PERSONAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME : VICTOR OLIVER CZAR.
NICKNAME : VICTOR
AGE : 18
DATE OF BIRTH :
BIRTH PLACE : ?, SERBIA
GENDER : MALE, HE/HIM
SEXUALITY : ASEXUAL
BLOOD STATUS : PUREBLOOD

EYES : TURQUOISE, AQUA, TEAL
HAIR : BLACK
HEIGHT: 187 (6'1.5")

CHARACTERISTIC

HIS POSITIVE TRAITS ARE LEVEL HEADED, LOYAL (only to...) , FEARLESS BUT HIS NEUTRAL TRAITS ARE INDIFFERENT, SELF-CENTERED, ECCENTRIC HE LIKES MAXIMALISM, PRETTY SCENERY AND DISLIKES SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW THEIR PLACE AND HIS HOBBY IS PLAYING CHESS

AT HOGWARTS

HOUSE : GRYFFINDOR
YEAR : FIRST YEAR
WAND : HAWTHORN WOOD, PHOENIX FEATHER CORE, 12 ½, UNBENDING FEXIBILITY
PATRONUS : VULTURE

. . . EARLIER DAYS . . .

Born a fraternal twin, he arrived mere moments after the firstborn. They had shared a womb and a room—nothing more. Fate had drawn its line cleanly between them—separated by mere seconds, yet those seconds changed everything. As the younger son, he was taught to be loyal, even more so to his brother, for the family throne was never meant for him.So he learned — not to follow, but to master everything his brother was taught. Not to lead as the head, but to become what his brother could not be. Because he always knew, beyond all that there was something that belonged to him alone.Not a single trace of envy ever ran through his blood; he never even learned the shape of jealousy. Their parents gave them the same love — but where his brother was given responsibility, he was given freedom. Still a royal, bound by a lineage that must forever flow in his veins. Victor did what he had to do. And Victor did what he wanted to do — as he wished.

. . .
TEENAGE DAYS
. . .

At the age of eighteen, he was finally accepted into Hogwarts—a long-standing family tradition. Yet among all the Czar bloodline still bearing the crest of ancient houses, he was the only one of his generation to be sorted into Gryffindor. It did not trouble him. Legends whispered that, centuries ago, one of his own ancestors had once worn the same red and gold.

Before school claimed him, he spent most of his days wandering, travelling—crossing borders like pages in a book, challenging masters of chess in every places he set foot in, sometimes he wins sometimes he learns.

At Hogwarts, he carried that habit with him. Clever and effortlessly sociable, he gave the impression of someone who cared for very little. He delighted in lighthearted banter and idle conversations, though mostly with those bound to him by blood. He found equal joy in the thrill of Quidditch matches and in the quiet indulgence of a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks—well, unnoticed, ofcourse.

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