DOLOHOV, antonin mikhailovich

[ANTONIN MIKHAILOVICH DOLOHOV]

ANTONIN MIKHAILOVICH DOLOHOV.

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THE BASICS.
FIRST THINGS ARE ALWAYS FIRST.

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FULL NAME :

Antonin Mikhailovich Dolohov

NICKNAMES :

Just Antonin or Dolohov.

AGE :

Thirty; May 2nd

GENDER :

Male

ETHNICITY :

Caucasian/Russian

RELIGION :

Doesn't participate in muggle superstitions.

SEXUALITY :

Straight

STATUS :

Single

MEMBER GROUP :

La Wizards

BLOOD STATUS :

Pureblood

PLAY-BY :

Chris Pine

STARTING THINGS OFF.
JUST A LITTLE TEASER FOR THE BIG PICTURE.

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PATRONUS :

A rather large, yet sleek black and white feathered Pandionidae hawk. Fast, with intelligent eyes.

MIRROR OF ERISED :

Him standing over the Dark Lord's head on a platter. It represents the ultimate achievement to defeat the best opponent.

AMORTENTIA :

Honey, metallic scent of blood, and burning wood.

THE MINOR DETAILS.
WHY NOT EXPLORE OUR WORLD AND SEE ITS DEPTHS.

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ANTONIN'S DISLIKES :

• Mudbloods/Blood Traitors
  
• The Dark Lord.
  
• Wasting his time.
  
• Failure of any sort, in himself or others.
  
• Power-hungry oriented peoples.
  
• Horrible upkeep and bad hygiene.
  
• Promiscuous women.
  
• Junk foods.

ANTONIN'S LIKES :

• Being in control.
  
• Murdering useless ties.
  
• Dueling.
  
• High-class women.
  
• Money to influence the greedy with.
  
• Himself.
  
• A well-executed plan.
  
• Health foods.

GOALS :

• Rid the wizarding world of mudbloods and blood traitors.
  
• Rid himself of the Dark Lord.
  
• Find a pure woman to reproduce with.
  
• Fly under the radar until opportunity strikes.
  
• Be well-liked and still in control.

FEARS :

• Weakness.
  
• Aging.
  
• Failure.

SECRETS :

• Has a twelve year old son.
  
• Plans to overthrow the Dark Lord himself.
  
• Has met one or two mudbloods that were better wizards than himself.

WEAKNESS :

• Liar
  
• Disloyal
  
• Alone

STRENGTHS :

• Occlumens
  
• Patient
  
• Fighter

OVERALL PERSONALITY :

• Opportunist
  Antonin never takes chances. He waits in the wings until the right moment to pounce arises, and if it does not happen, he will not make a move. Everything has to align perfectly; there has to be a sure outcome before he will risk anything.
  
• Patient
  The wizard is immovable. Antonin's decisions come very slowly and accurately; he sizes up his opponent or the task at hand before he heads into it. Weaknesses will be outed; research shall be done until he fully understands what he is working with. For this reason, the man has nerves of steel.
  
• Narcissist
  Antonin comes first in Antonin's life, no matter who you think you are. He may be in liege with the Dark Lord, but the man would flip the second that opportunity rose. Whatever suits him best. Every decision he makes is strategical and yes, he learns from mistakes. Antonin wants to keep himself in a plush seat while others around him crumble. Makes for great entertainment, he thinks.
  
• Intelligent
  Everyone has something witty about them; everyone has something they are smart in. Antonin has spent his entire life slaving over books, learning Occlumens, memorizing curses and incantations. The man is a fountain of knowledge, if he ever chose to share it. He does extensive research; he literally spends hours searching every nook and cranny available to understand what is coming. Of course he knows his shit.
  
• Suave
  A more likable gentleman would be difficult to discover. Antonin is witty, congenial, and above all else, a gentleman. He is refined in his manners, his jokes are tasteful. And his killer smile does not hurt to win some hearts, either. But, every move he makes is still calculated. If he is being nice and supportive, there is a reason for it.
  
• Crafty
  Antonin is not one to believe himself invincible, like the Dark Lord's biggest flaw is. He recognizes there are greater, faster wizards than himself out there. However, that does not mean he has to quit. There are tricks up his sleeves, and he will use them if the time ever calls for it. Antonin cannot fail!
  
• Manipulative
  Backtracking to his likable persona, folks tend to believe they can trust Antonin--which is fine and dandy in the man's opinion. He loves to sit down and listen to people's problems; it gives him the chance to later blackmail or use it to his advantage. How could anyone think this nice young man is a follower of the Dark Lord?
  
• Professional
  No matter what, Antonin is very professional. His dress is immaculate, he eats healthy, and he keeps in shape. The man is overtly conscious of his hygiene, too. It is a rare day in hell to catch this wizard with even a hair out of place.
  
• Business-oriented
  Everything is just business. Antonin has no attachments to anyone or anything, unless it is something for himself. If the Dark Lord wants him to murder a family of four, then he will do so without hesitance. He does not care.
  
• Even-tempered
  Antonin strives never to show his temper. To him, that is a weakness. He practices self-discipline and self-control. Because of this, it is very difficult for anger to ever crease his brow. That is not to say his rage is nonexistent--it's there. But until he is behind closed doors, nobody will be the wiser.
  
• Rationalist
  This man is logical. He does not rely on ideals or flights of fancy. Antonin goes with what he knows will work. He is not going to create a show for people to be amused by; they are the show. He would rather be efficient and quick, without needing to expend any more energy or time.
  
• Traitor
  The Dark Lord would not be able to rely on Antonin forever. For now, the man slinks into the shadows and obeys orders, but his loyalty is lacking in the extreme. Should the chance to cut the wizard's throat come to him, Antonin will take the opportunity. And sometimes, if the results benefit him, he might leak information to those of interest. Just to... stir the pot.
  
• Liar
  Antonin has not said a sincere thing since he was a child. Every honey-dripped comment from his lips is almost always a downright lie to further himself in this game of life. If he wants a woman, he will say what she wants to hear. If the Dark Lord questions him, he will say what he wants to hear. Antonin is a glib speaker, and knows how to spin a believable tale.
  
• Sadistic
  It pleases Antonin to see someone fall by his hand or his trickery. In some ways, it makes him feel taller. And it proves to himself that one day, he will be able to match the Dark Lord in all ways. For now, he takes delight in all victories.
  
• Collected
  This wizard has his affairs in order. Antonin does not take chances. He does not like changes. He has everything the way it is because it benefits him somehow. There is no need to mess with what is not broken.
  
• Quick
  He is a duelist. Antonin has to be quick and agile, and not just physically but mentally. For nearly seventeen years, he has worked a wand. His entire life he has poured over books and learned from the best. His wand hand is his left hand--usually, nobody sees it coming.

BY PROCEDURE.
JUST TO STRAIGHTEN THINGS UP.

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HOMETOWN :

Grozny, Russia

CURRENT RESIDENCE :

Little Hangleton, Dolohov residence.

CURRENT EMPLOYMENT [/color]:

Death Eater, Obliviator

MOTHER'S NAME :

Anzhela Dolohov ( nee Pavlushka )

FATHER'S NAME :

Mikhail Dolohov

SIBLINGS :

N/A

OVERALL HISTORY :

The Dolohov line of witches and wizards travels back many generations; they pride on their pure lineage. Mikhail Dolohov and Anzhela Pavlushka was a strategical match to continue this tradition. It was not a match of love in the least--Anzhela was his property, and he was in control. Their relationship was either volatile or strained, with no in-between. Antonin's birth made both families smirk in confidence, for they assumed that, as a Dolohov, he would be a great wizard like the rest of them. It was not easy to grow up in this setting. From day one, a lot of pressure was placed upon baby Antonin--the family refused to raise an idiot, or a child that would grow up to dishonor them. He was under strict supervision and high expectations. From the moment the boy could read, books beyond his experience, were shoved under his nose and incantations practiced. This would go on every day, for hours at a time. And they were sure to separate the child from muggles and blood traitors; he did not understand why until he was older, and by that time, his own dislike of them had grown.

Antonin was sent to Hogwarts on schedule, though with his parents' instruction, he was ahead of class and often bored as a Ravenclaw student. Still, it did not stop the boy from work first, play later--if he had to spend four hours in the library to finish an essay, then so be it. He would rather that, than have a howler swoop down on him in front of the other students. Antonin also avoided muggleborns, often not wasting the energy to recognize them as serious wizards. It actually offended him to have them in the same classroom, let alone the same school. But, he learned fast that to pretend as if it did not matter, would earn him greater success. A pleasant attitude made folks believe him, which proved useful if he wanted to play tricks. During school, Antonin went through puberty and sprouted several inches to his now six foot one height, and the acne was utter hell. His mother sent several ointments and charms that would help. Meanwhile, the teenager watched his "handsome" friends go through relationship after relationship, heartbreak after heartbreak--it was rather amusing for him. For Antonin, girls became a sport. He wanted to prove, to himself at least, that he was not so weak.

At the tender age of eighteen, Antonin got one of his conquests pregnant. Her name was Lynn Martins, one of the Hufflepuffs he lured into bed with false promise of love. The second he graduated, he left her and the son they made--he did not even wait to help name the child. A family was not on his mind right now, and Lynn would not be anyone he'd marry. Her family lacked pure lineage as his; she had been for sport, nothing more. Antonin moved on to perfect his skills and further himself into a career as a duelist. Great with a wand and a quick thinker, he proved to be a formidable young appointment. Eventually, the young man had to learn Occlumency to ensure victory against the more seasoned duelers. It was a long, slow, and rigorous process to protect his mind from others--but he did it. And all the while, his world continued to be polluted with more and more muggleborns and blood traitors. It came to be that he only wanted to duel against those people, in his own personal shut-down of what they were. Since... he could not openly spit on them without losing face.

Whispers of a cleanse of the wizarding world soon began, however. Promises that mudbloods and blood traitors would be wiped out completely or enslaved came from one man, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Antonin considered the wizard power-hungry, impatient, and full of himself--but, he was a mover and a shaker. He could make things happen by using the fear that other, weaker, witches and wizards held for him. Antonin liked this; he could ride the coattails of this seemingly great wizard while everyone around him destroyed themselves. He would not have to lift a damn finger, which suited him fine. And so, the man aligned himself with the Dark Lord as one of his first Death Eaters. The dark mark was singed into his wrist and from that day on, his so-called loyalty was for a man he counted on to bring his world back to how it should be. Muggle-free.

Antonin's skills as a duelist became quite useful--he was made head Obliviator, and was used for intimidation factors against wizards of interest to Voldemort. If the Dark Lord wanted someone, Antonin and other wizards would go out to get them. It was join or die. He was twenty-six when he made his first kill. Surprisingly, it was quite easy for the man to step over the body and walk away. And over the next few years, it was second nature to whip out his wand and throw a curse. Antonin disengaged himself from his work and his loyalty; he followed in the shadows. He continues to follow in the shadows. Just waiting for others to fall in on themselves. He plans to be the last one standing.

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FINISHING TOUCHES.
THE SAD ENDING TO A PERFECT BEGINNING.

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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE :

"Yeah, I see tha monkeys 'ere too, Logan," Maverick said into the phone softly as the animal in front of him gave a high-pitched called; on the other line, he could hear the commotion from those monkeys too. The man did not appear to be the least bit embarrassed by the misty tears in his eyes--he was too into the phone call to be mindful of other people, anyway. Besides, it was not every day that a man discovered he had a three year old son waiting for him to come home. When Lisa had told him the news, a variety of emotions had swept through him. Surprise, disbelief, upset, anger, understanding, and pride ( and maybe not in that order ). How could she have kept the secret from him so long? The night before, they had spent four hours in conversation. Maverick recalled that this same woman had made him blubber like a baby once before. After a while, he came to understand her reasoning. She had tried to tell him through letters in the months when she learned of her pregnancy, but with the army and Maverick constantly on the move, they were all returned to her, unread. And then she figured this was something to tell him face to face, but he had heard Logan crying last night and when asked about the noise, she had broke down the entire story to him.

Maverick had not slept since he found out. He got to speak with Logan and to hear his son's voice for the first time had been very emotional. It was strange to realize that a man could love someone so much already, and he did not even know what the kid looked like. Lisa had sworn up and down he was a miniature Maverick though, which had made him feel great. He wanted to be back with his family, now that he had to meet this new addition. But at the same time, the man felt honor-bound to remain where he was until Miss Skylar told him to leave. Michaels would not have wanted anything less. Lisa and he had toyed with the idea of relocating to Norfolk--she understood his absence thus far--and decided it might be beneficial. But at the moment, there was no definite answer. Maverick had to get some land and open his ranch, create a stable environment for his family, before he had them come down. He did not want Logan sleeping in a hotel, no matter how nice it was. But for now, they were talking and it was enough to soothe the ache in his chest. Lisa had said that Logan had been bouncing for days and wanting to go to the zoo, so Maverick had decided to make it a "family" affair.

True, it was not the most spectacular way to enjoy his son's life, but it was all he could do at the moment. Besides, Logan kept babbling into the phone about his excitement and describing the animals he would see. Maverick got to teach the tyke what these animals were, and the boy would repeat the word back with that slight child-lisp all three year olds seemed to possess. Of course this would make him want to cry. He was about ready to demand Lisa get their asses in Norfolk right this second, or jump on a plane himself. The ex-Lieutenant limped a few feet on, rubbing two fingers over his eyes to wipe away the unshed tears. It did not erase the red there, or the fact that he had been crying. Logan was now telling his father that a monkey had just fell from the tree. Maverick laughed lightly, his gaze straying from the monkey cage in front of him to the people nearest him. They were making a lot of noise with a camera and the female voice had sounded so familiar. And for a damned good reason. "Miss Skylar?" Maverick mouthed this shock to himself, half-listening to the boy begin a long diatribe on monkeys. It was hard to mistake the young girl for anyone else--that dark hair and those striking features had been inscribed to his memory through Michaels' word, mostly, and the few times he had seen her.

What surprised him most was the fact that one, she was at the zoo. And two, she was with another man. Maverick's brows rose very high, his mind going through many different thoughts and trying to understand the situation without having to ask them. It was not his business, after all. But it was kind of tough to see this girl that his best friend had been so in love with, apparently get so quickly over the man's death. It was not that Maverick assumed she would never date again, but it had taken even him a much longer amount of time to come to terms with Michaels' death. Here she was, already laughing and goofing off with someone. He just did not understand. Though, he had to remind himself that folks coped differently, and maybe this was just an elaborate way to take her mind off things. He could not forget the last few times he had seen her... She had been so torn and miserable. Now? It was the first time he had seen her smile.

Maverick blinked in some realization that the girl had seen him the same time he had seen her, and was now on her way over. Logan had not taken a breath in his long explanation. The man paused, balancing himself into a comfortable position as Miss Skylar approached with some concern on her face. If she thought he was going to yell at her for the odd behavior she was exhibiting, she was very wrong--there was no need to march over and explain herself to him. She was an adult. But, it seemed her concern was not for herself, but for him. "Ah," he said dumbly, stalling for a moment to think of something to say. "Logan," he said into the phone now, holding up a finger to the girl so she would wait a second, "I'll 'ave ta call ya back, son. I'll call ya right back." He waited until the phone was disconnected before turning his cell phone off. Lord, this was very awkward. Maverick rubbed the back of his neck, the uncertainty written all over his features. "Naw Miss Skylar, I'm jus' fine," he assured her slowly, glancing over at the guy she had left standing a few feet back before his gaze returned to hers. "I... really should get goin'," he murmured, eyes moving to the ground.

[WHOREMORESEXUAL.]