Post by dolohov on Jul 1, 2013 17:31:50 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] masen perseus dolohov. seventeen. slytherin. eleven and one quarter inches, blackthorn wood, core of malboro fang. matt lanter. | |
[rs=2] | BUT YOU TREAT ME LIKE A STRANGER (nine random facts about masen) nine. he has a short attention span. - "that's just a nice way of saying that i get bored easily. hence why i'm not exactly relationship material. i find classes extremely hard to get through, especially when the professor has a mono-tone voice or doesn't know how to involve their students. it takes a lot to really capture my attention and make it stick. generally my mind is on a hundred other things i could be doing in that very minute whilst someone is telling me about something i generally don't care about. my friends and family are about the only ones that can truly capture my attention, and they get it undivided. the best way to tell that i am bored, is by the fact that i'll run my hand through my hair. its a sure sign that any minute my attention is going to go elsewhere." eight. he's confident - "being the first born out of three males has gave me the experience of never being told no. its not really a word i've heard often, if at all. whether it be from my parents, my nannies or members of the opposite sex. hell, even members of the same sex if i'm really being honest. not that i go that way, i like chicks thanks. amongst my friends i tended to be the head of the pack, having them turn to me for advice and such, though a few of them i've actually considered my equals. the funny part is my attitude, over confidence if you want to call it that, has never steered me wrong in life and actually has gotten me to where i am. meaning i'm not afraid to go after something i want, when i want it. if you haven't already noticed i can be quite shameless and will do pretty much anything to get what i want. regardless of it that means stepping on someone else's toes. besides, its better to be confident then a pushover as far as i am concerned." seven. he isn't good at expressing himself emotionally - "the only emotions i am actually good at expressing are anger and lust. only because i've never had a reason to express any other emotions. sure with my friends i can be caring but thats only with a select few people. i have a reputation to uphold and i didn't get that reputation by wearing my heart on my sleeve. i got there by being everything that i am; confident, stubborn, cruel, cunning and blunt. i refuse to actually get close to a girl again because i won't let anyone have that kind of power over me. to be able to control my emotions, no thanks. i am the only one in control of myself and that's that." six. he loves thunderstorms - "i have since i was a child. i love the way the lightening lights up the sky and is followed by earth shattering thunder. listening to the rain hit the window panes is relaxing. during a thunderstorm is probably the time you'll catch me at my mellow-est. not to mention most girls are terrified of thunderstorms, so liking them gives me an advantage. they can be quite romantic as well." five. he can be romantic - "i'll deny it if you tell anyone, but yes i can be. just ask my female friends. i'm not afraid to make grand gestures. each of my female friends have been sent flowers randomly, just because i thought they may need a pick-me-up. i'll always have a shoulder for them to cry on, regardless if i have the advice they need or not. i don't mind the occasional candle light dinner and i'm sure if i ever had a girlfriend on valentine's day she'd be blown away by the things i'd do." four. he's protective - "as i've mentioned before i keep those that i actually consider my friends close and i'll do pretty much anything for them. i'd be the first one to get into a fight for a friend, female or male. if they needed an alibi i'd be the first one to give them one, because i know they'd do the same for me. i hate to see a girl cry so if any of my female friends come to me with tears i take care of the situation. whether they want me too or not. you don't make a friend of mine cry and get away with it, that's really just the way it is. i'm well trained in the dark arts as well, so its usually a wise choice not to mess with my friends or my brothers." three. he doesn't trust easy - "trust has to be earned not given. those that i do trust, i'd trust with my life but they've earned it. yes, i have rather extreme barriers around my heart but with good reason which isn't information i give out to just anyone. i'm careful about who i talk to about certain things because people will do anything for the next juiciest piece of gossip. i'm just smart and cautious, if more people were like me then we wouldn't have as much drama we do." two. he's unmercifully blunt - "hey, if people are stupid enough to ask for my opinion then they deserve what they get. if you ask for my opinion then you better expect the truth, not some sugar coated version of the truth. generally people don't like being told that their stupid, but that doesn't prevent me from doing so. stupid people are one of my biggest pet peeves. i really can't stand them. i realize not everyone can know everything but its those that are knowingly stupid and don't do anything about it. really, would it kill them to pick up a book or two? i'd rather deal with a muggle then a stupid person and that is saying a lot coming from me. considering i think muggles are about as stupid as can be for not realizing there is more out there then just them. honestly, they need to get a clue." one. he actually has a heart - "shocking i know. given the way i was brought up, but i do have a heart in there some where. only certain people actually get to see this side of me though, its the few that i actually consider special. i mean, obviously i have a soft spot for most of my female friends but this is something completely different. one of my biggest secrets is the fact that i'm great with kids. its just something about me that they adore and i just have a way of making them smile. i'll go out of my way to cheer up one of my friends that are upset because i hate seeing them upset. i've even went as far as taking one of my friends to Brazil for La Carnival because they needed cheering up. on the outside i appear much more tougher then i actually am. many of my female friends would claim that i am a big softy, but they usually keep that to themselves. wouldn't want to ruin my bad boy image now." I DON'T WANNA LIVE THAT WAY (being raised a Dolohov) the good - "within the wizarding world, the name Dolohov, generally turns heads whenever it is spoken. given that one of our greatest ancestors is Antonin Dolohov, a man whom was one of the original Death Eaters and who single handedly tortured dozens of muggles and witches and wizards who were not supporters of Voldemort. though amongst some great wizarding families, Antonin Dolohov is most known for being responsible for killing Remus Lupin during the Battle at Hogwarts. for sharing his last name alone, we have earned a certain amount of respect and fear. my father has carried made sure to maintain our family name the way Antonin created it, preferring people to fear him then actually like him. its his belief that you get more accomplished with fear. my father is a very proud man and became even more proud by the fact that he had three sons. it meant three minds that he could make like him and eventually he could pair each of us with a more prominent daughter from another pureblood wizarding family with his same believes. having the last name Dolohov definitely has its perks though. as a child i never wanted for anything, because both of my parents made sure anything i wanted was right at my finger tips. it was the same way with both of my brothers as well. we weren't lacking in attention either because there was always a nanny close by, which its safe to say they were the ones who actually raised us children. our nannies let us get away with murder because they knew that reporting anything to our parents could be dangerous and they didn't want to loose their jobs. the only parenting skills Fredrick had was making sure his children were trained properly, and this had nothing to do with training for school. i've grown up in the life of luxury, barely ever hearing the word no. not from family members or members of the opposite sex. we Dolohov men are known for our rugged good looks, though i was lucky enough to get blessed with my mothers eyes. life as a Dolohov is by far what everyone seems to think it is but it definitely has its advantages. money, respect, fear, connections and just generally the vast population of the wizarding world knowing your name. my father has made a name for himself working at the Ministry of Magic and my mother has been dabbling in the fashion industry of the wizarding world since i was a child. both of them have the maternal instincts of a twig but they rule with iron fists and turn heads wherever they go. their children are meant to be seen and not heard unless spoken too, and we are too uphold the family name they have worked hard to maintain. we children know better then to cross our parents, even if i do tend to toe the line of what is asked of me." the bad - "being born a Dolohov isn't exactly the walk in the park everyone expects it to be. sure it comes with its perks, but things are expected of you, things that should never be expected of any child. my first word or my first steps weren't nearly as important as the first spell i mastered or the first charm i countered. at least not in my father's eyes. my father, blessed as he may be to have three sons, wanted all of us to be like him. he's always been so sure that the dark lord will rise again that its just a matter of time. since Antonin Dolohov was an extremely powerful and talented death eater, my father believes we should all follow in his footsteps and be prepared. he has trained his children to support the dark lord if he does rise again. from the moment that we were old enough to understand we were having this shoved down our throats, and quite possibly sooner. to be perfect, to speak when only spoken too. it may come in handy shall we need to handle our own but you wouldn't believe me even if i told you and gave you proof of the things he made us do. by the time we were old enough to think for ourselves the things we did felt like second nature, like breathing. none of us really relished in the idea of training, but we knew better then to talk back to our father. when most children were learning how to count or tie their shoes we were learning how to pronounce curses and getting our first wands. we were instantly taught that anything without pureblood wasn't worth our time, that Potter's, Weasley's and anything with tainted blood is as bad if not worse then a muggle. we were drilled to remember that its who we know that will get us where we want to go, not just what we can accomplish. our mother never interfered with father's form of parenting and often turned her head, to avoid what was going on. i have always been better in the intellectual part of things though. reading books far beyond my level by the time i was six and unable to get my hands on enough of them. in the free time that i did get i spent it exploring the Dolohov family library. learning more about dark magic but in a less practical way, discovering things i don't even think my father knew. though it paid of in the end for when it came time to applying myself i would use the things i had learned and impress my father. when i was younger this was a goal of mine, always trying to impress my father. aside from the training which was important to our father, the next thing was the pureblood galas and looking perfect all the time. someting that was more important to my mother, but my father as well. pureblood children are suppose to be seen and not heard, something our parents instilled in us from a very young age. we always had to look our best, something our mother especially insisted on with being a fashion designer. without a speck of dirt on us anywhere. it shouldn't be a surprise that when it came time to attend to Hogwarts that i was placed into Slytherin. i may be vastly loyal to those i consider friends, and have the mind of a Ravenclaw but my blood status and my way of thinking instantly makes me a Slytherin." the tainted - "only the Dolohov's are hardly as perfect as they'd like everyone to think. we may look like one happy family but that is hardly the truth. Fredrick Dolohov likes being in complete and utter control of his life, his children aren't sparred from this either. he has attempted to keep me on my toes by telling me that he has eyes everywhere and knows what i am doing at all times, but even i know that isn't true. though, as a child i didn't and actually feared my father to a great extent. there are some things in my teen or rather Hogwarts years that i have gotten away with that i definitely wouldn't have if my father knew about them. behind closed doors the Dolohov's are as dysfunctional as they come. my father with his god complex and my mothers knack for ignoring what is going on in front of her doesn't help. nevermind having three male children all born within a year of one another, each of us more competitive then the next. that is a lot of testosterone in one household, especially with my father's genes involved. we are hardly the close knit family that my mother makes us appear to be on the outside. naturally though my brothers are my brothers and i'd do just about anything for them. where my brothers and my friends are concerned, i am extremely loyal and protective. Fredrick Dolohov will do whatever he needs to do to ensure that his sons marry into a good family. after all, the Dolohov name is a well respected one within the wizarding community and he has plans for his sons. he will interfere no matter the cost, especially when it comes to me. being the eldest son i am expected to be the first one to carry on the family name. he doesn't care if it taints our relationship because we don't really have a relationship to speak of. he knows i respect him because he is my father but that is the extent of it. he likes to interject his opinion whether i want it or not, and its usually the ladder. due to the fact that my father and i have such similar personalities we clash on a daily basis. my father may know what i am capable of, but he is also the one that will push me no matter what the consequences may in some ways i know he is proud of the man i have come because in some ways i am exactly the man he wanted me to be, especially since he thinks he has had a hand in it. perhaps in some way he has but he is most definitely responsible for all the bad parts of my personality. it was everything my father put me through though that landed me the wand that i have. its eleven and one quarter inches long, made of Blackthorn Wood with the core of Malboro Fang. Malboro Fang is a rare core but very good in the use of Dark Magic. with all of my father's training when i was younger, dark magic is all i really knew until i started at Hogwarts. its has been both a blessing and a cruse. i am extremely talented when it comes to curses that i shouldn't even know about, as well as knowing how to defend myself. its something you learn quickly when you have a father who is well trained throwing curses and hexes at you that you don't even understand. there are many of times that i went into this so called training with my father and woke up in my room not knowing how i got there. however, i'll never forget the day that i finally got the chance to do to my father what he had been doing to us. he had come at my youngest brother with a very strong cruciatus cruse and the moment i heard my brother scream i snapped. i gave my father everything i had, which wound up with him in a heap on the floor bruised and banged up, breathing but unconscious. he knew from that moment on what i was truly capable off when pushed. though my father can hardly take all the credit because it is with my understanding that Antonin Dolohov was quite the talented wizard. he had mastered non-verbal magic, created his own curse and was an extremely skilled dueller. all traits that i hope to achieve myself one day. i received my wand from Ollivander's and even he wasn't that surprised by which wand had chosen me. 'the wand chooses the wizard mr. dolohov and this particular wand must sense great things from you for its very rare indeed.' were his exact words to me. my wand found me and i make sure to achieve the most with it that i possibly can." ITS AN ACHE I STILL REMEMBER (introducing miss danica krum) "the feelings that i have went through with Danica Krum, range from disdain, to adoring, almost love and then to hatred. i never thought one girl could make me feel so many things but she definitely proved me wrong. when i first met Danica Krum at the young age of nine, it was at a Quidditch Game. it should be no surprise that both of our families were in a VIP box, since my father expects the best and her father is a Quidditch legend. at first i didn't think much of her, after all i didn't know many girls who knew a thing about Quidditch. i was pretty sure that Krum was going to be disappointed in having a daughter as a child because that meant having no one to carry on his legacy. however, she was the first girl to actually make me willingly eat my own words. that's not something i admit too easily either. when we both started at Hogwarts and were seperated into our seprate houses, it didn't surprise me that she got put into Gryffindor. what did surprise me was that she made her house quidditch team in her first year. i ate my words that day, she impressed me beyond belief. from that day on, i did my best to make it up to her and we became close friends. always flirting with one another but never really taking things further. that was until our fifth year, when a single kiss turned into us dating. it was the first relationship i had ever been in, and low and behold it was going to be my last. naturally my father didn't approve of me dating a Krum, but by that point in my life my father's thoughts on how i acted didn't really matter to me. things were getting pretty serious between us too, we dated from my fifth year to half way into my sixth year. she was the one girl that actually kept my attention from straying to other girls, because i honestly thought i had everything i wanted in her. she was stubborn, smart, loyal and had a temper that i was more then happy to help her calm down from. she kept me on my toes and i adored her. its one of those things that you can't really put into words how i actually felt about her because it just wouldn't do it justice. i hadn't actually told her i loved her, but i was close. that was of course until the night just after Christmas Break. her friends had taken her out for an evening, which i was fine with because i trusted her. besides, i had a night planned with the guys. neither of us knew that we would wind up in the same place though. i arrived a bit later then Danica, and merlin do i regret ever showing up. i had walked in the door of the club and the minute i did my eyes found her. she never ceased to take my breath away and make me smile. i was heading over in her direction, just to say hey not ruin girls night out or anything, when a guy suddenly came up to her. by the way he was acting he seemed to know her quite well because within a few minutes he was quite literally all over her. all i could do was just stand there and watch because it didn't seem as though she was fighting him at all. her friends all seen me and my friends quickly got me out of there because they know what my temper is really like. the next day we had one hell of a fight, it could probably go down as one of the loudest fights in history. she denied that she cheated on me, saying she was trying to push him away. i knew what i saw though and would have none of it. she even went as far as to blame my father, saying he was out to try and break us up. now i know better then anyone of what my father is capable of but i refuse to believe he would stoop to that level. even if he didn't agree of my relationship with Danica, i didn't want to think he could do something like that. things ended between Danica and I that day and its been ugly ever since. we can't be in the same room without arguing, our paths can barely cross without it getting ugly. part of me wanted to believe that this girl i had given my everything too couldn't do that too me but it was hard to ignore what i saw with my own two eyes. she is the only girl that has ever been able to make me jealous. i may say i don't want her anymore but that doesn't mean i want other guys to have her either. her screw up though only made me available for every other girl, and i don't mind proving that to her every day." |
HOLLY. TWENTY SEVEN. FIVE PLUS. (credit of picture to tillie @ caution 2.0) |