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General Information
Full Name:
Zamir "Zef" Raco
Age:
17
Gender:
Male

Magical Characteristics:
Blood Type:
Pure Blood
Wand Details:
Yew Wand, 10 inches, Dragon heart string
Patronus:
White timber Wolf
Boggart:
A tall floating cloaked figure with no face

Historical Information:
Birthplace:
Romania
Family:
Father: Valen Raco - Deceased - 12 years prior, age 40, Pure blood
Mother: Johonah "Elezi" Raco - Deceased - 12 years prior, age 39, Pure blood
Grandmother: Rea "Granny Rea" Elezi - Alive and well, age 69, Pure blood

Biography:
Zef was born in a small village inside of Romania to his father Valen and mother Johonah whom were both respectable Aurors who resides in Romania for the passing seven to eight years. Life was simple and sweet for Zef and his first five years were pleasant enough and he was part of an active and loving family, but that changed rather quickly and almost instantly. Upon Zef's 6th birthday or rather the night before around 11:00p.m. their small house was put under siege from the outside and within a few moments the entire house was coming down on their heads, fire was engulfing the entire home. Valen and Johonah were able to pull Zef out where in they told him to run into the woods as fast as he could and not look back they would come for him. Zef scared did as he was told as bolts of green light was flying in every direction. Zef only made it little ways before the fighting broke into the woods, not knowing what to do Zef hid in a near by crevice inside of a tree and he watched his parents fight off the attackers but it was all in vain when a cloaked figure entered the fray and killed both of them right in front of his eye's. When the fight was done and the woods became quiet Zef could only watch as the cloaked man slowly removed the wands from his parents unmoving hands and then silently walked past the tree he was hiding in, even until this day he could remember the stranger stopping and slowly turning his head to where he was, and knew he saw him, saw his head with no face just an inky blackness and then walk away.

After the events which claimed both of his parents lives Zef went to live with his older grandmother who was living in downtown London. For most of his younger years Zef was constantly plagued by the memories of the night his parents died, the memories of the cloaked man who had no face, most nights he would wake up screaming and then would cry for long amounts of time. But as time went on Zef began to slowly overcome the vivid nightmares, and his grandmother who was a loving and compassionate woman slowly brought him up as her own, even try to teach him a thing or two about magic. Life became better after that for Zef and he more often then not helped his grandmother around the house and more often then not would go for walks around the neighborhood they lived in. Upon his 11th birthday Zef received his letter to go to Hogwarts where his life would change. His grandmother was so proud of him that day and he often recounts the time they spent in Diagon Alley and the fun they had collecting his school items.

When Zef first arrived at Hogwarts he was clearly scared and never before had truly seen such a massive place with so many people in it in his life. Zef was placed almost immediately in Slytherin house that first night. As his first year went on Zef found that he excelled greatly in DADA, some would say he was naturally gifted in spell casting, but most never knew that the memories of his past often spurred him, motivated him, and encouraged him driving him harder then most would to become a great duelist. As the years passed by Zef became a top notch duelist often practicing near the lake in the back of the school, however while he was great at magical defense he often suffered in his other classes, often saying he was not much interested in muggle studies, or potions making, however his dream was to becomes and Auror by this time like his parents so he buckled down and tried to do his best in those classes.

Now in his final year Zef is in what you might call a do or die type state of mind, he is constantly pressing himself to become better, to become stronger and to become smarter in all his classes. Among the other students Zef often stands out to them, his willpower and his ferocity when he does DADA often making him seem extremely hard and unforgivable. However Zef does not much mind or care about these things, all he cares about is becoming the best Auror out of all of them and will do anything to claim this dream, even if it meant he would one day face the faceless cloaked figure who destroyed his life at such a young age.


Personal Information:
General Traits:
Zef can be how do you say quiet in a lot of ways, while he can be very vocal if you annoy him to the point of fracture, he tends to more or less keep to himself which in a lot of ways makes him more weird then most. He is usually very calm under stress and he is what you might call magnanimous, he does not hold grudges or ill will towards others as a lot might do. Some say he is too forgiving, but he just does not want to live a life of bitterness and coldness. Most who know him tend to say he is hard to hang around which is why he doesn't have many friends among his peers, but he takes time getting use to. He is often more then not blunt when he speaks, he does not believe in candy coating things, some beat around the bush he will just burn the bush down and get to the point very quickly which makes him very decisive in others eyes. He lives by morals which more often then not control his actions in his day to day life. He also often tends to be a little more serious then others, which in the long run makes his what you would call jittery, his hand often moves about to the point where he does not notice it moving not big movements as much as small but noticeable movements. Most of all Zef is loyal to his friends, he cherishes honesty and integrity above all else, all in all he can be your friend or he can be your enemy, but that is for the other person to decide.
Likes:
Honesty, being forthcoming, Fall season, thunder storms, laughing, making other people laugh, practicing DADA, muggle music
Dislikes:
Dishonesty, downright disrespect, bullying, really hot days, people who live in dream worlds,

Appearance Information:
Height:
6'3" (193 cm)
Weight:
solid 175 (79 kg)
Body Frame:
Fit a little more on the skinny side but has considerable muscle mass to him, tall and a little lengthy in his legs more then his arms
Features:
Long hair back length is known for keeping it in a pony tail at times, the rest is accurate in the picture above.
Clothing Style:
Usual clothing style is just black colored casual wear, along with a pair of faded black boots, is known for always wearing pants and cut off sleeve shirts.

Optional Information
Pet:
Great horned owl named Talan (pronounced TOWL-ON)
Quidditch Position:
Beater
Other Details:
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Ah what the heck I like to write anyways, Ill fix up a bio an post it up ^^
Is this still open for interest I would be very into this type of RP, and given its general setting of 3 to 5 players I have high hopes it could work out well.
"How bout a pinch of dip?"

Aldo had been watching the man very much like an eagle watches prey before it lunges for the kill, the man kept eye contact with him while he slowly reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a can of American chewing tobacco. It was almost as if this man was aware that perhaps there was something more to Aldo then him just being and old man with a gun the way he carried himself, it was that or perhaps he was weary of the fact that Aldo still had the gun in hand ready to fire and quick movements would be a rather... well bad move in any case. When the tin was offered to Aldo he looked at it for a couple seconds, back in the day he had done chewing tobacco when he was still young man in Italy but he had given it up after a time. In reality he had not touched tobacco products for over twenty five years now, but given the circumstances and the way in which this man offered, Aldo felt like this was some sort of a peace offering or a way to break the ice.

The man did certainly seem like what the Americans would refer to as a blue collar type of man, maybe this was the way men such as this one breaks the ice, there still were things in America that Aldo did not know or maybe he was just thinking about this too much. Aldo finally made his decision, reaching forward he took a pinch of the dip and placed it between his lower lip and gums very much like the man before him had. It tasted very much different from the tobacco he had chewed in the day, or perhaps he had just forgotten what chewing tobacco tasted like. After a couple minutes of the tobaccos juices dissolving into his mouth Aldo felt the saliva build up in his mouth, he turned his head slowly and spit some of the saliva out looking back at the man.

"Thank you, I can tell that... dip is something that you find... how do Americans say... joy in. It must be hard to come by now and days given the predicament this world finds itself in. You truly do not seem like a bad fellow to me, I always prided myself on being able to read people, so in good faith I will not deceive you. Arlo present yourself."

No sooner had Aldo finished his sentence did Arlo open the back door all the way and enter into the front of the station, the Berelli shotgun was still in hand, cradling it in his arms he kept his finger on the trigger but kept the gun pointed in the opposite direction.

"This is Arlo, my name is Aldo, what if I may ask should we call you?"

Aldo became silent again, pulling Arlo out of hiding was maybe a quick or rash move, but he was confident this man was not going to try anything, he was smart if nothing else and would not try to do something rash. He hoped he was not getting ahead of himself.
Aldo silently considered the mans words, he seemed to be forth coming enough, however just because one was forthcoming did not mean anything at least not him, deception was more then a two way road and if you don't know how to walk it then you are doomed to be lost to it. Seeming that Arlo was hiding in the back he had a back up plan so he would play the game for now if it was for the better or the worse. Keeping the gun raised he walked across the rest of the parking lot and slowly came to the door, looking at it he could easily see some fishing wire tied across it now that he was close enough, moving his eye's around he observed the area around the door. He saw the different random items that seemed to correlate with the fishing line, if he had to guess it was some kind of trap intended to alert someone to walkers, that was actually a pretty ingenious system. Aldo looked back up at the man and spoke.

"If its all the same I would rather enter through the service entrance and avoid your detection trap give me a moment."

Aldo lowered the gun and slowly made his way around to the back, he kept his eye's open and himself on alert for any passing walkers but it was damn near peaceful around here. Making his way to the entrance Aldo slowly slipped in an walked forward, Arlo was crouched near the door to the front with his shotgun ready, raising his finger Aldo made the hush sign to tell him to remain where he was and be quiet. Arlo merely nodded as Aldo walked to the door and slowly pushed it open half way and entered the store, the man was now in front of him only a mere couple feet away or so. There was a rather long and awkward silence between them after that, they both seemed to size each other up at the others behest.

"Well then I suppose this is rather awkward in a lot of ways..."

Aldo ended up being the one to break the silence between them in the end.

"I have not come across someone a live in almost six months, at least not one who was not trying to shoot me anyways. I would like to say it is a happy day, but unfortunately a problem presents itself. I don't trust you and you just as well don't trust me, deception is the law of the land now, an either one of us could kill the other for their supplies without hesitation. Either you don't care I am here or perhaps you do, the problem is I don't know, so the question I pose is where do we go from here?"

Aldo silently waited for a response, depending on that response there would either be a shoot out or there wouldn't they would soon see.
Yeah I will wait alittle longer see what happens then if it doesn't happen, I will post and attack or something which will separate us apart.
Interesting, that is actually very interesting this is the first Albino character Iv ever come across, I like that. An that fact were going to Florida would probably be hell on him given its damn near always sunny there. Your accepted. Its important to know that weapons are restricted on the base to civilian personnel so you should probably keep that hidden on the chopper. I figured its an arctic base so it would be easy enough to keep a gun between the cracks so I didn't feel the need to ban them at start. When we start you need to come up with a reason to be going with Brian I forgot to mention that, vacation, the boss made you go with him etc its whatever you want to do.
Cool cool. Im getting my own up soon.
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Two posts in and im already frozen.
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