General Information
First Name: Anthony
Last Name: Williams
Blood Status: Halfblood
Nationality: ½ British, ½ Russian
Spoken Languages: English, Russian
Place of Birth: North Yorkshire, England
Age/Date of Birth: 35 || May 18th
Position: Mediwizard
Approved Special Features: - - - Looks
Eyes: He has a mean brow over almond-shaped blue eyes. Wears glasses for reading fine print.
Hair: Brown and wavy, usually just a messy mop left to fall where it may.
Height: 6'2 ft
General Appearance: At the age of sixteen, Tony sprouted to the height he is now--nearly six foot two in stature. The amount of time he spends in the gym, jogging, or practicing martial arts has kept him in-shape and bulky. He is strong in body, with muscles and a chiseled upper torso. His form tapers into narrow hips and long legs, built for endurance thanks to the time he's spent pushing himself at six in the morning. The wizard is indeed athletic and no small man. He happens to be incredibly hairy as well, especially along the arms and chest regions. His skin has bronzed just a tad from out of doors activities.
Whether Tony is handsome, however, is left up to opinion. His features can be termed rugged and unkempt, as he rarely shaves and brushing the brown mop of hair is done once--maybe twice--a day. He doesn't appear to care much about his physical attributes as much as he does his clothing. That is not to say he never bathes; he does so regularly, but it is uncommon to find him with a freshly shaved face or without bags under his eyes. Scruffy, Tony's bone structure is long and round. His lips are full, nose big, and eyes deep blue. Overall, he cuts quite the intimidating factor and seems powerful, at least in size.
Dressing Style: Anthony only ever knew wizarding garb before he began Hogwarts, but once introduced to the muggle style of clothing, he found preference in the free-moving shirts and jeans. It actually made him realize how stuffy and infuriating cloaks and robes could be. However, to fit in with the others, the man continues to wear professional wizard's robes. Indeed, Tony prefers to have darker, strong shades ( or even the occasional blue to bring out his eyes ). In contrast to his rugged, unkempt features, he makes a conscious effort to look presentable and nice at all times. His robes are pressed and an anti-dirt spell is cast over them so they won't lose cleanliness during the course of his day. At home, where others aren't likely to bother him any, Tony indulges in the muggles fashion. He likes button shirts and pants, though he won't wear them in public and should someone come calling, he throws a cloak over himself.Personality
General Character Traits: The first thing to note about Tony is his reclusive habits. It is unlike the wizard to talk much about himself--especially if the conversation backtracks over what's transpired in his life thus far. Normally, he pushes the focus onto those around him, even though he could really give two figs for what they have to say or what's happened in their life. It is simply a diversionary tactic of his, since the last thing he wants is someone getting into his business uninvited. But, Tony just happens to be a private person that doesn't need any more outside influence. Any and all advice given to him--no matter how sound or deep in common sense it lies--is typically disregarded for his own reasoning. In Tony's mind, he is the only one that really knows what he's doing and it actually offends him when another dares to tempt him with change. And, on the off-chance he does finally consider their advice and it does benefit him, the man grows very petulant and down-plays their involvement.
In truth, Anthony has simply lost faith in everyone. Thanks to his ex-wife, the people he's met along the way in life that always discouraged his curiosity, even his own siblings and family... They have all contributed to this inane fear of trusting anyone but himself. To Tony, no one else can emphasize with his plight, as they are not the ones experiencing it. These people have influenced the man right into a stark depression he can't seem to climb out of. Relationships--whether they are of love, family, or social ties--mean next to nothing for him now. Commitment and responsibility for anyone other than himself? He laughs at the thought of it. Yet, in reality, Tony is simply too afraid to turn back to that security another person may offer; he refuses to seek haven or solace in anyone. To do so would make him vulnerable once more, and leaves him open to disappointment, regret, and worst of all, pain. By relying on himself, he doesn't have to worry whether or not these people will be in his life tomorrow.
And, if anything, the outside influences that he's been exposed to for thirty-five years now have only succeeded in turning him sour. Indeed, Anthony has become nothing more than a bittered, aggressively confrontational soul. Everything about him, at least personality-wise, is unpleasant. His frank speech and behavior can certainly raise a few brows. He dares to go against all norms; he defies proper customs and disregards the consideration of others. It is not a good day unless he's managed to provoke some unfortunate person into a form of retaliation, if only to point out their flaws and deficiencies, so they might distract from his own. As others have ripped and torn him down, he now returns the favor with vengeful delight. The fault of his behavior can be harnessed to his ex-wife; Vonda all but broke him completely by taking his son. Tony know figures that if life can be so unfair and cruel, he might as well grow tough hide and claws to keep up. He doesn't particularly care who gets caught in the crosswind of his personal war waged on humanity.
One thing that isn't so nasty about Tony's personality though, is his drive. This need to know and understand everything that interests him--mainly the medical field, experiments, poisons, and the like--has never dissipated once in his life, even with the dissuading folks around. He has always been a fierce, determined sort bent on dissecting every little factor in life. Nothing has managed to knock him off the beaten path he's chosen, and he won't allow anything or anybody to get in his way, either. If Tony's made his mind up, it's rock solid and the man is too headstrong and stubborn to go back on whatever was decided. He doesn't particularly care if it's detrimental to himself or others. His reckless abandonment and thoughtlessness can definitely make him a person to keep watch over.
Lately, he seems to have lost himself not only in his work but also in food. Tony indulges in unhealthy snacks but balances it out with an almost obsessive habit of exercise. Whether he is at the gym, jogging, or even practicing martial arts ( a new hobby he's gathered from his interest in muggle history ), the wizard never seems to be lazy, persay. His eating habits just aren't the best for anyone. Tony is the type of guy who'll grab whatever and compile it into the biggest, unlikeliest assortment ever imagined, and then tear into it like an animal. He's not a person to turn to for advice on health, even with his compulsive activity, due to this messy habit. It's rather ironic that he takes such interest in his medical career when he has such disregard for himself as a person.
Likes: Ah, women--they have always been a delicious sight to Tony. He is a man, of course, and so is not immune to the lust and desire that courses through him daily. He can definitely appreciate a woman, though usually it has more to do with physical attributes than anything else. Curves, mature development, attractiveness... Tony loves blonde-haired, blue-eyed ladies with that doe-like aspect. Otherwise, innocence. And then he likes to destroy that so-called innocence.
Alcohol is also a favorite of Tony's. In fact, he imbibes more and more with each passing day. He likes a good scotch, usually, though firewhiskey has been known to hit the spot as well. But, he isn't so picky to turn down any drug offered him--if he can get drunk from it, he'll drink it. This particular drink has become something of an elixir to him; it helps him to drown out his pitiful woes, even if only for the night.
Junk food is his life, too. Unhealthy snacks and such are what makes Tony salivate. Chips that clog the heart, greasy burgers that clog the arteries... Anything and everything that couldn't possibly be good for the human body, he would consume ( which is ironic, considering his heavy involvement in the medical field ).
Though, he isn't all so unhealthy. At least Tony likes to exercise, which kind of balances out his unhealthy eating excursions. He spends a lot of time in the gym, or outside jogging. And recently, he has come to look into the muggle art of kung fu. Though he has yet to master the idea of meditation--as Tony is FAR from a calm, serene person in charge of his body and mind--he has learned some martial arts that keep his physical form finely tuned.
Something that does help him keep calm is journaling. Ever since his Hogwarts' professor suggested he find another route other than fighting to ease his frustrations, Anthony's been writing. Actually, he has several journals stacked high in his room that all detail his life from that point on; inside, he speaks of his angers, his upsets, his accomplishments... whatever there is to talk about, he has. In some of them, he may have even gotten poetic for a bit.
Tony likes to curl up in blankets--they give him a sense of security, of all things--and because of this he has come to enjoy the bleak, cold weather of England. In fact, he pines for it if his travels take him outside of the country to any place that doesn't suffer from as many thunderstorms or chilly nights. This cool weather gives him reason to wrap himself up. Perhaps this could be why he enjoys the overseas, as well, since water tends to be cooler than when one is inland.
The archaic has always interested Tony as well. History and outdated sources intrigue him; they are, he believes, fountains of knowledge that most overlook. If one simply studied them as he did, they could understand just as much as he. Mistakes can be discovered, and with this discovery comes the ability to correct them. It makes him feel like a pioneer of sorts. Plus, the stories are never the same. A good story is always fun to hear.
Dislikes: As a disciplinary technique, Tony has found that standing in corners is rather pointless and redundant. In fact, when he was younger, it only gave him time to consider how best cover up the unfavorable behavior that made his parents punish him in the first place. Facing the wall--or specifically, the corner--has just come to annoy him. If someone were to visit his office, nearly every ninety-degree space has something shoved up against it, purely as a tick of his. That way, he won't have to stand next to it even in idle conversation. Outside of his office, the man stands clear of corners almost to the point of ridiculous paranoia.
Another thing one might say he's paranoid of, is women. Tony likes them for physical needs only--his lust, his need for comfort. But otherwise, to have them around only seems to anger or upset him. He is not a man who wants to stand around and talk about his feelings twenty-four seven, nor does he have any desire to listen to some woman complain and whine. If he ever had the ability to mute all women, he would. Plus, since his ex-wife decided to play hackey sack with his heart, Tony has lost all faith in the female gender whatsoever. He doesn't trust them, and he will never open up to another again.
It shouldn't be shocking to learn that a man like Tony might balk at rules and regulations. He's never been good at following orders; he'll swallow them down if they are shoved down his throat, though only if this in some way advances himself somehow in life or career. Otherwise, having his behavior dictated and modified beyond his control is not met favorably by the man.
Healthy foods also disagree with him. Tony lives on fatty, greasy substances--meat is his life. If someone came at him with salad, he would smack the plate out of their hand or beat them upside the head with it. The thought of low or non-fat foods, the tastelessness of it all, simply makes him want to vomit. He doesn't see how one can survive without any spice to cover their dish. And, this averse feeling seems to be reiterated by the fact that it makes him physically ill. Health foods make him ill; his stomach can't seem to handle the cleanliness of the food and makes him queasy.
Though, this is not the only thing to make his stomach churn. Tony also hates to lose, at anything. In fact, he is the biggest poor sport imaginable. He is just the type of person to load on all the excuses he can think of to cover the fact that someone else could be better than him at something. Sometimes, he copes through anger or intimidation to make himself feel better about it.
One thing Tony cannot tolerate, however, is romance ( that and know-it-alls ). The idea of foreplay through courtship is ridiculous and nothing more than a corporate holiday. He feels it is a big commercial and a load of bull. Flowers--especially roses--are a waste of his money, and the thought that a woman might expect some from him makes the man curl his lip. He doesn't want to have to say meaningless drivel just to earn her trust; it wastes his time. Not to mention he considers love a fluke in and of itself. Tony doesn't see how this seemingly "fine" idea can exist when the things that have happened to him, happened at all.
Young adults bother Tony too, though. Those kids that are just fresh out of school and heading into their careers? They can all go shove it, even though he used to be as bright-eyed and excited as they once. Now, he just thinks they are canvases that have already been painted on with false assumptions that they already know how to do everything. He doesn't see how a body can learn if they think they know all there is to know.
Habits/Mannerisms: To say Tony has colorful language would be a drastic understatement. Most of his cursing slips out in anger or frustration, however he is never without aggressive tones. Gruff speech that may seem to him as normal might be shocking to another, and it is unlikely for him to filter anything he says just because it makes someone else uncomfortable. Whenever he does encounter these prudish sorts (whom he considers simpletons), Tony is accompanied with the occasional brow lift to relate just how ridiculous he finds them. He also has the tendency to stare holes through the unfortunate stuck in conversation with him, as he believes it serves to make them disconcerted and therefore vulnerable. During these assessing moments, he may also interlock his fingers and recline in his chair to make himself appear completely at ease. Whether he is, however, is debatable.
Strengths: Anthony is, and all signs indicate this personality factor of his will never change, an aggressively determined sort. There never seems to be a place where the sidewalk ends, in his mind. Once he makes a decision, it's unlikely he will budge or give in. If he has to, he makes things work by whatever means possible. Tony has always thrust himself into his work and is quite relentless--while he may grow frustrated easily if something isn't perfect immediately, he never loses faith that one day, it will be. Where others may lose heart, Tony is simply too headstrong to let go.
Perhaps this would make the man seem fearless, as well. Or stupid. Either way, Tony disregards risks and advice given because he feels that it only hinders progression. He is someone who believes that one can never accomplish anything without trying it first. Failure, in his eyes, is only a minor setback. Without mistakes, he would not be able to understand exactly what went wrong or how to fix it, which is what intrigues him most in the first place. Tony doesn't care if he has to test unchartered waters--if it has any meaning towards his work or life, he'll do whatever necessary.
But his drive to dissect everything--his failures, his accomplishments--has made it so the wizard is quite knowledgable. His intelligence is not infinite; it stems mostly to his line of work and the many 'experiments' he locks himself away to play with. It's possible he could have an answer for any medical question asked of him, as Tony has made it his life's ambition to fully understand the field inside and out. And if he doesn't have an answer, he'll be sure to get one.
As imagined, this stubborn need to know everything there is to medical ailments has helped Tony to become quite skilled in the area. He has, after all, been heavily involved in it since his early years in Hogwarts. In fact, he had to be tough and fight just to be able to continue his interest, as so many students were afraid of what he was capable of. He never allowed anyone to stand in his way; he toyed, tinkered, and stole in the hopes of sharpening his skills and knowledge-base. And the man stood his ground, always. Tony is blunt, and strong in his endeavor.
Weaknesses: Stopping to think and consider his options has never been a strong point for Tony. Rather, he is prone to act on whatever comes to mind first, and later down the road he may think back and chastise himself for being so hasty in judgement. He tends to ignore all sound advice given, as the only person he knows that understands any of what he's going through is himself. Tony doesn't see the point in listening to another person's reasoning when they aren't experiencing anything of what he is.
To inspire temper from this man happens to be incredibly easy to do. Tony has the shortest fuse out of his entire family, and the simplest thing could offset it. Whether someone's words are ill-timed or the food is undercooked--it all rankles his nerves until he starts barking his discontent. This wizard gets physical when angry and may use the nearest available resource as his weapon; sometimes, his wand just doesn't do it for him. The sense has to literally be knocked into him before Tony will even consider calming down, or exhaustion has to set in. Either way, violence is a key factor in his life and a good explanation of why he's so anti-social.
Maybe, if one knew his past, they might understand his need for reckless and violent behavior, and they would certainly see how he could be so bitter. From the moment his ex-wife took away his son, the wizard spiraled into a depression unlike anything he experienced before. Now, he has never been one to see the glass as half-full to begin with, but after that, he considered the glass shattered and beyond repair. There is no hope, no justice left in this world--at least in Anthony's eyes. This feeling of helplessness has been like a poison that spread to every part of his body, and now that everything is out of his control, the only thing left to do is fight. And yet, even fighting has only become half-hearted attempts.
Though, Tony is one man who feels the need to justify everything he does. In fact, he relishes in the idea of latching onto specific examples of what someone else may have done to explain his retaliation. But, in essence, he is merely escaping the blame and responsibility for what was clearly his antagonistic behavior in the first place. He doesn't accept the possibility that he is simply the cause; Tony only sees the fault in others, not himself. He is never in the wrong, or so he'll say.
Another thing about him is his lack of patience for anything. Frustration and upset are easy to come by for this man. One little unplanned glitch, one mistake--it sets everything back and stresses him out. Sometimes, when expected to wait, Tony might just rush through things to finish all the more faster and receive results in a timely matter. Then again, this careless impatience has it so mistakes are often made, and therefore must be gone over two or three more times. Tony never seems to realize that he is wasting just as much--if not more--time speeding through things than if he simply eased through it.
This might also account for his rough nature. Anthony can hardly be expected to treat everything and everyone with a kindness; he has no patience to sugarcoat or play to another's needs. In fact, he could care less what people think of or see him as. Bodily functions? Tony will burp, fart, spit, scratch--whatever he feels like doing, he will do. It really doesn't matter to him who he's around when he does, either. The man could be decked out in suit and tie for all he cared, and he'd still adjust himself in public. It certainly makes for an ill-bred wizard. Personal History
Spouse: Vonda Sokova, aged 28, halfblood, former Drakonya Krov, field reporter, ex-wife
Children: Mikhail Sokov, aged 5, halfblood, son
Mother: Dina Williams (nee Lutrova),aged 57, former Klyk Vampira, healer
Blood Status: Halfblood
Father: Gary Williams, aged 63, former Gryffindor, wizard repairman
Blood Status: Halfblood
Siblings: Brendan Williams, aged 42, former Slytherin, halfblood, brother, wizard repairman
Feliks Williams, aged 40, former Slytherin, halfblood, brother, substitute
Kitsa Williams, aged 30, former Gryffindor, halfblood, sister, mediwitch
Background Story:
PARENTS & SIBLINGS & CHILDHOOD
Gary Williams and Dina Lutrova came from two entirely different worlds, and it was for this reason perhaps that the opposites attracted. His family’s background was based solely in wizard repair, the muggle equivalent of a ‘handyman’ but with wands. Out of her family arose intelligent, strong-minded individuals who found their calling in medicine. Their meeting had been happenstance; Gary often traveled with the money he shrewdly collected. He never guessed he would ever meet a blonde hair, blue-eyed Russian beauty, but it was not something he ever regretted. Instant attraction was there for them both, so to secure her attention was only too easy. They quickly rushed into a heavy relationship, and before either family understood what had happened, their children were married. As soon as the honeymoon wore off, Gary and Dina were ready to begin a life together. Because Gary’s business held most ties in England, the two relocated there were she found a position in St. Mungos to continue her own career. Within the first year of marriage, the couple became pregnant with their first child. For the next nine months, they argued over names as each wanted to retain their heritage in their offspring. It was eventually solved diplomatically: they drew straws! Gary, having won the silly game, decided they would take turns naming whatever children they may have. He, of course, would have the first rights. Baby Brendan was born shortly afterwards. Parenthood struck the two hard and several adjustments had to be made – the main of which affected their careers. Their schedules underwent a lot of changes until they coincided as necessary. Brendan was a handful, so things became really strained when Feliks came into the picture as well. Now with two sons to care for, Gary and Dina found themselves being less of a romantic couple and more of wary parents. However, to this day, they will not undermine the time spent chasing these two hoydens around the house. But with the children, and having to juggle their careers to keep a fixed income alive, they did not have much time for themselves anymore.
Whenever the couple did find time to be alone, they certainly did not spend it talking. Dina announced her third pregnancy after over five years of tough marriage. Their families worried that if they continued to reproduce, it might tear them apart! But, while they were tired a lot of the time, Gary and Dina welcomed the third addition to the small unit. Anthony was born on May eighteenth with a violent storm waging war outside. Uncommonly, he did not cry and for a few horrifying seconds they believed he might have some physical inhibition until someone swatted him on the butt. That made him wail, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. As the youngest now, Anthony received most of his parents’ attention which did not place him in much favor with his brothers. In fact, the two found more joy in teasing him or breaking things in order to get some notice around the house. Dina felt slightly overwhelmed, being the only woman in a household of boys who each demanded her undivided attention at any given time. Anthony seemed to understand they were wearing her ragged, and so he often went to his father should he need anything rather than trouble her with it. Brendan and Feliks picked on him a lot, however, and it was not the friendly sort of sibling rivalry most grow up with. They were spiteful and mean just because he was not held accountable for anything, whereas responsibility weighted their shoulders. His brothers would often gang up on and goad Anthony to the point where anger turned into aggression, and their dispute would be solved through vicious fistfights and hair-pulling until one of their parents came running to tear them apart. Usually, he lost. Anthony was younger and weaker, not the mention hardly a force when it’s two against one. As imagined, the constant fighting did not endear him any to the boys, nor did it help to ease the strain on their parents. Dina felt it prudent to cut most of her hours at St. Mungos and instead stay at home to watch all three, as they obviously needed round-the-clock care. It became easier for her once her eldest son began Hogwarts.
Dina’s fourth pregnancy had been a surprise, and not one the family particularly felt they needed at the time. The thought of adding another son to this clan just seemed too much. However, Dina was pleasantly surprised once she was told it would be a girl – she had always wanted a little girl, and so they made room for baby Kitsa. The day Kitsa was born, Anthony felt something change inside of him. He would no longer be the baby in the family, nor would he receive most of the attention. This did not bother him, though. Rather, he saw the fragile arms and big eyes, and he felt instant love for the small girl and a fierce desire to protect her from harm. Anthony did not want either of his brothers going around her in fear they would give Kitsa the same treatment they had him, and so the boy often stood ‘guard’ around her, if only to keep an eye. It was always he who held her, he who fed her, and he who took her outside to play – under their parents’ supervision, of course. Anthony all but hogged his baby sister away from his brothers, and often pouted whenever she was with Brendan or Feliks. But Kitsa and Anthony shared a stronger bond, and the girl would usually choose to be around him most as he frequently told her he would always be there for her, to protect and love her. It was easier for them whenever Hogwarts was in session, as Brendan and Feliks would not be there to interrupt their time together. When they were, however, Anthony always got an earful of his ‘sensitivity’ and practical jokes they had to turn his wardrobe pink in an effort to undermine his masculinity. He would not allow their goading to affect him, though.
HOGWARTS
Anthony’s acceptance from Hogwarts came and went. His parents – mainly through his father’s decision, as the man was something of a miser – slipped him the handmedowns from his older brothers, arguing there was no need to waste money on books or robes when there were already perfectly good sets he could have. He felt dirty and cheapened by their garments, which were a tad too small; their books were untidy and scribbled in with nonsense. The boy was out of his element at Hogwarts, because even though his two brothers were currently in their seventh and fourth years, they refused to acknowledge him as any relation of theirs. It also did not help that they were Slytherins, whereas he had been placed in Ravenclaw. Now with new responsibility to weight his shoulder and some separation anxiety from Kitsa, Anthony was introduced to muggleborns and their history. Before Hogwarts, he probably knew as much about muggles as they would have known of him – nothing. In a wizard’s home, there was no reason to talk of them and so up to that point in his life, they had only ever been a name. However, Anthony found himself fascinated with their lifestyles, psychology, and history. A lot of the people he made a point to befriend happened to either be muggleborn, or have one muggle parent (and of course anyone who had extensive knowledge of muggles). There was also some intrigue in Potions; the boy found interest in what went into droughts and such, and the effects they would have on the consumer. At home, his brothers relapsed into their old ways – only this time, they called him muggle-lover and brainiac, as if his intelligence should make him feel ashamed. Rather, Anthony felt a sense of pride in himself to know others saw him as a smart kid, what with his calculated methods in Potions, a growing need of discovery in muggle technology, and a sudden awareness of his parents’ careers. Gary repaired things; Anthony liked to take apart, dissect, and reassemble. Dina cured illnesses; Anthony tampered with potions and brews to understand the effects. He suddenly realized he had the two best resources at his fingertips: his parents.
As he grew older, Anthony took advantage of the resources around him – namely his parents and the interesting classes Hogwarts offered. During Holiday breaks, he would return home and beg the time to spend with either parent while they worked. He split his time between his mother, his father, and his sister Kitsa. At school, it was uncommon to find him without a book pertaining to some sort of Potions, Herbology, or even Charms subject. Sometimes, he would hole up in his dorm to create concoctions from ingredients he could pilfer (only ever in small doses), and which he would try to test out on his peers. Of course none of the students wanted to be his guinea pig, and instead he got into a lot of trouble with the male population. Rumors spread that he was trying to poison everybody, and the tougher kids thought they could knock the curiosity right out of him. Anthony spent a lot of time in the Hospital ward his fifth year because he refused to give up these crazy inventions or stop himself from slipping it into someone’s drink. His peers wanted to frighten him out of it, but what happened was a relatively passive yet knowledge-hungry boy turned aggressive and mean. Anthony could not understand why they wanted to squash his dreams, and it angered him to see them try. Now, some fights he got involved in had been ones he initiated – they were not going to stop him. It came to a point where the nurse suggested that, instead of physically venting his aggression, he find another outlet to vent with. This got Anthony into journaling; the boy found it easy to express his thoughts and feelings by scribbling them all down rather than plant his fist in someone’s face, or flick his wand at their back. If someone gave him trouble about the kooky experiments he continued to pull off, he might slam a door or two but eventually, his journals would pile up with all the dark-seeded thoughts of what he really wanted to do.
His sister joined Hogwarts in his sixth year, and Anthony was immediately on the defensive for her. Whoever thought to get near the young Gryffindor, he would come to bark and shuffle her away. As the sister of the school’s creepy and violent nerd, Kitsa often got teased to tears which of course would send him into fits of rage. No one could make his sister cry and get away with it. But, it also had Anthony in many detentions and more hospital ward trips, as not even his journals could keep him sane enough to refrain from revenge. Even with his frustration with his peers at Hogwarts, Anthony continued to pursue a career path much like his mothers – he wanted to help others, others like his
sister and his parents, and offer the inventive ideas he worked on daily in the medicinal movement. He graduated with top marks, ones he had worked hard and literally fought over to keep so he might obtain this desire of completion. A lot of people told him he was nuts, and he would never make it as healer with his harebrained experiments. Anthony thought otherwise, and if anything their dissuading comments only made him want it more. With a deep passion of Potions and Herbology, he left with specific goals in mind.
ADULT
Immediately, Anthony applied to The Dilys Derwent School for Healing which his parents forked the money over for. It was, his mother once told him, the least they could do as he had never been given new things for school (everything had always been either Brendan’s or Feliks’ first). Plus, Gary and Dina were quite proud to see their son so determined to make it in what was considered one of the most intense, rigorous careers that only a select few could achieve. Within the month, he was accepted mainly through his impressive grades and his parents’ monetary supply. Those first two years sucked for Anthony; he did not enjoy the basics at all. Everything seemed a repeat for him, and so the excitement was lacking. The only reason he got through it all was because a lot of what they had him study, was stuff he had already perused in Hogwarts; they simply went into greater details and methods. An established healer at St. Mungos offered to tutor Anthony for his next required two years of tangible practice, as he worked on the third floor dealing in potion and plant poisoning which was closest to what the young man wished to be in. Dane was a tough mentor who placed much stock in the theory that the only way to learn was to do, and often times he would not remain around to walk Anthony step-by-step. Instead, he learned to pay close attention to orders given and then perform them as directed, otherwise lose the opportunity. As much as the two men bickered and butted heads, Dane would occasionally admit the only reason he tolerated Anthony’s attitude was because he happened to be the same way at that age. And truth be told, the younger man truly appreciated the chance to work under someone who lived what he wanted to be. When he graduated from Derwent’s, Dane recruited him into St. Mungos to continue working on his floor, under his supervision, but as a licensed healer. Anthony jumped on the opportunity without hesitation.
Eventually, Harvey and Anthony became a dynamic pair on level three. He now had a place where he could practice with his ‘medical discoveries’ and not receive odd looks or nasty words because of it. If asked, Anthony would claim he was simply trying to find ‘cures’ for his patients, which was the truth – it had always been the truth. His curiosity had been for a good cause, and now without people afraid of what he was capable of, he pretty much had free reign with all sorts of medical supplies to continue experiments with. Occasionally, he would get lucky and find a certain herb concoction that might aid in healing an extended bottom lip, or a reduced tongue. It seemed that things were going well for the man, now. Anthony had the support of his parents and his sister Kitsa, his mentor Harvey Dane, and he was aiding in the health progress of others which just gave him an inner level of satisfaction. But there was also a darker thought rooted down in his brain – it never escaped him that while he could help these people, he could just as easily harm them too with everything he had access to and how he knew to use it. Not that Anthony ever wanted to injure any patients, just the idea was there. Though, once his sister began to see a wizard named Corey, his old protective habits flared up and he tried unsuccessfully to scare him away from her. It got to a point where he threatened to poison the man if he thought to touch her anymore, and Kitsa had to step in to calm Anthony down. Since she was the only person who could make him sane again, it was not long before he saw the ridiculousness in his behavior and stepped back, giving her the room to enjoy her relationship. Though Anthony did not like the thought of his baby sister in love with a possible predator, there was not much he could do to change it.
Comfortable and successful thus far in his career, Anthony felt content. However, his thirst for some sort of accomplishment in his life made it so the man never really had any relationships. Certainly he had interest in women, and occasionally he would go out to pubs and meet up with a special lady for a night or two. That was the extent of it, though. No woman had caught his attention until one day, a blonde haired, green-eyed woman spilt her coffee all over his brand new blue shirt. Instead of his infamous temper getting the better of him, he guilted the woman into having dinner with him that night. Anthony learned she was a Russian lady, whose name was Vonda Sokova and she, as a reporter, was there to cover a Ministry piece. He found himself instantly attracted to the strong personality, and the irony that he too, had fallen for a Russian like his father was not lost on him. Unlike his father however, Anthony had a hell of a time convincing Vonda to return the feelings that so strongly overwhelmed him. To say he pursued her would be an understatement, for the man all but stalked her back to St. Petersburg, Russia once she finished her business in Europe. Anthony took an extended vacation, and on that vacation he made sure to conveniently pop up and around Vonda’s most favorite hangouts, each time appearing none the less discouraged by her denial to date him. Eventually, the persistent man wore the woman down and she agreed to give the half Russian a chance. Their relationship escalated from that moment, and like his father before him, Anthony found himself hastily proposing marriage within a month of knowing the feisty, spirited woman. Surprisingly, it did not take much coaxing for her to marry him. They spent their honeymoon blissful, but within the week his controlling and aggressive personality resurfaced.
Anthony automatically assumed she would return to England with him, and they would continue a life there together so that he might remain where his career was. Vonda however, had no desire or intention to leave St. Petersburg. This of course made his temper resurface as he attempted to bully her into relocating, though what he accomplished was further from what he wanted to happen: she left him. In fact, divorce papers were thrown right in his obsessed face. Stunned, Anthony hightailed it back to England where his shock deteriorated into depression. His work suffered during this time, as he spent most of his night in the pubs and most of his day recovering from a hangover. He refused to take medicine that would ease the pounding headaches and return him to normal, instead preferring to wallow in the misery of it. As he his anger turned bitter, Anthony was ignorant to the fact his ex-wife had left him while pregnant with their son, Mikhail. A part of him still wanted Vonda back, but the letters he penned her way all went unanswered. The man was forced to wait until another vacation was allotted him before a trip back to St. Petersburg could be taken. Upon his arrival, he found Vonda had moved back in with her parents. And, to add confusion to his understanding, there was a curious baby in her arms. Vonda eventually broke down and admitted that Mikhail was Anthony’s son, and allowed him to visit with the child. For the second time in his life, there was that overwhelming urge to protect and love the fragile ball, and it reignited the desire to mend their family back together. She was not so keen on the idea, and as her ex-husband pushed and begged, the authorities had to move in to keep him away from her parents’ property. Anthony had no choice but to return to North Yorkshire, England a broken man.
RECENT
A sense of hopelessness he had never experienced before overcame Anthony. His ex-wife refused him access to his son, her family was making certain he had no contact with either their daughter or grandson. It would be a blatant lie to claim that this man did not want to be apart of Mikhail’s life; he wanted to be the father he was meant to have been! If he continued to ‘harass’ the Sokov family, he risked being sent to Azkaban for repeated offenses. All that was left was for depression to harden into resentment for the woman who had all but killed his spirit and taken an important piece of himself away. Indeed, all that Vonda allowed him were the occasional pictures she would send through owl, to ‘keep him updated’. In Anthony’s opinion, he felt his dementor of an ex-wife was just wanting to torment him and rub it in further, however he would not have given up the opportunity to have those photos either. At least in one way he would get to see his son wave, smile, or show him a missing tooth. Each and every picture he has received, he has framed and hung up not only at home but in his office at work. Though, he has not forgiven Vonda whatsoever for keeping Mikhail from him, or even ultimately leaving him. Spurned and alone, Anthony continues his odd experiments that might raise a brow. Only now, the stuff he plays and dabbles in might not be very…
safe, if consumed. In fact, he’s gone on a new mission to discover each and every poison out there possible, and the side effects that come with them. His old mentor Harvey Dane has retired, and Anthony is now in his stead.
Minor Details
Strong Area of Magic: Potions
Weak Area of Magic: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Former School / House: Hogwarts / Former Ravenclaw
N.E.W.T.s: Care of Magical Creatures ( A )
Charms ( E )
Herbology ( O )
Muggle Studies ( O )
Potions ( O )
Transfiguration ( E )
Pets: - - -
Wand: Thirteen inches, flexible spruce, phoenix feather
Quidditch position: Merely a spectator.
Anything else: ? Mad scientist, ftw?
Are You A Native English Speaker?: Of course. RP Response
“Vonda… ple—NO!”
Tony sprinted forward just as the door slammed shut, his left arm bearing the brunt of pain as he fell into it. Disbelief clouded him; was she serious? No… no, she isn’t. I know this woman! She changes her mind as often as her clothes. She’s just… she’s just angry with me right now. She doesn’t know what she’s saying! His frantic thoughts did little to calm his anxious nerves. Palms flattened against the heavy blockade as he crushed his front against it, his lips almost kissing the wood. “Vonda, baby… please,” Tony spoke through the door in her native tongue, assuming she was on the other side much like himself. “You can’t do this. I know you’re mad… I know I need to change. I-I will. I’ll change. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. Just please, don’t take my s-son from me.” Never before had he felt so crippled, so unmanned. His emotions had become too great; they choked him, and all Tony could do was press his forehead to the door and wait for her to open it again. His ears strained to listen for any hint of noise; her voice, maybe, or even signs that she stood just beyond this barrier, worrying her lip as she decided whether or not this second chance should be given.
He waited for several moments, all the while struggling to retain some semblance of control over the tremors that threatened to shake his body. He waited to feel this obstruction to lift away from him. He waited to see the green eyes, full of forgiveness. He waited in vain. None of this happened. It was all a perfect story concocted in his mind. Tony could relate it perfectly: after a quivering moment of uncertainty, she would open the door and he would move in so she could not keep him away any longer. He would brush blonde hair from her face, or encircle her frail body in his strong arms. He would whisper the apologies until she begged him to stop. Whatever was necessary, he would have done it. And yet, the door never relented. Vonda did not open the door, the only clear sign that she had not – and possibly would never – forgive him. Tony’s breath left him at this realization; his own personality, the need for control and stability, had been his downfall. “I cannot live with someone so unbearable!” The Russian woman had screamed at him. “I won’t have my son become what you are.”
What was he? There had to be some monstrosity of a deformity to him that repulsed her so. “You won’t change your mind, will you?” He whispered this, partly from shock, and partly from reckoning. Tony’s fist rapped against the wood then, suddenly unwilling to give in so easily. “VONDA! Open this door!” His anger was heightened due to the very real possibility of what was at stake: losing his son, who was just three months old. The wizard flailed his limbs to the wood, pounding and kicking in some vain attempt to rip it open. “Damnit, I said OPEN THE DOOR!” He hollered until his throat burned; he punched until the skin broke and the pain sheared through him. A shaking hand groped within the lapels of his coat, grasping for the willowy stick to jab it towards the lock. If she was not willing to let him in herself, he would take matters into his own hands. However, the nerve failed him; it kept him from ever uttering the enchantment. The man stood on her stoop, foolishly pointing his wand at her locked door with no voice or intention. It’s hopeless, his mind screamed. There are four wizards inside. You’re not powerful enough to fight them all off. What good would you be, to find yourself in Azkaban?
All at once, energy failed him. His muscles became too heavy; he dropped the wand and sagged against the door, back to it. “Mikhail, oh god,” he gasped out, a shudder sweeping through him until his legs gave out. Tony slid to the stone, squatting as it was all he could manage. He realized then, he had lost. There was no convincing others; there was no making this better. His wife did not love him – had she ever? Her family threatened him… His son would grow up without him. A crushing blow to the would-be father, the man would swear whatever heart he possessed had stopped then. It sank low, right into his gut. He was spineless. Useless. Bared. Tony no longer cared, not even as the tears stung his eyes and overflowed. They fell in silent streaks as he stared hopelessly in front of him, seeing nothing and everything at once. Eventually, he simply curled into himself and buried his face in his arms. If anything, his misery could be suffered in private.
