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Faceclaim: Maarten Convens	Male | 14 | Pureblood | Portuguese/Italian | Fourth Year KHEANU MARAVILHO MONDELEZ "Your discomfort fuels me. I unsettle you, and that's exactly how I like it."
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APPEARANCE

Durmstrang Institute is a wizarding academy that values propriety along with hyper-masculinity and strength in its boys (though, most times, it does extend to females, as well). Kheanu aims to toe this line. Contrary to the norms the school imposes on its male population, the Mondelez boy actively chooses to emphasize his delicate limbs, pale pearlescent skin, and feminine features in everything that he does. His wavy locks, shoulder-length before entering Durmstrang, fall far down below the waist of his school uniform--the red material it was made of, stark against his strawberry-blonde hair and nearly-translucent skin. Clothes have to be sewn to fit his lithe frame lest the standard sizes drape poorly over him. The curve of his waist and the lines of his shoulder cascade beautifully into a delicate triangle among his fashion choices, furthering his androgynous appearance.

PERSONALITY

Whether by nature or nurture, Kheanu simply likes flustering anybody he comes across; knuckleheaded jocks, most especially--and there were a lot of that at Durmstrang. His appearance usually draws many of said people to him and he adores watching them question their identity under his piercing, clear-eyed gaze, or bluster in front of him as he breaks their tiny little hearts to even tinier little pieces. He especially likes the times when they confuse him for a female--playing the shtick up dramatically before tearing their illusion to shreds in his most mocking, cutting tone. His crowd of adoring fans saves him the bother of being bullied for his weak external appearance so he doesn't mind stringing them along.

He already breaks so many conventions and he isn't afraid to do so, some more. Many people approach him with an idea of who he is in mind already--and the Mondelez boy squashes them under his heel as they watch. Some see his beauty and underestimate the brain. Some people see his seemingly-fragile stature and underestimate the savagery and brute magical strength that hides behind his eyes.

Some see the beautiful, alluring prey and forget the predator.

Having an opinion of Kheanu before even meeting him will be the first--and last--mistake anyone will ever have.

The fourteen-year-old boy is one who favors talking in a honey-sweet voice, his insults and mockery hiding discreetly behind his drippingly-saccharine timbre. The Mondelez boy does everything he does as if a spotlight was constantly beaming on him--and in some way, it was. No one was safe from his peculiar appearance and his puzzling attitude.

Similar to a Venus Flytrap, Kheanu lures you in and snatches you right up in his fingers to manipulate in whatever way he wants when given the chance to do so.

BACKSTORY

"You're useless!"

"You're nothing if not for your family."

"You're too soft!"

"Why can't you be like a normal boy?"

These are words that Kheanu grew up hearing from his young peers all throughout his early childhood, and in time, the boy found out his parents have no attention to spare to deal with the dalliance and sufferance of their second child. At his young age, he had thought this fair. His parents had a business empire in Portugal to manage and his older brother--his only sibling--needed the extra attention for his future place on that throne.

The boy was glad.

He was indeed useless, nothing if not for his family, too soft, and not like other boys. But he didn't have to meet anybody's standards. It was his poor brother that had to be poised, proper, and perfect. Kheanu saw the burden put on Nikolai and he thanks his fates for not subjecting him to the same rigid limits as he does. He loved his brother so much, and looking at the older boy who was growing up to be a mindless clone of his parents was not a pretty thing. Nikki was more than that. He was witty, funny, and always said Kheanu was perfect just the way he was: delicate features and all. He wouldn't know it yet but his parents have taken the light out of the older boy's eyes. All he knew was that Nikki didn't really see him all that often recently and whenever he does, very rarely, he wasn't really feeling well--at least, not enough to laugh that loud anymore.

All Kheanu knew was that he didn't want to be in his brother's shoes.

Though unconscious of it, the lithe boy did starve for attention because of this. And over the years, he found out where he could acquire it.

You see, as Kheanu grew, so did his ethereal beauty. Granted, his family did not miss out on the genes department, but the otherworldly appearance the boy held only grew ever striking as time goes by.

As if by magic, those children who have uttered cruel words to him started to bend under his clear-eyed gaze, going so far as to do anything just to get his approval. It didn't matter to him that most of these were boys, all he was focused on was the power he held in his hands at that very moment. It felt good having them in the palm of his hands, and it was much more enjoyable when he gets to step on their egos and self-esteem on his refusals to honor their efforts with his precious attention.

These boys, once tormentors, will do everything in their power for him--disappointed, gutted even, when refused his approval. What once was the thing that they bullied him for, was now his greatest weapon.

He was useless. He was nothing without his family. He was too soft. He was not like other boys.

And they loved him for it.

They craved for him to love them back.

All of it. All of them. All for him.

And what a terribly awesome power it was to hold.

Kheanu didn't need an empire to level cities. His smile, his laugh... his beauty, was enough to get him what he wants.

Durmstrang, his father's wizarding school and the wizarding school of his family for generations, wasn't ready for him.

Quidditch Player? No. Definitely not.

Approved

Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez
An Otherworldy Vision in Blonde

STATS
Stamina: 13
Evasion: 0
Strength: 0
ArcPower: 20
Wisdom: 15
Accuracy: 19

TOTAL = 67 (60 + 7 from Duel Wins as Dmitri)

Extracurricular: Broom Racer

LOVELY CREATURE

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When Kheanu walks into a room, people cannot help but stare.

Already, in the early stages of his young life, this trait was well on its way to manifesting--an otherworldly vision in blonde he was starting to become. The boy was the nephew any aunt and uncle would spend a fortune on Christmas gifts for, the star of every family gathering, and the envy of cousins and strangers alike.

Some say it's genes, some say it's fate--but everyone can all agree on one thing: Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez is beautiful.

For most of his formative years, this has proven to be quite an asset. He was always the most well-liked kid in his muggle classroom--both by his classmates and teachers. The boy can get away with murder if he only flashed his brilliant smile right after. But as young as he was, Kheanu was just pleasantly happy they were paying attention to him.

At that age, with his background as a second child in a family of business moguls that has already born its heir, the boy was already aware he wasn't going to get it from home any time soon.

So he lived vigorously through the attentions of his peers. And when Kheanu realized the profound effect he had on people, he just craved it more and more.

Now, with his long hair, delicate limbs, and soft-spoken honeyed voice, the boy garnered notice like a burning flame to a flight of moths. Kheanu regularly used his ethereal, androgynous appearance to coax a reaction from strangers--both male and female--delighting in the deliberate way heads turned and eyes narrowed when he walked past. It afforded him certain advantages his other unprepossessing peers at Durmstrang would otherwise not have.

Everyone played into the palm of his hands--and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Most people were skeptical of beauty even when they fall under its spell--they see beautiful creatures as feeble and fragile.

But that's what Kheanu wants them to think.

Because behind his soft words and delicate appearance was a formidable spellcaster and a ruthless tactician. A master manipulator, the boy is not above using his appearance as his greatest tool--people satisfying his whims with only his bright smile as sufficient reward.

Kheanu read about carnivorous plants once, in his family home's vast library. He learned about how they attract prey with their sweet scents and inviting appearances; how it was only when it was too late that their victims realized they fell wholly and cleanly in a trap born out of their own folly.

And he thought it was wonderful.

TERRIBLE PRESENCE

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People would not know how to explain it, but there is something about Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez that unsettles them.

A boy of unusual beauty, the second son of the Mondelez empire takes otherworldly to a whole new level. There is this certain presence--a sort of unseen vacuum--that emanates from the teen when he crosses the threshold. It causes a very confusing sensation--most who notice his presence do not know for sure whether to take him all in his glory or avert their eyes from his stark beauty and intense, icy gaze.

Kheanu was so inexplicably beautiful, and it scares all of those that lay their eyes on him.

Of course, the boy was aware of this--and he revels in all of it.

He rejoices in every reaction his appearance can invoke in the people who surround him--whether positive or negative.

Let them swoon in his presence and let them cower under his gaze. Let them leave with a broken heart or let them leave in a daze.

Whether he liked to acknowledge it or not, it was all born out of the neglect he suffered from his parents. Sure, he was all provided with more than he could ever want, and was cared for by more than enough people under his family's employ--but he never got what a child innately wanted in his younger years: the love and attention of his mother and father.

There was a hunger--a craving--for his parents' acknowledgment. However hard he tries to ignore and deny it; it was there. It was as much a part of him as his pulchritude. And if not for his uncharacteristically loving and patient older brother, Nikolai, Kheanu would have resorted to more self-destructive ways of gaining his parents' attention.

As it stands, the boy now capitalizes on the face he was born with to win over other people, and so far, he has been highly successful. Though he attends a wizarding school that values masculinity, Kheanu deliberately sets himself apart, favoring neither a male- nor female-presenting appearance (and especially likes making people question their sexuality).

They say people fear what they don't know--that people fear what they do not understand.

Maybe that was why Kheanu shakes them so.

And they were right to be cautious.

Because behind those bright eyes and perfect teeth was a boy who knows what he's doing, and a boy who is not above using it to his advantage.

A predator's mind in a prey's alluring body.

EVASIVE MANEUVERS

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For someone so adept at avoiding his personal problems, it comes as no surprise that Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez is excellent at dodging incoming attacks from his foes.

Though, to be more precise, it might be appropriate to credit it to his family's Foil fencing background.

You see, the Mondelez, for countless generations, has cultivated its renown for the fencing arts. It is something quintessentially European, and Kheanu's ancestors may have been part of the pioneers of the art. Both of his parents were masters of the form, and Kheanu can confidently say this was one of the few things he was better at as compared to his older brother. But although he has bested Nikolai at their countless practice runs in their parents' presence, none of his talents received more than the customary curt nod of his mother and father.

In hindsight, this definitely affected the boy for countless years to come--having nothing worthy of acknowledgment from his parents. Not even the one thing he was better at than his brother--their favorite child.

Foil, as a fencing art, required its practitioners to be just as excellent at dodging as they are at aiming. Only the torso can be a valid target in this form of fencing: not the arms, not the legs, and definitely not the weapon hand.

As such, it is not really surprising that some of the most well-renowned wizard duelers in Italy were Mondelezes.

Not only did the sport hone your accuracy and focus to astonishing levels, but it also built your skill of outmaneuvering your opponents. It was a practice worthy of being treasured, as accuracy and evasion constitute a significant part of the recipe to be a great wizard.

For the foreseeable future, one would be able to note a certain gracefulness and sword-fighting-like quality to the way Kheanu casts his spells, whether offensive or defensive. His spellcasting stance--body in a straight line relative to his opponent--is reminiscent of his fencing form. As such, he reduces his size as a target, making it easier to dodge any incoming attacks.

Of course, it helps that the boy possesses a tall, lithe build--more graceful telephone pole than not.

For all intents and purposes, Kheanu is a challenging target to hit, and--people will know soon enough (and a little too late) once they fall on the other side of the boy's wand--a formidable opponent to face off against.

KEEN EYE

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If anyone ever encountered Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez, the first thing they would immediately notice—aside from the fact that the boy was beautiful, almost too beautiful to be human, even—was the blonde Italian's impeccable taste in clothing. Of course, that is only during the times when the Durmstrang boys are out of their uniform about a few times each year. Still, even with the crisp, starched, red suit prescribed—no, enforced—for every male and male-presenting populace of the Russian wizarding academy to attend classes, Kheanu manages to make it look chic time and time again.

You would never be able to see this particular Durmstrang student in the same piece of clothing, shoes, or accessories outside his school uniform. In fact, he might even actually have the most extensive personal wardrobe in the school because of this—the only one provided with a walk-in closet, at least. He would rather curl up and die than repeat a Jean Paul Gaultier outfit.

Kheanu was only provided these generous concessions because he has proven time and time again that he was indeed an impeccable student gifted in magic and academia. Having wealthy, mega-capitalist, distant parents who donated a significant amount to the school might also have something to do with it—but that's beside the point.

What qualities the boy possessed was a dangerous combination—good looks and a good sense of fashion. Precisely why the boy makes proper use of both to get what he wants.

In this day and age, only a few things can get a boy straight to the top, and Kheanu's keen eye was one of them.

It wasn't as simple as just a meticulous eye for weave or fabric, nor was it just as shallow as a mere glance at a six-digit price tag. Because as they all say, "the devil's in the details," and what was Kheanu Maravilho Mondelez, if not the human embodiment of details?

This highly specialized vision aids the boy in not only finding out if a piece of garment you were wearing was a genuine vintage from Renaissance Europe and call you out on wearing an imitation if otherwise, but it also helps him see the complexities of a situation and address it accordingly in his clever ways.

It makes the already-cunning manipulator that he was even more formidable.

And indeed, the boy was just an amalgamation of qualities that could either make a legendary political diplomat or a charismatic villain. It was only just up to the people around Kheanu that would dictate what he becomes in the end.

PERFECTIONIST

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For someone who has been forced to conduct himself in a certain way since a very young age, Kheanu does not seem to look like he minded.

And if you did ask him to be honest, he would definitely tell you it did not. Not at all.

The tall, striking young lad appreciated the existence of a box that he could confine himself to and flourish while doing so. It was as if you were given the space and its bounds, and it was up to you to make the most out of it.

And make the most of it, he did.

Kheanu grew up to be a stickler for details and execution, going so far as to outright reject anything he deemed inferior or imperfect as something not deserving of his precious attention. For the Mondelez heir, he has always just been provided the best that money can buy, and he definitely feels that perfection is owed to him as a common standard.

This not only extended to his passion for garments, fashion, and artistry (and for the most part, this did make up quite a major portion of his life and personality barring fencing), but for his selection of peers and "friends" he chose to keep, as well.

The lucky few that he let orbit his vicinity were all handpicked for their status, fashion tastes, class, and even smell.

There was a formula for compatibility: compatibility is whatever Kheanu proclaims as satisfactory.

This propensity for perfectionism only ever benefited the boy in the long run. It showed in his impeccable form as he thrusts the fencing point at his opponents' headgear. It showed in the way success came to him as quickly as it did in Durmstrang Institute as one of its top students.

And most especially, it showed in the way he carried himself with utmost grace and dignity wherever he may be.

It was simply an instinct honed through years and years of living the life of a Pureblood business mogul's heir.

A life such as his demanded he is impeccable at a moment's notice. The walls had eyes and ears, and for a businessman's son, one wrong move could spell his family's downfall. People could take it as something shallow and worldly, but Kheanu thought it was a disservice to anyone who laid their eyes on him if he wasn't impressive.

It was wrong of him to deprive the world of only the best from him. Because where else would everyone get it from?

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IMPARTIAL

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The thing with being born beautiful is the difficulty of finding someone worthy of it.

Kheanu Maravilho grew up having everyone in the immediate vicinity wrapped around his fingers. And early on, the boy knew just how useful that power is. Most people might find it unusual for a child to grow up to be a stickler for self-care and pampering, but for the Mondelez heir, it was just a part of what made him uniquely… Mondelez.

Whether it be multi-step skincare routines, or the best products galleons can buy, the boy has mastered it swiftly and with great skill. For what else could be his greatest weapon but his pulchritude? And wield this weapon he did.

The Mondelez' business empire simply did not give him a choice.

Not that it bothered him one bit.

Kheanu took to beauty, lifestyle, and fashion as most babies took to blankets or pacifiers.

In cutthroat and cruel environments such as both the Muggle and Wizarding world of business and trade, appearances were everything. A pristine stature begets respect. A clean, clear face or an updated hairstyle could be the difference between a trade deal or an unprofitable contract. And for a second son, he was all too happy to use his appearance to further his own—and his older brother's—agenda.

Everyone's eyes were on them all the time. Might as well give them a show.

This was an attitude that he has carried even as he enrolled in Durmstrang for his sixth year of wizarding education. Kheanu's unapologetic use of the assets he possessed made sure that the he was able to take every advantage available to him to push him greater than everyone else. Even going so far as to exploit this advantage over his unwitting peers for his own benefit.

Which was why it was particularly hard for him to find someone else that could impress him.

For what could be more impressive than the creature he can see in the mirror every single day?

Years of meticulous care yields results.

And none as fabulous as his.

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For all his talk of beauty and vitality, there is only really one thing Kheanu holds more important than anything else. He'll make sure that once his lovely older brother stepped up to take his rightful place as the head of the Mondelez empire, he'll be Nikolai's greatest asset.

And if that meant his eyes never had time to fall on someone else deserving of his attention, then so be it.

Besides, no one has reached his standards thus far.

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