack of chairs a particularly vicious kick, sending some of them tumbling off with a clatter. And she’d been so looking forward to being the one to find the crucifix room too.
Stomping out slightly she moved on to the next door. Of course, this one was unlocked. Rolling her eyes, she checked around in this room too, but there didn’t appear to be any crosses in here either. There was a smaller door at the end of the room, and after peering in through the glass window Sephora discovered that it was a small kitchen. So this was probably the lunch room then.
She came to her third door with lowered hopes – hadn’t Silas already found the room? This door was locked too, but was only a single door. She shoved her shoulder against it and the door did not budge at all. She took several steps back and then ran at it – sure that her speed and strength would be more than enough to defeat the annoying hunk of wood. She crashed into the door with a loud thud, and for the second time the door won the battle.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, rubbing her now very sore shoulder. There was no way that she was going to give up and ask for help now though, and there was no way in hell she was going to let a door get the better of her. She narrowed her eyes in concentration. So shoving didn’t work. Time to try a new approach. She slipped off her right shoe before lifting her leg and slamming her foot into the door near the lock. Pain jarred up her leg, but she grinned in victory when the satisfying crack of wood met her ears.
Pushing the door open, she peered inside to be met with total darkness again. Fumbling around just beside the door, she located the light switch and flipped it on. This time she closed her eyes beforehand and let her pupils gradually adjust to the change in brightness before reopening them.
Bingo. The ancient fluorescent lights reflected brilliantly off numerous glass cases containing just the thing they had been looking for.
“Hey Silas!” she called out, “I think I’ve found them!”
Stepping fully into the room, she explored around, perusing the stock so to speak. There were fifty million different ones – why anyone would want that many she could not understand, and the collective mass of them were definitely giving of a noticeable vibe. Pressing onwards anyway, she came towards the back of the room where the obviously more expensive crucifixes were found – encrusted with jewels and precious stones. They were so shiny.
“Ooh, I like this one!” exclaimed Sephora, pointing to a particularly large ornate cross that was gold with any number of pretty stones set in it. Wouldn’t that look lovely with some of her clothes… If Silas asked, she would tell him that it would make the most amusing scar on a vampire if she managed to nab one. As if she was going to say it would make the best accessory.
Following Silas in the front door, Sephora was about to take a good look around for any security systems Silas may have missed when nausea slammed hard into her. She hadn’t felt sick, well in years. She’d felt terrified recently, and nervous occasionally too but those little flutters of anxiety were nothing to this. It was such an intense feeling that she actually staggered slightly. Where had this come from?
Biting her bottom lip hard and clawing at her palm with her nails, she took several deep breaths to try and get over her bout of weakness. It abated slightly when she concentrated, but didn’t go away. Fuck.
“Hey Silas,” she called out, amazed that she managed to keep most of the pain out of her voice. “Can apparition make you sick a long while after the actual trip?”
It was a long shot yes,,, but at this stage Sephora did not know what to think it could possibly be. And no, it was most definitely not her slight fear of the creepy church statues that she’d had as a small child coming back to haunt her either.
Resisting the urge to punch her stomach in frustration (or a piece of furniture) Sephora looked around the chapel to try and distract herself. Typical gothic architecture… spooky. She’d always hated the stained glass windows and the statues. Twitching her nose slightly in discomfort she moved closer to Silas and onwards, checking for a door that would lead to the room full of crosses. It would probably be just her luck that it was filled with security cameras and evil statues.
Walking over to the nearest door, Sephora tested the handle cautiously. She didn’t have a wand to get rid of anything she set off, but she took comfort in the fact that Silas was nearby and would help her should she so require it. Damn. She tugged a little harder at the handle but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. She glanced over at Silas, but she wanted to be able to do things without his help. She didn’t need him.
She shoved against the doors – they opened inwards thankfully. A slight creaking was emitted from the wood and lock – they were clearly not that strong. She shoved harder this time, and the door gave way. A thin strip of wood had cracked away from the frame, and it clattered onto the floor, the sound echoing around the… virtually empty storage room. Sephora swore under her breath – great. Just great. All that effort for a storage room. She gave a stack of chairs a particularly vicious kick, sending some of them tumbling off with a clatter. And she’d been so looking forward to being the one to find the crucifix room too.
Stomping out slightly she moved on to the next door. Of course, this one was unlocked. Rolling her eyes, she checked around in this room too, but there didn’t appear to be any crosses in here either. There was a smaller door at the end of the room, and after peering in through the glass window Sephora discovered that it was a small kitchen. So this was probably the lunch room then.
She came to her third door with lowered hopes – hadn’t Silas already found the room? This door was locked too, but was only a single door. She shoved her shoulder against it and the door did not budge at all. She took several steps back and then ran at it – sure that her speed and strength would be more than enough to defeat the annoying hunk of wood. She crashed into the door with a loud thud, and for the second time the door won the battle.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed, rubbing her now very sore shoulder. There was no way that she was going to give up and ask for help now though, and there was no way in hell she was going to let a door get the better of her. She narrowed her eyes in concentration. So shoving didn’t work. Time to try a new approach. She slipped off her right shoe before lifting her leg and slamming her foot into the door near the lock. Pain jarred up her leg, but she grinned in victory when the satisfying crack of wood met her ears.
Pushing the door open, she peered inside to be met with total darkness again. Fumbling around just beside the door, she located the light switch and flipped it on. This time she closed her eyes beforehand and let her pupils gradually adjust to the change in brightness before reopening them.
Bingo. The ancient fluorescent lights reflected brilliantly off numerous glass cases containing just the thing they had been looking for.
“Hey Silas!” she called out, “I think I’ve found them!”
Stepping fully into the room, she explored around, perusing the stock so to speak. There were fifty million different ones – why anyone would want that many she could not understand, and the collective mass of them were definitely giving of a noticeable vibe. Pressing onwards anyway, she came towards the back of the room where the obviously more expensive crucifixes were found – encrusted with jewels and precious stones. They were so shiny.
“Ooh, I like this one!” exclaimed Sephora, pointing to a particularly large ornate cross that was gold with any number of pretty stones set in it. Wouldn’t that look lovely with some of her clothes… If Silas asked, she would tell him that it would make the most amusing scar on a vampire if she managed to nab one. As if she was going to say it would make the best accessory.
