Alexander Theodore Baron Durmstrang

Name: Alexander Theodore Baron Age: 12 School Year: Third Year Race: Full-Human Blood Status: Pure-Blood Broom Racer?: Yes Stats: STA: 7 | EVA: 10 | STR: 6 | WIS: 8 | ARC: 3 | ACC: 6

Appearance:

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Alexander has sharp, thin eyes that are icy blue, a color that offsets his near shock white hair with an aura of arrogance. He tries to tame it by slicking it back (Malfoy style) though it often escapes, leaving him with a blonde tuft that makes him seem softer than is probably safe. English-Born, he has clear, pale skin and strong facial features. People often tell him he looks much older than he is, which is something he takes with pride. He's taller than average and always made up, with a charming (maybe disarming) smile. He'd prefer to wear a suit to school, but seeing as he strives to be the perfect model student, you'll always find him in proper uniform. With long, thin fingers and similar limbs, he's extraordinary at the piano and athletics, which have given him a fair amount of lean muscle over time. Overall, he's an attractive boy who always strives for aesthetic perfection.

WC: 300

Personality:

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By all appearances, Alexander is the essential model student. He's kind and rather giving, a boy who always has a smile to offer and something charming to say. He's not particularly outgoing, but he demands attention with his cool, collected nature and he's sure to seek you out if you're someone in high standing. Intelligent and studious, he's developed into a brilliant strategist and a hard worker, someone who's garnered the praise of many of his teachers. As the epitome of an aristocrat's son, he'd never display anything less than perfect. But it isn't as if he is.

Inwardly, Alexander is a judgemental narcissist. He's got an analytical eye, seeing the people around him as puzzles to unravel. If you're advantageous to him, he'll keep you close. If you're not, he'll probably smile anyway. Appearances are a weapon, after all, and he never cracks. He has strong opinions about everyone he sees, most of which are not positive. It isn't as if he hates everyone, but most people are exhausting and a waste of his time. But obviously, he'd never tell them that. It would ruin the illusion.

There's only one time he ever slips: when he comes face to face with someone inhuman. Half-breed or special talent, he can't stand either of them. Anyone who sympathizes with them gets on his bad side too. Still, Alexander's nothing without his smiles. It just might be a little more forced than usual.

Of course, he isn't faking it 100% of the time. There are people he can grudgingly respect and those he can come to care for. Most likely, if you ask him for something, he'll deliver to the best of his ability. But whether or not the smile he's got is genuine... you'll never really know.

WC: 300

History:

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Born on Septemeber 23, 2007 to Alastair and Elizabeth, Alexander Baron was immediately thrust into a world of luxury. Alastair's parents (his grandparents) had apparently been some of the most prestigious wixes of their time, garnering the status and wealth that came with it, and his mother's side had no shortage of finances themselves. From a young age, the wizard began numerous studies with the best tutors money could buy. He found early on that he was quite talented in the piano, as well as in a plethora of other sports and subjects.

There was something odd about the Baron household, however. Though Alexander's parents had no shortage of stories declaring the grandeur of their family name, the boy could never find anything about them in the history books he poured over day in and day out. He attended parties with them, experienced firsthand the extent of their wealth, but it seemed that no one knew who his family was, nor did they share such stories around the hearth of other grand houses. In fact, the time he'd attempted to tell a few curious boys the deeds of his grandfather, his mother had reprimanded him strictly, saying it was nothing to be discussed. This left him obviously confused. To Alexander, it seemed that the Baron name had been stricken from history almost entirely.

On numerous occasions, he tried to question his parents about this, but they only shook him off with an excuse or two. They'd never truly had time for him anyway, leaving him under the care of his many housemaids, so it wasn't something Alexander was surprised about. Rather, he saw it as a challenge, something that they'd perhaps be proud of if he managed to figure it out. That left only a few options. He asked around his staff, but none of them provided any useful information. He considered going to his grandparents directly, but they'd always terrified him—not that he'd admit it. So Alexander headed over to his uncle's house.

Azreal Baron lived alone in a house nearly as large as Alexander's. It was a place the boy was familiar with; he'd grown close to his uncle over the years, always going over to play or study or display his latest feat of intelligence. In return, Azreal told him stories that not even his parents did—detailed his own studies in a school called Hogwarts, amazed him with firsthand accounts of the work he once did when he was "younger and more spry."

When Alexander showed up with his question, Azreal's face darkened. He pulled the boy inside and sat him on the couch, pacing around the room solemnly. Finally, he looked up and began his story. Azreal Baron had gone to a school called Hogwarts, yes, but he'd never finished schooling there. Perhaps he might of, if not for an event that happened the summer between his Sixth and Seventh Year. According to him, he'd been bitten in his own home by a very large snake. A very large, very poisonous snake. One controlled by something called a Parselmouth.

Alexander's eyes widened as he listened. Apparently, this Parselmouth had been jealous of Azreal's status. She'd sent the snake to dispose of him, and by disposing of him, end the Baron bloodline (this is entirely false, she merely meant to scare him with a paralyzing bite, but perspective is perception). When the Baron family had exposed her plot, they'd been understandably outraged. They'd wanted justice. But the Parselmouth had fled somewhere into muggle world, running with her tail between her legs. Alexander's grandparents had demanded that she be found and face court, and they'd tried, tried for years to find a snake hidden in the shadows of skyscrapers and back alleyways.

They tried for so long, became so obssessed with bringing her down that they'd neglected the rest of their duties. They no longer went out on Auror business nor fought in wizarding duels. The public outrage only lasted so long, but the Barons were fantastical, fixated on finding this girl and forcing her to face her crimes. They'd nearly exhausted all their wealth too, had Alexander's father not set some aside. What Azreal failed to mention was that the girl was a talented witch, a slippery snake that was impossible to hang onto. That's what spiraled what should have been months into years, a seemingly endless search.

But finally, they found her. They found her and they disposed of her, just as she'd intended to do to them. But by then, the damage was done. Sure, the Baron's still had their wealth and what remained of their status, but disappearing for that long had forced them out of the public eye. It wasn't something so easily regained either, seeing as the Mr. and Mrs. Baron had grown old by now. Just like that, his entire family had faded into obscurity (yeah definitely, not like you still have a mansion and go to parties Alexander smh).

Alexander was pissed. How could someone do that? How could someone bring down an entire family, try to murder a person, just for their own ambition? What kind of twisted person—he ran home. In an old textbook, the boy found a broad history of Parselmouths. From there, he fell into Seers, then Metamorphagus, Dhampirs, Werewolves, Veela. He festered a hate that smoldered within him as he took in the evils of those who were inhuman. Half-breeds. Two-faced.

Two-faced. It was kind of—clever. Evil, but then, what was evil if not clever? Appearances were important to them; they pretended to be normal to get close to you, then revealed their true colors when the time was right. That had to be how all of them worked. They were inhuman, lesser. But clever.

The Barons were proud of their youngest's realization. They watched as he changed; unnoticeably to anyone but them really, but at the parties they attended, he began a mask of unbreakable perfection. He got close to anyone he chose to. He charmed anyone and everyone with a smile. He was a model gentleman, always kind and helpful. Eventually, even his parents had a difficult time figuring out what ran through Alexander's brain. He reveled in it, unnoticeably. He'd always wanted their pride.

Life went on, for the most part.

Alexander's first taste of magic happened around age eight, something simple that sent a glass of water flying into his hand, not a drop spilling over the rim. The Barons were ecstatic. They made preparations to send him to Durmstrang immediately, ignoring the fact that Hogwarts was that much closer.

His First and Second Year at Durmstrang, Alexander maintained his standing. He prided himself on success, both academically and socially. He took up broom racing, something he found himself talented in despite his long limbs. It wasn't hard to gather important people around him, people who might someday bring his family back to the power it once was. That it ought to have been.

No one at Durmstrang was inhuman. But Third Year, setting his sights on that four-colored crest—Alexander's smile wavered. Just a little.

WC: 1018

Abilities:
Non-Human Enthusiast:

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Alexander scrawled a messy line onto the parchment in front of him as the monotonous drone of the lecture echoed through the room. Hmm. This was boring. And the professor was an utter fool.

Shifting his features into a smile that hid his sigh, he readjusted, pressing his chin into his palm. Even in this semi-relaxed state, Alexander kept his eyes trained on the blackboard, icy blues focused just enough to make it seems as though he was paying attention. Not that he needed to. He'd already learned this all before.

The professor at the front of the class caught his eye. Alexander curled them into crescent moons, hiding his flat mouth behind his palm. He didn't miss the way the man's mouth twitched upward before he turned and began the lecture anew. The wizard fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was almost too easy, pleasing these bastards.

He sank a little lower in the chair, idly scratching his quill tip to the blank paper in an act of half-boredom, half-show. Any second now, he swore he was going to fall asleep. That would be an utter disaster. But really, he could be doing anything else right now, like practicing for the upcoming recital or doing barrel rolls on the racing field. Anything other than this.

Well, there was one thing he could do. Absentmindedly, with his eyes still trained on the professor, Alexander slid a worn book out from under his required texts. Nimble fingers knew exactly what page to turn to without him sparing a glance, the edges worn and seams nearly tearing.

Hiding his grin, he shifted again, this time presenting a picture of the model student reviewing his notes. But the words staring up at him had absolutely nothing to do with the lecture. Instead, the pages were filled with nearly everything there was to know about inhumans. Anything that wasn't present in the blocky print was neatly scribbled in the margins, hundreds of little doodles detailing attributes and weaknesses alike.

This was the one thing Alexander never found boring. It seemed that every time he reread this book, something new would appear. Besides, there was enough disgust humming through his veins to fuel his obsession with the creatures. He wanted to pick them apart, see what made them tick, and find the best ways to tear them down.

He turned the page slowly, eyes roving his past notes. Faintly, he registered something the professor said, but it fell away as the wizard worked his way through the pages. His skin began to prickle with that old resentment, and a thousand thoughts spiraled through his head.

Dhampirs can be blood-baited. Werewolves lose control. Alexander turned a little faster, losing himself a little bit more. Metamorphmagi only copy those they get close to. Part-Giants are hopeless at magic. He couldn't help the slightest slip of a maniac smile, the world lost to him. Part-Veela are temperamental. Seers can be emotionally traumatized and sometimes faint. Part-Goblins are few and far between. Parselmouths—

"Alexander, can you answer this question?"

He stopped, staring at the pages with a blank look. Sh*t, he'd gone too deep. Slowly, he raised his head, a soft smile already back in place.

"The four branches of Transfiguration are Transformation, Untransfiguration, Conjuration, and Vanishment, not necessarily in order of difficulty."

The professor nodded, beaming at him and Alexander returned a soft smile. His eyes hid something dark still; something he'd have to get rid of before anyone got to close. It was good that Durmstrang didn't have any inhumans. He clutched at the book he'd discreetly moved to his lap, golden lettering spelling out: "A Monster Hunter's Guide to All Things Non-Human."

WC: 621

Charmer:

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"Alexander!"

The boy turned at the sound of his name, eyes already scanning for its source. It wasn't particularly easy—there was quite a crowd occupying his home, seeing as a party was currently in full swing. He reached up to push his hair out of his eyes. Normally, it would be slicked back and out of the way, but today he'd left it loose, choosing to embrace that rather innocent air it gave him. With the clean, white suit and polished attire, it made for a good touch of normalcy. He'd found early on that too much perfection made people feel unsettled. And that was never his goal.

"Alexander, my boy!" Finally, the voice had itself known. Alexander moved to greet him, extending a pale hand.

"Mr. Caster, I'm so glad you could make it," he said, lips curving up.

"But of course!" the man exclaimed. He took Alexander's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. The boy returned it, laughing at his over-enthusiasm. F*ck, his stupid voice was grating at his eardrums. Alexander retracted the hand and pulled back into an upright stance.

"Can I help you with anything tonight?" he asked politely. His family was hosting after all, and a good host always asks. Mr. Caster gave him a sly grin, one that made Alexander want to barf into his fake smile.

"Actually, I was wondering if you might introduce yourself to my daughter Carolyn."

"I would be honored!" the boy exclaimed, flashing that light in his eyes to sell himself just a tad bit more. Carolyn Caster, hmm? Honey-blonde, about his age, daughter of one of the richest families around. Yes, he'd definitely be honored.

Following Mr. Caster across the room, Alexander kept his gait even and his head high. He was naturally tall, but there was nothing like good posture to accentuate one's features. Soon enough, he came face to face with the girl herself.

"Miss Caster, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Alexander Baron," he greeted, tipping his head slightly. The girl seemed rather shy, face flushing as he stared down at her.

"Hello," she returned softly. Alexander leaned in closer, shrinking the space between them to a few inches.

"I apologize, could you repeat that?" Of course, he'd heard her perfectly fine. But hey, this was one way to start a conversation and from the look on her face—she appreciated it.

"O—oh, I said hello. It's a pleasure to meet you too." Alexander smiled.

"Carolyn, shall we—" His words were cut off as a shout came from behind him. In a smooth sweep, he turned, catching someone by the arm. A guest. He must have tripped. He collapsed into his chest, promptly spilling their drink down the front of his shirt. How disgusting.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. Alexander took him gently by the shoulders and set him upright, fingers plucking the empty glass from his grip. He could feel the wetness already seeping into his skin. He smiled.

"No worries! Are you alright?"

The other boy seemed a bit shocked at his reaction. He reached up to scratch at the back of his neck, shrugging sheepishly. Not a good habit. A bad presentation of manners.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks." He looked nervous, probably expected at least a hint of contempt from the white-haired wizard, but Alexander just laughed.

"It happens to the best of us." He extended the glass back to the boy who took it with careful fingers. At least he could manage that much. Glancing down at his shirt, Alexander allowed himself half a sigh.

"I'm terribly sorry Carolyn, but I'll probably have to change. Wait for me?"

The girl blushed a little harder, nodding her head. Hmm, shyness was not particularly attractive. Giving her a wave, he started out of the room.

"That boy," a few women tittered behind him, "always such a gentleman. He'll grow up to be quite the charmer."

Alexander left the room smirking. Charmer indeed.

WC: 661