Dinapoli, Tito

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Dinapoli, Tito Ottavio

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“Sooner or later, somewhere in the course of eternal justice thou shalt answer for this sin”
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The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with caution.
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
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FULL NAME. Tito Ottavio Dinapoli
NICKNAMES.
BIRTHDATE. Jan 12th
AGE Fifteen
BLOOD Halfblood
HOUSE PREFERENCE Slytherin
CANON OR ORIGINAL? Original

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It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
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HAIR&EYES His hair is a dark brown which tends to wave slightly in the back. He prefers it swept back and over, but his father will often force him to keep it tightly combed against his head in an older style he doesn't care for. Tito's eyes are generally a medium to dark brown.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT 5'9" and about one fifty-five normally as his father requires. If he has spent time around his mother, it's closer to one sixty generally because of her cooking. He is relatively well fit and dexterous due to his father's heavy handed training. He has a magically inked tattoo on his right back arm. It was a reward for behavior on his fourteenth birthday; it can be removed if he fails to keep up said behavior.
FACE CLAIM Francisco Lachowski

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I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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WAND Black Walnut, Runespoor Fang, 9", Reasonably supple.
LIKES Balls, Music (not making it but listening), Being Physical, Control, Muggle Ways, dreams of traveling, and being himself.
DISLIKES His Father's insistence on Image, Being Powerless, Posing on command, Weight lifting, Formal Sports, Short-sightedness, and Experiencing His Father's Desires Instead of His Own,
BOGGART Being Controlled Forever
MIRROR OF ERISED Where others might plot revenge, he plots Escape in every way; he desires to escape his father as soon as he turns of age as he sees it as the only way to stay who he wants to be.
PATRONUS A Swiss Ruff, a bird known for it's wide traveling migratory pattern, common feeding grounds & breeding, and it's adaptation to different habits allowing it to be a very wide spread bird in large numbers very successfully.
PERSONALITY
Trapped in a no-love family in many ways, Tito has grown up seeing family as a tool more then something for his soul. You control your descendants to gain yourself a particular advantage, your spouse to keep her in line with what you want, and your only real enjoyment in life comes from that you have to hide to protect. Magic is a perfectly reasonable tool to dominate others in making sure of your own wishes and control is what he has to escape to be his own person. The world of wizarding kind is powerful, but not one in which he wishes to live; using that magic to make his life fit in the muggle realm however fits his mind very well. As soon as he can legally use magic, his plans will be put in motion to hide in plain sight once he figures out how to remove this thing he suspects his father has put on him.

He has never been close with his family or with many; his father's total control and treatment of his heir has taught him caution and care when it comes to dealing with others. Not having a hold over his few friends, he can not trust them nor get too close as his father could use them against him. He has learned instead how to hide his desires and fake closeness & obedience so as to preserve his own future. This is a matter of survival and control, not one of cruelty and hurt nor in betrayal in his mind. He must think ahead, plan, and move with care in preparing to escape his otherwise locked-tight future in total submission to his father's wishes. Tito seeks domination and power in order to be free, not because he sees power in forcing others to submit to him nor to use them in a cruel way.

There is no pleasure in force.

When he can be free, his mind is bliss, his pleasure in the simplest things even more joyful because of his situation. He delights in the things so many take for granted even the poorest experiences for him are superb! To use magic to attain a muggle's life is at this moment is highest calling, the most he can stretch his imagination towards and he plans to disappear into the world, not to be found if he can to free himself. To that end nothing else can stand in his way and if he appears quiet and resigned to his father's associates, it is a mask of patience, waiting for things to come together to make his achievement possible. Few at school see this more stolid and obedient face, but are used to the pleased smiles, the fascination at the simplest of life's wonders, and several have given him curious looks at this so-different-Slytherin who fits no mold they can put a finger on.

His grades are high because they have to be, his time spent in books saved mostly for the dorm and secluded times. He is best in charms and defense, plotting out in private what he can to make his time at home possible, preserving the sanity he gets in off times. He is used to sleeping deeply, making the best of the time he gets and shaving off the minutes for his unapproved of play. His evenings are early sleep times, rising in the early am for heavy study and homework research in his dorm room so that he can spend those moments between classes sitting in the grass, catching a butterfly, climb a tree, or watching clouds to no end. Some think him a lazy dreamer, but any who think about it for long realize his grades are too high for someone who is lazy. His life makes little sense to others who have not the background to realize the pressure he is under. As a Slytherin, everyone thinks he is misplaced by some odd set of quirks.

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Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
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BIRTHPLACE London, England, but lives on the Isle of Procida, Naples, Italy. A brief description can be found here.
PARENTS Dante Dinapoli, 34, Investor, Pureblood from Durmstrang.
Nerissa (nee Curtis) Dinapoli, 31, Housewife, Muggle from a moderately wealthy English family.
SIBLINGS
Sister: Bianca, 12, Halfblood Slytherin
Sister: Mia, 9, Halfblood
Brother: Rocco, 6, Halfblood
OTHER Grandparents both sides passed away (English ones suspected as Murder)
HISTORY
Tito was born while the consolidation of his mother's property and money was being done by his dominating father. His mother, well in hand and under control, was a typical housewife except she went to her tasks with a will under his father's commands. Raised under complete control and strictly, Tito grew up his father's heir told & expected to be exactly as his father required. Back in Italy, he was allowed few freedoms and had only friends he could sneak out of his window at night to visit across the roofs. Lonely but kept extremely occupied, his father exercised him several times a day and made sure the boy recited and learned about dark creatures and spells (he was not taught the words, only what all the spell types did). His mother only rebelled enough to teach her children the basics of math and reading/writing. There was very little to smile about in those years, serious obedience being the main part of his daily ways.

By the time he neared age eleven, Tito knew that he wanted to run away someday, his fondest wish to escape his father's dominion seeing his mother as a lost cause as she had resistance beaten out of her long before. Precocious for his age, he was smart enough to realize that until he was legally his own he had little chance against his father who could use magic, binding him in punishment to harsh chores and workouts. Fighting back in even the smallest ways was a sure fire way to get the maximum punishments and he learned to be deceptive, pretending obedience in look at the least. It was a tough childhood and although he tried to help with his siblings, he was the one made into an example for them often. His muggle friends taught him the joys of life beyond the wizard world, his few pleasures beyond luxury. Muggles might seem poor compared to his home, but that made it his only escape and he cherished those short minutes away.

The letter from Hogwarts seemed like a piece of heaven, not so much for the magic teaching (which his father told him he would test him on hard at the next break) but the sheer escape under ANYONE else's supervision! Arriving with strict orders still ringing in his ears, the hat was dealt with as ordered as he concentrated on the house he had been told, but even Slytherin's gloomy interior seemed like unheard of freedom for Tito and he relished every minute on it's grounds! While he had to study hard every night and research in books things other students would not have considered, the difference between home and school made it little mistake why his rare smiles light up most faces around him. He stays very physical, working his mind and body as he has been raised knowing he is tested at every break. He has started a small business as well buying candy in bulk and selling it to the younger years for a profit so that he can return his money each year to his father properly without the man knowing about his stashed wealth accumulated on the side even if small.

Creating some minor items (Loop which creates temporary hole on things it's placed on for instance and a deep-sleep increaser) which allow him to hide things in the walls of his room back home (since he can not use his wand, having items which function by commands makes it possible to hide his plans), he is slowly accumulating enough things and coins to be able to disappear as effectively as possible when he graduates. In this way he plots, resisting by his cleverness & early-wisdom alone at home and transforming into a freed bird at school who delights in very non-wizarding things. Any advantage which comes his way Tito will find a way to turn to his own use and success!

NOTE: On his right leg a very narrow seemingly natural line can be found around his ankle which he used to believe to be a birthmark. Suspicion now hinges (as he has seen similar on his other siblings and mother but not his father) that this is something his father has done, some form of magic, though it's extent he does not know. You can almost, but not quite, feel something there when you try and in his searches of the Library he hasn't found the trick yet. The answer is in his father's books which he has dared not search through yet.

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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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NAME/ALIAS Shava or Shavabear
OTHER CHARACTERS Marcos Jimenez, Vincent Silver-Moon, Darius Silver, Taranis Summerby, Scorpus Malfoy, and the fabled Lindsey Moon. Crazy old fart is a regular personality, not a character I play.
RP EXPERIENCE? More then you want me to tell you again, I suspect :/
RP SAMPLE.

Tito dodged pedestrians as he ran hard, up via S Rocco to the alleyway, then darted hard through three different ones before the side stairs which he took one at a time (they were irregularly placed and had to be done carefully) before hitting Via Marina do Corricella. This was the long stretch and as he settled into a gait, he nodded at people he recognized and they raised a hand back as he darted away around obstacles. He knew they thought he was doing this voluntarily, but in the past he had refused to stop often enough no one tried to stop him anymore. Henri the French teen was sitting on a dock eating some concoction as he ran past, sure his friend was laughing at him. He'd get him back if he showed at the meet tonight on the roof, but first he had to survive this four block maze of crates, people and loading! It would take him five full minutes more before he hit the seventy two steps up to the street whose name he never remembered, but which turned back into Rocco.

By then he was well covered in sweat and glad for wearing not more then shorts as he landed on the steps breathing hard, his heart thundering in his ears as he turned back for home and his father who he knew would be impatient. As he came into the last block, he pulled what little he had left to add on some speed so as he came within sight of the old man waiting with stopwatch in hand he appeared to be going full out, if staggering. Effort made a difference with his father and if he looked to be making the most effort most things like time could be forgiven. As he ran and jumped the sidewalk to land with both feet on the walkway step his father stuck out on hand for him to bounce off of and bounce he did! Whatever he had done in his life, he could take Tito's full speed and weight easily, though it jarred the teenager visibly every time. Nevermind what condition he was in, his father's eyes were on his stopwatch.

"What happened?" "Unloading... crates onto...carts but...they had them...across the walk..." Te man glanced at him, hand still on his shoulder as if he could measure his effort through his skin. "I told you to jump them." No sympathy. Tito came up from his leaning holding his hand shoulder height and out as his father gave him a slight frown and disbelieving look. "Right. Whatever, inside you." In a moment Tito was inside the hall and up to the porch just as he heard his father's voice raised. "Sit ups, seventy five. Right there." In the sun, figures. Tito half slumped onto the red brick, feeling it's heat as he laid back and began pumping them out as quickly as he could in his condition. It was hard, but different then what he had been doing and his breathing eased some as he followed the order, feeling the man's eyes upon his form, looking for weaknesses. "...seven...and...eight..."

At some point he felt his father pass him heading inside without a backward glance, but he kept at his rhythm trying to ignore the soreness in his legs and arms. By the time he returned, the steady count had continued and was now at "forty-three...and...forty-four...and..." The sound of drinking and as he came up he felt a foot step on his combined feet. "Keep your feet still, boy. I've told you this." As if he could forget it! He nodded between moves. "...forty-nine...yes sir...fifty..." It didn't get any encouragement or ease till he chanted out the last number and fell back, barely avoiding bouncing his head. "Take five, then come to the pool." The man walked off drinking his wine, leaving his son to sit up, blink, and then pull himself up to head down knowing better then to rest a full five minutes. Holding the walls for balance he headed downstairs considerably slower then his father was and got down there just before the time was up.

"It's not progress or doing you any good unless it hurts. Strip, get in." None of his housemates would have understood why he didn't resist or protest or even try to turn his back; that sort of resistance had been worn out of him before he was six easily. Tito stripped bare, dropping his things in the corner and then hopped into the water, brushing his hair back as he surfaced. The only time his father would stop pushing him was when he pushed himself and that was a lesson learned the hard way. "Ten laps, breaststroke. Begin." "Yes sir." He went straight into it, his muscles complaining, tallying up in his head he had two more weeks to go till school. Two long weeks. He was his father's heir and his father wouldn't let him go till he was perfect which was beyond anything the boy could meet to match his father's vision.

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