Vladislav Liam Gunther Koldovstoretz

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VLADISLAV LIAM GUNTHER'S TRUNK
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sta 10 • eva 13 • str 0 • wis 10 • arc 12 • acc 10

Clark's Quidditch Win (Winter 2023) | Clark's Quidditch Win (Spring 2023) | Clark's Quidditch Win (Summer 2023) | Vladislav's Duel Win (Summer 2025) | Vladislav's Duel Win (Fall 2025)

Koldovstoretz Fourth Year iNPC

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WANDMAKER

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Length- 11 Inches

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The boy was someone that people liked at Koldovstoretz- pleased his dad with his good grades- and tried his hardest in every single thing that he had done. And yet, he seemed to be a class favorite. He didn’t know what it was like in the higher years, but he was definitely liked, and his first year – even if he wore a shark costume. Maybe it was a gift, that he didn’t know he had it. But he knew of his popularity. It was a good feeling, not having people talking bad things about you behind your back. He wasn’t the most popular – hence him not being lively enough for that. But he was there to partake in the fun. To help keep the fun going. He was there for happiness.

Core- Thestral Tail Hair

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He could remember that fateful day that his mother died. Everybody was sending letters to remind of the tragedy and he just wanted to throw the letters in the trash. He felt like it was his fault his own mother died. Yet he knew that a part of him acknowledged that it was going to happen. It’s probably so sad and so sensitive. He has never talked about it before, but he knew – that he should’ve gone with his mother that day – to the grocery store. And when he got notified of the death- he sat – and stared blankly at the wall in his room, feeling like he was at fault for this. He was miserable- but was there to live if he just focused on one person's stuff. He knew someone died every day. There is no evading the Grim Reaper. Taking a breath, he felt that connection. He reverberated through his soul, and she knew that someday in his future – he would be – likely working for more work. he desired do you help identify bodies to give satisfaction knowing that today's children, mothers, fathers, dead friends would want to know what happened, especially if it was a brutal murder. He didn’t want them to be left hanging, wondering what happened to their loved ones. He had a drive to identify what had once held him captive in a very long sense of thought, the only road that he had ever called home.

Wood- Elder

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His eyes were on her brighter at the site of the wooded that everybody seems to fear called elder. It was magnificent, and he began to feel a deeper connection to it than he had ever had before with his previous wand. Admittedly he felt just a teeny tiny bit ashamed. He picked it up, and felt quite a bit of expectations from it. He felt like he was tied to the crushing history of his very young school. Vladislav would notice that he flipped out a little, but knew that over time, he would likely learn to master it. It was a little hard to control himself, but learning how to control himself is probably the best way to go.

Flexibility- Sturdy

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Sturdiness was a bit more complicated, as he didn’t fully comprehend it, but he realized that it would be the fact that he has the ability to keep his word, to put up with more people, to be more ‘to the point.’ It was his potential that he would get better over time. He hopes that one day in the future, he’s acknowledged for his dedication- his patience- and his time/efforts.

LOVELY CREATURE

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The prettiest being to ever exist. That was Vladislav. Obviously. Surely people would just date him and just go out with him no matter how bad he really was. But that was probably a delusion. He was probably delusional, hyperfixating on something that likely wouldn't have existed in the world. Surely he had people that liked him though... right? Surely he wasn't hated every step of the way right?

He was nowhere nearly as bad as that boy he met in the Maze- what was his name- Clark? He wished that Clark would just keep his hands off the boy he deemed the knight.

He loved him with a passion, but that didn't mean that the same was true in return.

"Listen up, my dearie." He said to himself in the mirror. "You're a hero. You're gorgeous. Look at your black hair. It's absolutely a wonderous part of our world. Of course, even if you had dyed it brown, which I had done before I went to the Ball at Hogwarts." A smile creeped onto his face and proved him to be worthy, at least in his own eyes.

"Listen. You are your own hero. You will be the superb person that everyone will know. Believe in yourself, don't condone yourself to a life strictly revolving around being cruel to someone. You aren't that person. You can be loved. Love yourself first." He looked on in the mirror with a bigger smile on his face, like he started to wean towards that belief that he truly meant something in this world.

And that was the way he wanted it to be. He decided he would put his own confidence to the test when he would just gracefully walk out through the corridors of Koldovstoretz, his home sweet home. With a southern accent, he looked at the boy and potentially his friend walking through the corridors, nearly passing him. "Hey there sweet thing. Ты такой умный! Мне нравится твой стиль. Хотели бы вы... Пойти со мной на свидание?" You're so cute! I like your style. Would you like to... go out on a date with me?

He meant well. All he did was ask a random stranger walking by him in the corridors if he wanted to go out with him. The boy seemed to have hesitated, and it began to give Vladislav the feeling that he was faltering. That he wasn't quite as handsome as he wanted others to believe. But, the boy spoke up and it woke Vlad from the doom and gloom he was beginning to feel.

"Y-you're pretty. Yes, I will go out with you!" The boy said, responding to Vlad.

Vlad had no choice but to embrace the happiness inside him. "YES! I knew I was- I mean." He said, trying to make himself sound professional. "Shall we eat outside underneath the tree?"

"Anything for my beautiful soul, what gorgeous hair you have- your eyes, they're spellbinding! I'm sure you're absolutely talented in any and every step of the way, and I have to say, I'm happy to see you finally come out of your shell, since... I always thought you were pretty, potentially the prettiest out of everyone in Koldovstoretz."

And it made Vladislav feel rejoice. He just needed a simple self-pep talk in the mirror just to positively influence his brain. He was always a form of a lovely creature, and that was him in a brief little nutshell.

PRODIGAL CHARMS LEARNER

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Vladislav would spend summer reading, but unfortunately for him, it was not a pleasant type of book, it was a book that he deemed unacceptable and tortuous. A textbook! Who in their right mind would make someone read an educational book? His dad. That is who.

That boring, decrepit dad of his seem to not understand what the value of childhood was! Was his dad ever even a child? What would that old rotten man know? He was already attending a military-style school and god, while it could be worse, he heard that Hogwarts was not as strict. He got grounded for coming home and making a mess, even for yelling at his own father and for saying some words that he probably should not have said.

He had all of the comic books decorating his shelf swept into a trash bag and taken out of his room, to be locked up in his father’s closet. All of his toys, taken away. Really, the only “entertainment” he had asides from keeping his wand was his textbooks for the new school year.

Boring! He begrudgingly opened up the textbook for the Charms class and stared at it sadly admitting defeat. He would learn the spells and ensure he got it down tact so his own teachers at the school would care or like him so he would never have to spend another summer drowning in this painful moment like he was right now.

He looked at the spells listed, he could test out the one charms spell he knew for sure.

He figured everyone would know this spell or have it down tact, but it was worth putting to practice. The Slowing Charm..

He didn’t bother to look at the textbook for this. He was in Group 5 at Koldovstoretz, he needed to be very knowledgeable with his spells and to be able to cast them instantly without a doubt or hesitation. Vladislav spoke, his voice not wavering. “Arresto Momentum.” He enunciated quickly and clearly, moving his wand as if he were tracing a capitalized letter ‘M’ in the English Alphabet.

Ok, if that was truly correct, then perfect. However, he was unsure. He ripped a page out of his textbook, one of the table of content pages, and threw it into the air, watching it come down steadily. He quickly whipped his wand out, made the capitalized ‘M’ and spoke, “Arresto Momentum.” The sheet of paper floated slower than it was, as a result. He knew it was a proper cast.

What next? Perhaps he could keep drilling himself with the other spells he learned from Charms. What did he have to do with his summer after all..

PRODIGAL FLYING LEARNER

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He had an interest in being one of the best flyers at Koldovstoretz, but he was not on a broom racing or quidditch team. Instead, he would be the one just hopping onto a broom and trying to fly. He practiced with an uprooted tree broom once, he just never got around to identifying what kind of broom it was though.

He may not have dedicated his entire school time to “flying” class, but he did dedicate his entire study time, when he should have been doing homework and practicing for practical examinations, to researching anything that fell under the category of “flying”, such as the history of broomstick companies, the advantages and disadvantages of certain broomsticks, Koldovstoretz’s history and legacy of using an uprooted tree as a response to RAPP. He studied different Flying Sports, such as Quidditch, Broom Racing, Creaothceann, Shuntbumps and more. He read up on aerodynamic uniforms and realized that the Koldovstoretz Uniforms might not be as aerodynamic, given that they were basically the old uniforms before the new Director took over.

Based on what he has researched and read about himself, every morning that he did not have class, he would hop onto a broom and fly, training himself, even applying the proper pre-flight rules that he had learned about from his reading. The first was to be aware of his surroundings, and he was well aware of the amount of space he had to fly, but he also looked around to see if there were anybody that he could potentially slam into, not that it was what he wanted, but he needed to be careful.

The second was for him to respect his fellow wizards. Well, if it were just him in his own space right now, as it was, there was no one else in his proximity. The third was to check his broom. He ran his hand over the shaft of the broom gently, trying to see if he could get a splinter. No, no splinter whatsoever. He checked the brush to see if there were any loose or irregular twigs sticking out, nothing. Okay, so the broom looked fine, there was no warping, no irregularities, so he was good to go.

He hopped onto the broom and took off towards where Koldovstoretz played their Quidditch Games and where they practiced. He saw the practicing group below, though he didn’t identify any of them, he began to fly around in circles and with a singsongy voice yelled “ITS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” He smirked, happy he was somewhat a proficient Flyer, and had knowledge for Flying that one would have to learn through Flying Class, just because he did some reading and studying and practicing.

FC: Bleu Landau
DoB: July 3 2014
Nationality: Scottish
Residence: Dundee, Scotland

- BACKSTORY
Validations Backstory


Additional Backstory for Index

- FIRST INSTANCE OF ACCIDENTAL MAGIC
Validation


Because it mentions a public school and whatnot and not a goblin community, this needs to be rewritten for index.


- PERSONALITY
Remy was not put here on this Earth to make friends, he most certainly was not here to play nice. From a very young age, he learned that sometimes being blunt, confrontational and unapolgoetically self serving, was probably the best choice to surviving in a world where you feel alone even if you were not. He thrives on the friction of his interactions with other people, saying things to hurt them or to say what other people might be too polite to even say. And in a verbal altercation, he most definitely was not going to back down. He actively aims to try and find weak spots of his victims, trying to get a reaction out of them.

- APPEARANCE
Remy is white, and has a swept light brown hair and almost always a smirk on his face. He is 5'0" and he weighs just a bit more than the average 11 year old.

FC: Max Charles
DoB: July 31 2014
Nationality: Icelandic
Residence: Vík í Mýrdal, Iceland

- BACKSTORY & FIoAM
Buck was born DATE. He was a human, unlike his half brother Remy, but like him, he was raised in the Break manor, alongside Remy, also to his biological father's wife's displeasure at the fact that two children as a product of his own 'cheating' were being raised in her proximity. Of course, Buck and Remy did not really know Elenor all too well, but they did feel the effects of her death when they were just two.

At the age of four, when both were confined to the timeout corner due to breaking picture frames and throwing toys across the room intentionally in a manner of throwing a tantrum at not getting to go outside and play football (soccer) with each other instead of cleaning up their room, they both looked at each other with a wicked grin and kept cracking jokes to keep each other laughing despite them not being allowed to.

They would get in trouble, but Buck? He always felt closer to Remy, because they were the troublemaking duo. Another time when they got older, Remy got mad at something being told to him by his father, probably a no, and Buck watched Remy push the loveseat in the living room and flip it. Naturally, of course, Buck sided with him and also misbehaved and threw a family heirloom, a lamp, onto the ground to watch it shatter, even though he didn't know what got Remy ticked off. Since they were older, they were tasked with doing the house elves' jobs for the next few months. Buck, of course, would not regret it. If Remy was to go down, so was Buck. They were duos. Inseparable.

When Buck turned eight, he read a letter that was addressed to his father. At the bottom, with a handwriting that he did not really recognize, was the last words, a short note, addressed to him from his mother. He read it alone. He didn't bother to cry, nor did he show anyone.

The words written on that letter made him boil with rage, almost as if the softness inside him began to harden and become replaced with cold cruelty that did end up defining him. Over the years, Remy became a product of brute strength, while Buck would become (soon, after he learns at Durmstrang) the product of magical cruelty. He was angry and he wanted revenge.

At the age of 10, he was sent to live with people that his father knew over in Iceland. They were allegedly family, according to him. One fateful day, as it always goes with young wizards, Buck had his very first instance of magic that seemed to have counted to Durmstrang, getting him his acceptance later on. On the day he had his instance of magic, it was in December, and he was skating across a river, not aware of how dangerous it was.

He put on his homemade ice skating shoes, steel-soled shoes with steak knives taped onto it, almost ala a DIY ice skating shoes. Buck got onto the ice, and used his tippy toes to tip toe all the way to the center of the "frozen over" river so he had room to skate.

Well, a river always moves, even if the top seems to be frozen, the river is never completely frozen, it isn't water in a cup, it's not in a container, it's moving. That meant that the ice was thin. Buck took an extra step, relaxed himself and relaxed his feet into flattening, so he was no longer on his tippy toes but rather relying on the blades.

With a sudden round of cracking noise, he looked down for the brief second he was given and was pulled under the water as the ice under him broke. Ice cold water entered his nostrils, his head and skin began to feel like they were shrinking and it was like he couldn't breathe. It was a polar plunge, but he needed to get out.

He had to get out. The river pushed hard underneath, trapping him in the current, and with the shoes he had on, he couldn't gain enough friction against the ground to keep himself steady against the current pushing him away. He looked around, looking at the ice covering the water and with his body losing as much air as he was trying to hold in, he pounded against the ice, but his hands were moving too slow under the water, almost as if the gravity was worse than it was on land.

But his saving grace, his instance of magic, purely unintentional having come in a manner of emergency, was when his body seemed to start radiating heat that was hot enough to turn ice water to a boil in mere minutes, but as he moved due to the current pushing him, he finally got one foot stuck in between two big boulders and it was within reach to the ice ceiling above him, yet, unfortunately for him, he was starting to feel like he was losing his consciousness, the world blurring around him and he blacked out. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground besides the river, another person having seen him trapped, holding fishing gear for some reason, was waking up Buck as Buck sputtered out the water that he had intook with compressions against his chest.

Buck mumbled, "What?" His words weak, the cold air coming through was not helping him feel any warmer and dry. "What happened?" The man didn't know, all he knew was he saw Buck floating in a circle of ice that was beginning to melt around him.

Buck had deducted that what happened must've been magic because, if that man didn't save him perse other than getting him out of the water, then who did? It had to have been magic. He had no other explanation.

When he went back to his icelandic family home that his father put him at, he wrote to his father, telling him what had happened and the only response he got back was, 'That's magic. Not sure how it happened, but that's magic. Did the guy who saved you see? If so, I need to alert the Ministry of Magic.'

All Buck had to say was, he didn't know. For all the man could've known was that Buck fell into that and almost drowned in that specific area, or maybe happened to reemerge at that spot, the stuff that science can explain without a doubt, the stuff that seemed logical.

But of course, Buck was not sure. His icelandic family didn't know, but they would find out that he was going to Durmstrang, because he got his letter of acceptance, and was not able to go to whatever school they had planned for him to go to in the fall. He was going to a school of magic.

Well, to further add onto Buck's cluelessness about the family, they were actually Buck's family. They had magic. They were witches and wizards. When he got his letter, they all cheered. They seemed to act so normal for so long, and they knew he was with his biological father, who was a wizard, so why did they act so.. muggle for some time? Why were they just now coming out about it?

It hurt him. It hurt him that he was led to believe an illusion and his own "family" didn't tell him anything. Maybe they were trying to not make him feel guilty or sad if he didn't get accepted into a school of witchcraft, or maybe they really were jerks that did want him to feel awful about it. Maybe there's another reason, but Buck? It made him upset, and he took off to his room.

(His mom is in the icelandic household but she never revealed that she was magical until he was accepted.)

- PERSONALITY
Buck learned when he was young, as unfortunate as it was for him, that to be soft, it made him a liability. Whatever warmth that he had had evaporated the very moment he read his mother's final words to him, and everything after that hardened into something sharp. No, his mother wasn't dead at the time of him reading the note, but he didn't really get to know her. He was mad he was taken away from someone that could've been very important in his life.

Buck is dangerous, less loud, but if he has to get his point across, it's to cut someone down as if with precision. He enjoys taking control of situations and of people and of outcomes. He likes to think of himself alongside Remy in the concept that if Remy is the storm, Buck is the damage left behind that leaves heartbreak and sadness and hopelessness.

He isn't incapable of loyalty, rather, he devotes himself to his brother, but he does not devote himself to his father nor anyone else who thinks that they can cool this child down. If there was a problem, he was taking someone else down with him, like a ship sinking in the dead of night with no lifeboats.

Buck finds it hard to trust, hard to forgive and he doesn't forget quite as easily. He carries grudges over the years almost as if like familial herilooms. He isn't as interested in being liked. He's not interested in being understood either. He waits to strike, like a cougar in the fields watching his prey.

- APPEARANCE
Buck is white and has light brown hair with a messy but kind of swept hair (I dont know how to describe hair guys). He has brown eyes, is 4'4" and weighs about as much as the average 11 year old with his height.

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Spotify Playlist
Remy Break's Spotify Playlist: Breaking Outta My Cage
1. Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
2. you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish
3. The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia - Reba McEntire
4. bury a friend - Billie Eilish
5. Centuries - Fall Out Boy
6. Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift
7. Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
8. bad guy - Billie Eilish
9. Believer - Imagine Dragon
10. Uprising - Muse
11. Thunder - Imagine Dragon
12. My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up) - Fall Out Boy
13. Radioactive - Imagine Dragon
14. Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin
15. The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy
16. Emperor's New Clothes - Panic! At The Disco
17. Control - Halsey
18. Heathens - Twenty One Pilots
19. Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes
20. Troublemaker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida
21. I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance
22. Teenagers - My Chemical Romance
23. Lose Yourself - Eminem
24. Cleanin' Out My Closet - Eminem
25. Just Lose It - Eminem
26. I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift
27. Fresh Out The Slammer - Taylor Swift
28. Circus - Britney Spears
29. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring
30. Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers
31. Going Under - Evanescence
32. I'm Just a Kid - Simple Plan
33.Basket Case - Green Day
34. American Idiot - Green Day
35. Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely) - P!nk
36. So What - P!nk
37. Just Like a [word] - P!nk
38. Don't Let Me Get Me - P!nk
39. Family Portrait - P!nk
40. Stone Cold Crazy - Queen
41. We Will Rock You - Queen
42. We Are The Champions - Queen
43. Complicated - Avril Lavigne
44. The Kids Aren't Alright - The Offspring

BACKSTORY

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ㅤRemy Break was born July 3rd 2014 to a woman named Wrogan. Remy was not raised on her side, rather raised at the Break home, much to his father's actual wife's displeasure. As it turned out, Remy's father had a fling while still engaged to his wife. And.. here he was, a product or consequence of this. ㅤRemy lived with his mother, Wrogan, in the British Isles Giant community, and while they slept in mountainous caves, he was also subjected to infighting, which was dangerous, so up until he reached the age of being able to learn to defend himself, at least, up to eight-ten, his mother defended him and their spot in the community.

ㅤThe community was located in the Scottish Highlands and they were ruled by a Gurg. Sure, maybe Remy heard his name before but like everything else in his life, he chose to ignore it and forget it unless he was talking to his mom. At least she stayed for him.

ㅤHe barely even knew his father! All he knew was that his mother was subjected to a one night fling and they never saw each other again.

ㅤRemy eventually learned to fight other giants alongside him for food as well. His community consisted of approximately 20 giants and in the cave they stayed in, it was cramped, violent and loud with absolutely no shred of privacy or dignity nor were there any 'family units' like normal humans would have.

ㅤEvery day up to the point he got his letter, he spent the time just throwing rocks around alongside those who were around his age. He never could throw the farthest but he always thought that if he could throw it at someone, one of these days they were bound to give him a win for once. It sucked, the concept anyways, of being the only part giant in the group. Everyone else seemed to be naturally tougher, naturally stronger, and here he was, part human.

ㅤIt didn't matter how often he flexed his muscles. It didn't matter how far he could throw another giant (which wasn't far) when they would play a game as a kid called In The Air. ITA was pretty much.. tossing a giant between other giants and trying to keep them from touching the ground. If the giant touched the ground, the person who last threw them had to switch places and be thrown.

ㅤBut Remy often was very impatient, and very aggressive. These giants didn't seem to have a shred of respect for Remy, somehow making him feel like they would replace him any second they could get. If that was how they were making him feel, he could absolutely give one of the rude giants his age a bruise on the arm just to be acknowledged.

ㅤHe was basically the community's kids's punching bag (clarification: the kids of the community his age, not the adults) and was treated as small and was not really protected other than his mother finding out and defending him when she was around. He tries to learn to survive by instinct, which gradually develops over time, even if not perfected.

ㅤEmotionally thoughhh, his only affection came from his maternal figure, his literal mother, but he was not gentle parented. He was not verbally reassured either. He knows that everything is earned through strength and stubborness, and this creates his loud, blunt and physical personality and guides to his development towards being quick to anger but also develops a small insecurity about being small among the giants.

FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC

ㅤRemy was just out playing with the others in his community when he got tired of being shoved around and picked on and it pushed him to the point where he just... snapped. He yelled out a slew of profanity their way and while he was doing so, while he was raging, one of the white sheep's wool turned fire red, and of course, he didn't notice it. He was too blind. Blind to the rage. But this was his first instance of accidental magic, fuel by anger. Pent up rage. And he just had to let it out.

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PERSONALITY

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ㅤRemy was not put here on this Earth to make friends, he most certainly was not here to play nice. From a very young age, he learned that sometimes being blunt, confrontational and unapolgoetically self serving, was probably the best choice to surviving in a world where you feel alone even if you were not. ㅤHe thrives on the friction of his interactions with other people, saying things to hurt them or to say what other people might be too polite to even say. And in a verbal altercation, he most definitely was not going to back down. He actively aims to try and find weak spots of his victims, trying to get a reaction out of them.

APPEARANCE

ㅤRemy is white, and has a swept light brown hair and almost always a smirk on his face. He is 5'0" and he weighs just a bit more than the average 11 year old. ㅤHis preferred choice of outfit is typically whatever he THINKS is intimidating but also is comfortable. This could include a greaser style outfit to the quidditch uniforms, but never the school uniform. Never the dorky outfits they would make them wear.

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Height through the years
Y1: 5'0"
Y2: 6'1"
Y3: 6'5"
Y4: 7'5"
Y5: 8'0"
Y6: 9'0"
Y7: 10.5"
Adult 1: 12.0"