TRAIAN, Emilian Nicolae

[Emilian Traian]

TRAIAN, EMILIAN NICOLAE

“I AM SUSTAINED BY THE TRANQUILITY OF AN UPRIGHT AND LOYAL HEART.”
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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. Emilian Nicolae Traian
NICKNAMES. Emil
BIRTHDATE. November 11th
AGE Nineteen
BLOOD Pureblood
POSITION DESIRED Ministry intern in the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts
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 Emilian’s deep set, blue eyes are offset by rather disheveled brown-blond hair.
HEIGHT&WEIGHT Though stocky, Emilian is well built, standing in at 5’11 at 175 pounds.
FACE CLAIM Dustin Milligan

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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 Cypress, Unicorn Core, 14 1/2, Pliant
LIKES
+Muggle Culture
+Flying/Quidditch
+Swimming
+Sweets
+Reading
+Guitar
+Angelfish
DISLIKES
+Disrespect
+Spineless Cowards
+Discrimination of any sort
+Fire
+Intensely hot weather
+Numbers
+Goldfish
BOGGART Fire. For no particular reason, Emilian is terrified of burning to death.
MIRROR OF ERISED Emilian greatly desires a balance between success and happiness. He wants to love his job, and be surrounded by the people he’s come to care about.
PATRONUS Granian. They are swiftest breed of winged horses and remind him of his mother.
PERSONALITY
Emilian is charismatic. He loves to see people happy, and as such he tends towards caring for others. He’s very respectful of others, and as such is averse to disrespectful or obnoxious people. He’s very easy to get along with, and gets attached to people quite quickly; as such, he is very protective and very loyal.

Though he is of a pure blood lineage, he has a strong interest in muggle culture and the muggle world, as fostered by summers spent with the muggle population of his hometown. He has a strong stance on acceptance of muggleborns, though he does not tolerate violence, even if it is to prove a point. He is rather peaceful and more often than not ends fights than he does involve himself in them.

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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 Călăraşi, Romania
CHILDREN N/A
PARENTS
Father: Stelian Traian, 47, Obliviator for the Ministry of Magic
Mother: Raluca Traian, 46, Magizoologist - Deceased
Step-Mother: Valeria Traian, 44, Mediwitch
SIBLINGS N/A
OTHER 
Cousin by marriage: Doina Vasile, 19, Healer's Apprentice, Former Hufflepuff
HISTORY
Born on the 11th of November to Stelian and Raluca Traian, Emilian is an only child. His family lived in the city of Călăraşi, Romania off the southern coast of Romania. His father, Stelian, worked as an Obliviator for the Ministry, and his mother, Raluca, was a Magizoologist specializing in winged horses.

Though he grew up around magic, Emilian was conservative when it came to his blooming magical abilities. In fact, he was very conservative in general; rarely acting out as a child. However, at the age of seven, he lost his mother in accident involving a wild thestral. He found himself angry that something his mother loved so much was the cause of her death, and acted out constantly, until his father remarried, when he was 10.

After the remarriage of his father to a woman by the name of Valeria Vasile, Emilian and his father moved to the Romanian capital of Bucharest so as to be closer to family.

Being in such a large muggle city, Emilian cultivated an interest in the non magical individuals, learning their music and culture as best he could. Though purebloods, his parents were highly supportive allowing him to do as he pleased, and nurturing his interests. At the standard age of eleven, Emilian received his Hogwarts letter, and ever respectful, adapted very well.

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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 Josie
OTHER CHARACTERS None at this time
RP EXPERIENCE? 6ish years almost?
RP SAMPLE.
Oh god. Oh god. What on earth had she done? She was sore from the shock she felt when her back hit the ground, and her ankle would definitely be thanking her later on as she'd have to descend from the clock tower, eventually. There was no way she'd be able to run her way down in her new condition. No, most likely she'd trip and break break her neck. Doina had never felt like such a disappointment until this very moment. By coming up here, the petite Romanian thought she'd have been making a step in a positive direction, but here she was, sprinting backwards, so to speak. So much progress when it came to her confidence was lost, and goodness knew how long it would take to regain!

Doina was at a loss. So much she had worked for was lost. Her confidence dashed to the ground and shattered like crystal. It took her the better part of 3 years to stop caring so much about her accent, to accept the teasing over something unfamiliar that actually made her very special. This fear however, did not make her special. It made her embarrassed. Embarrassment was something she couldn't deal with, the experience would stay with her forever, she thought desperately, hoping for some escape, dark eyes almost welling with tears. No, she couldn't let herself cry in public. In front of this... This... Goodness, she didn't know what to call him. He was tall. VERY tall. Not to mention, good looking. VERY good looking. That just added insult to injury. Usually a strong willed girl, she hated the feeling of heat radiating from her face and neck, which had most likely on a tomato-like quality. No... No, at this point, her skin most likely blended into her crimson hair.

"I- Oh- Oh God- I- Oh my- Oh no.." She looked away, her eyes widening to the size of small dinner plates. She looked back at the man before her, unsure of what to expect.

Much to Doina's chagrin, he just stared. What he was looking for, she did not know. Maybe a name to place to the face, so he could further embarrass her, recounting this to whoever he felt would find it funny. She looked away, eyes focusing on something, anything, other than the blonde hair and the bright blue eyes that were boring holes through her. Had her exclamation in Romanian startled him? Did he think she was some sort of freak? Oh god, her mind was jumbled, like a puzzle with no reference. She didn't know where this was going to go, and would have done anything to disappear at that moment. Oh god, couldn't he just step over her and leave? Leave her to wallow in her own stupidity?

Apparently not. Apparently none of the things she had thought. When he opened his mouth it was not to laugh at her, call her a coward; it was to check if she'd hurt herself with her less than graceful fall. Albeit stammered, she could understand the question. Either he was trying to suppress a laugh or he was just really unsure of how to act; she assumed the latter. Doina looked up and opened her mouth, but what escaped her lips was an uncomfortable groan. She'd attempted to slide her foot back so she could stand and run, but the motion was less than pleasant. Regaining her composure she looked up, though not at the male's face, with something between a smile and a grimace gracing her features. ”Fine. I'm fine. If- If anything, only my pride's been wounded"
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