Hadrian Zuheir Ilvermorny

HADRIAN ZUHEIR

──────────────────────────── house WAMPUS • year • 5th / 16 status PUREBLOOD ──────────────────────────── ─ STM: 5 | AGI: 15 | STR: 19 | WIS: 8 | ARC: 0 | ACC: 15 ─ An adolescent of Persian and American descent standing tall at 183 cm. Dark curly hair and dark hazel eyes and a resting smolder on his face complimented with a large ego of arrogance

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─ABILITIES─── - 's Grace - Statistically Rel. - Fearless - ─────────── Broomracer: Yes Duellist: No Quidditch: No

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Reducio STATISTICALLY RELEVANT The pressure to be the best was real in the pureblood household of the Zuhiers. Hadrian was expected to excel in most things, regardless of the approach to achieving so. Only when he did, would he gain the lavish gifts from his parents. As long as he pleased, he could have everything he wanted. If not, he would have to face much scorn from them. And so, Hadrian succeeded and surpassed every sky-high expectation set for him. Whether it was academics or reputation, he outdone himself in every expect. It was the way he was trained. Built and developed. Eventually, even when he was not under his parents' radar, he would beat himself mentally when he had any slip-ups. His mind became his own enemy. Yet it pushed him, forced him to improve in every aspect. Hadrian was one who was quick to learn. Accuracy was a hard skill to learn. Hadrian realised from the start of school that this was a skill he quite lacked. It was frustrating to watch his spells miss, and the goals unscored. Having an eye naturally dominant over the other, accuracy was not his strong suit. Muggle optical could have easily solved it perhaps, but Hadrian himself pushed himself to find a solution. And so he did. Weakness was not acceptable, not in the Zuhier household. He trained hard, jumping at any chance to duel, which at times got him in some trouble. (Nothing he could not handle with prefect privileges then) He was also a chaser in his second year, a skill that allowed him to constantly work on his accuracy. The training paid off, although he is certainly unable to hit the bulleye on the dartboard 100% of the time, he is was rather accurate in other things. The strength of his arm could be considered a credit to his accuracy. Of course, aside from exceptional defenders of the goal, the quaffle passed through the hoop most of the times. His parents had high expectations of him. Any Zuheirs were adept in the arcane. The prestigious family had a long history of Aurors, this reputation Hadrian would have to live up to. In school, Hadrian did all he could to improve his spell casting and accuracy, not that he was in any way weak in the first place. In only his first year he had joined the dueling team and winning duels after duels. He sought for additional advice from professors. Eventually he improved. He had to. Reducio FEARLESS - approved Hadrian was never always fearless. As a young boy, he had been afraid of many things, even the dark and the shadows scared him to his parent’s chagrin. His parents, the Zuheirs wanted him to be a perfect child so that he might succeed them in the future. He had to possess strong traits to command those around him. Fear, it was a trait that weakened the young Zuheir. With that amount of fear, he was not cut out for the role. Despite only being a boy, his father was determined to make a man out of him. Whatever it took, even if his childhood was stripped away from him. To say the least, his father was not a very patient man, at least not in the eyes of the young Zuheir. Present, his father certainly succeeded but if there was one thing Hadrian now feared, it was his father. The intimidation the man possesses is powerful and Hadrian wishes to follow his footsteps in order to possibly become a man as significant as his own father one day. His father went to great deals to remove the stubborn fear in the child. For such a feat, his father allocated a room, where Hadrian were to face his fears every week.The room waas down in the cold basements of the Zuheir manor. The boy dreaded being in the room, it brought nothing but bad terrible memories. “It is for the best,” he always told Hadrian. At five years of age, Hadrian was locked in the room and only allowed out once he stopped weeping and acknowledged that darkness could never hurt him. Once, he was only allowed out when he had slaughted an acromantula half his size with a dagger. At first, the boy had been afraid to go near the eight legged creature but soon, after avoiding the large spider for hours, he had gotten both tired and hungry. And so his own survival instincts kicked in and he slayed the creature and he was hten allowed out. For two years, the room had been used to shape Hadrian and make him stronger. The times he visited the room got lesser as Hadrian became less fearful. Soon, Hadrian nothing could spook the teen. At 10 years old, he was as close to a fearless person as he could be. Reducio 's Grace - approved Hadrian lived an extremely privileged childhood in the Zuheir Manor. Without so much as a request, the boy was provided with everything he wanted, needed and required. As the oldest child and her father’s successor, Hadrian was free to do anything he pleased. That was until he enrolled into school. To be frank, Hadrian never liked a majority of his first year in school. His former lifestyle was suddenly stripped away. It did not matter if he held his father’s last name, he had little to no authority in the halls of Ilvermorny, at least not in the beginning. At school were rules limiting the boy from achieving things in what he saw was necessary, teaching the pudwedgie kid who called him out for a foul move during the quidditch game for example. Throughout the year, Hadrian caused but had never got into trouble. He had learnt how to manoeuvre around the hallways swiftly, crouching low under the concealment of shadows lingering in the corner as those with authority neared, slinking silently near the walls to avoid the weary patrolling prefects after curfew. Hadrian further honed his skill when he was given the role as a prefect in his second year. Boy, did he enjoy the authority that came with it. Simply, catch the shenanigans and make them do your dirty work. Hadrian delivered countless detentions. With such grace, the student never saw him coming and never got the chance to conceal whatever they were doing in the first place. Even after the school year ended, Hadrian stepped down as a prefect, despite the authority it gave him he had already established his presence in the school. He still continued utilising this skill, this time for a cause more significant. Despite Hadrian’s father currently the head of the Zuhier household and wealth, to his own direct family, had an older cousin and was entitled to inherit the Zuheir wealth. It was simply how the Zuheir tradition was, there was nothing much Hadrian or his parents could do. But ambitious he was to shove his own cousin out of this line and reign as the Zuheir successor. On one summer, his aunt and aunties came to stay in his family’s manor. Determine the young Zuheir was to find a flaw in Sharic, he began slinking into the young man’s shadows and watching him wherever and whenever he could. He moved with such grace, silence and skill. His efforts were not futile. Very soon he found a flaw. Sharic had been using the floo to travel to England very frequently that it seemed suspicious to the young boy. Unbeknownst to Sharic, he had been followed by his younger cousin. Hadrian soon discovered that Sharic had been seeing someone. A secret sweetheart, one of impure blood. Not only that, Sharic had a betrothed. Hadrian did not hesitate to rat his findings to the rest of his family who were outraged by the news. It was not long before Sharic was disowned, his last name striped from him and Hadrian then became the Heir to the Zuheir wealth. Reducio foulplay What it took to win, Hadrian would follow through. His father, Michalis'. expectations were set for no less than the best. The boy had morals, but these morals were more often than not disregarded whenever his sights were set on something: the win. Did that make him a bad person? Hadrian hope the prize brought home would distract his father from the more indecent feats took to achieve it, and it did. Praise encouraged bad behaviours and the feelings of euphoria of the win were so, so addictive. Very soon, it became a habit for the young quidditch player, one he grew good at. Sure, he was caught a few times, having to suffer repercussions but it was never severe enough to kick the habit out of him. However, it was always a lesson for him. Not to play fair, but to be more careful when he didn't. The painful nudges of elbows against ribs became more discreet and the blatches only calculated done when the distracted referee set eyes on the fast seekers zipping through the field. One by one, players fell from the skies and Hadrian was seemingly indifferent, his head was always in the game. This was what it took to win and it was not bad that he did so. At least that is what the teenage boy convinced himself. But always during the aftermath of the game, the shameful guilt followed. As much as he deserve the win, did he deserve the repercussions it took: the guilt and even shame. For Hadrian did not lack morals, he was far from a heartless young man. Those feelings weren't terrible nor were they permanent, and so the cycle continued. This style of the game continued to play, foulplay. It was never his fault the referees turned the other way when he threw his body weight at the seeker. It was never his fault for sending the keeper plummeting down in an 'accidental' collision. He did right by his team, but not much to his opponents. Through the years, he got better with practice. He knew the shadows, the blindspots of the referee, he knew the angle and direction to face to make fouls appear more discreet as if it was an accident. Less and less he got caught and more wins did his team take home. And more wins did he take back home to his Father. It was too bad Michalis only cared for what was presented and not the faults he took to get it. Reducio Reducio ───────────────────────────────────────