Drago Thanatos-Kholodov

ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔫, ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔡𝔶𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔢.




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𐌍Ꝋ𐌕 𐌀𐌋𐌋 𐌕𐋅Ꝋ𐌔𐌄 Ꮤ𐋅Ꝋ Ꮤ𐌀𐌍𐌃𐌄𐌓 𐌀𐌓𐌄 𐌋Ꝋ𐌔𐌕...

𝔓𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

Reducio

What you are looking at may not always be what it seems to be.
A young, Russian-Bulgarian boy, with a slightly severe manner of being.
He has long, thick black, shoulder-length hair. Long enough to hide his face beneath its silky curtains.
His inky black eyes are like pools of blood, watching, waiting. For something or someone, who knows.
When you look at him, you notice his height. 5'3, an inch taller than most of his peers.
This would make him stand out in a crowd, if he wasn't so good at escaping notice.
He has pale features, glowing as the moon, with high cheek-bones to accent a slightly angular face.
Handsome, would be a word to describe him perfectly.
Harsh, would be another, if you caught him in the light.
His hair frames his face in such a way that it gives him an ethereal quality.
His lips are soft, and full, but look like they rarely upturn into a smile.
He has a strange, jagged scar on the palm of his right hand from the first time he used magic.

ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲.

𝔐𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

Reducio

Quiet, but not shy. Doesn't speak much, but when he does, it sounds like leaves falling in a forest.
Peaceful enough that it reaches to the depths of your soul.
His persona prefers to hide away with books in the trees and secret passageways that no one knows.
He likes philosophy, for the fact that you can challenge life, your existence, the only true relief from the life that he leads, brings him a sense of clarity.
He has 7 names.
4 middle names, 1 first name, and 2 last names, curtesy of a mother who was far too eccentric for his father. Drago himself is eccentric, just in a less obvious way, though as so, on as you get talking with him, it soon shows.
He speaks 7 languages, curtesy of living in a household with many diverse people.

ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱, 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔢, 𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤.

𝔅𝔦𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶:

Reducio

Drago Volkov Voronin Krasny Morozov Thanatos-Kholodov was born on the frozen morning of the 1st of October, 2012. His parents, Adrik Thanatos-Kholodov and Ranavalona Thanatos-Kholodov, were pleased by his birth as the first born, and the first born son of the Thanatos-Kholodov line.
He was brought up by house-elves, because his parents were occupied elsewhere. Specifically his father.
His mother tried to be there for him, but her mental health was slowly declining. On his 5th birthday, she disappeared. His father searched far and wide but she was nowhere to be found.
Before his 5th birthday, he spoke very little, but after that spectacle, it left an imprint on his little mind that he could not forget.
No matter how hard everyone tried to get him to speak, he refused, and didn't speak a word until his 10th birthday.
His father tried everything. He pleaded, he begged, he even screamed and ranted about how it wasn't proper that a Thanatos-Kholodov should behave in that manner.
But he just looked up at his father with big, black eyes and refused to speak.

ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔟 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢. 𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔩𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤.

𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 ℑ𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠:

Reducio

His first instance of magic happened at the age of 8.
He was attempting to get his father's attention, because he had drawn what he thought in his young, childish mind, what was a very good horse.
His father paid to attention to him, being engaged in matters far more pressing in his opinion.
Then again, anything was far more pressing to Adrik Thanatos-Kholodov than looking at a picture his son drew.
He finally got so worked up and upset that the curtain that he was standing next to caught fire.
He burned his hand on it, having been holding and yanking on them to get his father's attention.
Adrik finally looked up when he heard his son's anguished cries.
Despite his best efforts, the burn mark could not be removed completely because it was too severe.
It had covered his entire palm, but was finally reduced to something smaller.
He always remained with a jagged scar, stretching from the tip of his middle finger, to the left side of his hand where the wrist meets the palm.
It was shaped like a tree, a fern, or like a burning inferno.
He liked the way it looked on him, so when he found a solution to completely remove it a year later, he refused.
His father attempted to get him to remove it but he said that it was so that he could look like his father who had scars from his time as a master dueler. His father still wasn't convinced and forced him to remove it anyway.

𝔚𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔶'𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔩.