D'OROLIONE, Ezio Leonardo Valderes

name: Ezio Leonardo Valderes D’orolione
age/year: He is 17 years old and in his 6th year
date of birth: September 11, 2006
house/occupation: Ravenclaw
bloodstatus: Pureblood
wands:

WOOD: (quote from Olivander) Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of dueling and all curses. However, it is untrue to say (as those unlearned in wandlore often do) that those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts than another. The witch or wizard best suited to a yew wand might equally prove a fierce protector of others. Wands hewn from these most long-lived trees have been found in the possession of heroes quite as often as of villains. Where wizards have been buried with wands of yew, the wand generally sprouts into a tree guarding the dead owner’s grave. What is certain, in my experience, is that the yew wand never chooses either a mediocre or a timid owner.

CORES: Phoenix Feather/Chimera Scale Fragment

LENGTH: 15 inches

STRENTH: Ridged

Family heirloom from Italy
As stated it is 15 inches long. The wood is unstained on the body, so it is a very lovely golden color that almost resembles stone. The handle is comprised of a carved eagle with its head pointing away from the wand, and its wings wrapped around the body of the wand. The eagle's body is stained black, and the natural colored beak hooks over his pinky finger, helping the wand fit into his hand more comfortably. It is called Aquila Cuore, which means Eagle Heart, but he just calls it Aquila. He was very proud the day his father gave it to him. It was like he was telling Ezio he was good enough to take his brother's place as his father's heir. The wand hasn't worked at its full power since it left Italy, but that's about to change.

broom: Fireblot

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height: 6 ft
weight: 187-191 lb
general description:

He has black hair that is slightly shaggy. He has bangs that sweep the left as you are looking at him and just reach his eye brows. It usually looks like he rolled out of bed and ran his fingers through it a few times to get the tangles out. He had been known to give it a slick to the side, but only if it's for a family function. He has traditionally shaped European eyes, not squinted or open and round, more of an almond shape. They are colored blue-green, something he got from his mother's English side. His lashes are not heavy, and he likes it like that. His eyebrows are a bit on the heavier side, but then again, he is a guy so it works. He keeps them fairly well groomed without having them look like they are. Ezio's face is quite angular. His nose has a strong bridge to it thanks to his Italian lineage, but it's not like the big Greek noses with the hump in the middle. He has strong cheekbones without them being overly pronounced and his jaw line is square and masculine. Ezio's chin is hyper masculine and squared off but nor is it pointed like a woman's. It just wide enough to be manly and yet able to convey a gentleness about himself. Ezio is in excellent shape since he has to try out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team every year. He's been on the team since his second year, but he did try out his first year. He thinks he didn't get on simply because he was a First Year. He wakes up early each morning to go for a jog and swim in the lake when it's warm enough. He has also utilized the Room of Requirement on occasion when it was too cold to swim outside. He is muscular which are also well defined, this explains his higher weight for his height. He can't be unseated easily by a bludger now can he? If not in uniform, which are always neat and pressed, he almost always wears a dress shirt without a tie; they can choke something awful. He wears slacks and black, non-casual shoes. The only time he deviates from this is when he is working out, but he's much more comfortable in a dress shirt, dark slacks, and black shoes.
face claim: Tom Welling

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likes:
Writing post-apocalyptic fantasy
Fencing and sword play
Flying
Horseback riding
Thunderstorms
Warm summer rains
His spectacled owl, Walhalla
His cousin Amelia

dislikes:
Cold rain any time of the year
People staring at him and never saying anything
Talking about his brother
Anything about his scar, including but not limited to; starting at it, talk about it, having it talked about.
Being asked a hundred questions, 60% of which he had already answered at least three times
Cooked spinach
His looks. While he likes them, he claims he's had girls staring at him for a long time and never saying anything. He says he finds it disturbing.
His father

strengths:
Speaking Italian
Flying
DADA
Cool headed in a crises

weaknesses:
Coldness, few people can get past it
His brother's death
The need to prove himself to his father
People he cares about being threatened

dementor:
It brings back the shrieking, howling, inhuman noises his mother made when the body of his brother was discovered. Dementors would almost paralyze him with the fear and horror he had felt that day.

boggart:
Ezio is most afraid of suicide. Whether it be himself committing it, or anyone around him. If he hears that someone is thinking about suicide, he will try to stop them. It's one of those rare moments when a softer side of him is seen. Once again this has to do with the death of his brother. His boggart takes on the form of his brother, hanging in mid air with three Slytherin ties stringing him up. Sometimes it's a fresh death, and sometimes it's all rotted and decayed.

mirror of erised:
His brother being his best man at his wedding
His father dead at his feet and him wearing the family ring
Holding a baby, knowing that the woman he loves is just out of the frame of the mirror

amortentia:
Horses; like a farm early in the morning, just after the stalls have been cleaned.
Snow; like how it smells just before hand. He describes it as smelling sharper, like you could smell for miles.
Wisteria, the flowing vine. Some people says it smells too sweet, but Ezio finds it irresistible.
Lemons

veritaserum
He is scared of falling in love because of what happened to his brother.
Climbing really tall ladders, but brooms and roofs don’t bother him

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mother:
Name: Aldora Evelyn D'orolione (nee Keaton)
Blood Status: Pureblood
Age: 47
DOB: 1976
Graduated: 1993
House: Slytherin
Occupation: House Wife

father:
Name: Ceasare Henry Tiberio D'orolione
Blood Status: Pureblood
Age: 50
Date Of Birth: 1973
Graduated: 1990
House: Slytherin
Occupation: Executive Vice President of Lloyds Banking Group and liaison between the wizarding financial world and the muggle one

siblings:
Name: Tiberius Salvatore Jethro D'orolione
Blood Status: Pureblood
Age: Would be currently be 28. Was 19
DOB: 1995
Date Of Death: 2014
Graduated: 2012
House: Slytherin
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Name: Amelia Marvina Bosch D'orolione
Blood Status: Pureblood
Age: 10
DOB: 2013
Adopted: 2015

Grandparents:
Name: Drago Angelo Ceasare D'orolione (Pureblood)
Age: 75
DOB: 1948
Graduated: 1965 Slytherin
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Name: Pandora Ferrah Lynn D'orolione (nee Payton) (Pureblood)
Age: 63
DOB: 1960
Graduated: 1977 Slytherin
Great Grantparents:
Name: Ezio Drago Antonio D'orolione (Pureblood)
Age: 100
DOB: 1923 (Italy)
Graduated: 1940 Gryffindor
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Name: Phoebe Sigourney D'orolione (nee Armstrong) (Pureblood)
Age: Would be 98. Died at 87
DOB: 1925 DOD: 2013
Graduated: 1942 Slytherin

Great Great Grandfather
Name: Giovanni Ezio Alessandro D'orolione (Pureblood)
Age: 85
DOB: 1903 (Italy) DOD: 1988 (Italy)
Graduated: 1919
House: Casa delle Aquile (Italy) {Means: House of the Eagle}

pets:
Wahalla: Spectacled Owl. Female. She has a pure white head and body. Her wings are black with two thin white bars. There is a heart shaped mask over her eyes and across her beak only.

Tecumseh: American Quarter Horse. Male. He is solid black with a white star in the middle of his forehead.

Negeen: Akhal-Teke horse. Female. She looks like solid gold with just a hint of perfectly blended in black socks on all four legs and the color darkens to dark brown on her nose. Her mane is also midnight black

history:
Ezio's great grandfather, Ezio Drago Antonio D'orolione, moved his family to Great Britain from Italy shortly after his first son was born. Ezio Drago had a specific reason for uprooting his new family and moving so far away from everything they had known for centuries. All marriages up to, and including Drago's own, had been arranged around the age of five. However, when his first son was born, he knew there were no females that would be eligible for him when he became of marrying age. Drago's solution was to move to the nearest major world power that also had a well respected wizarding school. That nation just so happened to be England. In 1927, Ezio's grandfather moved his entire family. They bought a large swath of land in Crieff, Perthshire in Scotland, and let the forest grow naturally on all four boarders, with part of the manor nestled against the forest. They constructed a large manor, with a slightly Renaissance Italian feel. The D'orolione's have always owned that home, and now own the Falxman Terrace house in London, where they live during the school year so that coming home for Christmas is easier on their son.

Once they had settled, more children were born. All the children had private tutors until their Hogwarts letters arrived. All their children went to school, got married and had children of their own, the first born sons inheriting the house and a name from their father. Each generation has repeated this with varying numbers of children, Wizarding and World Wars barring the way. Ezio's great uncle joined Voldermort, and was killed in the First Wizard War. His father's cousin joined Voldermort during the Second Wizard War, and was captured after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Ezio's parents were introduced to each other while they were both still in school . Ceasare proposed to Aldora when he was in his seventh year. They married three years later, shortly after Aldora graduated. Their first child came two years after that. A lovely, healthy, baby boy, they named Tiberius Salvatore Jethro Auditore. He grew up a very privileged life, and yet, while his nurses may have spoiled him rotten, his parents and tutors were not so generous. They pushed him to do his best, and punished him when he was naughty. Between 1996 and 2006, Aldora suffered two miscarriages, and one still birth. So, in 2006, they were slightly, but pleasantly surprised when Vladeres was born. He grew up in much the same manner his brother had. They were, for all intents and purposes, a happy family. They showed each other love and respect. They comforted each other when things got rough, or they had a bad day.

That all changed one fateful day in 2014 when Valderes was eight years old. But first, we need to go back a few years to the summer before Tiberius' sixth year at Hogwarts. At the party his parents held, for all the wealthy wizdarding families in England, that marked the return to school, Tiberius met a lovely pureblood girl only a year younger than himself. He told his parents that he would like to court her, and they happily gave him their blessing. He courted her through his sixth and seventh years, and just like his father, asked her to marry him after she graduated. She agreed, and her parents gave their blessing to the young couple. They where to get married shortly after she graduated the next year, but she kept pushing the date back. Three months after graduation; five months; six months after she had graduated. The day before the wedding, she finally told Tiberius that she couldn't marry him. She was leaving him for a muggle who had promised her a house of her own, without her in-laws living with them. She said she had fallen in love with him years before, but wasn't sure how to broach the subject with her pureblood parents. Tiberius was devastated, as he had fallen madly in love with the girl. He withdrew from family activities, becoming severely depressed, and would almost never come out of his room. One evening, in 2014, as the rest of the family was preparing to go out on their daily walk around the gardens, Ezio had gone up to his brother's room, hoping to persuade him to join them. As usual Tiberius declined the offer. Ezio, his mother, and his father went on their walk, enjoying the calming feeling of the gardens. Near a stream that ran through the property, Ezio found a peculiar stone, one that he had never seen before. One side seemed to be a shell, like that of a sea creature, while the other side was like a normal, bumpy rock. He was fascinated, and upon reaching the manor, bounded up the stairs to his brother's room to show him the fantastic rock. He flung open the double doors crying, "Ty, Ty. You will not believe what I have found. It is like..." His words died off as his eyes focused on the bed. There lay his brother's wand, snapped in half. A cold stillness shrouded his heart and he shivered. He took a tentative step into the room, and looked around his eyes falling lastly on the closet door. There, hanging just inside was the corpse of his brother, strung up by three of his Slytherin ties. His shrill scream brought his mother running. Aldora in turn collapsed to the floor shrieking for her lost son. Ezio barely heard her over his own weeping cries. His hearing also seemed to have gotten muffled, like someone had clamped their hands over his ears. He remembers someone dragging him out of the room, while two servants took his mother from the room. Nothing was the same after that. The house grew still, almost cold. His parents almost ceased to interact with him. No more family walks in the garden. Meal times where strained, and often taken in their own rooms.

His father had also become very abusive, both emotionally and physically towards Ezio, always telling him that he could never match up to his brother. Ezio has had many visits from the family physicians for falling down stairs, or falling off his horse; things that had never actually happened the way they were said to have happened. His father also harshly tried to train him in Occulmency, something that any reasonable person would know a ten year old would never be able to do. It was during one of these training sessions that he received the worst injury to date from his father. It had been going on for hours and Ezio was completely exhausted. His mother had been quietly rocking in a chair, looking out a window, not really there, or anywhere but had seemed to come to enough to suggest a break for dinner. Without waiting for his father to approve this statement, he jumped out of his chair. This, of course, incensed his father who backhanded him hard enough to launch the ten year old off his feet and send him flying into the corner of a table. With a split head Ezio had stumbled towards the stair in an attempt to get away from his father, but he wasn’t fast enough and found himself tumbling down the stairs. It was at this time that his mother actually stepped in and stopped his father. If she hadn’t, he may actually be dead. As it was, he was unconscious for three days. It is also how he got the scar behind his ear that follows his hair line. He never talks about it and doesn’t like it when people ask, it is also another reason he keeps his hair a bit long to hide it. Ezio does now know Occulmency, but he has only learned it in the past year. He had done this partly to show his dad that he could do something right, but that kind of feeling had been growing for some time; the feeling that he needed to break away from his father. The other reason he worked so hard to learn Occulmency in his fourth and fifth year was because he felt a need to hide his mind from his own father.

A small ray of light has pierced this descending cloud of doom however. This ray of sunshine came to them in the form of a baby. Not their own child, but Ceasare's sister's child. Her name is Amelia Marvina Bosch Auditore. It was an odd happening. Ceasare's sister had married David Bosch, and together they had little Amelia in 2013. Two years later, the couple where on a date in London and got a bit lost, ending up in a bad section of town. Little known to them, they had entered a border neighborhood of two rival gangs, and before either could draw their wands to apparate, BANG! Shots rang out all around them, and they had been killed. Ceasare and Aldora had been named her godparents, and so became her legal guardians. Ezio immediately fell in love with the little girl, with big blue eyes and soft, curly brown hair. She was his sister, and gave them the first smiles they had had in years. She is just about the only thing in this world that makes Ezio truly happy. He knows she is the only reason that he has not turned out like his father since she is almost ignored by his parents and Ezio helped raise her as his heart told him to.

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alias: Bones
age: 25 soon to be 26
experience: Um…..fudgel sticks. Not sure..
sample:
(This is a work of historical fiction with basis in the video games Assassin's Creed Two and Assassin's Creed Brotherhood by Ubisoft. One character is copy right of this company; Ezio Auditore da Firenze)

As she stood on the streets of Roma, she felt strangely at home. Strange, because this was not her home. Italy was not her home. Athea was from the City State of Athens in Greece, her home. She also happened to be an assassin. Athea absentmindedly ran her hand over her wrist, where her hidden blade was strapped, and looked around her again, trying to absorb it all, and start to memorize the city, piece by piece. She was also wondering where she could find certain people that she had been sent to see. Things had grown desperate in Athens, and in fact all of Greece. Her ever alert ears heard footsteps behind her. These were softer but faster than the ones of the normal population. She turned around, ready to spring her blade from its hiding spot. A young man in ragged clothes stopped dead in his tracks as their eyes met. Those around them seemed to disappear as she realized this man was a thief. She could see, that he knew she had come to that conclusion. He turned, and ran towards a dense pack of buildings. Her original destination had been a small island in the Tiber river. This slight delay could not cause harm, and something inside of her told her to take off after the man. She dodged through the crowd after him, hardly hearing comments from the Italian population around her.
"What's is her hurry?"
"Do you think she's late for something?"
After breaking through the crowd into a less busy street, Athea was just in time to see the would-be thief dart into an alley.
Ha! You can't get away that easily, she thought smugly to herself. She followed behind, without breaking stride. She was forced to skid to a halt though once she had turned into the alley, for it dead ended into the back side of a multi level house.
Or maybe you can, she once again thought to herself as she stood there, stunned for a moment before hearing roof tiles slide around above her. She looked up to see a couple of the tiles slide off the roof of the house and crash onto the ground in front of her, shattering. The assassin sprang forward, with renewed vigor, and with a high leap, managed to grab hold of the window frame with both her gloved hands and leather booted feet. She looked up, searching for hand holds, and letting her loose, curly, dark brown hair fall behind her shoulders. Finding a hand hold, she reached up and began to hoist herself up with one hand pulling, and the other hand, along with her feet, pushing, her grey eyes already searching for the next hand hold. In a matter of seconds, she had gained the roof, and started off again after the thief. He glanced over his shoulder, a wide grin in his face. Moments later he flung himself off a church roof, seemingly into open space. She stopped at the edge of the roof from which the young man had leapt. Below her opened a plaza that separated the surrounding buildings from the famed Roman Pantheon. Athea forgot, for a minute, all about the thief as she stared up at the huge dome in wonder. The noise from the plaza below filtered into her ears as the adrenaline from the chase wore off. Her mind wondered back to the thief and she scanned the crowded streets. She could not find the man.
"Damn it," she muttered in Greek. She had lost sight of him, and because Athea had yet to start her training in the second sight, or Eagle Vision, she had no way to pick up the rouge's hidden trail. She sat down on the edge of the church's titled roof, the morning sun just beginning to warm them. She gazed up at the tall dome, and a thought came to her.
"Perhaps I can see Tiber Island from up there," she mused to herself in her native tongue.
"Do you need help getting down?" A strong male voice asked from behind her, in Italian. Athea quickly stood up, and turned around, reaching for her dagger.
"Please, madona. There is no need for violence," he said, holding his hands up in surrender, palms facing her. She slowly lowered her hand from the hilt of her dagger as she took in his white assassin's robes, and hidden blade gauntlets. She quickly looked back up into his goateed face, just as he lowered his deep hood.
"You. You are Ezio Auditore da Firenze. The a'villafono derhose. The assassin master." Her voice held a disbelieving note as she answered him in Italian.
"Si singorina, I am. And now that you know who I am, perhaps you will tell me who you are." He gave her a small smirk.
"Si signor. I am Athea Mikos of Athens," she said, bowing with a closed fist over her heart. "I have been sent to find you. Things in Greece are not well. We need the help of your assassins if you can spare some. Our order is still new and struggling against the Templars to establish ourselves." She took a breath and plowed ahead. "We were first established, as I'm sure you know, by a member or your own order about ten years ago. But he is dead now and things have not gone well." She let out the rest of her breath as she finished. Ezio's face grew serious, and seemed to age about four years in two seconds.
"That is a serious problem." Her gave his chin a thoughtful stroke then he put a hand on her shoulder. "Come, we shall discuss this with Machiavelli on Tiber Island." He turned and with a step of a man many years his junior, started to lead her southward, toward the island. Athea smiled in relief and followed as best she could.