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Viktor Ivchenko

Your truest friends are the ones who will stand by you in your darkest moments--because they're willing to brave the shadows with you--and in your greatest moments--because they're not afraid to let you shine.

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a character in “Modern Magic and Martinets”, originally authored by Caged Bird, as played by RolePlayGateway

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|| Happy || Just The Way You Are ||
TNT || Titanium ||
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ะ’ะธะบั‚ะพั€ ะœะธั…ะฐะธะป ะ˜ะฒั‡ะตะฝะบะพ
Viktor Mikhail Ivchenko

|| AGE & CLASS YEAR ||
17, Sixth Year

|| BLOOD STATUS ||
Halfblood

|| HOUSE ||
Hart

|| DIALOGUE COLOR & THOUGHT COLOR ||
Dialogue Color/#86B404 | Though Color/#04B45F





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โIt gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.โž โ€• EMILIE AUTUMN





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|| STRENGTHS ||
โœ”Dueling,
โœ”His sheer brute strength,
โœ”Will power,
โœ”Merit of his character,
โœ”Loyalties,
โœ”& determination.

|| FLAWS ||
โœ˜His impatience,
โœ˜Recklessness,
โœ˜Rashness,
โœ˜& the fact he's not
the brightest crayon in the box.

|| LIKES ||
โœ”Care of Magical Creatures,
โœ”Eating,
โœ”Trips to Hogsmead,
โœ”Corny jokes,
โœ”& competitive sports and games,
especially anything that
involves a physical challenge.

|| DISLIKES ||
โœ˜Dishonesty,
โœ˜Politics,
โœ˜Lewd behavior,
โœ˜History of Magic,
โœ˜Transfiguration,
โœ˜Study of Ancient Runes,
โœ˜& Arithmancy.





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โI belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyalty
I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.โž โ€• VERONICA ROTH






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|| BIRTH DATE ||
December 3rd
|| PERSONALITY ||
Viktor is a naturally cheerful and childish character. He loves to laugh and make jokes, and will try to lighten up tense situations with his sense of humor. He can be thoughtless, impatient, reckless, make rash decisions and allow his instincts to take over, but also is optimistic and never worries about things beyond his control. The powerhouse of his band of friends, he's usually incredibly and unflinchingly loyal. Viktor is the Gentle Giant who you don't want to push too far especially when it comes to the well being of said friends. He's both emotionally and mentally simple, while not being very worldly, but typically pretty gullible.

Viktor is a people person - he loves people. He wants to like people, and has a special skill at bringing out the best in others. He is extremely good at reading people, and understanding their point of view. His strong desire for everything to be pleasant makes him highly supportive of his friends. Viktor takes responsibilities very seriously, and is very dependable. He is warm and energetic. He is almost always hurt by indifference and doesn't understand unkindness. He is a very giving person, who gets a lot of his personal satisfaction from the happiness of others. Having had the benefit of being raised and surrounded by a strong value system that is ethical and centered around genuine goodness has resulted in one of the kindest, most generous souls who would gladly give you the shirt off of his back without a second thought. For Viktor, the selfless quality of his personality type is genuine and pure.





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โYou who would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends.โžโ€• J.K. ROWLING




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|| ORIGIN ||
Yaroslavl, Russia

|| HISTORY ||

ImageImageViktor was born to Katcha Ivchenko during the harshest part of the Russian winter in Yaroslavl, but couldn't have grown into a more warm and sunny dispositioned child. His father had died, been murdered, while Katcha was pregnant resulting in Victor's never knowing what it was like to have a man around the house. One might think he'd suffer for it, but no. Viktor had a subsequently happy and carefree childhood. His mother was both nurturing, as most mothers are, and sturdy, playing both the paternal and maternal roles. He inherited her happy outlook on life and her genuine charm, but seemed to miss out on her keener more intelligent side. That thick headedness he must have gotten from his late father. Katcha was always capable, a larger, Amazonian type woman that was fiercely independent. Not knowing what his father looked like as Katcha doesn't keep pictures around the house, Viktor assumes he must have inherited his sheer girth from her along with his blonde locks.

He grew up out in the Russian country side, in the more rural part of Yaroslavl and had an abundance of animals. Dogs, cats, pigs, goats, and at one point even a bear.(With how common bears are in Russia, it was no surprise when a docile behemoth showed up, rooting through their trash.) Viktor unimaginatively named him Medvedev and fed him table scraps almost nightly. He was tutored in magic by his mother like all young wizards are, and also was taught a thing or two about muggle life out of respect for his heritage--his father having supposedly been a muggle. His powers fully presented themselves at eleven and he was off to school after that.



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|| FAMILY ||
Mother,
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|| FAMILIAR ||
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|| WAND ||
Oak, 16", Dragon Heart String



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P O R T R A Y E D . B Y || S A M , A K A
M I S T R E S S O F D I S G U I S E

F A C E . C L A I M || K E L L A N . L U T Z



So begins...

Viktor Ivchenko's Story

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On the morning of September the first, all students arrive at Magdalena early and eagerly, just in time for breakfast. Theyโ€™d all greet those they hadnโ€™t yet had the chance to see and from there breakfast commence. Whether or not the lot of students got any rest usually depended on their compatibility with trains, which was inevitably unlikely. All students boarded at different times and different places, but they all arrived at 8am on the dot.

ImageProfessor Hawthorne announced the arrival of the first years as the rest of the diverse school sat munching, to which they sorting ceremony began. Magdalena had itโ€™s own special way of sorting students into their houses. Though it seemed rather average or rudimentary, there was an enchanted basin placed at the end of the long line of first years. From there, they would draw their house, and go to join their tables pridefully.

Each table was dressed neatly in itโ€™s house color named boldly with a banner lined in gold and silver, a glowing mist emanating around all the dishes and plates that floated and rotated so that everyone could get a bite. Not only did the tablecloth glow as brightly as the plates did, but it would almost play with the children. Pleasing them with thoughtful images of animals that best described their actions or their houses, and blasting the occasional first year in the face with what looked like an abundance of glitter.

Once the frayed nerves of the newbies died down, the students would surely be reintroduced to their new home know as Magdalena Academy of Magical Education.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emery Wyrwyk Character Portrait: Robyn Adams Character Portrait: Eithene N. Carmody Character Portrait: Vulpecula Ligeia Character Portrait: Keira Lance Character Portrait: Stuart Twombly Character Portrait: Anita Kapoor Character Portrait: Kim Jae-Sun Character Portrait: Zara Schwartz Character Portrait: Dmitry Krutikov Character Portrait: Matteo Lanzo Character Portrait: Hana Cheon Character Portrait: Valentina Herrera Character Portrait: Viktor Ivchenko Character Portrait: Draven Taunton
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September 8th




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The school year had officially begun.

After the breakfast feast, orientation started for all students. First years; or as referred to by the headmaster, ersten Jahren, made things especially hectic, but they always did. Compassion was something the staff often enforced. Students of every grade had been there before, therefore it was nobodyโ€™s job to hassle them.

A week forward, students should now have had their schedules in order, and even maybe have gotten a little more sleep in the comfort of their dorms, which were located on the upper floors, comprised of balconies and bridges stringing over the view of the entrance hall. All fashioned and lit by enchanted lanterns that glowed with orange autumn light.

It had been a rainy week, some couldnโ€™t even recall seeing the sun once during the first days of school. Nonetheless, the alumni kept the homecoming festivities rolling, but it wasnโ€™t long until a gloom began to settle. It wasnโ€™t any early-winter gloom that most experienced around this time. It was hardly winter yet in Germany. Something was clearly depressing the atmosphere.

Rumors of dragon sightings began to travel. Spreading like a wildfire, every student had to have heard something by the wake of the second week. Muggles had even apparently caught sight of the supposed โ€UFOsโ€, but unfortunately the students were left in the dark.

Eventually, the ministry had sent word to Magdalena of the recent encounters, and Professor Hawthorne publicly and personally explained to staff and students what was occurring Monday morning.

โ€œ'Professor Decimus Wendell Hawthorne,'โ€ chuckles rose among the students as the Headmaster read aloud the statement from the Minister himself. With a grunt and a half smile of his own, the Professor continued extravagantly. โ€œ'And to all whom it may concern at Magdalena Academy of Magical Education.

โ€œโ€˜It is to my dismay that I inform the wizarding communities of Germany and nearby settlements about the recent sightings of Chinese dragons. Iโ€™m afraid I have no personal knowledge as to why theyโ€™ve left their country to journey as far as Europe, but we know for certain that they have become a danger to central Germany. Chinese dragons arenโ€™t known to act up as weโ€™ve seen this past week, attacking farms, and increasingly populated places.โ€™โ€ Hawthorne trailed off, dropping the letter down on the podium and tightening his jaw.

โ€œAs you all know, and it goes without saying, the school will be carrying out lockdown procedures. I understand that this isnโ€™t how any of you would like to start your Monday, but it looks as though we havenโ€™t got any choice.โ€ Hawthorne leaned heavily down upon the neatly engraved podium. It was true, he never liked laying down bad news, but it was not in his nature to sugarcoat subjects like this. โ€œThis means herbology, and other outdoor classes, will be heavily supervised, and dungeons will be utilized if those dragons come too close for comfort.โ€

The Headmaster, gazed down at the letter that sat before him, but he only nodded as if just agreeing with his decisions. โ€œSo, all that is left to say is enjoy your breakfast.โ€ His tone defaulted to that of more positivity, and he turned to take his seat, leaving the students to their own thoughts.

With that, the second week had begun, and it wasnโ€™t shaping out to be a good one.

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Viktor nearly collided with six or seven different sets of students on his mad dash out of the breakfast hall, not escaping the disapproving stares of some of his more stern professors. Dragons! He could not have been more elated had the headmaster just stated that all students had automatically passed their final exams by simply showing up for school that day. Well...maybe not that excited, but close enough. The monolithic man child pushed his way past the large oaken doors and into the cavernous entryway, searching for a familiar face that had slipped from breakfast early that morning. Hana. He took a circuitous route down the stone hall around a particularly glib group of fourth year girls who appeared to be going into fits over the news. He couldn't fathom not being enthused at the prospect of seeing a dragon up close and personal, but then again, as large as Viktor was, there wasn't much he had to be afraid of. It had been argued, amongst some of the crueler students, that his mother must have been part giant. Such talk didn't affect Vik though, it seemed this enormous golden retriever of an adolescent radiated sunshine and happiness out of his very pores. There wasn't an overcast sky immense enough to rain on his perpetual parade. As he rounded a corner, he landed his gaze on a spill of dark hair and a tiny frame that could only belong to that of his best friend. It was odd that such a petite and easily excitable Asian girl would be so compatible with a colossal but gregarious Russian brute, but they were two peas in a misshapen pod. Hana's attentions were elsewhere, her back to Viktor, focused on Stewart as she tried to coax his gaze away from his phone screen. A mischievous grin climbed up his face like a gasoline soaked wildfire. Rare was it he could remain inconspicuous enough to sneak up on her, he was so obviously salient, after all. He just had to take advantage of such an opportune moment. In a nearly cartoonish fashion he hunched his shoulders and crept forward, his gate wide but his footfalls surprisingly silent.

Hana, much like her gargantuan companion, was ecstatic about the newsโ€”so much so that she raced out of the dining hall before the Headmaster could read off the restrictions set on the school. All she could think was, "I have to tell Stuart." Of all the muggle pop culture he's told her over the years, dragons were a mythological creature he'd been enthralled with. When he found out that they were real, Hana had been there with him, and they had been in the middle of class. Hana can remember vividly the way he shook in his seat, as if he would explode with glee, casting his gaze on her with utter exuberance as he repeatedly swatted the back of her hand. So as she rushed through the halls in a frantic searched for her bespectacled friend, Hana could only hope to get a similar reaction. She found him reclined against the stone frame of a large loophole in the castle walls, phone in his hand and Clementine in his lap. The feline spots her before Stuart does, meowing in recognition and purring upon her approach. With a smile she reaches out, petting the cat between the ears before she gets her friend's attention. "Oppa, did you hear?"

"No." he says, his voice monotone and insouciant as his thumbs tap away at his phone. It was times like this where Hana wondered just who he was texting all the time. With an exasperated roll of her eyes, she takes the phone away, something no other person in the school would be able to do without facing the immediate wrath of Stuart Twombly. "Would you listen to me?" And he does, sitting up with the epitome of 'I'm waiting' strewn across his features. "There are dragons in Germany! They're close to the school!"

Stuart's eyes widen in intrigue before something seems to catch his eye. Doing a double-take behind thick frames, the muggleborn pays witness to the ludacris sight that was Viktor Ivchenko. That is, he was trying to do some kind of reconnaissance. Perhaps it was the young man's ridiculous broad shoulders or rather his generally large size that made sneaking look comical. Regardless, it made the corner of Stuart's lip twitch in amusement. Hana's brows furrow in confusion, her lips pursing as she sees that the young man's attention is elsewhere. She turns slowly in an attempt to follow it and Stuart immediately averts his eyes, catching Hana's full attention, using getting his phone back as an excuse to turn her body ever so slightly so that her back is completely to the Russian. Then he instigates a verbal tangent, one that could completely hold her attention, all with one inquiry. "Do what now?"

Just before Hana's gaze could land on the mountainous caper, Viktor dove behind a garish suit of armor once belonging to a knight more consumed by avarice than a thirst for battle. He sucked in air, willing himself to be thinner, but no matter how hard he tried, his pectoral muscles seemed to jut out past the beaten steel. Luckily for Viktor, Stuart had the presence of mind and sense of humor enough to recapture her attentions before she could take note of the monstrosity masquerading as a man playing hide and seek with an unwitting partner. With a silent sigh of relief, he resumed his extemporaneous ambush with all the grace of a lumbering giant, furtive and feckless until he was nearly breathing down her neck.

To his astonishment, she hadn't discovered him yet so he swiftly enveloped her into a quixotic bear hug, arms capturing her and holding her in place as he lifted her fully off the ground and 'nommed' at her cheek. "Grrarugh." He mouthed, teeth harmlessly pawing at the side of her face like he meant to gourmandize her. "This Chinese Dragon has come all the way to Germany to kidnap a beautiful Asian princess. Come with me or I will GOBBLE YOU UP!" He roared in his thick accent that blanketed most of his words, laughter tracing the lines of his demand, breath ticking at the nape of her neck.

Hana had only a moment before she was hoisted into the air, letting out a panicked squeal as large arms ensnare her waist. It doesn't take but a moment for her to recognize who her captor is and with it comes a litany of giggles, her nose scrunching up as she playfully kicks her feet, leaning into the touch of her friend's lips as he mockingly chews at her cheek. As their laughter bounces off the walls, even Stuart himself cannot help but smile, pocketing his phone to watch the two blatantly flirt without either of their knowledge. "Oh, let me go Viktor!" Hana says, her voice breathless from the exertion. He places her on the ground just as she asks, their smiles mirror images of each other's own. Turning, the little Korean girl looks up at her friend, craning her neck backwards because of the height difference. "Shame on you-..." she jests, lightly smacking his abdomen, "...-scaring me like that. What were you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked with complete utter seriousness, the mirth on his face still painfully apparent. "I was being a dragon." He looked to Stuart with a thankful expression, happy to have been in cahoots with him if only briefly. "Hey Stewie."

And Stuart has a mini-anneurism at the sound of the moniker, his expression crumbling into a countenance of pure annoyance. "Hiya, Moose." he retorts, putting on an air of faux friendliness to mask his aggravation, earning him a warning glare from Hana. He throws his hands up and stands beside the couple, shoving his hands in his pockets as Clementine nestles herself atop his messenger bag. "Professor Hardwick is probably waiting on me to help prepare for today's lesson. You'll walk Hana to class?" His tone is that of a protective older brother, his gaze hard behind glass lenses as he looks down on him regardless of the height difference.

Viktor beamed with pride, hapless to Stuart's obvious diatribe. His gifting Hana's sardonic friend with a misnomer had been an extension of friendship between the two of them, and little did Stuart know, by awarding Viktor with his own nickname, had he inadvertently solidified the comradery there in the Russian's mind. They were now officially no longer just acquaintances but friends, whether the pale bundle of bone and sass liked it or not. His replying smile was practically radiant. "Gotcha covered boss, nothing slips past this fire breather." Viktor greatly respected the bond forged between Hana and Stuart, it being akin to something of a sibling nature. He mock bowed and offered the crook of his arm to Hana to slip her own through. As per Stuart's request, he'd see she made it to class without incident.

With a heavenward roll of his eyes, Stuart departs, issuing the two a lethargic salute as he turns on his heals towards Advanced Potions. Hana herself is beaming, her smile splitting her face in half as she links arms with the much larger man. Pulling towards the opposite direction, Hana ushers him down the hall, starting up a warm-hearted conversation of equally thick accents that couldn't be coherent despite the way their voice reverberated off the walls.