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Full Character Name:Filip “Flip” Garo Dimislav
Character Birthday & Age: February 11 1987 & 21
City & Country of Birth: London, England
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn?: Halfblood
Alma Mater: Hogwarts, Slytherin
Job: A slew of odd jobs, never stays in one place for very long.

Wand:

11” Dragon Heartstring, Cherrywood. Ollivanders 1932.

Physical Description:

Filip is a case of good looks gone sour. Once upon a time, his dark locks were cropped short, not a hair out of place and not a drop of grease to be found. His pale skin was once soft and always moisturized, free of any unneeded facial hair. Clothes, always matching (never wrinkled) adorned his physically fit body. Yes, Flip was once a handsome man, very handsome indeed, but time slipped and the people who cared for him were lost. By the time Flip realized that his well-being was only a matter of others caring too much and that his sudden loss of organization and personal hygiene was a matter of his caring too little (or perhaps never really being taught how to care for himself) it was too late.

His hair is now a dirty tangle, in desperate need of a good wash or maybe even a combing, but lacking in an owner who cares enough to do so. Pale skin is marred by a grungy beard and mustache combination. His dark brown eyes lack their glisten (though that might have more to do with his little pot habit than anything else) and beneath them are dark circles, sign of a man who hardly sleeps. Pride has gone out the window, as is shown in the dirty clothes he sleeps in then wears the next day, clothes that are mismatched and wrinkled and haven’t seen a wash since 1983. He is tall and thin and devoid of much muscle, all strength training also gone out the window along with his quidditch playing days. He’s a dirty shell of a man now, a tiny boy hidden inside that.

Personality Description:

Pride has always been the main issue. In most cases, pride goes hand in hand with independence. For Filip, it may have been this way, had his parents not coddled him and therefore encouraged his pride and dependence. Flip is often cocky and obnoxiously so, his words tainted with superiority even in the face of his clear superiors. Flip likes to feel like he’s important and so in his own eyes he puts himself first. Call it only child syndrome if you’d like, but if it’s not all about him, it’s not very important.

As is the case with children who are babied their entire lives, Flip lacks maturity. His sense of humor is childish and often times degrading, jokes that were funny in his fifth year have lost their touch and Flip has only just begun to realize this. It’s a hard thing, to grow up mentally when you’re already physically “grown up”, and it is something that Flip is having to do the hard way (a way which he did not even know existed until recently)—by experience. He fails often in the things he tries; he’s been through plenty of jobs and out their doors on his ass the next day. He’s hard-headed as a mule, too, and refuses to admit his errors openly, doing what he does with almost everything that is too hard to face—holding it in.

Flip is really not a bad person. Arrogant, yes. Ignorant, absolutely. Childish, annoyingly so. But evil? It’s something he’s not. Flip carries a slew of bad habits upon his back, such as his addiction to sex, his constant desire to drink his problems away, his love for smoking cigarettes and weed (it’s just to calm him down, alright?) and perhaps most physically damaging short-term, his tendency for instigating fist fights to get disagreements solved. And yet, he’s a person who seems to be fighting a shadow, he’s a fish out of water, a baby bird who fell from the nest too soon. He wants to survive and he doesn’t quite know how.

A fact about himself that even Filip is unaware of is his intelligence. Sure, he’s not the brightest of men, but he’s a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for. It’s all instinctual of course—books never quite got through to him, but it’s there, lingering. Traces of it can be found in the little things he does, like the quick wit that crops up in the midst of a verbal battle or his creative lies to get out of work. Flip is also more of a dreamer than he lets on—he has big dreams and wants to carry them out, he fantasizes about a lot of different things and for all his pride, it’s true self confidence he lacks.

Deep down, Flip is scared. He’s a kid in an adult world and he doesn’t know what to do. And yet, his hard-headed nature doesn’t permit him to seek help or guidance. (Hell, he’s loaded and he won’t so much as look at the money.) He believes that if he works hard enough good things will come to him. Unfortunately, his definition of working hard differs from most.

History:

Filip Garo Dimislav was born on February 11, 1987 into the tremendously wealthy arms of Ariana and David Dimislav. A Bulgarian family turned Londoners, the Dimislav name was only recently becoming well known as a result of David’s success. David co-owned a broom shop, though it was not this that David depended on as his main income. In fact, David alongside a few other naughty men was running a drug business, and an extremely successful one at that. Methamphetamine was the drug of choice and it made David and his partners extremely wealthy in an extremely short amount of time. Chalking it up to his need to survive and provide, David would never quite admit any wrong-doing on his part.

Of course, Ariana and their young son never even had a clue of the secret family business. Ariana was primarily too stupid to put the pieces together and though Flip might’ve figured it out with time, he never had any real reasons to be suspicious as a child. As far as mother and child were concerned, David was a good businessman and the broom business was simply booming. Ariana and David were loving parents, though Flip always felt that he came second to his father’s money-making business, as he was always too absorbed in work to pay his son much attention. In attempts to make up for his absences, David showered Filip with almost any material object he could possibly want. The love and care part was taken care of by Ariana, who truly did love her son.

At age 11, the Hogwarts letter arrived. It was a very exciting time for the Dimislav family, for Ariana and David both had attended Durmstrang for their schooling. After going shopping and making sure that Flip was stocked with the finest of robes, supplies, and an expensive owl, the boy headed away from home for the first time. Filip was made a Slytherin and quickly forced his way to the top after a few notorious fist fights that got his name spread quickly. Filip’s Bulgarian named was shortened to “Flip” by his friends and soon enough the boy had secured himself a good group to hang around with.

Actual learning came second. Flip moved along slowly, often getting Ravenclaws to do his work for him through either monetary payment or physical threats. Flip lost his share of points for Slytherin and earned a great deal of detentions, but they did not particularly teach him any lessons. Hard-headed, through and through. When Flip tried out for the Quidditch team as a Chaser in his second year and did not make it, he immediately owled his father (sixteen times) and found that within the week a position had opened up for him. Flip was never very good, but nobody dared tell him that and in his seventh year, he was made captain. Girls came easily, though Flip did have his heart-broken once, by a girl whose name has never escaped his thoughts, one who finally played the player and turned him sour towards women permanently.

When Flip was halfway through his seventh year, he received an owl that changed his life. He learned that his parents had been killed in a fire that had also burned half of his mansion down. Shocked and terrified, Flip spent the rest of the year walled off from society. He went through the motions, lost his friends, lost his will to live. His father had left him everything, though even that could not console him. He left the money in the bank upon graduation, only taking a very small amount out to rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron, where he would stay for the next four years of his life, making his way through various jobs that never really got him anywhere.

Now, he continues to simply move along. Flip takes one day at a time, but he’s recently become restless and eager to face life as a stronger man.

What is your occupation? How do you go about it?
How did you get your current occupation?
How does your past and abilities justify your current skills?:

Unemployed currently. He gets his odd jobs mostly by begging or paying his potential employers large sums of money if they’ll “just give him a chance”. Most of it costs him in the end as he never stays anywhere for very long.

Writing Sample:

Dish-washing was a new low. It was a matter of scraping unwanted food off the plates of the rich, scrubbing and scrubbing until it shone again so it could be re-used by another ungrateful little brat or big-time movie star. He supposed he was lucky to work in a restaurant where the more respectable sort tended to dine, but still, it was degrading. It was a job for some poor kid looking to make some extra bucks to stock up on the ganja. It occurred to him just then that he was that kid. With the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped his runny nose—the weather was turning to fall and with that came a new run of colds to be spread, spread even more easily to a man who washed the dishes and eating utensils of countless people each day.

It seemed that as he reached the end of the pile, it seemed to move slower, the food began to stick to the plate harder, as if reluctant to leave its companion. Flip looked around at the dirty floor and dead roaches in the corner. He then made a promise to himself that he would never again dine out. A promise he knew he would break before the thought was complete. Then, he laughed. It wasn’t a healthy laugh, more of a snort that was trying to be kept in but had succeeded in partially escaping. This analysis of his laugh made him laugh even more and pretty soon he was slipping to the floor slowly, leaning against the sink and laughing, laughing, laughing. Pure, heartfelt laughter that probably stemmed from some sort of insanity. Tears streamed down his face and soon enough the tears of laughter turned to tears of sorrow and Flip was crying. Crying because he had no parents, crying because he had a shitty job, crying because he was a waste of a human being, crying because no matter how hard he tried, his efforts were futile. Crying because he didn’t think he stood a chance.

“Got a problem, Mr. Dimislav?” came the cold voice of his boss, an elderly man who walked like he had six wands up his arse. The tone in the man’s voice was enough to finish Flip off and before he knew what was happening he had stood, gripped the old man’s hand and roughly pulled it out to him. He’d slapped the wet dishrag into the man’s wrinkled hand with such force that a clear sound was heard, and was walking out the door with a middle finger extended high into the air.

“I’m not a bloody house elf,” he was muttering to himself.

 And then louder, “I quit, if that wasn’t clear enough,” he shouted for good measure. He wouldn’t be surprised if the man was still standing there an hour later, for he’d later laugh at the look of pure shock on his boss—well now ex-boss’s face. And once again, Flip found himself unemployed.

Sum up your character in one paragraph:

Filip is a twenty-one year old who lost his parents and never quite got over it. He was babied all his life and the effects of it have now made themselves very clear. He’s arrogant and angry and very confused. For the past four years since his parents’ death he has gone ruefully through the motions and only recently is he beginning to make valid attempts at getting a hold of himself. It’s an uphill battle, but he’s almost ready to fight it.