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Darrius Theodore Zabini
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon.
AGE: Eighteen.
FACE CLAIM: William Demps.
YEAR: Graduated.
HOUSE: Late Student of Slytherin House.
OCCUPATION: Trainee in Spell Damage Ward at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Accidents.
BLOOD TYPE: Pureblood.
WAND TYPE: 14 3/8", Doxy Wing Core, made of Cypress Wood.
PETS: Mortimer, his beloved Griffon Vulture. He refuses any other company of the non-human nature (they shed, you see).
ABILITIES: Why being devilishly handsome, of course.
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LIKES: Sipping Earl Grey, Uncanny Intuition, the Montrose Magpies, Sculpting Clay, Classical French Cuisine, Intellect, Cold Runs and Staying In Shape, People Who Can Stand Their Ground, Luxury and Extravagance, Poise and Suave, Smiling and Playing the Fool.
DISLIKES: Sandy Beaches, Dill Pickles, Simpering Women, Interpretive Dance, Muggle Fairy Tales, Americans, Indecisiveness, Lavender, People Who Can See Him For Exactly Who He is.
BIGGEST FEAR: Never Amounting to Greatness
PERSONALITY: One could correlate the taste of Darrius to the first bite of dark chocolate. Initially, it is so sweet that it rolls off the inside of your cheek and melts into your mouth. The silkiness wraps so luxuriously around your tongue, you wonder if you could ever be satisfied with just one bite. But nothing that good could stay forever. A new taste permeates your mouth. Bitterness. Harsh and acidic, it leaves you longing for that first taste. You wonder how something that decadent could leave you so completely unsatisfied. The sharpness sinks into your tastebuds and you do nothing but pray for it to leave, foolishly longing for first taste returning with an even greater richness. But it never does. You can only take another bite, washing the taste of the sour out and relishing in the sweet again.
Darrius is a man of passionate extremes. He lives on either end of the spectrum, refusing to give himself to the in between. "Leave the grey for the weak", he has been known to say. He is hungry for life and takes on the day as a warrior conquers empires.
Darrius either fiercely adores or vehemently despises, and often has an unyielding opinion. These violent mood swings can take their toll and those most close to Darrius face the brunt of it. Of course, he never means to hurt those he loves. He'll swoop in with grandiose gestures and who couldn't forgive a man who, at his core, is still so much a boy.
He has always been self assured for who he is. Confidence oozes from this man, though there is often a fine line between confidence and arrogance. Darrius believes the world only turns by great power and strength and only those who have it within themselves can wield the reins.
Darrius can come off as an elitist. He believes only the best in life is reserved for the few and he thoroughly enjoys being lavished. While he enjoys quidditch, he would rather have silky Egyptian cotton sheets and a luxury shave.
Judgmental is such a mild word to describe some of Darrius' thought process. Thank merlin he had the upbringing to not always voice these opinions. It had gotten him in trouble more than once, but he felt he had yet to be wrong. Before any interaction, Darrius would take time to observe others. He felt it helped situations if you knew exactly what the other person's motives and expectations were. This can lead to him having a misplaced air of superiority.
A true Slytherin to his core, Darrius has been known to partake in manipulations now and then. He is a fighter and will do whatever it takes to achieve what he wants, and he has the intelligence to pull it off. Sometimes this means not airing his true colors until most prudent. Like a chameleon, Darrius can fit well in most circumstances, except among Americans. He has yet to meet one that he could actually hold a conversation with. He deems their culture uncivilized and not worth his precious time.
He attempts to surround himself with other witches and wizards he believes will benefit him in some form. Everyone in life has wants and desires and he, himself, just a piece trying to move across the chess board.
Darrius is a complex man full of juxtapositions. Pick two witches off the street and both of their perceptions could be such opposites. One may describe him as "Sweet, loving, and gentle. He made her feel treasured. She'd never known such kindness." The other may say, "He is an elitist pig! Demeaning and cruel! She'd trust him about as far as she could throw him!" And both witches would be correct. He is forever loyal to his small circle, he deems worthy, and would lay down his life to protect them. Everyone else is just a means to an end.
While Darrius can be adventurous, he also is a homebody. He spends a great deal of time in front of the fireplace, reading and drinking tea. He enjoys cooking (too similar to potion-making) and has a wonderful relationship with his family. It's safe to say that Darrius has a touch of the traditional. He comes from a rich history and proud of it. How could anyone move forward if they haven't the knowledge of the past?
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MOTHER: Pansy Lucille Zabini
FATHER: Blaise Aristide Zabini
SIBLINGS: Hector Bastien Zabini and Rogue Edward Zabini
HISTORY: On the 28th of March, 2005, Pansy and Blaise Zabini were blessed with their first born. Darrius was brought into the world with as much love as their little family could give. He was brought home and utterly showered from both Pansy's family and Blaise's mother. His father was so proud, holding up his son to Draco and Theo and the myriad of friends and family. Pansy had done her duty as a pureblood wife to carry on the family name and they could rest easy knowing their future was wrapped safely away. A year later, Darius was no longer the only child. Hector was born and another year passed with the coming of Rogue. Darius was a curious child growing up. He would often be the leader of his younger brothers, taking them on all sorts of mischievous adventures. Once he began to show signs of magic, was when the mayhem really started.
Raising three boys, so similar in age, was no easy task. The boys spent a great deal of time at Nan's, while their parents were at the Ministry. Though Nan always seemed to have a soft spot for Rouge, Darrius learned his "take no prisoners" attitude from her. She would sit with Darrius on her lap, and speak fondly of her younger days. Back when she ran the world and did exactly as she pleased. Darrius grew up hearing such stories and would love when she would speak of the past, when being a Zabini meant something important. He would get wide-eyed and be in such awe as Nan would go down the family tree, even the Parkinson line (one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight). Nan would always shake her gnarled finger and say, "Never forget who you are. You're a Zabini. Don't let anyone take that away!" It never meant anything to him back then, but as he got older it continued to stay with him.
Along with his brothers, Darrius spent time with his father's friend's children, like the Malfoys and Notts. He loved going to their manors and estates. While the Zabinis were by no means middle class, their home did seem to lack a sense of grandeur the other children had. Their homes came with rich history, often riddled with dark secrets. Over the years he would hear other children complain about Ministry raids. Luckily, the Zabinis did not have to worry about those. Some would have their homes torn apart with no absolute consideration, all in the name of "Dark Objects". Darrius couldn't understand how all this was possible. Didn't the ministry know that they weren't bad people? And what was so important that they had to destroy such beautiful things and make such a fuss?
He could remember as a boy, playing at a friend's house and hearing the shouting from downstairs. With a loud bang, the Ministry workers broke down the antiquated manor doors. Immediately they began ransacking everything in sight. They opened cupboards and dumped over drawers. Flung open hidden doors and destroyed cellars. They broke priceless magical artifacts like a chiase from Morgan le Fay and other priceless artwork. One worker charged right through Darrius as if the young boy was a criminal. His father came not long after, whisking him away. When Darrius tried to question the incident, his father would not speak of it; making promises they would speak when he was older.
Darrius, ever curious, hated that he couldn't understand. So the next time he was over at Nan's, he locked himself in the family library. What he found was even more puzzling. He began, at the very young age of 9, researching the Dark Arts and the Wizarding Wars. The old tomes provided little insight, especially to the reading comprehension of a child. He decided to let the matter go until he was older.
From early on, Darrius was his father's pride and joy. He would always want to be near his father and even had a small desk set next to his father's grand oak one in the study. When Blaise would work from home, Darrius would be right next to him, sucking on sugar quills and giving important memos to his chick vulture. Mortimer was a gift from Blaise so that Darrius could do "real" office work. His father was his absolute hero. He would have done anything to please him. Darrius also had a special relationship with his mother. He would pick flowers for her and sit with her at tea. Pansy took a great time of time teaching Darrius how to be a gentleman. Being the first-born, Darrius had pressure to upkeep the family name. Often they would have long talks about everything under the sun, even as a small boy. He had always been able to comprehend more than other children his age.
His brothers were his best friends and playmates. It was quite a rare to see just one Zabini brother, without the other two stumbling nearby. They had many adventures together and would quite often raise hell. Though they had the mannerisms of pureblood children, they were still quite a hand full. Individually Darrius had separate relationships with his brothers. He would dry Rogue's tears and sneak fire whiskey with Hector. Through thick and thin, they were there for each other. But sometimes, he would pick on his brothers and get them all riled up, especially Rogue. It just seemed too easy, but no one else was ever allowed. He was their older brother. It was his right. He loved his family very much and had everything he could have ever wanted. Then one day a letter came.
It was no surprise that Darrius was placed in Slytherin. He could hear sniggers and whisperings as the hat called his house out. He was never prepared for the prejudice from other students. His first year ended up in quite a number of fights from students calling his family death-eaters, cowards or dark wizard supporters. He landed in the hospital wing and weeks of detention after savagely hexing a sixth year for calling his mother a B****H and Death-eater w***e. The sixth year, also in the hospital wing, was in a comma and blinded for the entirety of the term. Students learned very quickly not to cross Darrius. Angry, confused and ashamed he revisited the one place that held all of the secrets, the library.
Christmas that year was not a pleasant one. He and his father had their first real confrontation. Blaise couldn't understand why Darrius had been in so many altercations and Darrius couldn't understand why he hadn't joined in the Battle. Darrius angrily wiped the stubborn tears with his shirt sleeve and told his father, "Everything they said about you was true." From that point on, their relationship was never quite the same.
Darrius' second year of Hogwarts was much more enjoyable than the first. He had also made absolutely certain that no one would repeat what was said about his family in front of his younger brothers. Darrius put back on his smile, befriending most, excelling in the classroom and getting into mischief, especially with the young girls. He was made prefect his sixth-year. Received 5 "Outstandings" on his O.W.L.S, completed his N.E.W.T.S for Potions, Arithmancy, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration. He graduated Hogwarts with top marks leaving a few legends behind and a number of internships to choose from.
Attending Hogwarts, Darrius was able to use his image and charisma to his advantage. While most everyone thought they had the pretty boy pegged, he was in the library...in the restricted section.
Darrius always was a soft spot for his professors and the librarians. In between his books on Magical Secrets Through the Medieval Era and 101 Household Uses for Boomslang Skin were books like Sonnets of a Sorcerer and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts. Throughout his years of reading, Darrius had come to one conclusion; All magic was good. Only the wand-bearer may determine how the magic is used. For instance, the spell "Alohomora" can be used to unlock doors, but what if it was used to unlock another wizard's house? One could steal possessions, kidnap children or even learn valuable intelligent to topple entire politics. On the other end, "Avada Kadavra", the killing curse, was used in kindness to kill Albus Dumbledore so that he didn't die a most gruesome death. Magic is only ever a tool and only wizards can choose how to wield it.
Such was Darrius' attraction towards Dark Arts that he became most interested in the effects of the wayward hexes and curses. He applied for a position at St. Mungo's in the Spell Damage Ward, much to his families' dismay. Both his mother and father were so ingrained into the ministry, Darrius could have gotten a much more prestigious position. They were baffled as to why Darrius would want to be a healer of all things? What they couldn't understand is that Darrius was striving towards more, much more than some simple ministry worker in a broken regime. Wheels were being set in motion and the whispers were beginning to intensify. This time, he would not be his father. History was being made and sidelines were no place for Darrius.
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