Rodion Makarovich Koldovstoretz

Sta 10 | Eva 8 | Str 7 | Wis 9 | Arc 6 | Acc 8

+1 from Quidditch Win
+1 from Quidditch Win
+1 from Quidditch Tie

Is your character a broom racer?
No
Is your character a duellist?
Yes
Is your character a quidditch player?
No

Special Ability

Charmer

Outside his home environment, Rodion was known to be a friendly, good kid, always excelled in his academic and always offer a helping hand to people. He is good with his words, very articulate, always appeared to be an educated person, and almost can fit in in every group of people. At school, he is known as the social butterfly, a very confident but not the braggy type, everyone knew who he is (but not his background story). If people outside his family are asked to describe him, they will say the same thing repeatedly, that he is indeed a very charming person. His physical appearance is one of the supporting factors. A friendly smile with a kind eye always painted on his face, at least when he is around people. People gave him a lot of attention that he deeply craved because he did not get any from his parents. Often being complimented of his looks and academic achievement, he will react like “Oh, I’m not that great like you think I am” when the reality is that he wants people to constantly worship his greatness “Oh, yes I’m amazing, please compliment me some more.”
He knows exactly what to say in every situation he’s in, which made people draw into him some more. Manipulate people have always come easy to him like it was his nature. Even though he seemed to be nice to everyone, he will pay more attention to those who he thinks will give him advantages in life, whether it was power, or a good impression in public faces. He can make the most introverted person be comfortable with him, some even spilt a secret or two, which he would use if needed. He will tell people his fake happy or sad stories, depending on the situation and the person he talks to, just to make others think he is a relatable person. People think he’s an open book, but they knew nothing at all.
Despite all of the good things people say about him, he is a very insecure kid who just want his parents’ approval. His desperation to be equal or more than his twin sister is his biggest and deepest desire which he will probably never get. His ‘happy’ and ‘kind’ façade are just a cover up for his insecurities and miserable home life. While some people could see through it, it does take times to do because he is very calculated and careful with his action.

WC : 415

Spell Spread

Medium low threat.

If it wasn’t because of that shitty Hogwarts publication, he wouldn’t have been in that room for hours. Thank you to his dear cousin for the poorly drawn map, the room of requirement was his for the day even if it took him half of the day to find it. And there he stood surrounded by mannequins who were ready to be burnt by his rage. “Incendio” Spells after spells thrown at them, how terrific it would be if those inanimate objects were that article writer.

Doesn’t seem to have the edge.

They didn’t know what he was capable of, therefore, none of the words in that article could be deemed valid. Then why did such a meaningless thing take a toll on his pride? He felt ashamed. That much distress caused him to be resentful. Every little thing that passed him got on his nerves ever since. He was angry at the writer, the ickle first years and their snotty little faces, the breakfast food for being too salty, the cold air that seemed to mock him. And the innocent mannequins were getting the impact from all of those animosity. “Incendio!” Flare of fire emitted from his wand. One dummy burst in flame, then another one, so on and so forth. But none were fitting the quality he wanted to achieve. All were below remarkable.

Like what Aurora always said, maybe he tired himself out. He hated the fact that she might be right. Not her, not that writer, no one. If exhaustion was all it takes to be the winner of the hexwizard, he will go beyond what is required. He wanted to win, he had to. He gripped on his wand harder, imagining that headliner staff’s face as the target. Yet, he couldn’t. Instead, his father’s figure was in his head, shouting how unworthy he was. Was he able to find happiness after getting rid of his own son? Whilst Rodion wanted to gain back his respect, was it wrong to say that he also wanted to erase his existence, leaving only his name?

“INCENDIO!”

It split.

He watched the spell split midway, hitting one dummy and the wall. A new knowledge, magic can mitosis somehow. The accuracy was far from perfection. His surprised expression was replaced by a smirk. At least he knew that if he could master it, this would be a game changer. Though, he had to figure out the answer to this one question. How to control it?

Concentrate, take a deep breath.

After what felt like days, one failure after another, backfired spells that caused him to accidentally burn himself. It finally worked again. It wasn’t a flawless journey, but he did it. Two spells shot in different directions, hitting two mannequins perfectly. Then he watched them burn in awe like a maniac. Underestimation is a power by itself. Now that no one saw him as a threat, maybe he could use it as an advantage.

Let me show you what a medium low threat looks like, then, you’ll be begging for mercy.

WC: 513

Perfectionist

Study, practice, study, practice. All repeated by itself as the time went on for eternity. The only reason was to gain back what he lost, to be seen as a son by his parents and not just a great feasibility to strip away the family’s reputation either slowly but surely or in one single swipe. But lately it turned into a habit, then an obsession. Who had time to play meaningless games? Tic tac toe on the ground, whispers of rumours that were most likely true, holding hands on the corridors and telling each other how adorable they were. Not that he didn’t want to, he just felt guilty when he walked on that path. It felt as if he was wasting the limited time to be one step ahead of others. He focused on details in a big picture, meticulously pointed out the flaws in everything. The way he dressed, spoke, how his uncle prepared the food during the breaks, how other students carelessly did their school works, whilst some might think those were acceptable, he could make a whole list consisting of excruciating mistakes he and others made. Overworking his own body just to achieve the overly high standard he set upon himself was nothing out of ordinary. With the previous massive duel loss constantly played in his head, another loss will not be tolerated. He’d rather eat hundred of rotten eggs instead of standing there accepting his loss. The audacity of those hag warts students to be better than him, it should be illegal. So he practised and practised, and practised. Wand movements needed to be the exact same as the book described. Each spellcast needed to be immaculate according to his taste, otherwise the training day would never end. Too weak or too strong of a spell illustrated how incompetent he was, everything needed to be just right.

His nitpicking tendency was not only in his academic and duelling side. One thing that he loved to do in the meantime was crocheting. If he noticed some parts were too tight or too loose, even just a tiny bit, he’d scrap and redo it until he got the result he wanted. Some might say he was a perfectionist. To him, that word was a little too extravagant with negative connotations. He liked to see him as an ambitious person who knew what he wanted and would legalise anything to get it. Though it was good to have fuel, his unrealistic goals will do him more harm than good.

WC : 421