I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down

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Phief Einar Remnikov
19 - Male - Halfblood - 03/17/1999

Reserve Beater for Ballycastle Bats

Appearance and Personality
General Appearance: Phief can be quite intimidating, to those who don't know him. He stands at a hulking six-foot-four and has shoulders as broad as they come. It's typical in his family, Russian boys tend to be big. Phief has deep brown eyes which appear almost black when he is upset, though usually they are almost as gold as honey. Naturally he has dark brown hair. Usually his hair is slicked back, not quite long enough to be placed in a bun. His brows are also dark, which can give him quite ominous features and sometimes he can be found with a scruffy five o'clock shadow. More often than not, though, he keeps his face clean shaven.

Typically he wears jeans and a t-shirt and mostly dark colors. He has two full sleeve tattoos, they represent the stories of his family's heritage and bloodline (minus the muggle part).
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Skills: Quidditch, Looking Intimidating, Keeping A Straight Face, Potions, Patience
Weaknesses: Prone To Angry Outbursts, His Younger Brothers, His Pride, Was Never A Very Good Student
Positive Personality Traits: Loyal, Determined, Hard-Working, Patient (At Times), Passionate
Negative Personality Traits: Aggressive, Prone to Anger, Callous, Posessive, Cold
Hobbies and Interests: Flying, Being With Family, Dark Arts
Character History:

Phief was born under terrible and damning circumstances, the likes of which he has never forgotten. His father, Alexi was the heir of a pureblood line in Russia. A long and proud line of Dumstrang alumni, his father was the only child born to carry on the Remnikov name. But the burden was clearly not held with high standards, his father craved the attention of a local muggle girl, Irene. Shortly after his father's graduation he found out that Irene was pregnant, news that was not well welcomed by anyone except Alexi. He was absolutely thrilled with the prospect of being a father, to the point that he even felt pride in bringing his pregnant girlfriend to his family home to express the news.

He was lucky that he and Irene even made it out alive on that fateful night, his mother had gathered quite the heard of family from near and far to hear the surprise that Alexi had in store. And as all the family sat around the dinning table, chatting merrily Phief's father stood to propose a toast to good health. All others chinked their glasses merrily before he added that he also wished good health upon his unborn child. At first the family seemed happy, but as the dinner continued they hounded poor Irene about her schooling, her bloodline, and she tried her best to conceal her secret- but it had slipped. The room's joy and chatter quickly turned to anger and disgust. How could Alexi taint such a pure bloodline, and with this muggle girl?! Alexi never spoke much else of what happened to his son Phief, but from what he could gather his grandfather had nearly killed them both in such anger.

Yes, Phief was the first, the original damned son. His mother and father fled from their homes in Russia and started anew in London, England, where Irene had distant relatives. Though the two never married, they stayed together for many years and produced three more sons. They taught the boys to live in secrecy about their magic, as their closest relatives were all muggles with no clue of the existence of magic. But as Phief grew he found that he differed from his father and brothers. They were kind hearted, they were understanding and had no qualms about non-magical people. Something in Phief was different, and unrelenting.

Maybe it was that he was too much like his grandfather, a powerful man whom of which he had never met. Phief was drawn toward the magic, especially dark magic, and found himself resenting his mother more and more for tearing him away from the family he never got to know. He was supposed to be the next heir to their bloodline, instead here he sat with these muggles pretending magic didn't exist.

On his eleventh birthday it became very clear that magic did exist, as he received his letter to Hogwarts school. He had heard a thing or two about it from his father, heard of the houses and he was more than sure he would be sorted to Slytherin. In his heart he was pure, the sorting hat would surely see that! He was cunning, resourceful and ambitious, just as his father had described. Phief wanted nothing more than to join their house, his father, however, pointed out to him how he would also be well suited for Hufflepuff. Phief was loyal, hard-working, and dedicated. Phief was sorted and so commenced his schooling. As he got older he found himself developing a dark hatred for his mother. He hated her, hated her for what she had made his life become and he hated her for taking away the life he was supposed to have.

As the years went on Phief's other three brothers were brought their letters and sorted into various houses, he grew very close with them, the ever minding shadow that guided them through their schooling. He felt a sense of duty, since his mother couldn't possibly be of any help to them, then he needed to step up and guide them. They needed it, especially when his father preached to them about tolerance and understanding, Phief made sure to counter every one of those speeches with his own- detailing how they should be a proud family and work towards a better future than what they were given.

Phief's dreams slowly geared to eventually joining the death eaters ranks, though he knew the resistance he would receive. He was, after all, half-blooded. As his schooling continued he found that there were only two things he could have ever really wanted, to play quidditch professionally and to be accepted into the death eaters ranks. At the Halloween Feast when the fire had burned many students in his house he was almost prideful to have been burned himself. The scars of it are something he treasures and instead of a threat he took it as a sign he was heading in the right direction.

He graduated after the Ministry was overtaken and he was excited to be entering into a world like that. Better yet he had been offered a position as a reserve beater for the Bats which he took happily. He has been working as well as aiding the death eaters ever since in the hopes of one day joining their ranks.

Plots and Politics
What is your character’s stance on the recent takeover of the Ministry by Death Eaters? "Let's face it, guys. The wizarding world was falling lax, bending to the way of the muggle. We don't need that, we certainly don't want it. I, for one, am glad they took over. It's about time we have some people in charge who will do what needs to be done."

Where did your character stand in the treatment of Death Eaters and their families under the late Minister Durant's rule? "It was an absolute abomination. I fully stand in support of the death eater's escape; they deserved much better, sought out the opportunity and took it. Very commendable."

How was your character and their family affected by the reign and death of Voldemort? "I wasn't even born yet, and let's just say I know which side I would stand..."

Family

Parents: Alexi Remnikov (Born 1981) & Irene Felbottom (Born 1981)
Siblings:
Alek Remnikov -Second Born Son
Dima Remnikov - Third Born Son
Rurik Remnikov - Fourth Born Son
Children: None As Of Yet
Partner: None As Of Yet
Other Relevant Family: He doesn't want to talk about it.
Family History:
Alexi Remnikov came from a very proud bloodline of purebloods in Russia, and despite his own father's attemps to keep their line pure he found himself in love with a local muggle girl. He knew that he was the last remaining Remnikov that could carry on the bloodline, but that didn't matter. What mattered to him was Irene. Irene was the same age as him, fair and kind. She had been traveling the world after graduating school in London and had always longed to see the mountains in Russia. This is where she met Alexi and the two were smitten instantly. Within months of meeting, Irene fell pregnant. News that was happy at first. She loved Alexi, this much was true, and she knew that she wanted to start her family with him.

It wasn't until they attempted to break the news to his family that things went terribly wrong. Alexi was sure that his father would be upset, he had a right after all, but he truely believed that he would see past it and be happy for the two who were so young and in love. Instead Alexi's father disowned them, threatening to kill them if they ever brought their bad blood back to Russia. His anger was so great he nearly killed them both the night they told him the news.

For the safety of their little family, the two moved to London, where Irene had family that would gladly take them in and help them get onto their own two feet. The two never married, and could never see a real reason to. They loved each other, they both knew this much, and couldn't see a need for a piece of paper saying that. Their lives were a testament to that, for either one could have ran away that night that almost took both their lives. Either one could have split, but they didn't. They stayed together, through the best and worst of times.

Phief was the first son they brought into the world, both at the tender age of eighteen. Three more sons came to follow and their family grew big and happy! All four of their sons had been offered schooling at Hogwarts, and all four accepted. Despite the ups and downs, they have a lovely little family (even though Phief doesn't think so)!