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Leonardo Chiadovini
Status:
Pure-blood
Birthday:
11 Apr 1977
Nationality:
Italian
Residence:
Inverness, Scotland
Function:
Adult I
Patronus:
Granian Winged Horse
Wand:
32,6 cm chestnut wood and snallygaster heartstring
Height: 6'2" (187.96 cm)
Weight: 143lbs (64.8 kg)
Age: 46 years
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Physical Appearance:
Although he may seem nothing but a passing shadow at a first glance, and indeed, when he looks towards you, you may only see a glint of grey eyes before he passes on, whenever a person stares at him in the form of a mono e mono conversation, they begin to notice more and more physical characteristics of the sallow seer.

His eyes, while light grey edging towards silvery and glittering with some sort of dangerous light, are rather overshadowed by the deep, dark, sleepless marks beneath his eyes. Leonardo has yet to fully master his sleep schedule (especially with an infant in his home), and tends to be a bit of an insomniac when he is supposed to get shuteye, resulting in a dark and almost exhausted expression. His cheekbones, testament to his mother’s British side, are rather high set, and steep, and they themselves cast shadows on the wan cheeks and down his jawline. Mixing with Mediterranean heritage here, the bridge of Leonardo’s nose, while firm, is delicate, and his jaw, while sharp, is firm as well.

Rather grizzled and unkempt, he has slightly grown out his facial hair; the past few years partaking in the fond activity of trying to find the bottom of several bottles has somewhat ruined what was once a professional bearing. Still, this appearance to some may still inspire a sense of an almost handsome cut.

Though not unhealthy in any way except for being slightly underweight, Leonardo holds himself a little slumped (appearing to only stand at about five foot eleven), but depending on the situation, and if there is a challenge at hand, he is capable of bringing himself up to his full height of six foot two, staring down the competition without fear, be it a part-Giant or a part-Goblin. He carries with him a black cane with a jade snake head handle, which houses his wand. Though he does not limp now, he had once had an incident with a rogue body-bind curse during his third year, in which he had to walk about on a cane for about a year while he healed. He has grown so attached to the charming implement that he has yet to separate his wand from its canesword attachment, using it like a third leg at times.

His form is lean and muscleless, his physical strength greatly lacking. However, his mental prowess is acute, the tradeoff between mental strength and physical strength painfully visible. For the most part, however, he is reserved and patient, waiting for a time to act; a snake creeping up on its prey without a sound. Faint silvery strands of hair can be found peppered among the almost total black and obviously painstakingly attempted to be hidden, particularly originating from just before his left ear.

Mental Description:
If stark stormy grey eyes, corpse-like skin, and naturally jet black hair did not give the impression that the Chiadovini heir was not a very warm and inviting man, perhaps the blackhearted scowl and the grim expressionlessness of his nature would.

He had not lived a very kind life thus far, and by the way things were going it would seem that life would not relent her cruelties upon him just yet. Such mannerisms calculated, calloused, cold, and considered made him a Slytherin of Hogwarts through and through to be sure, and the lessons he had learned during his time of education have indeed stuck with him since. He is more fond, however, of the muggle romantic writers as opposed to those of wizarding status; both as a sort of rebellion against a now-deceased father figure and because of his decidedly gothic tastes and tendencies.

When passed by either by misfortune or by chance (for he is not usually one to be found in public affairs if he could help it), he would cross like a ghost, without a word. When spoken to, his eyes would be stern and focused in an unnerving fashion, slightly misty perhaps but keen and sharp as a blade. Polite, to an almost formal Shakespearean extent, Leonardo knows that every event in one's life is only another stepping-stone, another challenge, and another difficulty that he must endure, if only so that he can move on to something more worthwhile in his own mind.

Cynical. That would be the proper word. Cynical.