D'OROLIONE, Ezio Valderes Leonardo

EZIO VALDERES LEONARDO D'OROLIONE ,


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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
• the basics • the basics • the basics •
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( FULL NAME ) : Ezio Valderes Leonardo D'orolione
( NICKNAMES ) : Since I can't think of any, and he tends to be a loner so I don't know if his friends would give him any; for now I leave it blank. Perhaps some nice, or not so nice student will give him one.
( SEX ) : Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pureblood
( AGE & DOB ) : 17 years old. Born 5, October 1959
( YEAR ) : 6th because he was born after September 1st
( HOUSE ) :Ravenclaw, the Big Blue Machine
( CANON? ) : No
( OCCUPATION ) : Student
( AFFILIATION ) :Neutral for now
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) :Heterosexual, and not bloody curious
( WAND ) :
WOOD: 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.

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( WEAKNESSES ) :

( AMORTENTIA ) :

( RIDDIKULUS! ) :
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.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) :
His happiest memory is more like a long list of memories. About two years after his brother's death, a new member was added to their family. His father's sister and her husband were killed in a shooting between two muggle gangs in a bad part of London. They had a two year old daughter who was now orphaned. Ezio's father and mother had been named her legal guardians, and took her in shortly after the funeral. He loved little Amelia from the moment he met her, and never thought of her as anything but a sister. Even though his father never praised him or showed him any love, and his mother was almost barren of emotion; all after the loss of his brother; Amelia was full of life, love, and charming little giggles. Those memories are what he uses to produce his patronus. His patronus takes on the figure of a swan, so very different from the person he shows the rest of the world.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) :
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.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) :
What he sees, most of the time, is brother as his best man at his wedding. But sometimes it's his dad, beaming proudly at him.
( PERSONALITY ) :Ezio is considered to be very shy, something his father finds fault with a lot. This however is not the full story. He use to be a very outgoing type of person, but because of something that happened to his brother, he is now afraid to put himself out there emotionally. He is quite intelligent, just not in the way his father would have liked. If you can get past this outer shell you might find a warm caring guy, but no one has quite managed to get past those outer layers. He knows he looks good but doesn't use it to get his way, he wouldn't know how if even if he did want to do that. Ezio isn't one for creating open conflict, but he also isn't one for running from someone trying to push him or people he care for around. He won't start things, but he will finish them. All in all, Ezio was raised to be a gentleman, and to that he holds true. He's not a flirt and he's never had a drink of any kind. He will hold doors for girls and help them into and out of carriages. He will not throw his coat over a puddle and wishy washy girls, that just flail around and hope a man will come rescue them from the tiny little mouse three rooms away just annoy him though.

The Italian has taken quite well to all his classes, with the exception of Arithmancy. All those numbers just seem to jumble around in his head more than anything else. His strongest are Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and his wand seems to have indicated this when his family wand chose him after generations of dormancy. But as for how he would turn out, who knows. A wand of yew wood can go from good to dark in a flash if the will of the user is strong enough for bonding.

He has a few odd quirks that show cracks in his ice cold armor. Ezio tends to play with his left ear when nervous, but will always deny it if you call him out on it. This especially happens around girls he finds attractive. Even though his family are pureblood wizards, and believe purebloods are the best in the wizarding world, they also think that killing anyone, even a muggle, who has no wand brings dishonor to the family, so Ezio has been trained to use a sword and a little with guns. He doesn't like how loud guns are though. He doesn't exactly share his family views on not associating with muggles, but would never let anyone else in on it, unless you happen to be one of those muggles he has secretly befriended. Then again, how long can a secret like that really last in a school like Hogwarts, at a time like this.

( HAIR ) : His hair is between the middle and tops of his ears, depending on when he last had it cut. It's black, healthy and wavy. 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 likes his hair, it quit soft and almost always does what he wants, when he wants it.
( EYES ) : 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. Means he's never mistaken for some weirdo wearing mascara. 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.
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) : 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 pronounce 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.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) : 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's about six feet in height and between 187-191 pounds in weight. He is highly 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?
( ATTIRE ) : 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.
( PLAY-BY ) : Tom Welling hawt

( PARENTS ) :
Father:
Name: Ceasare Henry Tiberio D'orolione
Blood Status: Pureblood
Age: 52
Date Of Birth: 1924
Graduated: 1942
House: Slytherin
Occupation: Executive Vice President of Lloyds Banking Group
Mother
Name: Aldora Evelyn D'orolione (nee Keaton)
Blood Status: Pureblood
Age: 51
DOB: 1925
Graduated: 1943
House: Slytherin
Occupation: House Wife
( SIBLINGS ) :
Brother
Name: Tiberius Salvatore Jethro D'orolione
Blood Status: Pureblood
Age: Would be currently be 28. Was 19
DOB: 1945
Date Of Death: 1964
Graduated: 1963
House: Slytherin
Adopted Sister
Name: Amelia Marvina Bosch D'orolione
Blood Status: Pureblood
Age: 10
DOB: 1966
Adopted: 1968
( OTHERS ) :
Grandfather
Name: Drago Angelo Ceasare D'orolione (Pureblood)
Age: 75
DOB: 1901
Graduated: 1919 Slytherin
Grandmother
Name: Pandora Ferrah Lynn D'orolione (nee Payton) (Pureblood)
Age: 63
DOB: 1913
Graduated: 1931 Slytherin
Great Grandfather
Name: Ezio Drago Antonio D'orolione (Pureblood)
Age: 100
DOB: 1876
Graduated: 1894 Gryffindor
Great Grandmother
Name: Phoebe Sigourney D'orolione (nee Armstrong) (Pureblood)
Age: Would be 98. Died at 87
DOB: 1878 DOD: 1965
Graduated: 1896 Slytherin
Great Great Grandfather
Name: Giovanni Ezio Alessandro D'orolione (Pureblood)
Age: 85
DOB: 1856 (Italy) DOD: 1941 (England)
Graduated: 1874
House: Casa delle Aquile (Italy) {Means: House of the Eagle}

( HISTORY ) : Ezio's Great Great Gandfather, Giovanni, moved his family to Great Britain from Italy shortly after his first son, Ezio Drago, was born. Giovanni had a specific reason for uprooting his new family and moving them so far away from everything they had known for centuries. All marriages up to, and including Giovanni's own, had been arranged when the boy was around five to eight years old. When Giovanni's son was born, however, he knew there would be no one eligible for his son to marry. Giovanni's solution was simply to move to the next major world power that also had a highly respected wizarding school and community. That nation just happened to be England. In 1878, Ezio's great great grandfather moved his entire family. They bought a large swath of land in Crieff, Perthshire in Scotland. The forest was allowed to grow up around the manor house with the back of the mansion nestled into the trees to give them more privacy. Ezio's father bought the Falxman Terrace house in London to make coming home for the holidays like Christmas easier on his family.

Once Giovanni and his family had settled into their new Manor house at Drummond, more children fallowed Ezio Drago. All of Giovanni's children where provided with private tutors, both magical and not until their Hogwarts letters arrived. All of Giovanni's children went to Hogwarts, married other pureblood wizards and had children of their own. Each first born son has inherited the house when they marry and a name from their father, and each generation has repeated these traditions with varying numbers of children two World Wars and a Great Depression barring the way.

I do suppose we should move onto our subject's parents and how they came to be together now shouldn't we. Ezio's parents were introduced to each other when Aldora was in her second year and Ceasare was in his fifth year. He proposed to her in his seventh year and three years after, after she had graduated, they married. A lovely, healthy, baby boy they named Tiberius Salvatore Jethro D'orolione. 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 every day to do his best, and punished him when he was naughty. Between 1945 and 1959, Aldora suffered two miscarriages and a still birth, so in when a healthy baby boy was born, they were all slightly, although pleasantly surprised. Ezio grew up in much the same manner his brother had before him. They were a happy little family who showed each other love, affection and support; each pushing the others to be at their best, especially the boys.

That all changed one fateful day in 1973 when Ezio was five years old. But first we need to go back a few years to the summer before Tiberius' fifth year at Hogwarts. His parents were known for the start of school parties they hosted every year since he had been eleven. The party was held for only the other pureblood wizarding families of wealth and it was to socialize and mark the return of the children going to school. Tiberius met a lovely girl only a year younger than himself and found her irresistible. He told his parents that he wanted to court her, and they happily gave him their blessing. He courted her, for two years, and then just like his father before him, he asked Sierra to marry him after she graduated. She agreed and her parents gave the marriage their consent. They were 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. The day before wedding, she finally told Tiberius that she couldn't marry him. She was had fallen in love with a muggle. Sierra liked that he traveled and wasn't tied down to his parents and their traditions like Tiberius was. She said she hadn't been sure how to broach the subject since both their families had wanted them to marry. Tiberius was utterly devastated, as he had truly fallen in love with the girl and not just wanted to marry her because their families approved of it. He withdrew from family activities, becoming severely depressed, and almost never coming out of his room. He just barely graduated from Hogwarts and never picked up a job. One evening, in 1968, as the rest of the family was trying to carry on as usual and preparing for a walk through their extensive gardens, Ezio had run up to his brother's room, hoping to persuade his brother to join them, as he had almost every night they went for a walk. Tiberius had refused as usual and little Ezio went to join his parents. The three of them enjoyed the serenity of the gardens, forgetting for a moment about the troubles with Tiberius. Next to a stream that flowed out of the woods and through the gardens, Ezio found a funny looking stone like he had never seen before. One side seemed to be a sculpture of a shell, like you find at the beach, while the other side was like normal bumpy rock that is all over the United Kingdom. Fascinated by this odd stone, Ezio bounded up the stairs to his brother's room the instant the trio arrived home. "Ty, Ty," he had called, racing down the hall and flinging the double doors open. "Ty, you will not believe what I have just found in the gardens. It..." His words died off as his eyes focused on the bed. There lay his brother's wand, snapped into three pieces. I cold stillness consumed his heart and chills ran over his small body. 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 body of his big brother, strung up by three Sytherin ties. His shrill, banshee like screams brought his mother running to his side. Upon arriving Aldora gasped and collapsed to the ground shrieking for her lost son. Ezio's mind was a fuzzy buzz of his mother screaming in emotional pain as he stood there silently, in complete shock. His world suddenly went muffled, like someone had clamped ear muffs on him before his vision grew dim and faded to black. He remembers being dragged from the room right before passing out. Nothing was the same after that. The house grew still, almost cold as if there was a wintry spell on it. There were no more family walks or guess which house elf is in the box games. Meal times ceased to be family times and were often taken separately in their rooms or another part of the house. Ezio's father almost ignored him, as though he had lost both his sons that day, not just one; and when he did interact with Ezio, it was to tell him what a horrible job he was doing at something, many times hitting the child for it.

His father also became obsessed with Ezio being as good or better than his brother had been, except he wanted Ezio to be at that level instantly. For any younger sibling, it's impossible to compete in knowledge and skill against an older sibling who was talented, but even more so when their father has put the older one on a pedestal. Ceasare began teaching his son Occlumency at age nine, far sooner than anyone in their right mind would recommend, mostly because at that age children still want to share their lives with those around them and the idea of secrets isn't well established. But Ezio already had a secret he was trying to keep. He had become close with the son, Michael, of one of the cooks, a squib by the name of Thomas. His son was 12 and had shown no magical talent himself and had also been deemed a squib. Ezio knew his father would never approve of him bonding in anyway with the son of a servant and squib, much less become close friends with the boy, but it helped him deal with the sudden and tragic death of his brother. It was during one of these mind training sessions that had been going on for almost six hours with no break when his father finally broke all the way through and saw him playing games with Micheal in the cellars and gardens. Ceasare broke off the spell and called for Twill, the oldest house elf. He told Twill to bring the cook and his son to his study in one hour. Ezio stood up to beg that his father let them stay because they had no where else to go. His father backhanded him so hard he stumbled back a few paces before tumbling to the ground, raising his hand defensively as his father advanced on him. "No papa, please. We just talked." His father grabbed him by the front of his shirt and half dragged, half carried the boy out of the room. "Tu cuzzo! You have-a dishonored your family. If you were not your mother's only son-a left, I would disown you right here and now!" Ceasare gave him a toss into a wall before stridding over and picking him up agian by his shirt front. No one is sure if he meant to or if he had misjudged how far he had walked out of the room, but with the next toss he ended up throwing Ezio down a flight of stone steps. He was in and out of consciousness for the next week, learning from whispering house elves that his father had tried to go down after him but his mother had finally stepped in and stopped him. He still carries the scar for that incident. It start just behind his right ear and curves around the base of his skull, fallowing the hair line to the middle of his neck. Ezio knew from that day on that he had to rely on himself to get through things. He couldn't run to his nurses or tutors, of even his own mother for protection. He has learned Occlumency, although no one would call him an expert, but his father can no longer get in.

But not all hope it lost for poor Ezio. A small ray of light had pierced this descending cloud of doom. This ray of sunshine came to them in the form of a baby girl. Not their own child, but Ceasare's sister's child. Her name is Amelia Marvina Bosh; they added D'orolione when she entered the family. Ceasare's sister, Althea, had married a wizard named David Bosch, and together they had little Amelia in 1967. Two years later, the couple were out on a date in Northern Ireland and got a bit lost, ending up in a bad section of town. Little known to them, they had entered a border neighborhood or the Protestants in the North and the Catholics to the South. Before either could draw their wands to apperate out of there gun fire erupted all around them, each side thinking the other had stepped out first. Althea and David where both killed in the cross fire. Ceasare and Aldora had been named legal guardians of when she was born, and they took her in. Ezio immediately fell in love with the little girl with her big blue eyes and soft, curling blonde hair. She lit up his world because now he had something to live for, to be happy about, and even his dad couldn't take that away from him.

Ezio is sad once again to have had to head back to school with his personal house elf, Trixy; his brother named her after Bellatrix Black's childhood nickname, and his spectacled owl Walhalla, while leaving little Amelia behind. But we all have to make the best of things in the long run.

( ALIAS ) : Bones or Bonsey.
( AGE ) : 25
( EXPERIENCE ) : Good question. I don't really keep track. I say on and off for about five years...ish
( CONTACT INFO ) : PM for now
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) : Through a Marvel/DC site
( ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE ) : (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. 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.