Russell, Christian

[Christian Vasile]

RUSSELL, CHRISTIAN SADISTE

FULL NAME. Christian Sadiste Russell
NICKNAMES. NO. Never shorten his name; it will very easily get on his nerves.
BIRTHDATE. January 12th.
AGE 19.
BLOOD Pure.
HOUSE PREFERENCE Whatever fits him; he’s a little complex. He was in Slytherin last time, though.
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original.

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HAIR&EYES Christian’s hair looks a little bit different based on the lighting. It generally is blonde or brown, but in sunlight can come off as looking dirty blonde. Christian has the kind of eyes that are filled with soul - bright blue in color, while remaining vivid and eye-catching to anyone that stares into them.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT About 6’3'', very, very muscular.
FACE CLAIM Mathias Lauridsen.

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LIKES
- Fire whiskey. He can’t help it, it tastes good to him.
- Running/Flying/Any kind of physical exercise in general.
- Defense Against The Dark Arts
- Hygiene. He always wants to present himself as proper.
- Knowledge.

DISLIKES
- Being called ‘Chris’. It pisses him off immediately. His name is Christian, learn to say his full name or just don’t talk to him.
- People unwilling to learn. He can’t tolerate stupid people that do nothing to change.
- The Dark Arts. He’s so worried he’ll be tempted into them.
- Laziness. Why the hell would anyone want to sit around all day? Get out and do something for a change. Don’t like something? Do something about it and stop complaining.
- Braggarts. Pride is one thing, but shoving talents that are probably mediocre down someone’s throat annoys him. Don’t be a braggart, he won’t like you.
BOGGART Seeing himself as a Death Eater, or even just a supporter of the Dark Lord.
MIRROR OF ERISED He wants to be a well known Auror one day, or a DADA Professor.
PATRONUS TBA
PERSONALITY

If you’re looking for somebody to mess with, then this definitely is not the man you want to run into. Christian is extremely wise and logical, but is very sly with enemies. He has a gift to manipulate others to get what he wants when needed – however, this isn’t needed very often, as most people try and stay on his good side. He’s a true fighter – he will always – yes, always – voice his opinion on issues that are important to him, or even sometimes for the hell of it. Extremely strong-willed, Christian can deal with just about anything mentally, and will always push himself to be the best when there’s something to gain from it.

Christian isn’t an all-around jerk however; he just has a rock-hard exterior that makes others that don’t know him perceive him as ‘mean’ and ‘tough’. He’s curt, dismissive, and frankly – to the point, nearly all the time. He sees no reason to drag something out when it simply doesn’t need to be. Never never try to pry around into his life and get into his business; he likes to retain his mysterious aura, and won’t see it jeopardized for just anyone. To him, his business is his own, not anyone else’s – so stay out of his affairs.

Christian is the kind of man that would only keep a few ‘close’ friends, but would have plenty of ‘normal’ friends/acquaintances. They all just need to be intelligent enough not to piss him off. Laziness is one of the things that’ll send someone straight to annoying him. Christian’s always doing something, and hates just sitting around when he could be out running or flying– he’s active, and his strength and muscles show it.

If you’re one of the few lucky people he lets get close to him, Christian can be charming, sweet, the whole enchilada. He’s a loyal person to those that have his support; it’s gaining his respect where the true challenge lies. However, don’t ever expect him to lie to you to ‘spare you’re feelings’, and don’t ever underestimate anything that comes out of his mouth. He says what he means, and means what he says – always.

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BIRTHPLACE London, England
PARENTS Susan Russell; 37 – Auror. Anthony Russell; 42 – Potions Professor at a school in America.
SIBLINGS None.
OTHER His extended family is made up of Death Eaters and supporters of the Dark Lord.
HISTORY
Christian is rich, and he knows it. He loves it, in fact, and loves playing this card subtly when flirting – although never flaunting his wealth in other’s faces outright, he’s quite good at subtle hints that point to it. He grew up in London for all of his life, and loves England and can’t understand how his father works in America. When he was younger, his family split apart – his extended family (and his uncle) went on to support the Dark Lord while his immediate family became Aurors.

While his extended family became darker, a large family disagreement arose. Whether to serve the Dark Lord and protect the pure-blood name, or to ignore the war and have no part in it. Christian's parents - though not as dark as his uncle - still gave off an elitist aura, though they'd become Aurors. He always felt out of place - and he became determined to find himself before his family tried to find himself for him.

Christian hated being stuck in the middle, and has never openly announced which side he was on. Not out loud, anyways. His worst fear is becoming a Death Eater – it’d upset his parents, and go against who he was, as mean as he can be. Christian has a lot of soul searching to do, and plans on talking to his parents soon about his concerns. Though this may prove somewhat risky and maybe even dangerous, he knows it must be done - for the sake of his sanity, and for his future.

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NAME/ALIAS Felicia = D
OTHER CHARACTERS Cedric Diggory (Deceased), Luisa Dimanche (being remade), Sirius Black.
RP EXPERIENCE? Years.
RP SAMPLE. See Sirius Black’s posts/sample. Also, Cedric’s posts. But i suppose I'll give you one to know his attitude.

Everyone in the castle appeared to be one gigantic ignorant idiot. The students studying in the library had no idea they were completely wasting their time; you're either smart, or you're not- there's no inbetween, no middle ground; he never understood how people could chose to be so stupid.

Feet on the table in front of him, Christian took a long drag from his cigarette, a smirk plastered across his face as if he were doing nothing wrong. In his eyes, he was seeing the world as it should be seen; he'd passed up the rose-colored glasses and sugar-coated world long ago. Ah, the world. It seemed so big, if you didn't know how it worked. But Christian did. Oh yes, he knew it quite well. Everyone, since the day you're born, lies to your face, saying that you can do anything if you set you're mind to it.

Wrong.

You're either born great, or you're born to sit and watch as others lead in the shadows, taking the jobs that mean the most. And he was one of those men that knew where he was going. Well...maybe. Shaking himself, a scowl replaced his smirk as he thought about his future. That wasn't allowed - he was supposed to stay focused on the present only, to be the best at everything he saw worth being good at. And then, and only then, would he worry about his 'future.'

He took another drag, then put the cigarette out on the wooden table his feet were on.


CODE WORD? EiffelTower