Post by ALEXANDER KOLTEN BARTHOLOMEW on Mar 28, 2014 0:56:42 GMT -5
alexander 'xander' kolten bartholomew
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AGE: One hundred and thirty-two ; nineteen at turn. (born-1894)
FACE CLAIM: Oh darling.. that is Nathaniel Buzolic... mmmm
YEAR: N/A
HOUSE: N/A for non-Hogwarts students
OCCUPATION: Magical Architecture Historian and Architect (Currently on a surveillance of the magical homes of Godrick's Hollow and the Walls of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade and The Alleys) --So maybe under the Historian section of Independent jobs make something like... Magical Architectural Properties?? but yeah.. he is also slightly evil so... He will be after the History of Magic Job at the school. @daysi
BLOOD TYPE: Pureblood
WAND TYPE: 13'' - Veela Hair - Bourbon Oakwood
PETS: a Phoenix named Piero (Piero is also His birth name... more in the rest of the app.
ABILITIES: Well.. He was turned into a vampire at nineteen from none other than Katalina, his arranged marriage bride that... really took a bite out of him. Also born a quarter Veela thanks to his father. Nonverbal and Wandless magic as well.
freestyle
This has mention to the following character:
@angie1
Ahh.. So you want to know about this wonderful little cretin, eh? Well.. He is a curious fellow, isn't he? I mean.. He's honest, blunt, and almost cynically evil.. But just look at him. From a distance, he seems really sweet, kind, and even decent. Odd how that works, isn't it?
Well.. He was born, Piero Giovanni Aeorditoret (Eh ore' dih toh reh) to a pureblood Italian family. Only be moved to Spain at the age of three. He grew up as the youngest and only son of Fiero and Elphie Aeorditoret. His older sisters Julianna and Mointionna are like the FenFen twins.. or.. were.. *evil chuckle* We can get to the were part later, but they certainly were spoiled little brats of Italian beauty. A whopping thirteen years older than Xander, they hit the streets as beauties. They were in shows and invited to high class and royal parties. They were complete snobs, spoiled by there father. He was a famed dragon trainer in the Wizarding world, and a very strong political power. Their mother, well.. she was always behind her husband, and on her back for his friends.
So, as far as his home life went, it was pretty easier for him. By the time he was fifteen he could speak Italian, Latin, French, and Spanish. Very fluent in a few different fighting styles, and fairly athletic as well. His father, though, turned him cold. He was forced into going to Durmstrang, forced into their harsh defensive/offensive curriculum, and made to study all year round. His sisters, however, were given everything they ever wanted.
Once he reached of age to form his own ideas and thoughts, he was still oppressed by his father. His mother never had time for him, so he barely got a relationship with her. But his father, oh yes... He was certainly the reason Xander did what he did...
Just months after his nineteenth birthday, dawning upon his forced engagement, he took out his anger... on his sisters... I don't want to go into detail too much.. but.. Lets just say, the images of the two were far worse than any kind of slaughter in that era. He basically butchered them.
Dear old mom and dad took this with a grain of salt, and a lot better than anyone. Of course, his father punished him behind closed doors, and his mother wept silently. They decided to go public with a tale of the two being shipped off to England to pursue a life long career together in theater. No one questioned it, and life seem to go on for the next few months just fine. He was... the only child. He wasn't doted on, but things certainly changed. He got the... fear.. he thought he deserved.
As a pureblood and in the season of tradition, he would also be forced to wed a dame of his parents' choice. Of course, he forced his parents to chose the wonderful beauty, Katalina. Her family was involved in the Spanish magical upper class, and so there was a lot of acquaintance with them. Of course, he had a fair number of choices, but she had beauty beyond that of anyone he had ever met.
His darker and more temperamental side showed more and more as the time grew closer, and he found she was less than satisfied with her groom to be. She seemed to be against the whole thing, and an outburst of his own violence sealed her runaway. It wasn't out on her at all, but it certainly discerned her from him. He hit his mother to the ground, laughed, and proceeded to call her unimaginable things. Of course, this was after he walked in on her and some man. He looked slightly familiar, and it was only days before his wedding. He hit her, pushed her down, and looked to the man--casting the killing curse.
That was... more than shocking for the delicate and sweet Katalina De La Vega. Of course, a cover up by his mother was a necessity. She couldn't let her husband find out, and he certainly didn't need the ministry marching in and taking her son off to Azkaban. The scandalous matters would seem unfit for Fiero, Xander's father. There would be a cover up to the muggle side of life, and things would just put him in a bad place. He was attempting to rise to a place of power so that he could maintain the balance for the ministry. He never did reach that point though. An untimely death and what not.
As the day approached, he was more than happy to be taking her hand in marriage. On that day, his mother... his father... their friends.. and of course.. I was there. sitting in the back, but there nonetheless.
He stood there, full of a dark excitement and an estranged tension. He clasped his hands together and apart and over and over again. He didn't have anyone with him. He stared at the end of the aisle, waiting for her to come through the gap.. She wouldn't though..
He never cried. He screamed though, oh boy was he extremely angry. That night passes.
Things were learned, time went for a few days. Her burial was quick, the recession went fast, and he stood there. Over her freshly dug grave, mocking her indiscretion. She had killed herself, and allowed an animal to eat at her. Her death was meant to get at him, or so he believed. His thoughts were so that she committed suicide to avoid marrying him. In my opinion, it was her best way out. He is a bit vile.
His mockery and fun over her death would soon end. Though, I stayed back just to watch, only hoping that she would not rip me apart as well. She came roaring from the ground like a vicious beast, and ripped his through out. I knew... oh did I know.. but no one ever listened to me. Why would they?
I watched her scamper off and I knew what was going to happen to the boy. I looked him over to make sure. Of course.. I knew, so I left him there. I went on my way, told the family at home good night, and I dismissed my services. I was away for a few days, watching from a distance.
His darkness consumed him. He had turned into the thing that he has always so resembled---a vampire.
only nineteen years old, graduated from Durmstrang with honor in Offensive magic, potions, and of course, physical magical combative strategy. It didn't help his anger issues or is almost elitist views. He could care less the people he spoke to of their blood purity, but he would only drink pure magic blood, if he could help it.
Anyway.. He made it home later that morning.. Early.. it was probably.. 4 am. I took time to keep an eye on him closely, but it didn't matter, I couldn't be seen so I couldn't stop him. He slaughtered his parents in their sleep. No one could hid the screams and this was no silent fix. He fled the country, while his parents were investigated. Things came up of course, and the bodies of the twins were found in the family courtyard.
Enough about that.. The ministry did some cover ups and the whole thing was all blah blah... and beyond his slaughtering his parents, that doesn't really matter. But I followed....
I followed him. From Spain back to Italy. There, he scoped out his family. The pureblood lines were interesting and he decided to take pray on some of them. Of course, he would fix this hunger issue. He knew he had to curve a few things so he wouldn't just tear into random people when he got the urge, and he found a rare quality at such a young vampiric age. Only a year in, and he had a control over his hunger... Something I didn't learn for many years.
I know you all were wondering.. but yes, I'm a vampire.
Enough of that. He didn't kill or turn any of his ancestry, but he took blood and continued on. I followed him all the way to the stretched of Asia.. He was trying to find his way. He wouldn't be running low on any kind of funds, anything he needed he would sneak in and take. In Asia, he met a lady.. someone that reminded him of his lovely bride to be from years ago. It had been fifteen years or so, and he could never forget her.
With this one, he wouldn't be letting her go. Oh he couldn't let that happen again.. The little prince turned her, hoping she would go with him willingly. He only released a blood hungry and villainous dame on the world. She never learned to control her urges, and I had to... taker her out.
From Asia, he went somewhere he would spend most of his years. He came back to his family Manor in Spain and came through the upper window. He went through the house. Everything was cleaned, but remained the same. They were preparing an estate sale? After twenty-five years of no one claiming anything and everything being cleaned and refined to the valuables, he found the house to be just like it had always been. Stiff and clean. Not like his parents ever played a part in that.. That was me.. and the other help.
On to other things, though. He swept through the house taking the most valuable of his mother's jewelery, a suit or two of his fathers, and any money lying around. Not much, but there was a lock box of his father's he broke into. Of course, he grabbed their wands, all of their wands. To this day, he still has all four of them.
He bound his way on to ENGLAND. There he saw the sights. It must have been.. 1956-57 heading into a wonderful life. He settled down, alone, in a London partment. Top scale condo where he could see the whole city. He spent a few years there learning all he could about the common way of life. Time went of there for about ten years and he noticed things start to advance.
To these advancements, he developed to them a lot better than I. He changed his name to Alexander Kolten Bartholomew. Just to get away from his own family, but he couldn't hold that away forever. He also caught a bit of an English accent with his way about the culture.
He took a large interest in the architectural side of life and decided to finagle his way into a job high up in an Architectural firm. He learned the ins and outs as he went, hitting the local library and reading all he could. He never had an eye for it before then, and he really took a strong interest. In late 1990s, he brought his talent in the matter to the magical world. He learned all he could on the magical architecture of that world. What kind of properties certain things held and how to put them together.
All this wasn't without his dark side, though. He killed to get where he was. Took people out who were necessary and in his way. He made his way to the Ministry, and for the first time in his life asked for something. Good thing too.... I was getting tired of trying to look out for the boy.
He asked for the possibility to do research on his own accord of the magical properties of the buildings of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and the Alleys. Once moved back to the Euro-area and magic side of things, he adopted a Phoenix and gave him his birth name.
Once his final position was brought to the Ministry, my will was also read out. Yes.. If you are reading this now.. This Butler, Driver, Educational Tutor, Guide to Xander, and Vampire is dead... leaving my home in a far reach of Spain, Prosperio Manor, and all it's mountainous glory. I only hope he lives there and does succeed in his endeavors. I also hope he turns astray from his dark and evil ways...
To Whom This May Concern,
Giovanni Prosperio.
---Some needed details.
He enjoys muggle sports.
He has strayed from his elitest ways, minus blood drinking.
He has no living family.
He has no wife or spouse of any kind.
Dylan has made a straight character!
He is quite evil and once around the Hogwarts area, he wants to go after the History of Magic position at Hogwarts.
He makes money by contracting the building of magical homes.
He does live in Spain in the Prosperio Manor.
--The whole hogwarts thing needs to be approved by a staff member. I didn't know how else I wanted that to go about.--
@angie1
Ahh.. So you want to know about this wonderful little cretin, eh? Well.. He is a curious fellow, isn't he? I mean.. He's honest, blunt, and almost cynically evil.. But just look at him. From a distance, he seems really sweet, kind, and even decent. Odd how that works, isn't it?
Well.. He was born, Piero Giovanni Aeorditoret (Eh ore' dih toh reh) to a pureblood Italian family. Only be moved to Spain at the age of three. He grew up as the youngest and only son of Fiero and Elphie Aeorditoret. His older sisters Julianna and Mointionna are like the FenFen twins.. or.. were.. *evil chuckle* We can get to the were part later, but they certainly were spoiled little brats of Italian beauty. A whopping thirteen years older than Xander, they hit the streets as beauties. They were in shows and invited to high class and royal parties. They were complete snobs, spoiled by there father. He was a famed dragon trainer in the Wizarding world, and a very strong political power. Their mother, well.. she was always behind her husband, and on her back for his friends.
So, as far as his home life went, it was pretty easier for him. By the time he was fifteen he could speak Italian, Latin, French, and Spanish. Very fluent in a few different fighting styles, and fairly athletic as well. His father, though, turned him cold. He was forced into going to Durmstrang, forced into their harsh defensive/offensive curriculum, and made to study all year round. His sisters, however, were given everything they ever wanted.
Once he reached of age to form his own ideas and thoughts, he was still oppressed by his father. His mother never had time for him, so he barely got a relationship with her. But his father, oh yes... He was certainly the reason Xander did what he did...
Just months after his nineteenth birthday, dawning upon his forced engagement, he took out his anger... on his sisters... I don't want to go into detail too much.. but.. Lets just say, the images of the two were far worse than any kind of slaughter in that era. He basically butchered them.
Dear old mom and dad took this with a grain of salt, and a lot better than anyone. Of course, his father punished him behind closed doors, and his mother wept silently. They decided to go public with a tale of the two being shipped off to England to pursue a life long career together in theater. No one questioned it, and life seem to go on for the next few months just fine. He was... the only child. He wasn't doted on, but things certainly changed. He got the... fear.. he thought he deserved.
As a pureblood and in the season of tradition, he would also be forced to wed a dame of his parents' choice. Of course, he forced his parents to chose the wonderful beauty, Katalina. Her family was involved in the Spanish magical upper class, and so there was a lot of acquaintance with them. Of course, he had a fair number of choices, but she had beauty beyond that of anyone he had ever met.
His darker and more temperamental side showed more and more as the time grew closer, and he found she was less than satisfied with her groom to be. She seemed to be against the whole thing, and an outburst of his own violence sealed her runaway. It wasn't out on her at all, but it certainly discerned her from him. He hit his mother to the ground, laughed, and proceeded to call her unimaginable things. Of course, this was after he walked in on her and some man. He looked slightly familiar, and it was only days before his wedding. He hit her, pushed her down, and looked to the man--casting the killing curse.
That was... more than shocking for the delicate and sweet Katalina De La Vega. Of course, a cover up by his mother was a necessity. She couldn't let her husband find out, and he certainly didn't need the ministry marching in and taking her son off to Azkaban. The scandalous matters would seem unfit for Fiero, Xander's father. There would be a cover up to the muggle side of life, and things would just put him in a bad place. He was attempting to rise to a place of power so that he could maintain the balance for the ministry. He never did reach that point though. An untimely death and what not.
As the day approached, he was more than happy to be taking her hand in marriage. On that day, his mother... his father... their friends.. and of course.. I was there. sitting in the back, but there nonetheless.
He stood there, full of a dark excitement and an estranged tension. He clasped his hands together and apart and over and over again. He didn't have anyone with him. He stared at the end of the aisle, waiting for her to come through the gap.. She wouldn't though..
He never cried. He screamed though, oh boy was he extremely angry. That night passes.
Things were learned, time went for a few days. Her burial was quick, the recession went fast, and he stood there. Over her freshly dug grave, mocking her indiscretion. She had killed herself, and allowed an animal to eat at her. Her death was meant to get at him, or so he believed. His thoughts were so that she committed suicide to avoid marrying him. In my opinion, it was her best way out. He is a bit vile.
His mockery and fun over her death would soon end. Though, I stayed back just to watch, only hoping that she would not rip me apart as well. She came roaring from the ground like a vicious beast, and ripped his through out. I knew... oh did I know.. but no one ever listened to me. Why would they?
I watched her scamper off and I knew what was going to happen to the boy. I looked him over to make sure. Of course.. I knew, so I left him there. I went on my way, told the family at home good night, and I dismissed my services. I was away for a few days, watching from a distance.
His darkness consumed him. He had turned into the thing that he has always so resembled---a vampire.
only nineteen years old, graduated from Durmstrang with honor in Offensive magic, potions, and of course, physical magical combative strategy. It didn't help his anger issues or is almost elitist views. He could care less the people he spoke to of their blood purity, but he would only drink pure magic blood, if he could help it.
Anyway.. He made it home later that morning.. Early.. it was probably.. 4 am. I took time to keep an eye on him closely, but it didn't matter, I couldn't be seen so I couldn't stop him. He slaughtered his parents in their sleep. No one could hid the screams and this was no silent fix. He fled the country, while his parents were investigated. Things came up of course, and the bodies of the twins were found in the family courtyard.
Enough about that.. The ministry did some cover ups and the whole thing was all blah blah... and beyond his slaughtering his parents, that doesn't really matter. But I followed....
I followed him. From Spain back to Italy. There, he scoped out his family. The pureblood lines were interesting and he decided to take pray on some of them. Of course, he would fix this hunger issue. He knew he had to curve a few things so he wouldn't just tear into random people when he got the urge, and he found a rare quality at such a young vampiric age. Only a year in, and he had a control over his hunger... Something I didn't learn for many years.
I know you all were wondering.. but yes, I'm a vampire.
Enough of that. He didn't kill or turn any of his ancestry, but he took blood and continued on. I followed him all the way to the stretched of Asia.. He was trying to find his way. He wouldn't be running low on any kind of funds, anything he needed he would sneak in and take. In Asia, he met a lady.. someone that reminded him of his lovely bride to be from years ago. It had been fifteen years or so, and he could never forget her.
With this one, he wouldn't be letting her go. Oh he couldn't let that happen again.. The little prince turned her, hoping she would go with him willingly. He only released a blood hungry and villainous dame on the world. She never learned to control her urges, and I had to... taker her out.
From Asia, he went somewhere he would spend most of his years. He came back to his family Manor in Spain and came through the upper window. He went through the house. Everything was cleaned, but remained the same. They were preparing an estate sale? After twenty-five years of no one claiming anything and everything being cleaned and refined to the valuables, he found the house to be just like it had always been. Stiff and clean. Not like his parents ever played a part in that.. That was me.. and the other help.
On to other things, though. He swept through the house taking the most valuable of his mother's jewelery, a suit or two of his fathers, and any money lying around. Not much, but there was a lock box of his father's he broke into. Of course, he grabbed their wands, all of their wands. To this day, he still has all four of them.
He bound his way on to ENGLAND. There he saw the sights. It must have been.. 1956-57 heading into a wonderful life. He settled down, alone, in a London partment. Top scale condo where he could see the whole city. He spent a few years there learning all he could about the common way of life. Time went of there for about ten years and he noticed things start to advance.
To these advancements, he developed to them a lot better than I. He changed his name to Alexander Kolten Bartholomew. Just to get away from his own family, but he couldn't hold that away forever. He also caught a bit of an English accent with his way about the culture.
He took a large interest in the architectural side of life and decided to finagle his way into a job high up in an Architectural firm. He learned the ins and outs as he went, hitting the local library and reading all he could. He never had an eye for it before then, and he really took a strong interest. In late 1990s, he brought his talent in the matter to the magical world. He learned all he could on the magical architecture of that world. What kind of properties certain things held and how to put them together.
All this wasn't without his dark side, though. He killed to get where he was. Took people out who were necessary and in his way. He made his way to the Ministry, and for the first time in his life asked for something. Good thing too.... I was getting tired of trying to look out for the boy.
He asked for the possibility to do research on his own accord of the magical properties of the buildings of Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and the Alleys. Once moved back to the Euro-area and magic side of things, he adopted a Phoenix and gave him his birth name.
Once his final position was brought to the Ministry, my will was also read out. Yes.. If you are reading this now.. This Butler, Driver, Educational Tutor, Guide to Xander, and Vampire is dead... leaving my home in a far reach of Spain, Prosperio Manor, and all it's mountainous glory. I only hope he lives there and does succeed in his endeavors. I also hope he turns astray from his dark and evil ways...
To Whom This May Concern,
Giovanni Prosperio.
---Some needed details.
He enjoys muggle sports.
He has strayed from his elitest ways, minus blood drinking.
He has no living family.
He has no wife or spouse of any kind.
Dylan has made a straight character!
He is quite evil and once around the Hogwarts area, he wants to go after the History of Magic position at Hogwarts.
He makes money by contracting the building of magical homes.
He does live in Spain in the Prosperio Manor.
--The whole hogwarts thing needs to be approved by a staff member. I didn't know how else I wanted that to go about.--
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