Post by Leif on Sept 2, 2013 4:08:52 GMT -8
Hey. My name is Kastian Viorel Ciprian Vladimirescu Weasley. Long name right? Well the Vladimirescu really doesn't count as it was dropped from my name. I was born Kastian Viorel Ciprian Vladimirescu. Why did I have two middle names? Simple, my parents couldn't stop their damn bickering over which grandparent should have a middle name for me... So I ended up with both names, basically. So yeah. However, my story of my younger childhood is a bit of a mess. One of my grandfathers and grandmother was murdered when she was at the 442nd World Cup in the United Kingdom... The 1994 one. So yeah, besides that stain on my family past, I really don't know much about my biological grandparents, I do know they were all Romanian. My biological mom worked with dragons at a place called the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. She was hired by some guy named Harvey Ridgebit when he founded it. She started working there in 1970...
I'm seventeen years old. My birthday is the first day of April in the year of 2006. I know, this means my biological mom started working thirty-six years before I was born! My biological mother was actually seventy-nine years old when I was born. She was born in 1927. Ninety-six years old she would be today if she were still my mother. I sadly do not remember her very well. I do hear tales from people that my dad meets that she was a great woman. Her name was Carmen Sorina Dumitrescu. My dad's name was Kastian Sili Vladimirescu. But, so anyways, my biological dad died like three months before I was born. Him and my mom never married, they weren't even engaged. They were just two friends who for a very long time both wanted a kid and they decided to make one together. So yeah, anyways, my mom named me after her best friend in the world. So anyways, it was long ago. So, I was made, the way? I don't know. But, I was born on the first day of April in 2006. My mom was quite happy to have a kid, she was thrilled. She was only 43 when she started working at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary... Seventy-Nine when I was born, such an age difference.
I feel repetitive... So anyways, she... Carmen was working at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary and a new kid came in one day, learning, more like a mentee. He made a mistake and my mother had to go defend the seventeen year old kid's life that realized dragons weren't anything he had ever dreamed of. So... My mom died when I was like Three. She died in the year 2011, before my fifth birthday. Don't ask me what her sacrifice was for, I don't know. I was a toddler. I barely even remember her face. Soon after this incident this man who worked with my mom a lot, a guy named Charlie... Charlie Weasley took me home after he picked me up from daycare. I had lost all my grandparents, I had no aunts or uncles. It was just me now. He had already adopted another kid in like 2010. I was only a year after him. I was a confused kid, like so confused. Only four, soon to be five? What was I to do? Charlie presented me with a gift when he adopted me and introduced me to my brother. He gave me a bracelet, such a gorgeous bracelet with a magical property on the day he told me I'm a Weasley now. He placed the bracelet on my hand, and pushed it past my fingers and hand onto my wrist. He tapped the bracelet to activate it to show me my emotion. The bracelet gave my dad and others a clue to how I was feeling. My emotions are strange... You'll see why. So anyways, the bracelet looks like those popular muggle silicone ones. But, mine changes colors, completely based on how I'm feeling. It has letters printed into it, 'Kastian Weasley'. It's the first thing I had with my name on it.
You see... I was born, born with my emotions out of whack. I can experience love normally, I can experience happiness normally. But, other emotions like Fear and Guilt for me... It's dulled. I don't jump up out of fright or surprise. But, I do feel surprise. My anger however goes to the extremes. Sorrow is also extreme. When I'm upset, I'm extremely upset. When I'm naturally extremely upset I'm upset to such heights that I'm shaking and curling up with a complete loss of myself. So um. How about a chart? Here... Let me write up a table of the colors and the emotions.
Okay, so yeah. Emotion is natural for me. I don't like telling people about my bracelet because they think it's how I love, how I anger. So outside of this... I guess I'm gullible? I would like to be a Healer. I'm good at the stuff. Advanced Potions all that jazz, but I'm only showing interest in them for my ultimate goal. My ultimate goal is to basically become a researcher. I want to unlock the mysteries of science. I want to research deep medical magics. I want to learn what it is, what the cause is. I want to learn to fix myself. I was learning everything for the first time. I was terrified, scared, sad, emotion was overwhelming me. I was found curled up on the couch crying or shaking in fear (because I was given a potion to try and replicate it... But, it didn't work, obviously, it made me feel it constantly, so I was taken off of it) under the pillows of my brother's, Samael's bed. Samael, despite being first was actually quite nice to me, he made me feel welcome, feel loved when dad was gone. It was Samael that made me feel welcome, made me feel like an actual family. I feel bad about forgetting about my mom over time, but, Samael was the best of what I could ask for in a brother. He talked to me, reached up to the cookie jar and gave me a cookie.
Our dad decided to adopt another kid after me. Which was cool! We now had a sister! I liked having a sister, I got attached quite quickly. Anyways, I did have trouble learning English. English wasn't my native language, I knew Romanian. My mom did know English, but I only knew a few words. I did learn some things. I had a lot of trouble pronouncing my new last name. I remember my brother Samael, who I'm gonna call Sammy from now on telling me "How the hell do you pronounce Kastian Viorel Ciprian Vladimirescu but you cannot say Weasley?" I had a great deal of troubles with my S sound for a while. I was pronouncing it more like D's. I pronounced my name as Kadian instead of Kastian for a while, Weasley was more like Weedley. For Sammy, I called him Dammy a lot. When I used the short name, Sam, I said Dam. It was actually quite amusing to think back. But, by the time I was seven I did learn to pronounce things much better. I think Sammy must've been like eleven when I started pronouncing things better. I was actually quite devastated when he turned eleven. Why? That was the summer before he disappeared.
I remember going to Kings Cross Station with my dad, I was so really sad Sammy was leaving. I didn't want him to leave. I got pissed at Sammy for leaving, I had severe attachment... And abandonment issues as a kid, my emotions were good all now, I understood I was sad, I felt sad, I felt mad, I felt angry. "Don't leave me!" I screamed and ran toward Sammy, my dad grabbed me to hold me back. Sammy looked around to flash a smile at me. But, then I had my first sign of magic. I locked the legs of my dad and my brother. I escaped from my dad's grip and wrapped my arms around Sammy. Despite it to say, it didn't last long, my dad was able to come and pick me up as Sammy went off to school, to start his new life. My dad went back to Romania and I went to stay with Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur for a while. It was fun actually, I got to go with Grandpa Arthur to the Ministry of Magic one day and see my uncles Ron and Harry, and even Aunt Hermione!
So um. Grandpa Arthur thought it was amusing when my dad came back to pick me up to go back home. We went to lunch, I don't know where Grandma Molly was. My dad offered me some ketchup shovels and my grandfather kept laughing. I did too. When I was first learning English I had trouble with a lot of food names, so I described the object. Like, I always ate french fries with ketchup, so hence they were ketchup shovels. I couldn't place the word salsa, so I called it a cocktail of tomatoes. For a grilled cheese, which I absolutely loved, I called it a cheese melt with bread. I always called things a different way, I still do. A lot of them stuck as I grew up.
So yeah, anyways, when I was like eleven that summer two owls came for me. One owl came from Durmstrang, apparently because I was Romanian born. I have Romanian citizenship today actually. But, my dad, Charlie is British, adopted me so obviously I'm British by law. I got a second letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I decided to follow my brother Charlie to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I was so excited! I went to get my wand it was Redwood, my dad told the shopkeeper I had a sense of luck, natural luck in me. When I fell I always landed on my feet, I never seemed to get hurt, I got away from being in trouble when they knew it was me. The core is a core from Romania, though a Chinese core. Chinese Fireball Horn is the core, it's great for potions and diviners. Which is awesome. My wand is extremely flexible, I can practically bend it or step on it, it handles a lot of abuse, me throwing it at Sammy or my dad when I'm pissed at them. My wand is 11 ¾ inches long.
Anything else besides I'm actually good at Potions & Divination? Oh. I do have clairvoyance. I'm a seer! Yup! The Weasley family has fucking seers! Preach it, bitches. Though, my clairvoyance ability is different than others. I don't fall into trances, I don't foresee the future with random glimpses and freak out there would be a broom accident, I don't see death, I don't see the past, I don't even see memories... What I do see? Relationships. I know things about relationships, I actually have trouble sorting it out sometimes. It's like time is lost when I look at people sometimes. Like, just the other day I talked to Professor Lumiere in Advance Potions and called her Professor Aarons instead by accident. It was surprising and she gasped, wondering what I said, I quickly apologized and called her Lumiere. Dedemona, I keep seeing a Greyback. Dunno why, but, I doubt anything will happen with that Sol guy. Every time I see him, he's off snogging some redhead in my visions. Though, the guy that sits next to me, my cousin, Hugo Weasley? The fifth year? He confuses me a bit, when I look at him I see. I know he's gay, that much I knew ever since the first time I met him before I was even a teenager, but... I see him married one day, but I see him keeping his last name. He marries some blond haired guy. (OOC Note: Kastian never pieced Julien/Hugo together for example, he overlooks these details). I don't know who it is though, that part isn't clear enough to me yet. There's like a shroud around most people, it doesn't get clear until I touch a crystal I have to make things clearer. I learned about this in Divination, it makes me focus more and make things clearer. I didn't often have them on hand, but, my dad had an idea when I came home with one in my third year over winter break. He took my bracelet for a week, I was kind of sad because I liked it. He had some crystals embedded into it, to make it sparkle under light, but, the crystals touch my skin, because they're on the inside of the bracelets. It helps me focus better in Divination.
I think my dad regrets it, because I once beat him to the door and asked why the lady he was with didn't come indoors. He was wondering how I knew, but it was then he realized the extent of my clairvoyance. I see relationships. I'm a relationship seer. I see people, I know if their relationships are doomed, I know if they end up happy, I know when there's abused. I even know the futures, marriages, things like that. The problem? I get them so damn very damn confused. I once called a woman by her first married name when she's been married three times! Oops! I usually keep these things to myself, but it slips a lot, I call people by different last names or ask about the wrong boyfriend or girlfriend.
Oh. I guess I should mention this. I love ladies. I'm straight. So very straight. I don't mind guys, I know guys like to screw guys. But, come on, Sammy caught me screwing myself once to a moving picture of a naked lady. So yeah. I'm straight.
So here I am. Kastian Viorel Ciprian Weasley, I was once a Vladimirescu. I was adopted when I was very young. I'm very happy with my life, I love my family and many cousins. Adoption? It doesn't mean much to me. I'm not curious about my biological family much, I love my family, the family that choose me, the family that wanted me ever since they first met me. They're my real family. Family that is kickass. I fucking love the Weasleys, I'll do anything for them. I am capable of bringing great harm to people and shoving away my guilt. When I was bullied as a kid, my bullies disappeared after I complained about them to my big brother, Sammy. I liked that feeling. Though, I did take care of a guy myself once, in Hogsmeade when I was twelve, I used my wand, and magic and hexed him a hundred times over without him even seeing me. Do I feel guilty from him ending up in the hospital wing for a week? No. I do not. He deserved it. That bastard deserved it and I celebrated by eating candy.
I'm seventeen years old. My birthday is the first day of April in the year of 2006. I know, this means my biological mom started working thirty-six years before I was born! My biological mother was actually seventy-nine years old when I was born. She was born in 1927. Ninety-six years old she would be today if she were still my mother. I sadly do not remember her very well. I do hear tales from people that my dad meets that she was a great woman. Her name was Carmen Sorina Dumitrescu. My dad's name was Kastian Sili Vladimirescu. But, so anyways, my biological dad died like three months before I was born. Him and my mom never married, they weren't even engaged. They were just two friends who for a very long time both wanted a kid and they decided to make one together. So yeah, anyways, my mom named me after her best friend in the world. So anyways, it was long ago. So, I was made, the way? I don't know. But, I was born on the first day of April in 2006. My mom was quite happy to have a kid, she was thrilled. She was only 43 when she started working at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary... Seventy-Nine when I was born, such an age difference.
I feel repetitive... So anyways, she... Carmen was working at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary and a new kid came in one day, learning, more like a mentee. He made a mistake and my mother had to go defend the seventeen year old kid's life that realized dragons weren't anything he had ever dreamed of. So... My mom died when I was like Three. She died in the year 2011, before my fifth birthday. Don't ask me what her sacrifice was for, I don't know. I was a toddler. I barely even remember her face. Soon after this incident this man who worked with my mom a lot, a guy named Charlie... Charlie Weasley took me home after he picked me up from daycare. I had lost all my grandparents, I had no aunts or uncles. It was just me now. He had already adopted another kid in like 2010. I was only a year after him. I was a confused kid, like so confused. Only four, soon to be five? What was I to do? Charlie presented me with a gift when he adopted me and introduced me to my brother. He gave me a bracelet, such a gorgeous bracelet with a magical property on the day he told me I'm a Weasley now. He placed the bracelet on my hand, and pushed it past my fingers and hand onto my wrist. He tapped the bracelet to activate it to show me my emotion. The bracelet gave my dad and others a clue to how I was feeling. My emotions are strange... You'll see why. So anyways, the bracelet looks like those popular muggle silicone ones. But, mine changes colors, completely based on how I'm feeling. It has letters printed into it, 'Kastian Weasley'. It's the first thing I had with my name on it.
You see... I was born, born with my emotions out of whack. I can experience love normally, I can experience happiness normally. But, other emotions like Fear and Guilt for me... It's dulled. I don't jump up out of fright or surprise. But, I do feel surprise. My anger however goes to the extremes. Sorrow is also extreme. When I'm upset, I'm extremely upset. When I'm naturally extremely upset I'm upset to such heights that I'm shaking and curling up with a complete loss of myself. So um. How about a chart? Here... Let me write up a table of the colors and the emotions.
| EMOTION | INTENSITY | COLOR |
| Happiness | Normal | Blue, darker the blue the happier I am. |
| Love | Normal | Very dark blue and red is likely I'm in love, feeling love, or feeling romantic tenancies. |
| Fear | Dulled | Black, like endless black with nothing there. This like never comes up. |
| Anger | Extreme | Red, darker the red the more angry/pissed I am. If it's blood red, you better run, get your ass out the nearest window. |
| Sorrow | Extreme | Light violet is haunting memories (which is rare), violet is I'm feeling solemn and gloomy, dark violet is I'm full of regret, sad, freaken balling my eyes out. My sadness is to the extremes, sadly, so when I'm sad... It's even more. |
| Nervous | Normal | Gold, much like galleons. |
| Joy | Normal | Lavendar, cal also mean I'm day dreaming. |
| Disgust | Normal | Brown |
| Anticipation | Normal | Copper, much like knuts. |
| Surprise | Normal | Chrysolite Green |
| Envy | Normal | Jade green, jealous, envious... Yeah. I do feel those. Thankfully not to an extreme. |
| Courageous | Normal | This one is actually a blend of red and blue, not exactly sure why. The two are mixed together. |
| Relaxed | Normal | Indigo, this also means clarity, or extreme happiness. |
| Hopeful | Normal | Looks like an axinite brown, my braclet becomes somewhat transcluent, and matches my skin in hope. |
| Shame | Normal | Dulled yellow. |
| Guilt | Dulled | Orange, bright orange. |
| Cautious | Dulled | I'm not naturally cautious, but, I was taught to watch my back by my brother and dad, so to make up for that lack. But, when I'm being cautious my bracelet will look like lava. It even swirls and moves! |
| Confused | Normal | White, a plain white. |
Okay, so yeah. Emotion is natural for me. I don't like telling people about my bracelet because they think it's how I love, how I anger. So outside of this... I guess I'm gullible? I would like to be a Healer. I'm good at the stuff. Advanced Potions all that jazz, but I'm only showing interest in them for my ultimate goal. My ultimate goal is to basically become a researcher. I want to unlock the mysteries of science. I want to research deep medical magics. I want to learn what it is, what the cause is. I want to learn to fix myself. I was learning everything for the first time. I was terrified, scared, sad, emotion was overwhelming me. I was found curled up on the couch crying or shaking in fear (because I was given a potion to try and replicate it... But, it didn't work, obviously, it made me feel it constantly, so I was taken off of it) under the pillows of my brother's, Samael's bed. Samael, despite being first was actually quite nice to me, he made me feel welcome, feel loved when dad was gone. It was Samael that made me feel welcome, made me feel like an actual family. I feel bad about forgetting about my mom over time, but, Samael was the best of what I could ask for in a brother. He talked to me, reached up to the cookie jar and gave me a cookie.
Our dad decided to adopt another kid after me. Which was cool! We now had a sister! I liked having a sister, I got attached quite quickly. Anyways, I did have trouble learning English. English wasn't my native language, I knew Romanian. My mom did know English, but I only knew a few words. I did learn some things. I had a lot of trouble pronouncing my new last name. I remember my brother Samael, who I'm gonna call Sammy from now on telling me "How the hell do you pronounce Kastian Viorel Ciprian Vladimirescu but you cannot say Weasley?" I had a great deal of troubles with my S sound for a while. I was pronouncing it more like D's. I pronounced my name as Kadian instead of Kastian for a while, Weasley was more like Weedley. For Sammy, I called him Dammy a lot. When I used the short name, Sam, I said Dam. It was actually quite amusing to think back. But, by the time I was seven I did learn to pronounce things much better. I think Sammy must've been like eleven when I started pronouncing things better. I was actually quite devastated when he turned eleven. Why? That was the summer before he disappeared.
I remember going to Kings Cross Station with my dad, I was so really sad Sammy was leaving. I didn't want him to leave. I got pissed at Sammy for leaving, I had severe attachment... And abandonment issues as a kid, my emotions were good all now, I understood I was sad, I felt sad, I felt mad, I felt angry. "Don't leave me!" I screamed and ran toward Sammy, my dad grabbed me to hold me back. Sammy looked around to flash a smile at me. But, then I had my first sign of magic. I locked the legs of my dad and my brother. I escaped from my dad's grip and wrapped my arms around Sammy. Despite it to say, it didn't last long, my dad was able to come and pick me up as Sammy went off to school, to start his new life. My dad went back to Romania and I went to stay with Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur for a while. It was fun actually, I got to go with Grandpa Arthur to the Ministry of Magic one day and see my uncles Ron and Harry, and even Aunt Hermione!
So um. Grandpa Arthur thought it was amusing when my dad came back to pick me up to go back home. We went to lunch, I don't know where Grandma Molly was. My dad offered me some ketchup shovels and my grandfather kept laughing. I did too. When I was first learning English I had trouble with a lot of food names, so I described the object. Like, I always ate french fries with ketchup, so hence they were ketchup shovels. I couldn't place the word salsa, so I called it a cocktail of tomatoes. For a grilled cheese, which I absolutely loved, I called it a cheese melt with bread. I always called things a different way, I still do. A lot of them stuck as I grew up.
So yeah, anyways, when I was like eleven that summer two owls came for me. One owl came from Durmstrang, apparently because I was Romanian born. I have Romanian citizenship today actually. But, my dad, Charlie is British, adopted me so obviously I'm British by law. I got a second letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I decided to follow my brother Charlie to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I was so excited! I went to get my wand it was Redwood, my dad told the shopkeeper I had a sense of luck, natural luck in me. When I fell I always landed on my feet, I never seemed to get hurt, I got away from being in trouble when they knew it was me. The core is a core from Romania, though a Chinese core. Chinese Fireball Horn is the core, it's great for potions and diviners. Which is awesome. My wand is extremely flexible, I can practically bend it or step on it, it handles a lot of abuse, me throwing it at Sammy or my dad when I'm pissed at them. My wand is 11 ¾ inches long.
Anything else besides I'm actually good at Potions & Divination? Oh. I do have clairvoyance. I'm a seer! Yup! The Weasley family has fucking seers! Preach it, bitches. Though, my clairvoyance ability is different than others. I don't fall into trances, I don't foresee the future with random glimpses and freak out there would be a broom accident, I don't see death, I don't see the past, I don't even see memories... What I do see? Relationships. I know things about relationships, I actually have trouble sorting it out sometimes. It's like time is lost when I look at people sometimes. Like, just the other day I talked to Professor Lumiere in Advance Potions and called her Professor Aarons instead by accident. It was surprising and she gasped, wondering what I said, I quickly apologized and called her Lumiere. Dedemona, I keep seeing a Greyback. Dunno why, but, I doubt anything will happen with that Sol guy. Every time I see him, he's off snogging some redhead in my visions. Though, the guy that sits next to me, my cousin, Hugo Weasley? The fifth year? He confuses me a bit, when I look at him I see. I know he's gay, that much I knew ever since the first time I met him before I was even a teenager, but... I see him married one day, but I see him keeping his last name. He marries some blond haired guy. (OOC Note: Kastian never pieced Julien/Hugo together for example, he overlooks these details). I don't know who it is though, that part isn't clear enough to me yet. There's like a shroud around most people, it doesn't get clear until I touch a crystal I have to make things clearer. I learned about this in Divination, it makes me focus more and make things clearer. I didn't often have them on hand, but, my dad had an idea when I came home with one in my third year over winter break. He took my bracelet for a week, I was kind of sad because I liked it. He had some crystals embedded into it, to make it sparkle under light, but, the crystals touch my skin, because they're on the inside of the bracelets. It helps me focus better in Divination.
I think my dad regrets it, because I once beat him to the door and asked why the lady he was with didn't come indoors. He was wondering how I knew, but it was then he realized the extent of my clairvoyance. I see relationships. I'm a relationship seer. I see people, I know if their relationships are doomed, I know if they end up happy, I know when there's abused. I even know the futures, marriages, things like that. The problem? I get them so damn very damn confused. I once called a woman by her first married name when she's been married three times! Oops! I usually keep these things to myself, but it slips a lot, I call people by different last names or ask about the wrong boyfriend or girlfriend.
Oh. I guess I should mention this. I love ladies. I'm straight. So very straight. I don't mind guys, I know guys like to screw guys. But, come on, Sammy caught me screwing myself once to a moving picture of a naked lady. So yeah. I'm straight.
So here I am. Kastian Viorel Ciprian Weasley, I was once a Vladimirescu. I was adopted when I was very young. I'm very happy with my life, I love my family and many cousins. Adoption? It doesn't mean much to me. I'm not curious about my biological family much, I love my family, the family that choose me, the family that wanted me ever since they first met me. They're my real family. Family that is kickass. I fucking love the Weasleys, I'll do anything for them. I am capable of bringing great harm to people and shoving away my guilt. When I was bullied as a kid, my bullies disappeared after I complained about them to my big brother, Sammy. I liked that feeling. Though, I did take care of a guy myself once, in Hogsmeade when I was twelve, I used my wand, and magic and hexed him a hundred times over without him even seeing me. Do I feel guilty from him ending up in the hospital wing for a week? No. I do not. He deserved it. That bastard deserved it and I celebrated by eating candy.
