Carlo de Natale - Private, 33rd Infantry Division

[Carlo de Natale]

Merlin's Order of Defense

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Carlo de Natale
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: 
Beauxbatons Academy,  graduate of ‘40

Residence:
Currently staying at an Inn in Hogsmeade, after being evacuated from Beauxbatons

Division:
The 33rd Wizarding Infantry Division – wherever he is needed.
Carlo has always been full of passion, joy and spirit. His motto of seeing the beauty in all things always burned strong in him, like a fire of purpose. But piece by piece his life has been crashing down, and now few things seem to matter. The end of Beauxbatons was the last straw. He is unafraid now. Reckless. Still, a part of him is fueled by a heroic heart still – and something in him wants to make a difference. That is why he signed up.

Rank:
Private

Specialty:
None yet

Requested Magical Levels: 

• Charms: 8
• Divination: 8
• Transfiguration: 4
• Summoning: 6

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Geryon Crowley, Adriel T. Winston, Yngvild A. Höst

Biography:
«Do you see it?»
Her voice was soft. Nearly like a whisper. Her hand was resting in his dark, curly hair. Kept his head close. She looked down at the young boy who couldn’t take his look away from the pale woman lying on the bed in front of them. Carlo’s eyes started to water. “She is dead,” he whispered.  His aunt nodded slowly. “Yes, she is. She is dead now. But do you see it?” The calmness in her voice made Carlo feel annoyed. Almost angry. “See what? What am I supposed to see?” he asked, raising his 6 year old voice. Alessia stroked his hair. “The beauty,” she said, and as she spoke these words the boy felt a strange calm embrace him. “There is beauty in all things, my child. Even in death. And that’s what your mother wanted for you. To see the beauty in all and everything.”

Carlo grew up in Venice, Italy. His mother raised him till the age of six, when she fell ill and died shortly after. The boy had never known his father, and his mother took the secret of his identity with her to the grave. Luckily her sister Alessia stepped up and took care of her nephew, along with her husband. In their home Carlo had a good childhood – searching for the beauty in all and everything, exploring the Italian cuisine and pursuing his passion for art. The boy sang, played guitar, tailored, sculpted, danced and wrote, but his favorite passion and greatest talent was painting. There were no limits for what wonders he could create on a canvas. Almost like magic, they said…

Then, as the boy started to grow, a letter came to the Italian home. As the content was read it became clear that his mother had more than one secret. Carlo suddenly felt like he didn’t know himself at all, but got comforted by his aunt, telling him that she had always had a feeling. Beauxbatons.. She knew of the place. It would be good for him there..

“You’ll remember to write?”
 It was time to leave and aunt Alessia seemed even more stressed than him. “Of course,” he assured with a smile, kissing her cheek. “And I’ll be back before you know it! I can’t stand being away from your lasagne too long,” he added with a blink of an eye. She stroke his cheek with a glowing smile, just like his mother’s. “Mi manchera.” “Lo so..” he calmly replied.

Then he was gone.

........................................

Loosing his bellowed aunt and uncle in the Time Warp. Finding out who is father was – if only just by name. Finding out he had a half-sister – Florence Prothero. Beauxbatons – his only home for several years, the only place he felt safe – attacked and now gone. Carlo barely managed to graduate.

Bits and pieces of a life. Ruins. Questions. More than enough to make a poor young man loose his mind.

And maybe that was exactly what he did?

He found himself in Hogsmeade, England – after being evacuated from France. There had never been feelings of panic in him. Carlo had sensed something coming for quite some time. And after everything else – did it even matter anymore? Not much seemed to.

But there was something. Something the young Italian couldn’t help but notice. The courage and drive of those who had rescued him and so many others. Did Carlo have a purpose? Not really. Not anymore.
Then perhaps he needed to make one. So he did – enlisting for the army.

Roleplay:

Option 2: Improvisation: Please write a suitable first post to fit the specialty and or rank that you are requesting.:

“Dear sister..”

“Dear Florence..”

“Hello Flor…”

Thick, black lines. Curled up paper. Yet again, he stroke it all out. Carlo didn’t even know why he was writing. They had never had the time to become that close, him and his half-sister. Why would she even care about him enlisting? He didn’t know. Still, she was kind of all he had left. The last trace of belonging to something. They had something in common by blood. And that had to mean something, right?

Or did it?

Did anything, anymore?

The young Italian man threw the papers and quill to the side. Buried his face in his hands. He didn’t even know himself anymore. He had been someone back home in Italy. He had been someone at Beauxbatons. Here? Here he was just “the Italian guy”. If even that..

The stream of thoughts and frustration was broken, as Carlo heard footsteps approach the tent. “You’re up for patrol, private.” Instantly on his feet, Carlo saluted and acknowledged the task. Finally, something to keep him busy again.

He would not disappoint, and he needed this. More than he even knew..

[Shepard T. Kedding]

Hi Carlo!

Your application is fantastic, but unfortunately unnecessary.  As of Dec. 1st, we'll be beginning with an entirely new system for MoD.  You may sign up there when the signups go live.

That said, I'm definitely looking forward to having you in the program!

If you have any questions, please feel free to PM or PC me.  I'm on Zephyrus Paladin quite often these days.

-Shep

[Carlo de Natale]

Oh, okay - I was unaware! Decemeber 1st it is, then

And thank you!