Post by VIKTOR NIKOLA ROUSSEAU on Sept 17, 2014 4:26:18 GMT -5
 VIKTOR NIKOLA ROUSSEAU twenty-seven pureblood Improper Use of Magic Officer 10 3/4", Dragon Heartstring, Oak BIRTHDAY: 27; February 25, 1997 PATRONUS: A fox ABILITIES: Wandless and Non-Verbal Magic Viktor Rousseau was born to Forques and Veronica Rousseau in the late winter of 1997 as the oldest son. Viktor was the young boy who was always taught how to behave and who he was going to be. From the time he could speak, he would share the memories with his father teaching him who he was going to be one day. How he was going to work well into the family business, politics. Viktor honestly had no idea what his father spoke of much of the time. He was just a young child with young ears who had much to learn. But he was taught to be a dangerous person, he was taught to use his ambitions for his gains, to become someone who his father would be proud of. Viktor was taught who to be, how to behave and had most of his hope rested upon him. But Viktor is six and a half years older than his brother, Leonid, the second oldest. So Viktor had a lot of time to learn how to be the child who was going to follow in the family's footsteps. When Leonid had been born life had changed quite a bit for Viktor. No longer was he an only, no longer did he get undivided attention from his parents. And for a six year old it was not an easy thing to grasp. The fits that the young boy had thrown over the attention that his younger baby brother had gotten instead of him. He was so very jealous of his brother, but it didn't last long, not long after Leonid had been born Valeriya had been born and then a few years later Madeleine. Still there was a pressure on the eldest son to become who he was taught to before his siblings were born. A pressure that had never been pushed upon any of his younger siblings. Viktor had started Hogwarts before Madeleine's birth. He wasn't there when his parents brought home the youngest Rousseau. He'd been off at the castle up in Scotland where he was so very happy to be at. Sorted into Slytherin like many Rousseau's and Tchaikovsky's before him. He was able to enjoy the company of some of his cousins through his years in school, namely Mikhail, Elena and Vasilisa. They were a group of family that had someone at this school. First year had been pretty well, the eldest Rousseau had taken his classes seriously as he went through getting the best marks he could to become the best he could. It was incredibly important for what he was to become one day. He'd gotten lost a couple times in the corridors but one thing he learned about himself was that he was a lot more dangerous than anyone had expected. In the years at Hogwarts, Viktor had learned to cut people with his words, knock them back, and he wasn't afraid to get physical either. He wasn't afraid to hurt someone who was in his way. So many nights were spent in detention, so many people that had tried to get better marks than he and he'd taken them down. Maybe this was something that they should have worried about, but as the years flew by Viktor had a reputation, maybe one that he shouldn't have but it was simple, do not get into Viktor Rousseau's way and there would be no bad side for someone to see. O.W.L.s came quickly, fifth year, the second most stressful year at Hogwarts. This snake had spent most of this year finding ways to poke fun at some of the kids who were stressed out. The cold sense of humor that he had, but he knew he'd do fine. He'd come out with the marks he needed. There were no questions about it. Maybe it was confidence, maybe he was just full of himself, but he'd always been taught to believe this. Viktor made his way to get the marks he needed to be able to work in the ministry. To help make a difference in his life. Sixth year was the year when his younger brother Leonid would join him at school, a brother that would have to make a name for himself after Viktor had managed to give a very different name for the family within the walls of the castle. During his older years there were less things that Viktor had gone to detention for. He'd learned to hide a lot of things that he did and mostly used spells that couldn't be linked to him, words that hurt. No, Viktor had become a model student by his sixth year. He was less about being a total prude and more about being a person who was to make a difference in his own life. Seventh year, N.E.W.T.s year was the year that would set his future in motions. Coming out of it with the marks he needed soon enough he was on his way to his adult life. A life where he'd make his own money and make the Rousseau family a bit more stronger within the Ministry. Once he started at the Ministry he didn't want to follow his father's steps in the International Cooperation section, no, instead he worked on law enforcement. In fact he joined the Improper use of Magic section of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, a section that his younger cousin Cinderella would join him in when she graduated. Viktor was proud of himself of becoming who he was. He was working hard, and found that he had ambitions to hopefully become at the very least head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, if not eventually becoming Minister of Magic. For now he happily does his job and makes sure that he'll always be number one for the jobs in his family. Viktor will always be that person that he'd created in school. Now he just has to keep his cool and not lose it upon anyone. The coldness in his heart has to stay exactly there. Something that he'd learned to hide so well in Hogwarts, he realized was much harder to hide outside of the castle walls. Each day he knew that if he did anything he could land himself in a place that no one wanted to land, Azkaban. The dark cold inside his heart was pushed away something that could never be released. He tried to be that model citizen. He had become a mask on the outside. He was friendly, kind and generous, he always smiled and worked hard to be that nice person. Will he be able to keep this inside of him forever? Will it release one day onto a person most undeserving? What is the twenty-seven year old capable of the more he pushes it down? A mask, that's what this is. The nice guy, who get's along with just about everyone, no one can know what's brewing underneath. He's happy despite hiding himself, he's happy being the charming, fun loving guy who doesn't care what happens to him. But he's a can of worms ready to burst any day, month, year. hey guys, my name is JESS! and I am rocking it at 23 years old, role-playing for roughly 11 years - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the MOUNTAIN time zone, and hail from THE USA so how about that! currently my character looks just like RYAN GOSLING or so i am told! I found y'all at BABY I LIVE HERE and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as MANY OTHER CHARACTERS, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
