Hogwarts School: A Harry Potter RPG

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Sevastian Borovsky II
Gender: Male
Descent: Russian
Bloodline: Pure
Age: 18, Born July 31st, 1923


Education: 
- Durmstrang Institute, graduate of '40

Residence:
With his family in Cheshire, England

Occupation:
Currently unemployed, causing trouble and taking on small jobs when he feels like it

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
No.

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 10
• Divination: 6
• Transfiguration: 6
• Summoning: 10

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
No.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Carlo, Crow, Adriel & co..

Biography:
Sevastian Borovsky was born on a late summer night as the first child of Valeriy and Ovdotia Borovsky – only three minutes before his twin brother Stefan. The family he was born into was known to be one of the most prestigious and protected Wizarding families of Russia, and Sevastian grew up with all that entailed. Catholic elitists, proud and strong. As wolves were the family sigil, several were kept as pets also in the home of Valeriy and Ovdotia. One of the wolves named Simargl got especially attached to Sevastian from the boy was only an infant, and they came to share a strong bond.
Another bond of great strength was the one between the twins – Sevastian would always watch out for his brother, and often drag him along into mischief. Where Sevastian was bold and daring, Stefan was more thoughtful and calm. And even though their differences might have grown and proven even bigger throughout the years, their bond in blood was unyielding.

When the two boys got a younger sister, Irina, Sevastian would always try and keep a close eye on her – especially in the younger years. He would not let anything happen to her.

Family in general was utterly important to the Russian boy. He felt a great pride towards his name and always showed great respect towards his elders. Still, there was one particular family member Sevastian looked up to a great deal from an early age – his uncle Rostislav. An admiration his father Veleriy was not too pleased with. But unlike his father, Rostislav would tell great stories about the late family head – the one who Sevastian was named after – and make the boy feel like no one was stronger or better than the Borovskys. When attending Durmstrang, the young man even heard rumors that there had been involvements with the Russian Wizarding Mafia.. His curiosity was piqued..

Sevastian did rather well in school, excelling in classes dealing with the dark arts and history – the things he found most interesting. But it did not take long before the obedient demeanor began changing, and Sevastian started getting into trouble with professors and superiors – questioning things and arguing on whatever he deemed wrong or unfair. But as soon as his family was informed and his father would address the matter, Sevastian would step down. Back off. Bow his head and listen.

The young man grew into becoming quite the bad-boy in his last years of school. Getting into fights, flirting around with the ladies, smoking and drinking whenever the opportunity came along. Still, he was cunning and had learned how to get away with a lot. He had a good head on his shoulders and was sly as a fox.

Right after graduating from Durmstrang Institute in 1940 Sevastian got his first motorbike which he’d ride anywhere from there on. The family had immigrated to Austria in 1939, but moved along to Britain in 1940 – an attempt from the parents to keep the children safe. It had never been Sevastian’s wish to leave Russia in the first place, but he understood and respected the decision.


Roleplay: 
Option One -
Amelia Nixon was many things, but she was never a pushover reporter that people could just usher away with a busy shuffle past. She was dedicated and eager to cut to the very middle of the current political tensions because she was Amelia Nixon and her articles would most certainly become front page material.

“Sir, please! It’s for the Prophet, how do you feel-“

Another one brushed passed her, the shuffling busy masses making their way through Diagon Alley for the lunchtime rush. This had been the best possible time to get people, but none of them were giving her anything to go with.

Only momentarily discouraged, the short red headed lady took a seat on a nearby bench. Her quill resting in her left hand and her notepad ready in the opposite hand. Amelia pouted, tapping the quill against her leg as she scanned the waves of people for somebody - anybody - who looked like they had something to say.

She had been dreaming of her name in bold print, Amelia Nixon: The Source of Today’s Tomorrow. She had been dreaming of the larger office and the secretaries that would fetch her the morning coffee and fetch her anything she needed. The VIP interviews and the most exclusive press passes. But all Amelia had was a page seventeen piece on the rising number of frogs in London.

Hardened by a day of no success, the reporter stood up and started to trod off down the alley. A loose stone on the cobble path caught her heel, sending the distraught girl toppling down to the ground.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!” she yelled as she tried desperately to recover her shoe frantically in the middle of the Diagon Alley moving crowds.

Roleplay Response:
Sevastian was walking down the cobblestone roads of Diagon Alley in his black leather jacket, sunglasses on and a cigarette in his mouth. Normally he would have preferred to just ride his motorcycle down the street, but at this hour the place was so crowded with busy people hurrying in one way or the other, so there was really no way to get passed. Besides, surely not all appreciated something motorized coming down this particular path.

Not that he cared much about that.

He had no particular plans for the day. Hopefully he would be able to meet up with Samuil or Grigory, but nothing was certain – other than that he would be in need of a drink sooner or later.

The crowd had thickened even more as Sevastian came further down the street. Amongst the blabbering of people, the dark haired Russian swore he heard something.

“Merlin’s fog watch, my heel is broken! Help!"

Slowing down and moving his gaze towards the ground, he could indeed spot a woman in some kind of distress. Sevastian smirked while heading over to her, leaning down to pick up her shoe that seemed to have gotten stuck in between the cobblestone. “This yours?” in his casual, flirtatious manner with a strong Russian accent, raising a brow towards her.


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