Marcel Cvitković / Second Year / Koldovstoretz
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  Name........................... Marcel Cvitković Year.............................................. Second Age........................................................ 13 Race.............................. Metamorphmagus Wand....................................... Unknown Residence................ Murmansk, Russia Nationality............................... Croatian  |
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Marcel Cvitković / Second Year / Koldovstoretz
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 ─────────────────────────────────── Čežnja CHEH-znyah / noun A deep, emotional state of wanting something or someone- often paired with a sense of nostalgia, or the bittersweet pain of absence. ───────────────────────────────────  |
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| xxxx | A week before Marcel’s birth, his father disappeared. It had been a quiet day in that small emergency room, looking out over the expansive Adriatic Sea in Rovinj, but Klara Cvitković had summoned just enough courage to bring her son into the world, and with that last push it seemed all the hope was drained out of her and spread onto her one son. Immediately after Marcel's birth, Klara fell into a deep depression. Barely able to take care of him, she was forced by her mother and father to move back in with them in Stari Grad. In a quaint family house just a small walk from the water, Marcel was quietly raised. His grandfather, a fisherman, spent early mornings out at sea, while his grandmother stayed home and kept the old house from falling apart. His mother was rarely home, often picking up various odd-jobs around town or hiding away at the bar until sunrise. Early on, Marcel learned that there was very little he couldn't get away with. When he wanted to go out, he would go out. When he wanted to stay in, he stayed in. He could sleep when he wanted to, play when he wanted to, no matter the time of day. Oftentimes he would find himself stumbling down to the harbor and watching for fish, his nose just inches away from the cool surface. He spent very little time engaging with the other children in town, though the island left very little space for solitude. Hidden in the shade of an olive tree, tucked behind the schoolhouse with a book, or, more often, encased in the comfort of his bed. Another thing he learned quite early was that his looks could be quite the weapon. Adults found him cute as a button. His female peers found him hopelessly attractive. Boys found him comically feminine. The older he got, the more comfortable he was using his beauty to get what he wanted. At age 9, Marcel met his father. A lazy Saturday morning had been quickly derailed by a ferocious knock at the door, followed by a terse, emotional conversation between his grandmother and a strange man whose voice he didn’t recognize. Only a moment later, a man who looked strangely similar to him came marching in. The revelation that this strange man was actually his father, and had returned to connect the boy with his magical roots, sent Marcel’s life spiraling off-course. There were exactly three days in-between the coming and the going, three days his father camped out at the hotel a few blocks down. He would come in the mornings to take Klara away, and they would walk the waterfront, chatting in low, angry voices. Marcel would watch from his bedroom window. It was the third day that Klara gave a tight nod and let her head fall in her hands. This was a relent. Giving her son away to his roots. And it had only taken her three days. It was unclear to the boy, at least at first, that the few days he had spent packing and preparing to leave home would be his last ever seeing his mother and grandparents. It wasn’t until he was long off the island, interspersed with his father’s rich descriptions of distant fields and honor, that he discovered how wizards viewed nonmagi. This was when they came to Russia. For one month, Marcel’s father worked tirelessly to educate his son on a small life’s worth of magical knowledge. He demonstrated elaborate spells Marcel had only dreamt of before, read him endless books on wizarding history. And still, Marcel rebelled. He would sneak away from lessons to lounge on the back deck, tuck the pages of old classics into his study books, do anything he could to remind his father of the betrayal he brought on by abandoning his family. Despite nearly 10 years of living a nonmagi life, blissfully unaware of the wizarding world and his magical blood, Marcel was swept away by his father to attend Koldovstoretz. After this day, Marcel developed a deep resentment for wizardry. He still attended Koldovstoretz per his father’s demand, but his commitment to a magical education was loose. He immediately gained a reputation for being notably lazy and uncaring, an unfamiliar experience for the boy who had once been neutrally regarded by his peers. |
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Marcel Cvitković / Second Year / Koldovstoretz
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xxxxx |  ─────────────────────────────────── Čarolija chah-roh-LEE-yah / noun A sense of wonder, charm, or captivating beauty. It is often used to describe a special atmosphere, a breathtaking moment, or someone's incredibly enchanting personality. ───────────────────────────────────  |
Not to drown, but to be held
by something reluctant to let go.
| xxxxx | At age 4, Marcel experienced his first encounter with magic. Klara had been convinced by her mother to take the small boy down to the beach for the evening, and she had promptly set up a towel on the sand and drifted off. Marcel, bored by his mother’s inactivity, wandered off into the water. The water stayed shallow for a ways, only reaching so far as his chin. Suddenly, though, he reached a drop-off, plummeting into the water below. He clawed violently at the surface, unable to keep his little head above the water, when suddenly, a strong wind passed through. The current carried Marcel all the way back to the beach, before the water settled back as it was. | xxxxx |
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Marcel Cvitković / Second Year / Koldovstoretz
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Marcel Cvitković / Second Year / Koldovstoretz
Marcel is sharply elegant, made of fine bones and smooth skin. His brows are thick and shaped in a unique arch, emphasizing a pair of heavy-lidded green eyes. Physically, he is lanky and soft from a life free from work. He exudes a calm, uncaring demeanor.
iNPC of Charlotte Winfield
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Marcel Cvitković / Second Year / Koldovstoretz
Marcel maintains a slow, lazy demeanor, mixed strangely alluring mannerisms. Internally, he’s bitter and unforgiving. He can hold the same grudge for years. When it comes to loyalty, he tends to be somewhat of a hypocrite. While he is inconsistent and disloyal in his own relationships, he hates when others are the same towards him.
iNPC of Charlotte Winfield
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