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 Vitaliy Vasiliev
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Jan 7 2018, 06:47 AM   Link Quote
Name: Vitaliy Vasiliev
Age: 17
Year: Seventh
Bloodline: Pureblood
Appearance: This boy is fierce.
Personality: pride; a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, the achievements of one’s close associates, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired.

Vitaliy Vasiliev is a prideful, dignified young man in every way considered, or least that was his opinion on the matter; it’s simply how he was raised. Always be proud of where you come from, and the family utmosteing upheld is of the upmost importance. Family comes first, long before anything else. That was the lesson that had been engrained into his head by his father’s meticulous grooming of him to become the next Vasiliev heir. A historical family well-known in the Slavic regions for their pure of blood and their fortune, as well as their presumably perfect children. Viktoriya, Vitaliy and Vasilisa, the children of Valentin Vasiliev, were raised separately from one another. While the girls were taught how to be ladies, Vitaliy was educated on how to be a gentleman. It explains a lot of his present traits of persona, especially how he behaves regarding what the family has dubbed, ‘The Incident’ regarding his eldest sister. Despite being siblings, he’d say that he barely knew her, or would use the excuse that he wasn’t allowed to see her since his father knew from the beginning that she was part of the wrong sort of the wix community. Secretive is one term, and cold is the other, especially if you start putting your nose in places it most definitely does not belong. Most commonly, you’ll find him sat with a smooth smirk upon his features, one leg crossed over the other and looking down his nose at you. Vasiliev heirs are raised to believe that they were born better than everybody and they will die that way, standing on pedestals several metres above you with an air of nonchalance, since that was all they had ever known. What was the point of risking that for something as trivial as feelings or something equally as pathetic? They’d never lower themselves to non-magical levels, right?
Vitaliy himself speaks rather formally, with long words and sentences that don’t always make sense, if only just to show off his elocution and etiquette tutoring from when he was but with comes one of his major downfalls; people are his playthings, and he becomes bored rather easily. Expect him to be kind to you one day, only to rip you to pieces the next. The few people who are the exception to this trait are the ones he calls friends – this is not a label given lightly, however. Vitaliy makes acquaintances and enemies easily enough, but you have to be rather special to come close to this Russian’s heart; it’s stone cold and wrapped in steel. In fact, you could count the people he cares about on his hands, and even then, many fingers would have gone down over the years. Only after transferring to Hogwarts with his youngest sister, Vasilisa, did he start showing a weakness; she was important to him, but only because he had been warned what would happen to him and the family name if something happened to the only female heir of the Vasiliev family. His smirks hide the hurting that happens on the inside, and sharp words are reflective of the verbal treatment he received from his rather spiteful mother. Vitaliy had not always been mean-spirited and distant, though it surely grows worse with the older he gets, and the less love he has in his heart, the colder it grows, and it won’t be long before the freezing heart turns to ice. Who knew laughter could sound so spiteful?

Character Background: Vitaliy Valentinovich Vasiliev was born to Valentin Vasiliev, a Russian-wix nobleman, and his wife Elizaveta, a porcelain doll of a woman, but in all the worst ways. Being the second child yet the only male to the couple meant that he was going to be the heir to the family fortune and titles and whatever else came with it. Krasnodar was a beautiful city in the west of Russia, a place that Vitaliy could always admire from the view of their not-so modest home on the outskirts of the land. While there were certainly no restrictions of being able to leave the house as a child, he would usually have to be surrounded by his father’s men, which certainly brought enough attention from the populace. Surely enough, watching a child run around with four men essentially tailing a toddler was most definitely not a regular sight to be seen. His oldest sister, Victoriya, would never be allowed out at the same time as him, for fear she may corrupt him or something worse. See, she had never been favoured by her parents, since they had wanted an eldest son, not a daughter, and this caused Vitaliy’s oldest sister to rebel all through her life. Is it weird to not know you have an older sister until you turn the age of eleven and meet her at Koldovstoretz?

Being ignored by Victoriya wasn’t the biggest deal. Vitaliy had become rather good friends with his roommate, Grigoriy Drozdov. Grigoriy, but more commonly called Grisha, had very quickly become a constant in Vitaliy’s life. Both from pureblood families, Valentin had approved of this friendship with one of his very rare smiles and appraisals – his son had done him proud. if he could get close to the Drozdov boy, it would mean wonders for his own family. But honestly, when Vitaliy had befriended Grisha, he hadn’t been thinking of familial connections or power or anything like that. Rather, he was just grateful that he had made a friend. That had actually been what had prompted his first interaction with his sister, with her telling him not to get involved with that family, no matter what. Vitaliy paid little mind to her. Who was she to tell him what to do, when she had previously wanted nothing to do with him? Besides, Grisha was a pureblood, one that shared a similar mindset to him, so why shouldn’t he get along with him?

It was during his fifth year, four years since Victoriya had graduated from Koldovstoretz and his younger sister Vasilisa was in her third year, when the family disaster had struck – she had married a muggle. No doubt it was just another one of her attempts to rebel against her family, something that mother Elizaveta had been certain of, and it was without a second thought that she had been cut off from the family. Disowned, unmentionable and no longer able to use the Vasiliev family name for anything. It was a disaster. Total scandal that a pureblood girl had married a muggle, of all things. Valentin had hoped with the sudden expulsion of his daughter that the wix community in Russia would never hear about it. Oh, how wrong he was. Soon, Vasilisa had been cast out from her friendship group, and when Vitaliy had returned to Koldovstoretz after the Christmas holidays, Grisha had greeted him by his surname… rather than his diminutive ‘Vitya’. This had made it very clear that the friendship was over, though it had been further reinforced once Vitaliy had been beaten up by some of the older years. This had been the last straw, and halfway through the year, Vitaliy and Vasilisa had been withdrawn from Koldovstoretz and moved to Hogwarts, in the United Kingdom.
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Name: Vitaliy Valentinovich Vasiliev
Age: 17
Year: Seventh
Bloodline: Pureblood
Appearance: Despite having inherited his mother's tanned skin, Vitaliy looks like the spitting image of his father. He has broad shoulders, enhancing his height of six foot and making his frame seemingly tower over those he looked down to. His eyes reflect the colour of pine, much like the large spruce trees that grow back in Russia - you know, the ones that are always used as Christmas trees, though his eyes held nothing like the warmth of the holiday itself. His smile is crooked and all teeth, almost like it doesn't fit correctly upon his expression, making it look awkward whenever he expresses an emotion that isn't pure distaste or neutrality. A proper father's boy. Taught to always have his back straight and to keep a constant poker face, he was not the perfect son. Vitaliy lets his emotions control him a little more than he probably should, leaving large, veiny hands to clench as he grits his teeth and locks his chiselled jaw in place to stop himself from saying something he would regret.

Personality: pride; a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, the achievements of one’s close associates, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired.

Vitaliy Vasiliev is a prideful, dignified young man in every way considered, or least that was his opinion on the matter; it’s simply how he was raised. Always be proud of where you come from, and keeping the family reputation upheld is of the utmost importance. Family comes first, long before anything else. That was the lesson that had been ingrained into his head by his father’s meticulous grooming of him to become the next Vasiliev heir. A historical family well-known in the Slavic regions for their purity of blood and their fortune, as well as their presumably perfect children. Viktoriya, Vitaliy and Vasilisa, the children of Valentin Vasiliev, were raised separately from one another. While the girls were taught how to be ladies, Vitaliy was educated on how to be a gentleman. It explains a lot of his present traits of persona, especially how he behaves regarding what the family has dubbed, ‘The Incident’ regarding his eldest sister.

Always be cold, always indicate that you are the best person in the room and that everybody should be blessed by your presence. Vitaliy was always good at that part, keeping his nose high in the air and a confident little smirk on his features because god forbid he show an actual smile. They were all false; he was taught to be like the American Ken doll, and anything less was unacceptable. Most commonly, you’ll find him sat with a smooth smirk on his features, one leg crossed over the other and looking down his nose at you. Vasiliev heirs are raised to believe that they were born better than everybody and they will die that way, standing on pedestals several metres above you with an air of nonchalance, since that was all they had ever known. What was the point of risking that for something as trivial as feelings or something equally as pathetic? They’d never lower themselves to non-magical levels, right?

His sisters were always different to him, raised dissimilarly to him and leaving the conversations over the family dinner table to be overly awkward and stunted. It only got worse after Viktoriya left. Despite being siblings, he’d say that he barely knew her, or would use the excuse that he wasn’t allowed to see her since his father knew from the beginning that she was part of the wrong sort of the Wix community. Secretive is one term, and cold is the other, especially if you start putting your nose in places it most definitely does not belong.

Vitaliy himself speaks rather formally, with long words and sentences that don’t always make sense, if only just to show off his elocution and etiquette tutoring from when he was but with comes one of his major downfalls; people are his playthings, and he becomes bored rather easily. Expect him to be kind to you one day, only to rip you to pieces the next. The few people who are the exception to this trait are the ones he calls friends – this is not a label given lightly, however. Vitaliy makes acquaintances and enemies easily enough, but you have to be rather special to come close to this Russian’s heart; it’s stone cold and wrapped in steel. In fact, you could count the people he cares about on his hands, and even then, many fingers would have gone down over the years. Only after transferring to Hogwarts with his youngest sister, Vasilisa, did he start showing a weakness; she was important to him, but only because he had been warned what would happen to him and the family name if something happened to the only female heir of the Vasiliev family.

His smirks hide the hurting that happens on the inside, and sharp words are reflective of the verbal treatment he received from his rather spiteful mother. Vitaliy had not always been mean-spirited and distant, though it surely grows worse with the older he gets, and the less love he has in his heart, the colder it grows, and it won’t be long before the freezing heart turns to ice. Who knew laughter could sound so spiteful? His words come out like a boa constrictor, wrapping around you before they squeeze the very life from your bones, leaving you gasping for air and dark spots in your vision until your limbs crunch and you're dead.

Death is something Vitaliy welcomes. It's a force that can't be reckoned with, something so natural it's almost scary, and that's what he aspires to be. Fear-inducing, living up to be the man his father always wanted him to be, and to take care of Vasilisa. He had to make sure she didn't lose her mind and go with Viktoriya.

Character History: Vitaliy Valentinovich Vasiliev was born to Valentin Vasiliev, a Russian-wix nobleman, and his wife Elizaveta, a porcelain doll of a woman, but in all the worst ways. Being the second child yet the only male to the couple meant that he was going to be the heir to the family fortune and titles and whatever else came with it. Krasnodar was a beautiful city in the west of Russia, a place that Vitaliy could always admire from the view of their not-so-modest home on the outskirts of the land, with pine forests for miles. While there were certainly no restrictions on being able to leave the house as a child, he would usually have to be surrounded by his father’s men, which certainly brought enough attention from the populace. Surely enough, watching a child run around with four men essentially tailing a toddler was most definitely not a regular sight to be seen. His oldest sister, Viktoriya, would never be allowed out at the same time as him, for fear she may corrupt him or something worse. See, she had never been favoured by her parents, since they had wanted an eldest son, not a daughter, and this caused Vitaliy’s oldest sister to rebel all through her life. Is it weird to not know you have an older sister until you turn the age of eleven and meet her at Koldovstoretz?

He didn't.

Besides, family dinners didn't count, considering most of the rather extensive family would be there, and Vitaliy struggled to know his cousin from his aunt at such a young age. The only purpose they served was for his parents to put on some big show about how successful and perfect they were, and all the little boy had to do was stay polite and speak only when spoken to. If he did otherwise, he would feel his mother's long nails dig into the plush skin of his thigh through his small suit trousers, making him wince and dark green eyes water as he bit his bottom lip; crying would only make things worse. Any decent member of the Vasiliev family didn't cry.

Being ignored by Viktoriya wasn’t the biggest deal. Vitaliy had become rather good friends with his roommate, Grigoriy Drozdov. Grigoriy, but more commonly called Grisha, had very quickly become a constant in Vitaliy’s life. Both from pureblood families, Valentin had approved of this friendship with one of his very rare smiles and appraisals – his son had done him proud. if he could get close to the Drozdov boy, it would mean wonders for his own family. But honestly, when Vitaliy had befriended Grisha, he hadn’t been thinking of familial connections or power or anything like that. Rather, he was just grateful that he had made a friend.

That had actually been what had prompted his first interaction with his sister, with her telling him not to get involved with that family, no matter what. Vitaliy paid little mind to her. Who was she to tell him what to do, when she had previously wanted nothing to do with him? Besides, Grisha was a pureblood, one that shared a similar mindset to him, so why shouldn’t he get along with him?

She was the last person on Earth who should be giving him orders.

It was during his fifth year, four years since Viktoriya had graduated from Koldovstoretz and his younger sister Vasilisa was in her third year when the family disaster had struck – she had married a muggle. No doubt it was just another one of her attempts to rebel against her family, something that mother Elizaveta had been certain of, and it was without a second thought that she had been cut off from the family. Disowned, unmentionable and no longer able to use the Vasiliev family name for anything. It was a disaster. It was a total scandal that a pureblood girl from such a prestigious family had married a muggle, of all things. Valentin had hoped with the sudden expulsion of his daughter that the Wix community in Russia would never hear about it. Oh, how wrong he was. Soon, he was facing a 'random' review at his job, Vasilisa had been cast out by her friendship group in a manner of spiteful words, and when Vitaliy had returned to Koldovstoretz after the Christmas holidays, Grisha had greeted him by his surname… rather than his diminutive ‘Vitalik’. This had made it very clear that the friendship was over, though it had been further reinforced once Vitaliy had been beaten up by some of the older years.

Stumbling into his Dark Arts class dripping blood from his head had been a bit of a red alarm for his teachers, though they made sure to delay getting him medical aid as much as possible; even they had been affected by Viktoriya's actions.

This had been the last straw, and halfway through the year, Vitaliy and Vasilisa had been withdrawn from Koldovstoretz and moved to Hogwarts, in the United Kingdom.

Transferring to Hogwarts was difficult at first, as he was really only a novice with English, and everybody kept messing up his name - Vitaliy, not Vitality. Though maybe his behaviour didn't really help; he kept his whole holier-than-thou act for as long as he could, shooting muggleborns dirty looks from across the Great Hall and scowling when anybody who wasn't a pureblood even looked in his direction.
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