Vladimir Lyov Kamenev,Second-born, Son, Durmstrang Alumni[npc]
Misha Kamenev,Third-born, Son, Died at the age of 8
Last Update:Ages updated 10/8/18
Accepted by:~ ♥ Cara ɱк [04/26/2017] Updates Accepted by:~ Dia [1/20/18] Characters Accepted: Aleksandr [04/26/2017] Dmitri [04/26/2017]
Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:00 am
Ivanna Katya Barrett nee Kamenev [Deceased]
Hi, my name is Ivanna Katya Barrett nee Kamenev
But I mostly go by Iva
I'm a woman
I was forty-six years old when I died, I must be fifty-nine, by now.
My birthday is January 3, 1971
I am dead
My dream job had always been to be a pastry chef, odd, I know…
My blood status is Pure of Blood
The team I was in was Musta in Durmstrang
I was in the class of 1988
I was interested in men
I was divorced
I may have seemed indifferent, lethargic, and uncaring, but I was really depressed. Tight lipped, I never spoke much to my “colleagues” and I rarely had time to cater to my son like any mother should. I used to run a tight business, and there was no room for flaw or emotion. I was callous, and I didn’t care how I got what I wanted, as long as I got it in the end.
People say that, in a nutshell, I was ruthless, rebellious and wild. I’d broken just about every rule my mother and father had ever given me. I rarely attended any of my classes in Durmstrang, and I had an affair with my professor in my final year at school. My classmates never had much of a penchant for me, in fact, they despised me. It only amused me to no end. While in America, I was corralled by the wrong people, at the wrong time, and what they proposed was too grand to ignore. After all, my husband had left me and my family had forsaken me… I needed to get back up on my feet, and I needed to feed and clothe my son. In the end, my profession took my life.
My background story was a series of mistakes. My grandmother and grandfather had left our Motherland, Russia, to come to the United Kingdom in 1944. Their son, my father, died shortly after the birth of my youngest brother, Of course, we always made frequent trips back home, all secretive, and all done by magic—I never understood why until it was too late. I was always a rebellious bout of wildfire, and, one summer, instead of attending a summer school of womanly etiquette, I pretended to board the bus and instead, hid. My friends and my neighbors all harbored me in their homes, and I did so love their tea and English muffins. Anyway, I’d snuck into my home one day, and found my grandmother and my grandfather in a heated discussion. I must have been sixteen then, because the moment I understood that my grandparents had once been Soviet Spies, and had every intent to marry me off to a Russian noble… I, of course, I immediately conspired with my younger brothers to try and learn more, we'd managed to divulge quite a few texts from our ancestral home's library detailing certain events of battles and wars and the Kamenev men and woman lost to them.
Our grandparents were very strict, very stern; they were callous in all affairs and maintained the perfect reflection of a pureblood family home. I, and my brothers, were groomed to such a perfection--almost as if too blend in with the rest of the British wizarding world around us. It was habit, I suppose, because my grandparents were twisted in the covert affairs of a nuclear power, and even though years had passed, they hadn't changed. My brothers and I were taught our history, our heritage, and our langauge. I think I was always the least cooperative, but my brothers and I were always in a sorts of challenging rivalry--so who knows?
My grandparents had always instilled a sense of grandeur in my brothers and I, despite the absence of our parents, we were proud Russians. Our Motherland was our life, and as my grandfather so fondly always recalled "we will yield to no one." Those were our family words, and we were quick not to forget them, or our roots. My grandparents had always been keen to illusion, to blending in, but they were disgusted to find the British wizarding radio contentedly swirling in my bedroom rather than the Russian composers always bustling through the home. My grandmother, in particular, despised everything that had to do with the Britains, the French, and the Americans.
One night I had my first encounter with a muggle man. He was… simply brilliant. He opened new worlds to me, ones that I had never thought possible in my strict, purebloodist home. We traveled all over Europe together. For years I regretted never writing my brothers every day to let them know where I had gone, but I couldn't risk the life of the man I was with... Of course, I grew bored of him anyway and when I had hoped to return home—I couldn’t. My grandparents had turned their noses away at me, so I left again.
I fled to America, to rid myself of my family and their ties that spread across Eurasia. And there, I met a wonderful man and I had a darling son. Unfortunately, my husband was shipped across seas for the American Army, and there, he died. I tried to raise my son alone, and it was a challenge I never thought I’d endured. At once, I flew to Britain to my grandparents home, begged them to let me return, but they wouldn't hear any of it--it was as if they knew. No where else to go, I flew back to America, but during a delay in my flight in London (I always did hate apparition, especially pregnant) I was in labor and Christian was born.
In America, Christian and I traveled between the cities of Texas, where I made my living selling certain products unto certain people. My son, however, I could not let him get involved in the mess I’d made, and, I regret always having to send him off outside to play while I had businesses to arrange, and I had to keep him safe from my grandparents. My business had been growing, and it sparked the attention of the nefarious and the authorities alike. The DEA had eventually found me in my home, nearly unconscious; they shot my small Pomeranian, Killer, right before my eyes before trying to apprehend me. I refused incoherently, and, consequently, I was killed for threatening the life of a middle aged, full grown man armor. My son wasn't home, and I wish I knew what had happened to him--I wish I could have protected him better.
I once enjoyed British tea, Russian history, dueling, the cold, snowy winters, and who could forget, money.
I once despised feigning obedience, slander, denial, and hot, humid summer climates.
I was afraid once of being targeted, discovered, and found.
My strengths were my charisma and my pride
My flaws were my wit, and my penchant for fleeing...
I looked like a proper, dark-haired Russian
My wand was a 7 ¾ Makore, Fairy Hair
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Dark Arts, E Charms, E Transfiguration, A Potions, O Herbology, E History of Magic, A Astronomy, A
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were: Dark Arts, O Charms, O Transfiguration, A Potions, E Herbology, A History of Magic, A
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! Excommunicated from my family and severed from all ties; I was the mother of Christian Barrett; who is now an orphan attending Hogwarts.
Nikolai Konstantin Kamenev [NPC. Azkaban Prisoner]
Hi, my name is Nikolai Konstantin Kamenev
But I mostly go by Nikolai
I'm a male
I'm fifty-four years old.
My birthday is December 3rd 1972
I am Patron Head of the family, the Holder of their Keys and Secrets
My dream job had Dragon Keeping
My blood status is Pure Blood
The team I was in was Vihreä in Durmstrang
I was in the class of 1990
I'm interested in women
I'm currently with Anastasia Rose Kamenev
I may seem dark and harsh but I'm really conservative, in every sense of the word. My coldness is from my responsibility and expectations of and from my family. I discourage the mundane and I despise failure.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm Expectant. I expect the loyalty of my family to the Family Name and customs and standards. I expect the success of my children and the steadfastness of my coworkers. I expect treachery and failure to be punished, and the misunderstanding of what it is to be wrong to be punished most of all.
My background story is similar to that of my other family. To that of my ancestors. Born second in the family, middle of the children, very little was handled to me during the majority of my growing years. As the second of three, everything was passed to me from my sister, regardless of my being the oldest son. I was taught after her, given responsibilities to compliment her’s, made loyal and knowledgeable of what was right and good and strong only when she had been versed. This did not brew any ill-will towards my sister. Quite the opposite; she became an idol and a goal of achievement in and of herself just as my parents intended. We were good friends as much as siblings of a family such as ours could be, and it wasn’t until her leaving us that things began to shift. As she slowly left our family and the shelter of our name, year by year, I was entrusted with what she left behind. Responsibilities, titles, expectations, the seat of heir to everything our family was. My brother and I tried to contact her in those years of absence, never succeeding. Before most of this occurred, however, I attended school and learned what it had to offer and was taught various things outside of it as well. My seat and position in Durmstrang was high and I graduated well, earning everything I was expected to earn. I had done and achieved everything, as well as had my heart stolen by one wizard. My attraction to him terrified me as did his reciprocation of them. Too quickly things advanced to a stage that it seemed as though it would be acceptable to live like this. However I was quickly reminded it was not – it was a curse to our family – by my brother, who was the only one who ever found out. Immediately I buried those feelings, those memories and those thoughts. Never speaking of them again and pushing everything away from them. I would not disgrace my family. And by this line of action, I asked my parents for a bride. They offered me one, the beautiful Anastasia, and we wed and became the Head Family. My marriage with Anastatia was conducted as was expected by her and myself. We spoke when necessary, went to bed when there were children needed, and lived together in a stiff harmony. We never grew close, we never fell in love, but that is not what was meant of a bond such as ours. Our bond was for the sake of blood and politics. Our first child was born and I named him after the wizard, without even realizing it. And as more and more came to us and Ana, we grew to love them very dearly. A very different kind of love than between man and wife. Both of our hearts broke at the conviction of our first son, and the event took my wife from me as well. Since then I have hid away my endeavours form any who wished to know them, except those most loyal to the family. I have taken great care with my other children, and worked to keep them safe and to find answers for my son and wife.
I enjoy magic, success and advancement in one’s own ambition, perfection in work, loyalty, my children.
I despise disloyalty, a few of my ancestors, my sexuality, my brother’s knowledge of it, pets of any sort
I'm afraid of my sexuality, my son’s crimes to be his true actions
My strengths are defensive spells and charms, natural gift to identify lies
My flaws are my lack of skill in potions, ability to clean
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Dark Arts, O Charms, O Transfiguration, E Potions, A Herbology, E History of Magic, O Astronomy,O Curse Breaking, O
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were: Dark Arts, O Charms, O Transfiguration, E Potions, A Herbology, E History of Magic, A
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! Played by Pale Mist
Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:07 am
Anastasia Rose Kamenev [NPC. Azkaban Prisoner]
Hi, my name is Anastasia Rose Kamenev nee Brookes
But I mostly go by Rose
I'm a woman
I'm fifty-three years old.
My birthday is July 18, 1977
I am an inmate at Azkaban
My dream job had always been to be a wandmaker
My blood status is Pure of Blood
The house I was in was Slytherin
I was in the class of 1994
I'm interested in men and women
I'm currently with Nikolai Konstantin Kamene
I may seem like porcelain, the picture perfect wife with impeccable class, grandeur and mannerisms, but I'm really a disaster. Bottled up inside of me is every emotion I’ve ever had, and it’s been simmering, boiling, bursting to the brim until it lashes out with a harsh and sharp tongue. Viciously unhinged, I speak the tortured words as they flutter in my mind without relent.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm deranged. Well, they used to say I was a doll, the perfect doting wife, obedient, well-mannered, educated, a swan of class and grace. I had always been praised for my exquisite baking, cooking, and sewing. But one day, I snapped. My baby boy, Rurik, had been tried and convicted at wizengamot courts; and found guilty. I was crazed; I sobbed, and fought. I begged the judge, begged the council of wizards on my knees such shamefully, and when denied, they say I exploded. They claim I cursed the wizards, cursed them all and tried to burn the entire Ministry of Magic down to the ground. But I don't remember any of it, not really...
My background story is one of structure, procedures, and tact. Born in London, I was an only child, my mother and father are of noble blood intermingling faintly with the Nott family, and I was expected to be wed to a man of pure of blood and nobility. At a young age, my mother homeschooled me before my admittance to Hogwarts; she ingrained life lessons of men, women, and the social classes separating the two. She instilled in me the powers and responsibilities of a woman, to always stand behind their husband as she had done with my father, and I understood and agreed happily. My mother and I engaged in all womanly duties; I without magic, while she, assisted me with through the use of hers. We cooked, we cleaned, we catered to all covert affairs overseen by the maternal head of house and implored a strict sense of unnerving loyalty within me.
Shortly after my graduation, I was arranged to marry the young Nikolai Kamenev, and I willingly took my place beside him, honored to bring pride to my family and please my mother and father….
Our arrangement was quite that, an arrangement. I daresay, we were quite cold with one another. Utmost formal, we engaged in idle silence every meal until it evolved into monotonous chatter, then humorous distinctions throughout the early years of our marriage. Until finally, I had grown with child.
Thrilled, I was ecstatic and relieved when I had heard news of my first born child would be a baby boy, promising my duties as a wife and mother forever. I coddled the bundle that grew inside of me, and doted on my baby boy ever since the day he was born. Sometimes, I often wondered if I might have coddled him too much, but I was too overjoyed. Rurik, my baby boy, always had a special place in my heart as my first born.
It wasn’t long until I grew with child, again, and again. Blessed with four sons, I couldn’t believe the luck that had fallen upon me as I raised my children with a stern hand, eager to instruct them in the ways of their fathers’ Russian ancestry.
Alas, I don't know where I went wrong. Rurik, I'd done all I could, but it wasn't enough. The truth of what he'd done had scarred me, and in denial, I...
I broke every vow I'd taken. Every duty and loyalty, every promise that I had made was broken on that day. Convicted, Rurik was ushered away. I begged, but the court saw fit to hear none of it. Calm disposition shattered, I cursed the judges, rained Hell's fire, and narrowly escaped.
I've been on the run ever since, waiting for the day I will be able to save my son. Some days, I remember everything, other days, I've forgotten who I am, why I am, or why I am.
I enjoyed gardening, cooking, cleaning, a house full of children, and sewing
I despise insects and spiders, nasty ghouls and The Quibbler
I'm afraid of losing my children
My strengths are perfectionist attitude and work ethic
My flaws are my obsessive compulsive disorder and emotional coldness
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Astronomy, E Charms, O Defense Against Dark Arts, A Herbology, O History of Magic, P Potions, A Transfigurations, A Cooking with Magic, O Art, O
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were: Astronomy, E Charms, O Defense Against Dark Arts, A Herbology, O Potions, E Transfigurations, A Cooking With Magic, O Art, O
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! I am a wanted criminal.
I may seem deranged but really I am testing you, seeing if you are worth my time. I am quite economical with who I associate with, you see. Must get it after my dad. In truth I am quite dark in thought, but clever as hell.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm a surprise. No one in my family or near me ever expected that I would murder two perfectly innocent muggles and one high profile Auror. I am quite an interesting person through my history and conversation. I like collecting knowledge and so there is always something to learn from me, however my humor is a bit dark - and now I suppose people understand why – but I enjoy nothing more than a glass of tea and a cat purring on my lap. I am simple, in many aspects.
My background story is very boring until the most recent chapter. I grew up in the strict home of the Russian family, taught loyalty and conditional right and wrong. I was the oldest son, jewel to the crown of both my parents – I was told I looked so very much like my great grandfather. Who people say was a great wizard. I learned quickly that there were things expected of me and I eagerly took the challenge to meet them. I received highest grades, most outstanding recognition, made proud my family and my teachers and upheld every honor. It was not until the summer of my seventh year – when I ended the lives of three living – that things became a bit more interesting. My life before Azkaban – in the loving arms of my mother, proud thoughts of my father and the welcome halls of my school – had been very enjoyable. There was nothing I truly disliked about it, but I did seem to have one wish no one could grant me and so I granted it myself. In the summer before my last year, the most honorable one, I became acquainted with one of my friend’s parents – an Auror for the Ministry, as well becoming interested with two muggles who seemed to be newlyweds. Their lives and actions disgusted me as much as their very existence. I killed them together, repulsed to the point of not even having the patience to make it any more enjoyable than simply slitting their throats. I then killed the Auror, his a much more entertaining death. With him I could fulfill something that seemed to be burning inside of me. When finished with both, I studied them, trying to learn what it was that made us special. Gave us magic and the superiority over muggles. I studied them for two days before it was time for them to be disposed. So I displayed them and all my disappointed research up just as they were found; I had found nothing of the answers I searched, expect for a new thirst. My arrest and conviction was swift in the face of what I had done and quickly I was sent away to where I am now. From what I hear I drove my mother mad, I hope these whispers lie. I have also heard that my father has not excommunicated me from the family, which is a strange surprise.
I enjoy killing, knowledge, field work, cats, tea, success
I despise disloyalty and dishonor to my family, my possible responsibility for my mother’s madness, dogs, Dementors, Herbology
I'm afraid of never getting answers to my questions, my father
My strengths are offensive spells, my knowledge
My flaws are my ego and bowed knees from a childhood accident
ATTENDEDprivate boarding school in Russia for squibs
CLASS OF2024
BEST LESSONS
■ Science ■ Russian Language ■ History
WORST LESSONS
■ Russian Literature ■ Mathematics ■ Engineering
CURRENT EMPLOYMENTbartender
DREAM JOBVeterinarian
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■ EXPRESSIVEAnimated, dramatic, and full of life, Alek loves to make other people laugh. He mimics different voices and uses sound effects in his storytelling. Alek's always waving his hands around when he talks, too. While he is good at acting, it can also be hard for him to hide how he's feeling. ■ LOYALAlek never needed to be taught loyalty, though his parents instilled it in him anyway. He's supportive, defensive and sometimes a bit too overprotective of his loved ones. He'll do just about anything for them (but his family history has definitely crippled just how far he'll go.) ■ RESENTFULLife has always given him the s**t end of every stick. He's a squib, hefty, short sighted, and often forgotten. It's hard not to be bitter and annoyed at the world, and especially his parents. He finds himself in envy of almost everyone he meets and works hard to ignore it. ■ HUMBLE Choosing to live an easy-going life, he enjoys the simple little things. Polite and unassuming, he's more willing to lift someone else up than try to lift himself up. Dealing with depression has made him quite compassionate. ■ CAUTIOUSHaving had his heart broken more than once, he's careful with what and who he trusts. He's paranoid of others, always wondering if he's being used. He rarely admits his true feelings and tries to avoid having "serious talks" with people. ■ MISCHIEVOUS Comical and playful, Alek enjoys teasing others as well as himself if it means he'll get a laugh. He's a prankster, and actively tries to scare his friends and coworkers if the opportunity presents itself. He's silly sober, and wild drunk.
LIKES
■ winter ■ alcohol ■ cats ■ music ■ old books
DISLIKES
■ magical artifacts ■ side-along apparation ■ severe heat ■ humidity ■ his family
HOBBIES
■ singing ■ acting ■ video games
STRENGTHS
■ improvisation ■ plagiarist
WEAKNESSES
■ unlucky ■ overprotective
FEARS
■ unknown ■ expressing true feelings
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CHILDHOODBorn in Russia to purebloods Nikolai and Anastasia Kamenev. Alek was the secondborn son of four children. In his earlier years, he had always been the quiet one. Rurik, the eldest, showed signs of magic at the tender age of eighteen months. Mikhail, the third born, was four when he transfigured his bed into a bear cub. Despite never showing magic, he and his brothers were all taught the "amended" version of their family history and the history of magic as a whole. They were taught to always defend the family, honor their Russian roots, and respect the pureblood ideologies.
SCHOOL YEARS When Alek discovered he would not attend Durmstrang, his parents decided to send him to a squib private boarding school in the countryside. It was small, catered to ages eleven through seventeen and had a grand population of less than one hundred students. The boys outnumbered the girls three to one. Alek was taught propriety, history, and the tools a squib would need to survive in the wizarding world without magic. (Living in the muggle world had never been an option, squibs still have wizarding children and were expected to continue their lines despite being defect themselves.) Alek turned into a troublemaker, and learned to make the best out of a bad situation. He was fast friends with the other students, who were all brilliant in their own right. He learned a lot and had some of his best days there.
But there was always tragedy. And it all seemed to happen one after the other. First, was Rurik, who had gone mad and murdered a pair of muggles, then an auror. His trial all happened in a blur, then he was convicted and sentenced to Azkaban. Not long after, his cousin, Misha disappeared. For years, no one had any idea what happened until the day an owl from the ministry informed his aunt and uncle that Misha's body had been found and identified. Then strange things began happening to his own parents, they were more forceful, demanding, erratic. It wasn't until he graduated and returned home that things started becoming more clear.
POST GRADUATION Once Dmitri started Hogwarts, the family had gone from a depressed stasis to something sinister. Alek had a feeling his family were hiding something from him, but never had any evidence to back it up. Not until after Dmitri's graduation, when an investigator knocked on their door raided their home and arrested his parents. At the same time, his aunt and uncle were also arrested while he, Dmitri, and his cousins were all separated and heavily interrogated. It turns out, their family had been torturing a halfblood girl and her family, because someone had "seen too much". And behind everything, was a cursed artifact that Alek had never even heard of. Nearly everything was confiscated as evidence and their home was under constant investigation. Alek took time off and, with his cousins, temporarily moved into their ancestral home in Russia to avoid the English press.
Those few months were the worst of his life. Knowing what his family had done, knowing they had all participated yet never spoke out against it. But would Alek had if he had been in their position? He was lucky. He was a squib. He was useless. Not like Dmitri and Nadya, who had both been used and manipulated and threatened. Alek was the first to return to Cromer after everything was said and done, went back to work, and tried to start his life again. It was hard. What was the point? So he turned to drinking. A lot. And continued to try and hide his sorrow behind a facade of humor and comedy.
For the first time in a long time, life seemed to turn around. He met a girl. A gorgeous girl. Someone who had absolutely no reason to even look his way, but she did. Amber Denier was her name. And for whatever reason, Alek could not--would not--say no to her. He would've given her the keys to his car without a second thought if she even asked.
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FAMILYBrother: Dmitri Kamenev ■ Cousin: Nadya Kamenev FRIENDS --- BEST FRIEND --- ROMANTIC INTERESTAmber Denier ENEMIES Nikolai Kamenev ■ Anastasia Kamenev ■ Sergei Kamenev ■ Ilari Kamenev PETSKulzak the half kneazle
I may seem ambitious, headstrong, callously unconcerned with humanity and an absolute blood elitist, but as a matter of fact, I'm really not too far from that. I'm selfish, cocky, manipulative, tch, or at least I try. More often than not, my ornery disposition tends to botch that up before it really sets in. I'm not above blackmail, bribes, threats, or cheating, but I'll never be found begging, I'd rather eat slugs.
My background story is greed. I had it all, but I wanted more. My eldest brother was the pride of the family, I envied Rurik. Alek, well, he'd always been the pitied one, but I was better friends with him than either of my brothers. And as Dmitri would always be the baby, I was just.. Mikhail. Out of spite and jealousy I sought to make my parents proud. Hasty mind soaked up all that was offered, however, it was our Russian ancestry that had captured me most.
My years at Durmstrang had been wicked. There I learned I had a raw talent for dueling, I took an active role in the dueling club and competed in several competitions... I never won, but I made it to the finals once. I don't like to talk about it-Dmitri sees fit to never let me forget though.
Nothing was quite the same after Rurik went to Azkaban. Mother had a breakdown, she never returned after the Wizengamot trial. Father says she's sent letters, I've stumbled upon one before, but it was absolute nonsense. I never did tell Alek or Dmitri, it's best they didn't know. My brothers had always looked up to Rurik, I had always wanted to be him. As much as I'll never admit it, I'm glad he's gone, with Alek being a squib, I'm heir now. Alek would have never wanted to be heir anyway. He'd always been more reserved when he wasn't around family or friends, it was precisely why we had always gotten along so well. Better then Dmitri anyway, the bloody little git.
I enjoy dueling, dark arts, watching quidditch, and Russian history.
I despise astronomy classes, timekeeping, chores, ugh, and chess-- I always lose.
I'm afraid of tight, confined spaces
My strengths are offensive magic, and cunning
My flaws are my potioneering, rather similar to father, and my messiness, probably why I'm dreadful at potions.
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Astronomy - P Charms - E Dark Arts - O Herbology - E History of Magic - A Potions - P Transfiguration - E Care of Magical Creatures - O Martial Magic - O
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were Charms - E Dark Arts - E Herbology - A Transfiguration - E Care of Magical Creatures - O Martial Magic - O
Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:18 am
Dmitri Kamenev [NPC.]
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■ Astronomy ~ EE ■ Charms ~ O ■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ O ■ Herbology ~ O ■ History of Magic ~ EE ■ Potions ~ O ■ Transfiguration ~ EE ■ Cursebreaking ~ A ■ Muggle Studies ~ O ■ Wandless Magic ~ EE
NEWT SCORES
■ Astronomy ~ EE ■ Charms ~ O ■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ EE ■ Herbology ~ A ■ History of Magic ~ O ■ Potions ~ EE ■ Transfiguration ~ A ■ Muggle Studies ~ O ■ Wandless Magic ~ EE
CURRENT EMPLOYMENTObliviator
DREAM JOBCursebreaker
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■ BITTER Dmitri has always been quiet, serious, detached. Much of his resentment stems from his fixation on the past--he doesn't want to move forward. He's angry at the world. Blames everything and everyone but himself. He tends to react harshly, with sharp tongue and blunt words. ■ COMPETITIVEHardworking, ambitious, and motivated by the desire to not just win, but also to improve himself and overcome new challenges. He's driven by wins and rewards, and has always fared much better in competition than cooperation. ■ UNYIELDINGStubborn in nearly every way, Dmitri dislikes the notion of conceding, forfeiting, or admitting defeat. He is serious and stern and quite guarded with his emotions. He is highly determined, but single-minded. ■ SELFISHCommitted to always looking out for himself, Dmitri has little concern for the well-being of others. If he must be ruthless, then so be it. No one ever put him first--not his family or his parents--why should he be the one to sacrifice? ■ IGNORANTLiving in a pureblood echo chamber, Dmitri remains ignorant to the harsh reality and truth about blood purity. He clings to the old dogged traditions and refuses to believe that times have truly changed. ■ RESPONSIBLEDmitri had always known what was expected of him and had been dutiful to a fault. In his youth, this reliability was a sense of pride that he craved to keep. After the ordeal with his family, his views have definitely altered but he still finds himself clinging to old habits in spite of everything.
■ his parents ■ math ■ velvet fabric ■ tattoos ■ goblins
HOBBIES
■ dueling ■ winged-horse races ■ researching
STRENGTHS
■ memory charms ■ resilient
WEAKNESSES
■ charisma ■ self-control
FEARS
■ death ■ being worthless
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CHILDHOODDmitri is the youngest of four, and unlike his brothers, he was born in the English Manor at Cromer instead of their ancestral home in Russia. From a young age he was taught love and loyalty for their mother country, and had been told tales of a "simplified" family history. (Conveniently leaving out the fact that their great grandparents had once been spies. Compromising a paramount mission, the spies were burned and left to fend for themselves where they settled in England to continue their espionage and seek redemption, and revenge.) Otherwise, he grew up in quite a normal home. Though his parents were strict and his tutors were sharp; he spent a lot of time playing with his brothers and cousins.
It wasn't until Rurik's conviction at Azkaban that everything began to change. Or maybe it had always been changing, but Dmitri only noticed now. His parents were recluse, always whispering something fierce under breath but would go quiet when he entered the room. He was glad to be going to school.
SCHOOL YEARS Dmitri did not like Hogwarts. And he hated the people. They were all rude, uncouth, and had bad breath. He was sorted into Slytherin, much like his parents had anticipated. When he wrote home, he was surprised by the exchange of letters that placed more priority on a girl named "Marina Aldred" than the well-being of their own son. Whatever questions Dmitri asked were dismissed or given vague and generic answers. So he spent his school years either stalking the redhead girl, or playing quidditch. (He joined the team his very first year as a reserve keeper.)
On the rare occasions when he couldn't keep an eye on Marina, he did get rather close to a pretty little blond named Anastasia. Their favorite spot to snog was under the quidditch bleachers, they dated for a small while but Dmitri's responsibilities were becoming dangerous so he pushed her away. His mother wanted more and more information: who Marina spent time with, and why; what she said when she was with these people; where she's going and how long she'll be there; who she's dating; and what information could be useful against him. Turns out, there was a lot. One year, he was threatened and coerced into sneaking an enchanted portrait of the older girl and charming it to the wall. But he was never asked to do anything else. He relayed information to his cousin, Nadya, but never really knew what she had been told to do.
POST GRADUATIONFor the first time in his life, Dmitri was free. If only because he was no longer useful to his parents anymore. The girl that had occupied so much of his life had taken a position with the aurors, and that was the last he heard of her (for a time.) Dmitri joined the Oblivators and began training directly after graduation. He continued to live at home but actively avoided his family at every turn until the trial.
He never saw it coming. He was pulled out of his office one day, and interrogated. The aurors were relentless and he gave nothing away, at first. When he was released, he returned home to discover the manor had been raided, and for the next few months, was considered a crime scene and inaccessible to the remaining members of the family. So they lingered for the next few weeks, occasionally called in for questioning. Dmitri chose not to be present for the final verdict. Once it was all over, he requested time off from work and fled to Russia to ride out the storm. His brother and cousins joined him eventually.
But since he had no interest in staying in Russia, he had to return to work. Life supposedly returned to normal but Dmitri never quite felt the same. He was angry, bitter, and depressed. He blamed the ministry, first and foremost. Then eventually his parents. He denied it. Then dropped through a period of darkness. He drank a lot, frequented pubs around the country. That's when he met Ava. She was everything he wasn't; wild, spontaneous, carefree. She made it easy for him to forget and move on. He's now the official patriarch of the Kamenev's after all, not that that means anything anymore.
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FAMILYBrother: Alek Kamenv ■ Cousin: Nadya Kamenev FRIENDS --- BEST FRIEND --- ROMANTIC INTERESTAva Catlin ENEMIES Nikolai Kamenev ■ Anastasia Kamenev ■ Sergei Kamenev ■ Ilari Kamenev
But I mostly go by Sergi with my family, and Segei with everyone else
I'm a male
I'm forty-three years old.
My birthday is June 13th, 1983
I am a home-based father
My dream job is marine explorer. I have always had a fascination with water and the life it holds
My blood status is Pure Blood
The team I was in was Team Punainen in Durmstrang
I was in the class of 2000
I'm interested in women
I'm currently with Ilari Kamenev
I may seem daring, carless and indifferent but I'm really I simply dislike having attention placed on me. I was perfectly content living in the shadow of my brother and sister and so I still am. I enjoy my moderate, personal success and I try to bottle my emotions and thoughts that stray from the strict lines of ancient conduct and expectation.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm quietly loyal. My dearest love is with my family and their wellbeing and happiness. Through years of teachings by my father and indirectly by my brother, I also know everyone’s expected place in the family and the importance of that. I take pride in the ambitions and success of my family and my children, not simply my own. I would never dare call it selfless because any other mentality is simply selfish.
My background story is perhaps mundane, perhaps expected. Just as my brother and sister, I was taught the same things by my parents. The same values, expectations and distributed responsibilities were put on me and I happily carried them. Their weight became familiar and enjoyable – lack of it felt wrong and too much of it felt dangerous. I did what I was told, rarely raising trouble or question. Took orders, completed tasks and prepared for life. I attended school and achieved the grades needed for the standing my family wanted, and when I was offered a bride I found myself with a new interest. Before my parents mentioned that a deal had already been struck with the family of my new fiancée, I had never truly considered women. Perhaps it is because our arrangement came very early, or became I bloomed late, but very quickly Ilari became the only woman I could think of. We never became acquainted properly until our wedding day: a combination of lack of time, chance and familial expectation. But the glances I managed to catch of her and the whispers I heard regarding her even in her greatest attempts to keep from me, I felt love growing. What drew me most was he spirit, her rebellion against her family’s wishes and her spite for their rules did not flare a hatred for the same thing in me, but a respect for her. I found it fascinating that she continued to have such fire even when she was continually put down. As such, I was more than eager to marry her and see closer what it is that I could so curious. By that time, however, the fire had finally gone and I was left confused. IN that confusion I great closed off to her, feeling strange, and we never great too close. At the birth of our first child, though, that began to change. By the second child we found ourselves nearly in love, and everything shattered again when our Misha disappeared. Killed and disposed of and our hearts wept for the child. My wife’s love for her other children quickly withered, and whatever shreds of affection for me she possibly had also died. In the first year of her depression I let her be, no longer trying to find a way back to her. I retired from my job and returned home permanently, not daring to have my children left with no parent.
I enjoy sunshine, mist over English hills, marine life, Magical Law, spirit
I despise my wife’s depression, the loss of Misha, anger without a cause, family feuds, tall trees
I'm afraid of what my wife might be thinking in her state
My strengths are my obedience to what is expected of me and what I expect of myself
My flaws are bottling my emotions – be it grief or passion or curiosity
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Astronomy, E Charms, E Dark Arts, E Herbology, E History of Magic, O Potions, O Transfigurations, E
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were: Charms, O Herbology, O Dark Arts, E History of Magic, O Potions, O Transfigurations, O
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! Played by Pale Mist
Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:23 am
Ilari Kamenev [NPC. Azkaban Prisoner]
Hi, my name is Lady Ilari Kamenev nee Aleksov
I'm a House Wife
I'm forty-eight years old.
My birthday is September 16, 1982
I am an Azkaban Inmate
My dream job is exactly what I am a trophy wife and mother
My blood status is Purest of Blood
The team I was in was Team Punainen in Durmstrang
I was in the class of 1999
I'm interested in men
I'm currently with Sergei Ivano Kamenev
I may seem bold, ambitious, bright and ostentatious but I'm really clever and selfish. I love to be the certain of attention; I’ll flaunt my charm, charisma, my intellect and cunning to seduce what and who I want. I’ve never taken no for an answer, and I’ll never start now. I’m quite overprotective of my children, my family—anything that I’ve claimed as mine—and I’ll use everything to keep what’s mine. Obviously, I’m possessive, but I’m also loyal, and obedient; I much rather maneuver behind the scenes in the shadows when it comes to unpleasantries, but, I promise, I will always have the sweetest smile while stabbing you in the back. But deep down, I'm a very submissive person, very loyal and subservient to those that have earned that respect in my eyes.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm cocky, flamboyant, and oh so proud. I express myself eloquently, and have no qualms unlashing my tongue on the unsuspecting, as long as they’re the deserving. They say I have an affinity for riddles, games, and mischief, and I suppose it’s true, but I’ll never admit it to a soul. I’ve heard them whisper about me, they think I’m crazy now, a loon, a nutter like my sister-in-law… and maybe they’re right?
My background story is one of constant chastising. My mother and father were born in Blackpool, we were of a pureblood elitist, but a much lesser known class than other wizarding families. Still, my mother and father wanted the best for me, and had arranged a marriage with Sergei Kamenev when we were young. I never invested much interest in getting to know Sergei while in Durmstrang, I was, after all, in the year before him. I invested my efforts in my studies and excelled in my classes easily, it was ridiculous really, how simply it all came to me. My mother and father, I remember, would dictate lessons of etiquette and class, and I fussed and argued and squirmed and fought. They fought just as harder.
Every year, my parents grew stricter, and I grew wilder, it wasn’t until my mother and I had gotten into a bloody brawl that I’d conceded. Something broke inside of me that day, I can still hear her words ringing in my mind ”you’re my daughter, you’ll day as I say, when I say! You’ll marry as I say and you’ll be sold as I say so! Or so help me rebenok; YA ub'yu tebya!” From then on, I’d obeyed my mother and my father, I’d kept to my traditions, and I live to see my duties through.
When I married Sergei, I was glad only to be rid of my parents. Soon, I became pregnant with our first child, a little girl, Nadya. She was a beautiful little baby girl, and I raised her just as my mother rose me. I was strict with her from a young age; I didn’t even want to give her the chance of thought for a rebellion. But still, I needed a male heir. It hadn’t happened as quickly as I hoped, but several years later I had my second child, Vladimir. He had always been a little angel, I never had to worry with him when he was with a child. A few short years later, I was pregnant once again with another beautiful baby boy, Misha. He was a special child, he was very astute with numbers, facts and figures, but the poor boy simply couldn’t understand simple meanings and ideals and concepts. He was difficult to raise, and I, at one point, felt guilty spending so much time with him and neglecting my other children to cater to Misha.
Disaster struck, and I died inside. A part of me was gone, ripped from my heart. My poor baby boy, Misha, had disappeared. A tragedy had stolen him from me. He went missing, and for weeks, months, we searched, and I never gave up hope. I never slept, I hardly ate, I pursued on the hunt for my child and I would not rest until he was back in my arms once again. And then one day, I’d received an owl from the ministry…. The body of Misha had been found, abandoned, in smoldering remains of a burnt down building. I cried, and cried. I secluded myself to my personal bedchambers, and refused anyone entry save for Sergei, whom, even he would be force away. I fought, I cursed the gods, I blamed Sergei, I blamed him for not being there. I blamed myself for not having been there. My grief consumes me, and I cannot bear to even see the sight of my own children, because I always see the face of my dear Misha in their features. Even two years later, I’ve barely moved on.
I enjoy the sound of rain, shadows, the smell of an old book, and silence
I despise being reminded of what I’ve lost, the happiness of other families, the cruelty and injustice of the world
I'm afraid of the truth of Misha’s disappearance and death
My strengths are my perseverance and headstrong ambition
My wand is a 11 ¼ Ash, Dragon heartstring, very rigid
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Astronomy, E Charms, O Defense Against Dark Arts, O Herbology, E History of Magic, E Potions, A Transfigurations, E Art, E Cooking With Magic, O Music, E
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were: Charms, O Herbology, E History of Magic, A Potions, O Transfigurations, E Art, O Cooking With Magic, O Music, O
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you!
My dream job had to be a singer, or an actress, but I was young, and I could never picture myself doing such now
My blood status is pure
The school I had gone to was Durmstrang
The house I was in was Musta
I was in the class of 2022
I'm interested in pureblood men
I'm currently single
I may seem reserved, patient, and humbly loyal but I'm afraid it’s really all true. I’m soft spoken, and self-assured, I’d never truly fallen in to succumb of other teenagers my age. I was never very social, in truth. I wasn’t all too studious, either. Truth be told, my head was always in the clouds and always in a distant world far from here. I’m imaginative and creative and keen to detail and class. But I’m also very versatile, I’ve learned to evolve with the surroundings around me, keen on the intent and characteristic of my peers around me to always blend in when need to.
My background story is all my own, I suppose. My mother and father were proud of me, and any and all that I had accomplished. They’d kept a stern and guided hand over me, urged me into my duties as a young noblewoman and the class and etiquette I was to instill in life. She was very keen to always remind me of my mask; the very same that any noble born lady should. That it’s one of my most powerful weapons, and I was happy; I greedily welcomed any affection or attention because it wasn’t long until mother became pregnant with my brother, Vladimir. I remember the moment my parents had discovered that the baby was in fact a little boy, well; I felt a pang of jealousy inside of me. Of course, it hadn’t taken long for my father to quell that from the start because as soon as Vlad had been born, I was reminded every day that I was still their little girl.
Vlad and I had been adventurous little children. While we hadn’t tended to our lessons and duties, we’d spend our days romping the world in our backyard, no stone was left unturned. We had gotten along well with the neighbor children, and had all feverishly explored our petite depth of magical ability. Everything had been perfect, and soon, mum was pregnant again and she and da’ had been happier than I’d ever seen them before…
I wish I could go back to those days. Our lives changed a little, not drastically, but, it was the start. Misha was different. He didn’t like to be touched, and he wasn’t particularly well at speaking either, it always sounded like gibberish, but mum and da’ could always understand him. I almost could, but Vlad couldn’t at all, no one else could. It was speculated that Misha had been mute, but he wasn't, he cried all the time, yelled and screamed. He just wouldn't talk. Doctors advised us that sign language would be best until he would grow out of it. He didn’t understand things well, and for a long time, I never really knew why… When Misha was around three, however, everything did change. Vlad and I had been with Uncle Nikolai and Aunt Anastasia for the weekend. Mum and Misha had stayed home. I knew something was wrong when Uncle Nikolai left so suddenly, but it wasn’t the next day that I’d seen mum and da. I’d never seen them so depressed. I cried. I was only thirteen, and I couldn’t understand why Misha was gone. Vlad had had it the worst, even though he couldn’t understand anything Misha said; he’d been his favorite.
It was hard growing up after that. Mother never left her room, and even worse, I had to go back to school the next year. I didn’t want to go to Durmstrang, I didn’t want to see the other kids, or play with them or talk to them. But I had always been such an introvert no one had thought anything of it. I suppose, slowly, the pain of having lost my baby brother began to fade. But it’s hard, knowing what it turned my mother into.
I had always been privy to the family secrets, Anastasia entrusted them with me while Nikolai was too paranoid. He never told the boys'. I knew what they were doing to the Aldred family, I was the one who spied on them. Dmitri spied too, but he never knew why. Their mother knew too much and my uncle was paranoid, he wanted to know what she knew. It's what cursed him in the end. The Rich, the Burke, and the Nott family all had access to a dark relic, one that used to belong to our family until it was stolen. Instead of stealing it back, the ministry got their hands on it, my entire family was imprisoned and our ancestral homes were raided and ripped apart in search for more evidence. They took everything.
I enjoy tea, morning fog, snowy mountain peaks, and teen witch magazines
I despise essay writing of any kind, bugs, but mostly spiders, speeches in front of crowds, and well, mostly anything to do with a large crowd
I'm afraid of being in the spotlight
My strengths are sign language and reading peoples lips
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Astronomy, P Dark Arts, E Charms, E Healing, O Herbology, A History of Magic, P Potions, E Transfigurations, O Wizard Law, P
My N.E.W.T Scores Were: Dark Arts, E Charms, O Herbology, E Healing, O Potions, E Transfigurations, E
Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:26 am
Vladimir Lyov Kamenev [NPC, Moved to Russia]
Hi, my name is Vladimir Lyov Kamenev
But I mostly go by Vlad
I'm a young man,
I'm 19 years old.
My birthday is August 22
I am unemployed
My dream job has to be a comedian
My blood status is pure, of course!
The school I had attended was Durmstrang
The house I was sorted in was Musta
I am in Class of 2027
I'm interested in the ladies
I'm currently single
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm an adventurer. I try to be a comic, and I’d like to think I’m bloody hilarious, but my sister just says I’m a loon. She’s the nutter though, she’s got no sense of humor. I try to take the optimistic route, but it can be hard sometimes. My family all say that I’m moody, that my emotions are drastic and I can go from amiable to depressed in minutes—and it can last for days. Over the years, I’ve learned to dial back my aggression and reckless humor. Sometimes, I don’t always exactly know when to stop. When I run out of material for my jokes, I usually end up spying on my sister or my cousins to figure out the best course for a new joke—usually at the expense of their sanity and my safety. It’s not hard, my small and sinewy figure makes it easy for me to sneak up on people and listen in on them. And, most people never think twice about me—but my sister’s definitely learned by now.
My background story is best left forgotten. It started out normally enough, though, and for that, I can’t complain at all. I was well off, happily praised and cherished by both my mother and father. I was directed in the proper teachings, of ancestral history and familial duties. I was aided in the traits I lacked in which would better further my position as their second born and son. I was keen to remember, but I can’t pretend I was always interested. In those times, my mother had known how to bait me in though, with a new wizarding comic book or an entire day at the carnival.
I was only three years older than Misha, but I’d always felt so much older. He was special, he didn’t like new people and everything he said just sounded like baby talk. Misha loved to play outside, he didn’t like to be touched by most people, but he would always grab me and drag me around and chase the frogs and lizards and butterflies that played outside. He loved to swing, too. I was only seven when he disappeared, and he was just five…. It took three years, it felt like an eternity, before we’d ever found out what had happened to him. All I know is that he’s dead now, and that he’s in a better place. I don’t like to admit it, but I cried for days, maybe it was weeks? I’m not really sure. It was my da’ that had helped me through it because mum, well, I don’t think she’ll ever be okay. I’ve tried not to let it hinder my life, my father’s right. Misha would want me to be happy, so I will, and I’ll make Nadya and mum happy too, no matter what.
It’s been two years since then, and it’s hard to believe that things are almost starting to get back to normal. I don’t ever see much of mum though; I hope she’ll be okay. For now, I do what I can for the good of my family.
I enjoy hikes in the wilderness, over exaggerating, antiquities, comic books and collector’s items
I despise humorless sods, grandfather clocks, cigarette smoke, and skunks….
My wand is a 14¼” Walnut, Fox Fur, surprisingly supple
My O.W.L. Scores: Astronomy- A Charms- E Dark Arts- E History of Magic- A Potions- A Transfigurations- O Care of Magical Creatures- E Cursebreaking- E Ghost and Ghoul Studies- O Martial Magic - A Mythology- A Wandless Magic- O Wizard Law- E
My N.E.W.T Scores Astronomy- E Charms- O Dark Arts- E History of Magic- E Potions- E Transfigurations- O Care of Magical Creatures- E Cursebreaking- A Ghost and Ghoul Studies- O Wandless Magic- E
I was 8 when I died, but I would be turning 17 years old this year...
My birthday is January 21
I am dead
My dream job had once been to be a hippogriff breeder
My blood status was of the purest
The school I would have gone to was Durmstrang
I was interested in playing with animals, not people, and I always thought girls had cooties ever since Vlad told me
I'm currently too young to really understand…
I may have seemed quiet, shy, and reserved, they always used to say I was obsessive and special but I was really sensitive. I didn’t like the thought of being confined, and I didn’t like to be touched or approached differently. Hm, maybe I was a little obsessive… I was neat, and I hated it when things were out of place, or when people touched my things. If anything was ever out of place, I would know, and I would yell, and I would scream. I can’t stand it when things aren’t where they’re supposed to be, I don’t like change. I am emotional, and it makes it hard for me to understand things. I used to get angry when people I didn’t know would hug me, and I never bite back a snarky remark or push or yell if they did. All the same, I was bloody brilliant at calculations. I used to love to solve puzzles. I was always bloody wicked at things like that and I never liked to sit still.
My background story will be just a distant memory. Mum and da’ loved me, I always felt safest with them. Nadya and Vlad were always fun, they always played with me when I wanted. Nadya was always a little shy, or hesitant, like she was scared she would hurt me—that’s why I liked Vlad better. Really, I was always scared that I would hurt them. My magic was unruly and wild. I had a knack for earthquakes, heheh.
I don’t really remember what happened the day that I went missing. I snuck outside when mum had been cooking because I wanted to play with the neighbor’s kneazle. Then a woman who said she was my aunt had found me and said I needed to go home. I don’t remember where she took me, but I got to play a lot of games, and I got to run around and play outside all day, eat candy and junk food. But I started to miss mommy and daddy and I cried, and then, I would… fall asleep… Every time I tried to talk to my auntie, she had a hard time understanding, which is funny, because I think everyone else sounds funny. Auntie always told me to be patient, and one day, mommy and daddy would come see me again.
And then, one day, a big bright red light broke through the door. Auntie was hit with a green light, she fell to the floor and I thought she was asleep. Next thing I knew, the green light was coming for me and then I fell asleep too and just… never woke up.
I enjoyed stuffed teddy bears, playing the neighbors kneazle, catching fireflies, and rolling down grassy hills
I despised messiness, cold water, meanness against our house elf, and broken things
