Gwyndar Anacello

[GWYNDAR ANACELLO]

• GWYNDAR LORIS ANACELLO •
Some say the day is on the way
Into the wild
On with the mission
Over the hill

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, gwyndar loris anacello
nicknames, gwyndar, anacello -anything else begets an enraged death eater
age, twenty seven
birthday, first, February, 1971
school, Durmstrag
house, Drachefeuer
occupation, Dragon Tamer
current location, Between Romania and the United Kingdom
blood status, pureblood
wand, 11 inches (twisted), Dragon Heartstring, Rowan
broom, Gwyndar has a Thestral, he also tames/rides Ukrainian Ironbelly's ... a broomstick is just a piece of wood to him.

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, Dark Brown
eye color, Black
height, Six foot six inches
weight, 115 kg (mainly muscle weight)
distinguishing features, his height for a start. Rather a large scar across his throat and several hold healed burns covering most of his body from dragon taming.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes, Blood ..., Winning Duels, Revels, His Dark Mark, Dragons, Fire, Seducing women
dislikes, Filthy Mudbloods, His Muggle Loving Workmates, Quidditch (pointless game), Children, Half Breeds
strengths, Excellent Duelist, Able to cope under intense physical strain, Able to life extreme weights, Commanding
weaknesses, Left side of his torso is very sensitive and prone to causing an all over twitch and halting in his actions - bad dragon bite- , women ...
quirks/habits, Cracks his neck before fighting, growls when angry, steeples fingers in deep thought.
worst fear, The Dementors Kiss
best kept secret, Gwyndar used to be married ...
patronus, white tailed mongoose - hatching his first dragon egg successfully
boggart, seeing his dead wife again, accusing him or her murder
amortenia, burning wood, coal, leather, ginger
relationship status, single
sexuality, straight
overall personality, gwyndar is a terrible person, no matter how many first impressions he is given. A moody, sulking and temperamental person whose headstrong ‘bleed now, interrogate later’ attitude has gotten him into trouble many times with the dark lord or his pets who he deems worthy enough of torturing him. He always lives through it however, he can manage. As a dragon trainer he is adept at keeping his cool under pressure, able to take commands and control under stressful conditions and making sure that he never backs down unless his life is in almost certain danger. The thing with dragons being ... you back down, they think you weak. Then they bite.

In the company of other wizards his pureblood upbringing shines through, though very eloquent in many languages ranging from Italian, to Latin and even Romanian from working so long in the dragon reservation there; he does not often engage with fellow purebloods during galas or other such frivolous events. Those are purely for finding a prospective bride. He found his. There will be no other.

The subject of his wife is a sore one with Gwyndar, nobody truly knows what happened to befall the poor beautiful creature. only that, one day he announced his bereavement and pulled out of many pureblood social circles. He has yet to return to his fathers side as the heir to the Anacello estate. Nothing vastly as profound as that of the Malfoys, Lestranges or their relatives the Zambinis. But it is enough that they are quite comfortable within the high flying lifestyle that the ancient Italian family had established.

Though widely traveled Gwyndar remains within one of three places. On the odd chance that he is neither in Romania working with his beloved dragons or joining in Death Eater revels of generally causing mayhem in the wizarding world he returns to his families home. Stewing for days on end with a crate of elf made wine and a box of cigars. He has no need for complicated lifestyles. His main reason for even joining the Death Eaters was purely out of his distaste for muggles and their filthy magic stealing offspring.

In his mind, he sees muggles and mudbloods as cattle. They are infecting his word. They need to be culled. He is not so concerned with half-bloods. somewhere there is a purity, simply the lack of consideration by an ancestor here or there. But no matter. Those deemed unworthy he believes will, when the time comes, meet their bloody end.

Gwyndar feels no remorse for the pain and suffering of others. He lost his compassion and his heart the day his wife died. From that moment on he became a shell of a human. Vowing to kill anything that gets in the way of his progress. Where one of his fellow Death Eaters to stand in the way of his progress, of his mission ... Merlin save them.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother, Llinos Anacello - 56 - Deceased
father, Guillermo Anacello - 63 - equivalent of Professor of Care of Magical Creatures at Drumstang
siblings, Carlos Anacello - 15 - student at Drumstang
extended family, distant relatives of the Zambini family
others of importance, none
overall history,

The Anacello family, long running in its pureblood history was known for their beliefs in equality between those of magical background and those without. It was by sheer chance, much like several generations of the Weasleys that all marriages unto the family were between similar pureblood families. The Head of the family - Guillermo Anacello, was raised to believe that, though he was of better heritage and one of high class and propriety that he should be kind to those without the luxury of magic and lenient to those whose families have no magical signature like his own. His own father, Christophe Anacello was something of a forward thinker. Much unlike his sister, Carlotta Zambini (Nee Anacello) whose beliefs ran thick in the ancient muggle hating ways, he thought it only right that he, as a man of great wealth be one that those less fortunate could look up to.

While his family attended galas and grand balls, he work studiously, trying to figure out the link between muggle Born's and their magical heritage. His only conclusion before his death being that magic had a mind of its own, one that could not be controlled or contained simply within a few well bred families. The level of inbreeding between families such as the Blacks, the Parkinson's, Prewetts ... for centuries the gene pool had been getting smaller and smaller. There would, indeed one day come a point where the introduction of muggles, or of half bloods would be a necessity save for immediate incestuous marriage. And such a thing, though common among purebloods, was hidden from the public eye. To see that the families broke such cardinal rules about marriage and reproduction ... it would see a far greater consequence.

Christophe Anacello was, for a while banned from many of the higher pureblood galas after his expression in his theory that muggle blood within a magical family was something of a must to retain the freshness of magic. That the magic within a family; he feared, would become stale and useless. Ragged with age, despite the many centuries of powerful witches and wizards contributing to the magical signature between families. That it was good to introduce a muggle born, whose magic was new and fresh, revitalizing into the gene pool just to make sure that the magic would never run out. A symptom that he believed to be the one resulting in a larger number of squib births in pureblood families.

While still in his youth these ideas where rather snappishly squashed from the pureblood heirs mind. He was taught to ignore his compassion for those around him while in the company of others. Leaving his 'sick fascination with the filth' to his own time. Where no-one else would hear of such ventures.

One he had, indeed proven himself he was returned to the pureblood society. A dignified man before he was married simply through familial wealth, another way for his own overzealous wealth to increase for no reason other than another merging. It was pitiful. So while his wife, a Yaxley no less pitied herself off to the many spas and dances, attending with her many lovers, he would once again work alone. Taking pride in his work and entrusting his ideals onto his children. His wife was a good one. A good pureblood wife keeps her mouth shut. No matter who their husband may be. They are bred in such a way. It was one of the main foleys of his rebellion against the pureblood way of life. He could not reject his own teachings completely, believing blindly in many stories that his own father had passed down unto him.

Within these teachings he was reminded constantly of the days of old, where witches and wizards where persecuted for their magic. Seen to be burned at the stake, hung ... drowned. Though many of them got away with it, and one particularly crazed witch allowed herself to be captured by muggles no less than 47 times to enjoy the effects of a spell which made the fire not burn her ... there was always the fear that was retained in the wizarding world. If the muggles as a whole deemed it necessary they would attack once more. The families must protect their children, their wives, their estates. The men of the family were seen as powerful beings capable of enormous feats while in many respects they walked into their lives blind.

No-one would prepare them for the fear that would be caused by the whispers of a muggle having fund out their secret. The fear of knowing one would have to be obliviated. An act that in itself could be viewed by more muggles ... it could very quickly become an epidemic. There was always at least one muggle whose resentment of their kind could result in them doing dangerous things. and all it took was for that one individual to survive ...

For milenia the doctrine of pureblood families was that one protected those of their loins. They kept them sane and retained their lives as a promise for the future. as a respect for their elders who themselves had put themselves at the front willing to take curse and hex to protect those who would one day inherit all that belonged to them.

The day Guillermo Anacello was brought into the world, screaming and wailing, was one when Christophe decided he would raise his son as more than just a simple pureblood child. There would be no need for him to fear the muggles or their lack of magical abilities. There would be no reason for him to hate them, to scorn them or harm them. he would show his son that they were just as much a human being as he, equal to any and all emotional attachments and situations. They felt pain, just like they did. They bled the same as they did, with the same colour blood. No, there was no reason for him to think anything but positive for the muggles. Their existence was not a hindrance of their own, but more ... a way of seeing just how spectacularly well off their lives were. If he could manage such a thing then so be it. He would die a happy man.

His son grew well, his attitude so vastly diverse from that of his ancestors that it shocked the pureblood social circles to the very core. Guillermo's mother was appalled at the way her son thought in regards to muggles. But, a she was a well bred woman she kept her mouth tight lipped. However, refraining from giving her husband any more children due to his lack of concern over their children's future in the wizarding world. They would be laughing stocks if it got out that they were ... blood traitors. It was something that was punishable in many pureblood society's by being ostracized from future events, of not being kept within the gossip grape vine and losing very valuable friends whose name could get many people far in the world without much trouble.

to say that Christophe's wife was furious would be an understatement. Her frequent lovers soon moved into her wing of the estate. much to the shame of her husband where rumors of his incompetence as a husband spread, rumors of his lack of ability, of his lack of manliness. On the surface, Christophe held firm. Showing no remorse for the way he raised his children. However, he knew that deep down he would always feel a hurt at not being the man everyone truly wished he could be.

Guillermo was a man true to his morals. From the moment he entered Drumstang as a student he set about making sure that his family knew the better means of treating muggles. That living among them was no more shameful than living in the wizarding world. If not, safer. Magic needed to be watched out for of course, but such things could easily be hidden with simple charms. Their entire existences could be so simple, so care free. if only the people of the world understood what it was that made them so similar to the muggles. Perhaps that would change their thinking. Most of the theories resulting in muggles begetting witches or wizards were hazy and in the past, destroyed for fear of creating a more muggle loving society.

Within the pureblood circles, Guillermo was at the age where he heard rumors of a British wizard, one who was being feared far more than the evils of Grindelwald. the thought of such a being struck fear into the mans heart. He has seen the destruction of so many families due to his dark magic abuse. There was no need for such a thing, for such a creature to gain rule over so many people. There was no need for such darkness to permeate the world. To infect it, to plague it such such fear. In his youth he heard of his destruction by the Great Wizard Albus Dumbledore. The Headmaster of Hogwarts in Britain. He had been but ten at the time. Yet for many years after no words were mentioned in relation to such power.

No, the new rising was by one named - at the time - of Riddle. A half-blood intent on mass genocide. All muggles or muggle borns, in his world were to be wiped out entirely. Killed, murdered, destroyed, obliterated. Simply due to their heritage.

Such a being could not reign over the wizarding world once again. The families of those who suffered under her world were not fully expecting another rising creature. But from the rumors that circulated, some of those pureblood families he associated himself with had already pledged themselves to his cause. His initial shock was one of questioning their very sanity. they put themselves into the hands of a crazed man bent on destroying the only world they knew about simply because he may have a small grudge against the muggles. However from his own research - a researcher as he was - he found it odd to see that the Riddles father was in fact a muggle himself.

Pity was his first reaction. However, no sooner had the threat of such a creature arose, that his own wife; a wonderful, kind and beautiful welsh pureblood woman announced her pregnancy with his own son. Their marriage, much like the one of his parents had been arranged to increase his monetary standards and social acceptable. With her by his side he was able to re-enter the world he had known in his very early childhood. Was able to keep his ears open to the news that circles the higher ranked purebloods. Somewhere along the line he or his beloved wife would hear about what was occurring in the wizarding world.

However, by the time his firstborn was brought into this world, his dear Gwyndar Loris Anacello - his first name chosen, rather sneakily by his mother while Guillermo was not looking - he had heard of many of his own classmates having signed themselves into the loyalties of this mad man. It was a terrible thought. Those who he enjoyed his own childhood with ... those who he created himself through ... were destroying themselves for nothing. For the sake of an egotistical power hungry maniac. The fools.

Gwyndar ... he was the son that Guillermo always dreamed of having. He was trained from his very young age the same teaching that his father had been given. As well as training in the ways of his magic he was introduced to the world of muggles, shown their contraptions, shown their expanding minds and how they substitute magic for 'machines'. However, though his father was far more excited than he, Gwyndar never truly had a fondness for such things. From the day he could comprehend his magic he knew that was all he would every need in his world. He needed no knowledge of the muggles, though for pretenses he allowed his father to continue his tutelage. Continue to shove down his throat and into his mind the idiocy that was muggle loving society. He agreed on some levels that the complete barbaric structure of the wizarding world could do without anyone else trying to shake things up. But h was also aware that the very thought could make him a pariah in his world.

To be seen as a blood traitor in his mind was a sin against his very history. The careful planning that his family used to take in arranging marriages to prevent blood lines crossing into impurity, the ways in which they even created such terrible wars in the pursuit of an all pure society. He understood their plight. He could not comprehend his fathers love of the muggles. They were worthless, and they were weak. They were his prey and he would, for as long as he thought of ways to do so, hunt them until their very extinction. He had no sympathy for them. Where they to know of his existence as a wizard he held no qualms about the idea that they would attempt to destroy him and those he cared for. He would throw off a balance that had taken thousands of years to restore. The ancient wizards who walked among the muggles unharmed did not last long. They were cast off as evil and sinful. so befriend them was seen as dirty. And they had the gaal to attempt to wipe out those of magic. The fools.

What he did gain from his father, from a young age was an awe inspired insight into the world of magical creatures. Even from the age of three his favorite being the dragon. The mighty, ferocious beasts who needed tamed to live safely around even wizards. The prospect of working with them was something that was held in the back of Gwyndars mind at all times. He knew the consequences of such a job. It was dangerous and it was solitary, but at the time he saw nothing wrong with simply dreaming about nights spent watching flames burst into the sky of so many colours. His favorite then being the common welsh Green. In respect of his mother. She was the only woman he believed could ever mean something in his life, the only woman who he thought himself able to allow meaning in his life. There was something so homely about the welsh pureblood that was different from his Italian grandparents, or his extended family. They were not as forthcoming, not as welcoming. They could not understand the meaning of simple hospitality like his mother did.

During the years where he was growing up in his estate, he grew more and more fond on the ideas of working with the dangerous beasts. His father, a magical beast professor in Drumstang told him of a reservation in Romania. That if he did well, if he got into school no problem and did not upset his mother he would take him to.

Gwyndar had no such trouble with that request. He would always be a mamas boy. Despite his cold exterior to anyone else. Only his mama saw his gentleness. His compassion. It was reserved for her alone, not even his papa was shown the same love and respect. He was given the correct respect as an elder and lord of the household, he was after all a well bred pureblood child. But his father was nothing more than that. His mother ran his childhood.

She would tell him stories of the common welsh greens that she knew resided in what was once her home. Told him of their melodious song, their narrow jets of fire, how they blended in the with area so that muggles did not suspect a thing. How clever they must be in their very nature to hide themselves from sight. they were gentle and grazed on the sheep. It was said that there were muggle legends of having seen them, but none of them still believed them real. Thats all their world was to them. A story, a myth ... a fantasy.

Oh how wrong those pathetic muggles were.

Neither his mother or father knew of his distaste for muggles, and that continued well into his schooling life. During which time he frequently -with his father- visited the same Romanian dragon reservation, growing ever more fond of the other breeds. studying them in his free time using the schools library, learning about their habits, their strengths, their personalities, their weaknesses. any information on any dragon he could get his hands on the better. Many hours of his life in school was devised and dedicated to simply studying the art that was dragon taming. At one point he managed to get himself a meeting with one of the tamers without his fathers knowledge and promised an apprenticeship if he got the right grades out of Drumstang. That did not phase him, he was a smart boy. Not top of the class by any means, but he got the grades he needed and by the time he turned 18 he was in Romania taming some of the wildest creatures known to the wizarding world.

At the age of 19 however, he returned home for an arranged marriage to what was soon to be his most beloved wife. Cara was a girl of just 17, not long out of Beauxbatons she too was from a pureblood Italian family, marrying into his for the growth of their own social standing. Though he knew his marriage was not one meant to be based on love and affection, the 19 year old found himself quickly falling for the beauty. She became his world. He was fond of her smile, of her laugh, of the way she would tuck her hair behind her ears and blush. It made him swell with pride, that he caused her happiness as a husband. He could create such a beautiful person with little more than a term of endearment. Her own name serving as such. He adored the little blonde woman who so quickly grew on his heart.

It was doomed to failure from that day onward.

While between the two of them their marriage seemed solid there was a devil lurking in the shadows waiting to take back what he believed was his.

A muggle. One who had seen his beloved before they wed, he had claimed her as his in his mind. Crazed though he was, Cara beseeched her husband not to harm the man. Claiming that it would do no-one any favors and promised that she would be able to look after himself. Like a fool, he had believed her, taken her word for her safety and returned to Romania on work. Training the gargantuan Ukrainian Ironbelly dragons.

Returning every six weeks for a months visit he asked of her well being. Each time getting the same response. Being told that he worried too much, that she was safe and she was happy. Despite their lack of heirs. He adored his little woman, she was so calm despite his over bulked appearance. During his time training with the dragons he had gained such a great size in muscle that when he first came back he was almost unrecognizable. He worried that such a thing would shock his wife. However he was pleasantly surprised to find she actually enjoyed such a figure.

Then it happened.

The muggle found her.

she had been out shopping, the pretty woman spending money on a new set of gowns that she would need for future galas when the muggle, enraged by her dismissal of him dragged her into his car, crushing her wand unknowingly under the wheel of the machine and trapping her powerless inside. He drove them to a point, turning in his seat and leering at her in all her splendor. He wanted her for himself, if he couldn't have her ...

The explosion had made muggle news headlines. Reaching Gwyndars ears only a day later. His beloved Cara, his world ... had been taken by him and utterly destroyed by a muggle. Too long had the bubbling hatred of muggles sat beneath his ever warming heart. Now that it had shattered he felt the anger and fury overcome him.

Not a month later he was contacted by a follower of a new rising leader. Someone who had the same ideals as him.

Kill the muggles.

On his Twenty seventh birthday, Gwyndar received the dark mark and became a death eater for the dark lord.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, kim
gender, androgynous
age, 18
contact, Patronus
other characters, Hermione Granger - 19 Minerva McGonagall - 73 Abbigail Paisley - 22
passwords, NO
experiance, long enough
how you found us, already here
roleplay sample. The history was 3420 words. if i can write THAT i can write a role play!

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
the player
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this entire application was made by HARPER BELLE?! of caution. lyrics by celine dion, from her song 'i'm alive'. please do not steal. it's not nice, and there's no reason for it. if you do use this, please credit me!

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Lovely Kim. In my sleep ridden state of mind that was a pain to read. <3 you.