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The bird is relatively short in stature with a long tail and broad wings, necessarily for maneuvering through dense forest areas. Goshawks tend to show clinal variation in colour, with most roaming further north donning a snowier white plumage, growing paler and nearing light blue as they age. Their ochre eyes develop from pale-yellow as they grow, with a characteristic white supercilia.
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❝ ʟʏʀɪᴄꜱ ʟʏʀɪᴄꜱ ʟʏʀɪᴄꜱ ʟʏʀɪᴄꜱ ʟʏʀɪᴄꜱ. ❞ ═════════════════════════════════════
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wis 15 ; arc 14 ; acc 11 .
perfectionist i ; perfectionist ii ; prodigal charms ; ability 4 ; ability 5 ; wandmaker ; ability 7 ; ability 8 ....
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𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐘 | behind the counter
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𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐘 | behind the counter
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x | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ; DANE DEHAAN.x Arkady is a man of moderate stature, with a gaunt complexion and lean frame. His mousy blonde hair falls charmingly like a nest upon his head, ruffled yet still appearing presentable. When tucked back, a small magical scar is visible on his left ear from a duel eons ago — a gift from a friend, in a way. He has a notable beauty mark under his lip and deep eyebags. Their darkened, almost bruise-like hue emphasise his striking powder blue eyes. All together, his appearance would make any man look a bit somber and unapproachable, but Arkady's warmth permeates every feature of his being. His gentle, fond smile melts away the years from his face, lifting whatever silent burdens the man has carried. What might alarm those who have only seen the endearing front Piecyk displays, is the array of hidden tattoos the man wears beneath his boyish sweaters and shirts. His back and right arm are dotted with vintage ink illustrations, as if taken from the ceilings of the Sistine, or a timeless novel. These classical prints inspired by mythology and scripture are juxtaposed with bold, cursive writing — "Penitent", across his shoulder blades. All of this artwork lays out of sight save for a few rare summer days, although occasionally you might spot ink lines peeking out from under his sleeves or on the back of his neck. |
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𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐘 | behind the counter
 SCENE 02.xBACKSTORY. x════════════════════════PLACE OF BIRTH ; Olchowiec, Poland Arkady, despite being born to a pureblooded witch and a muggle-born wizard, was raised without an ounce of magic in his life. The story of his conception was an embarrassing affair. His father had been long sent away from home to study all sorts of unholy malarky, only returning at 17 to break the news. He had fathered a son. Arkady's grandfather refused to have another child corrupted by his good-for-nothing son, he took the burden off their hands. The couple eloped and never turned back. Brought up by his muggle grandfather, a formidable man and devoted Catholic priest, Arek spent his early years in rural Poland, Olchowiec, serving the church. He was a bell ringer, a choir boy, an altar boy, you name it. His life revolved around this tiny community, and the Lord above. It was a sanctuary as much as it was a prison. Isolated from the modern world, Arek devoured physical media, learning about life beyond through old films and vinyl records left behind by his father. |
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FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC ; During his congregation's regular Eucharist, he stepped up to his grandfather to take the blood and body of Christ. He avoided the man's reproachful gaze as he shuffled on the spot. In his wisened ten years of age, he could not understand how anyone could stand the taste of wine. He balked at the idea of talking a sip, looking at his shoes. His grandfather hissed at him to 'hurry up, boy' and, swallowing his discomfort, Arkady reached for the goblet. As he touched the chalice, the red liquid clouded and shifted colour, from an opaque burgundy to clear pale yellow. Arkady had hardly noticed until he took a sip, tasting sweet apple. His grandfather staggered in shock, a deep scowl etching lines on his mangled face. Heresy. Had he forsaken God or performed a miracle? Displeased that his grandson turned out the same as his own offspring, Father Piotr unleashed a cold midwinter over their already taut relationship. In spite of the man’s efforts in keeping Arkady under his roof, letting him go became easier than living with him. He had grown to be a sight the old man could no longer bear. The boy attended the Durmstrang Institute for the first five years of his education.
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He despised it there, despite possessing a natural affinity for Martial Magic. During his five-year tenure at Durmstrang, Arkady never truly got along with his peers. They were an abrasive bunch, excelling and pushing themselves to near insanity in the pursuit of greatness. Many dabbled in the Dark Arts, under the tutelage of their professors. The practice left a bitter taste in the boy's mouth. It was a terrifying prospect, to venture so close to darkness like that and walk amongst children his age who championed it. To desire to harm others.
YEAR 1-5.xRUSSIA.x When Arek arrived at Durmstrang, the lanky young boy was fresh out of a small rural town in the middle of nowhere, suddenly dropped into a regal frostbitten castle in this bizarre world of magical spells, sparkling elixirs and sentient plants and paintings. Everything about the place felt unholy, defying the natural order created by scripture. However, Arkady felt more at home amongst other peculiar children than he ever had at the church. No longer was he stared at like a mistake. Instead, eyes glazed past him - unremarkable and painfully average.He despised it there, despite possessing a natural affinity for Martial Magic. During his five-year tenure at Durmstrang, Arkady never truly got along with his peers. They were an abrasive bunch, excelling and pushing themselves to near insanity in the pursuit of greatness. Many dabbled in the Dark Arts, under the tutelage of their professors. The practice left a bitter taste in the boy's mouth. It was a terrifying prospect, to venture so close to darkness like that and walk amongst children his age who championed it. To desire to harm others.
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HAMBURG.x─xMARSEILLE.x Upon leaving Russia at the close of his fifth year, Arkady unexpectedly found himself houseless and disowned by his grandfather, who had long become his guardian only in title rather than by blood. Unperturbed, he uprooted his life at school, packing his satchel with his few belongings and departing across Europe. Working dead-end jobs, hopping from couch to couch and living off of petty theft, the boy cut his teeth in Hamburg. From there, he was exposed to the beauty of theatre, performance, and a gruelling nine-to-five. He happened upon a boy his age, a wealthy kind-hearted pureblood who indulged Arek despite his grassroots beginnings. The pair toured across Europe with the clothes on their back and an undying thirst for adventure.ILVERMORNY ; YEAR 6-7.xUNITED STATES.x When given the opportunity to, Arkady was more than eager to uproot his life in Russia to attend a different school – something as far away as possible. His transfer to Ilvermorny was his chance at a clean state. To wipe the board clean and start afresh without the baggage he'd been carrying from Poland all across Europe. Though it was intimidating joining a cohort in his sixth year, he hoped to enter as a neutral new face, kindly acknowledged and ignored. His first day promised new ceremonies and generations of tradition, mounted on him in a flurry of people, applause and watching eyes. He was swiftly sorted into Pukwudgie and gifted a shiny new wand, a fitting companion.Studying at Ilvermorny, for a few blessed years, Arek was able to foster his love for magic and grow, slowly learning to ease into the way he was made. In his older years, he found himself gravitated to men as well as women, burning with shame, and yet he was met with acceptance. At the core of Ilvermorny’s philosophy was community and transformation; he supposed that was why he took to Transfiguration with such verve. During his short time in Massachusetts, Arkady developed lifelong friendships and matured into a shade of the man he is today. |
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... | THE ACCIDENT ; EXECUTIONER.xOf course such stability must be short-lived for an unlucky man such as himself. Upon returning to Poland after graduation, Arkady found himself entangled in a tragic accident. On an isolated misty road, too distant from humanity to get any signal or happen upon a good Samaritan, a car had swerved dodging a small animal and crumpled against the trunk of a tree. Arek had rushed outside to find the source of the sickening crunch, finding a man folded in against the protruding metal and glass. In his panic, the young man realised he was no Healer. He could heal minor abrasions, but something so complex? No. Not without fucking things up worse. All he knew was Transfiguration - inside and out. His hands trembled over the rapidly withering man, his breath growing fainter with each passing second. Gamp’s Law forbade the transfiguration of body parts. Arkady’s own hubris convinced him that he could. |
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GROUNDSKEEPER.xArek retreated into what he knew – religion. He stumbled back to his grandfather's church, tail between his leg like a scolded, beaten dog, clinging to faith like it was the only thing scaring him from the ledge. Screaming wordlessly for a way to repent, to atone for what he'd done, he completed his Confirmation and worked long days and lonely nights as the Church Groundskeeper. Trying to fill the gaping emptiness in his chest, he'd take others' secrets and confessions and hold them so they did not have to. He took the name 'Dismas', the name of the Penitent Thief that found God too late, dying with bloodied palms and acceptance in his heart. It was the encouragement and refuge found in a kind stranger that convinced him to live his life authentically — a clandestine meeting in a smokey bar that changed everything.
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HEALER ; After the accident, Arkady roamed aimlessly for a sense of purpose. A way to wash the blood from his hands and make something of all this ugliness he had pent up inside. He had tried everything; returning to the parish for half a year, swallowing down guilt and shame as the church's groundskeeper. Eventually, he knew he could no longer avoid it. His adoration for the magical arts. He set his sights instead on refining that primeval raw skill that he had tried to use that night. |
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... | ACADEMIC; Fleeing from love and life, Arkady vanished to the States once more. After settling into a safe and constant relationship, his skin itched with fear. Fear of being hurt and hurting the one he loved. And so, when he received a letter offering him a place amongst foggy city streets and snow, Arkady packed his things for Boston. There he lay on the brink of discovery and innovation, researching the subtle art of Transfiguration in the depth he dreamed of as a student. A glimpse of divinity for such a lowly mortal man. |
 EDUCATOR ; When he was offered the position of Headmaster, he couldn't believe it. He imagined he'd probably be an interim professor until someone more suitable for the role was found. After all, such a mild-mannered fellow could hardly be expected to assume a position of authority, not just over these students, but over the entire North American wizarding community. He was coaxed into the role by doting colleagues who vouched for his potential and - there he was. Slipping easily into the role as if it were made for him, Arkady, at his core, has always been a straightforward and kind man. |
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STATISTICS.
STA 10 ; EVA 15 ; STR 1 ; WIS 15 ; ARC 14 ; ACC 11
ABILITIES.
Y1. Perfectionist I— driven academic.
Y2. Perfectionist II— starving artist.
Y3. Prodigal Charms Learner— prized duellist.
Y4. Unknown— with time comes talent.
Y5. Unknown— with time comes talent.
Y6. Wandmaker— new beginnings
Y7. Unknown— with time comes talent.
ADULT I. Unknown— with time comes talent.
PROGRESSION.
ADULT I— ability instead of +5 stats.
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MINISTRY ANIMAGUS FILE.
NAME— Arkady Dismas Piecyk
SPECIES— Cottontail rabbit ; Sylvilagus Leporidae
DESCRIPTION— pure white coat, black eyes [leucism]
DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS— black spot on throat, resembling a bowtie ;
unusually sharp canines
ANIMAGUS INFO.
SIZE— small
ABILITIES— claws, bite
STATS— STA 10 ; STR 5 ; EVA 20 ; WIS 0 ; ACC 15
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WHISKEY AND WINE ; Owner to an impressive collection of vintage wines and spirits, the man tends to overindulge when feeling stagnant. Under the influence, he feels free to express himself with verve and passion, suddenly discovering the confidence he severely lacks in his sober day-to-day. A habit he one day hopes to shake, Arek wishes he did not need his liquid courage to be himself.
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THEATRE POSTERS ; During his days travelling Europe as a teenager, estranged and homeless, Arkady found refuge in theatre. He worked as a stagehand, mending props and learning cues with adoration. In his later years, he would dabble in acting, becoming addicted to the adrenaline of having an audience. He commemorates each play he stars in or sees with a poster for his collection.
VINYL COLLECTION ; A genre-defying collection, accrued over years. Some gifts, tied to fond memories of dancing in living rooms. Others reminded Arek of darker days. Still, he appreciates them equally, often opting for soulful jazz music or emotive indie ballads. INSTRUMENTS ; The offspring of his love for R&B and jazz. Well-loved and well-used. A reminder of his days at Ilvermorny, playing in a garage band. |
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