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Aureliano Amadori
977 October 3rd, 1040 Italian Wizarding School Ministry - Therapist Half-blood Florence, Italy. London, England | PERSONALITY: Aure is a worldly man as he's had centuries to see and do whatever he wished, in the protection of the night of course. He is generous, warm, and always picks his words carefully. A diplomatic trait he picked up when in Rome. One the other hand he can take a lot of time to make decisions can overextend himself trying to appease a crowd, and tends to need more time away to recharge after large social events. He can be a bit daydreamy when thinking of old times, admiring art, and will often lose days when painting until interrupted or he ends up hungry. ASPIRATION: Short-term is to find work he enjoys because his leisurely lifestyle feels too isolated. Long term he would like to open an art institution to educate Muggles and Wizarding kind alike about the art of past eras. | LIKES: - The arts - Sculptures - Ppaintings - Written word - Old languages - Wine - Social gatherings - Playing his violin - Peaceful days DISLIKES: - Modern-day math - People being rude - Aart critics - Narrow-mindedness - Computers - Cluttered spaces - Sailing - Closed/small spaces - Cars |
FAMILY MEMBERS. | Gianni Amadori , father, 1010 Gino Amadori , uncle, 1010 |
CHILDHOOD. | In 1040 AD a woman gave birth to a child in the Duchy of Tuscany in a small village outside of Florence. The woman had been seeing Gianni Amadori for many years when she had become pregnant and was overjoyed to have a son between them. The boy had his father's dark hair but his mother's bright blue eyes. A loving child he was oft clinging to his mother's skirt when strangers came to visit but was always laughing and smiling at his parents. Especially when his father visited. Being poor they often worked to grow their own food, with Aure helping his mother gather and prepare food as soon as he was able. As he grew he did more work for her to ensure their lives went undisturbed even offering help to their neighbours in trade for things they needed, materials to repair their home for one. |
YEAR 01. | At eleven years old he was approached by an old woman who spoke to both he and his mother about a magical school. As a wizard he needed training as several mishaps with magic had occurred thus far and needed honing. After some persuasion he was escorted around to retrieve a wand. This was all he arrived at school with to learn with the handful of other young witched and wizards. Magic was more loosely taught to them, all seated in one room. They studied, practiced, ate, and slept together in the same spaces. |
YEAR 02. | By his second year the young man was proving to be rather gifted with magic, spells working for him as easily as breathing. His reading comprehension had improved to a point where he could even point out certain spells on parchment. When the school year ended he had notably said he was very excited to come back. This was the last anyone saw or heard from the boy and his mother. |
YEAR 03. | When he was thirteen things changed dramatically when the Norman armies clashed with the Holy Roman Empire. His mother lost her life in this conflict and his home was razed and he found himself swept away and far from his comfortable quiet life. Aure was eventually settled, bought, and served a well-to-do family where he learned more 'sophisticated' behaviour and how to weigh his words very carefully. |
ADULTHOOD. | For four years he served faithfully until he contracted a sickness. His health deteriorated quickly, coughing, and wheezing, to the point blood was coming up. Terrified of whatever he had the young man was forced out of the home he had been tethered to and found himself where all other afflicted people ended up. Among the sick and dying, are those afflicted with similar plague or leprosy. Just when Aure thought his end had come he was surprised instead by a face he recognized even in his delirium. As luck would have it his father had been searching for him since his abduction from his home and had found him before death could claim him. At least not in a permanent way. This is when he transitioned from a mortal life into a nocturnal creature. For a time he stayed with Gianni to better adjust to the changes, not just in his new freedom but to the restrictions and diet of a vampire. Young, not particularly educated, his rocky start to life bloomed until he was ready to stay on his own two feet. When he finally left home he went to learn, to see the world and what it had to offer which is how he fell in love with the arts. Theater, painting, sculpture, the written words of poetry and story. These things he hoarded en masse for their beauty and how they brought joy to his otherwise sunless dwellings. Centuries came and went and he was careful to not be found out. Moving when he had to, changing his name or documents to continue observing the changes the world made. He had a home built in the very outskirts of Florence, to be near his father's home town, and filled it with various works as he found them. While he collected he never made his home cluttered or overly filled and would sometimes sell great works of art for the money to upkeep his home and his hobby. His estate grew over the years, his property spanning hundreds of acres with his villa at the center. Blocked from working in the daylight hours he was eventually convinced to sell pieces to poor farmers looking to make a fresh start, something he himself felt a great sympathy for. This meant he ended up with several neighbours who he was happy to see flourish. Time slipped by so quickly when one lived forever and things changed over the years, the growth of nations, wars, famine, the spread of the Black Plague becoming one of the biggest death tolls rise and, quite frankly, easier hunting. Even if he himself tried to avoid areas of sickness for the memory of he himself being so afflicted once upon a time. By the time the Renaissance came along things had greatly changed in the four centuries since he had been turned. The art itself! He was fascinated by the art being produced, finding himself in possession of art pieces that he proudly displayed on his walls. Aure loved showing them off, having gatherings of both mortals and other vampires by to show them what humans were producing, and how wonderfully creative they were. In 1801 Florence changed again, and again, and again as Napoleonic rule came, went, and things changed and the land finally became a region of Italy. Aure always stayed the same, traveling the world made it easier for no one to suspect what he was. By the time he landed back in Italy, it was before world war two. Seeing the way things were headed he cleared his estate of all his precious belongings and relocated them somewhere safe. A good call as the Germans came to occupy his home city for a year. He stayed away from the fighting and devastation in the years to follow and only returned once the war was over and he could rebuild any damages. He stayed here in Florence for another century before he needed to go somewhere new once more. Finding himself in Britain he settled in London to be at the center of a busy life-filled city as well as close to the magical community. His home in Florence was maintained by a couple of house elves he had taken from horrid conditions and left to care for his ages-old home in his absence. Things had changed so much since his youth that he spent every night out among people going and doing as much as he could to keep up with the ever-changing scenery. He was approached by someone in need of help, of hope. Their son was dying, and his health only getting worse with no cure. It took some thought but Aure decided he was more than old enough to have a new sireling and who was he to deny this young child, not much younger than he himself had been, a new lease on life? Turning Calixto came with its responsibilities of course. He was constantly making sure his young charge was doing well, not having issues with his control and hunger. A young vampire could be so finicky after all. But Calixto was adjusting well, even at Hogwarts. It was such a wonder that the school was so open about non-human students. Even werewolves. it was truly amazing since he, himself, had learned his magic through a bit of deception on his part about his nature. While he was not hurting in the least for money he did find himself bored with aimless wanderings and started to look for employment in the magical community, deciding to stick around for his young charge's needs and looking forward to a new, brighter, future. |
RP SAMPLE (200 words min.)
Summer 1945
The villa was bathed in moonlight, the windows tosses open to let in the fresh breeze making ripples of the tall grass. Lights flickered in the third story as music trickled out into the night. The sound of the single violin lost in the open air as quickly as the notes were played. Silhouetted in one window was a slim figure, a light button down shirt tucked into trousers as he seemed to float by the windows. It was a night to celebrate the end to the world war, a return to a home and normalcy. Magic had done wonders in repairing walls, cracks and broken beams easily finding their place back where they belonged only days before. The villa had been fixed, cleared, and then his precious belongings had been brought back in the night to not attract attention.
Inside the building the pale man with black hair was moving quietly about the largest third-floor room, walls plastered with paintings and sculptures placed strategically that he was moving around. The smile on his face revealed two very sharp incisors as the violin bow pulled slowly and steadily over the well-used strings. As his blue eyes opened and the last note wavered in the air his gaze seemed lost to, unseeing the actual surroundings. At least up until a high-pitched squeaky voice interrupted whatever memories his mind was lost in. Those blue eyes shifted from the spot on the nearby wall and down to near his feet where a pillow case-wearing house elf stood looking up at him. "Master Amadori? Master Amadori, excuse me?"
"Ah, my apologies Zinky, does something require my attention?"
"Yes sir! There's a guest at the door, sir, requesting to speak with you?"
"Ah, thank you Zinky, you go ahead and take the night off. And tell Kapp as well won't you mi amice?" The bat-eared house elf's eyes went wide and she nodded so enthusiastically that her ears smacked her in the face. He chuckled faintly as she scampered out of the room to go find her brother, Kapp, which would give him the house alone with this guest at his door. Even from here, he could smell the human who had wandered to his front door and after a day of repairs and travel, he was starving. The sound of blood pumping through the unknown person made his eyes glow red, itching to put his fangs in him as he attempted to maintain composure on the way to the door.
On his doorstep stood a middle-aged man who was almost startled as the door came open, the difference between darkness and the light of inside set the unknown man to blinking. Aureliano spotted the gun at the man's waist which was poorly concealed. "Buona sera, may I help you with something?" His polite nature was almost his downside as the gun came up from its place and the shot barely missed his chest. Hungry and now deeply offended the man at his door hadn't even bothered being polite! He had moved faster than this stranger and before the man even knew it Aure's fangs were embedded deep in his neck to sate his hunger. Dragging him inside to not be spotted without he took his time feeding. The rest of the night? Well, the violin was heard again for several hours after, until just before dawn's light.
The villa was bathed in moonlight, the windows tosses open to let in the fresh breeze making ripples of the tall grass. Lights flickered in the third story as music trickled out into the night. The sound of the single violin lost in the open air as quickly as the notes were played. Silhouetted in one window was a slim figure, a light button down shirt tucked into trousers as he seemed to float by the windows. It was a night to celebrate the end to the world war, a return to a home and normalcy. Magic had done wonders in repairing walls, cracks and broken beams easily finding their place back where they belonged only days before. The villa had been fixed, cleared, and then his precious belongings had been brought back in the night to not attract attention.
Inside the building the pale man with black hair was moving quietly about the largest third-floor room, walls plastered with paintings and sculptures placed strategically that he was moving around. The smile on his face revealed two very sharp incisors as the violin bow pulled slowly and steadily over the well-used strings. As his blue eyes opened and the last note wavered in the air his gaze seemed lost to, unseeing the actual surroundings. At least up until a high-pitched squeaky voice interrupted whatever memories his mind was lost in. Those blue eyes shifted from the spot on the nearby wall and down to near his feet where a pillow case-wearing house elf stood looking up at him. "Master Amadori? Master Amadori, excuse me?"
"Ah, my apologies Zinky, does something require my attention?"
"Yes sir! There's a guest at the door, sir, requesting to speak with you?"
"Ah, thank you Zinky, you go ahead and take the night off. And tell Kapp as well won't you mi amice?" The bat-eared house elf's eyes went wide and she nodded so enthusiastically that her ears smacked her in the face. He chuckled faintly as she scampered out of the room to go find her brother, Kapp, which would give him the house alone with this guest at his door. Even from here, he could smell the human who had wandered to his front door and after a day of repairs and travel, he was starving. The sound of blood pumping through the unknown person made his eyes glow red, itching to put his fangs in him as he attempted to maintain composure on the way to the door.
On his doorstep stood a middle-aged man who was almost startled as the door came open, the difference between darkness and the light of inside set the unknown man to blinking. Aureliano spotted the gun at the man's waist which was poorly concealed. "Buona sera, may I help you with something?" His polite nature was almost his downside as the gun came up from its place and the shot barely missed his chest. Hungry and now deeply offended the man at his door hadn't even bothered being polite! He had moved faster than this stranger and before the man even knew it Aure's fangs were embedded deep in his neck to sate his hunger. Dragging him inside to not be spotted without he took his time feeding. The rest of the night? Well, the violin was heard again for several hours after, until just before dawn's light.
OOC INFO
Alias: Remy
Other Characters: Remington Grebe , Kazunori Zhang , Ciaran Gilpatrick
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Other Characters: Remington Grebe , Kazunori Zhang , Ciaran Gilpatrick
Activity Check: n/a
DO NOT REMOVE: Your application will be looked over as soon as possible. Please do not ask any of the admins to look over your application unless it has been two days (48 hours) since you've finished the application. You have three weeks to finish the application, or it will be archived. If this happens, you're free to apply again.
