Ambrosio Dimas
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| Born | 3 July 1981, 31 |
| City of Birth | Madrid, Spain |
| Blood status | Half-blood |
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| Species | Werewolf |
| Gender | male |
| Education | |
| School | Beauxbatons Academy |
| Class of | 1999 |
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Ambrosio is simply thus: a dark individual, only working for his personal gain, and a werewolf to top it off. Sure, he has his pleasures from time to time, but typically, he keeps to himself. A charming Spanish devil, he can generally get anyone to cater to him when he’s being a kind gentleman, but he rarely shows that side of himself.
History
Ambrosio Lope Dimas was born on the first weekend in July of 1981, where his biological parents were still on the edge of having the baby. His mother was a witch, and didn't want to raise her half-blooded son with a father who would outcast him, so she convinced him against having children. His mother swore she would have the child, but she would not keep it, and thus her husband agreed. So, upon Ambrosio’s birth, his parents took him to an orphanage, placed him upon the stoop, and took their leave, not to be seen nor heard from again.
He was raised since his birth in that orphanage, where he learned that no one really cared about him. First off, it wasn’t a wizarding orphanage, so when something weird happened, it always happened around him. Second, the orphanage patrons didn’t care whether the children got adopted or not, so the living conditions weren’t up to par. It was only until Ambrosio was around seven years old that things started to change. He was adopted by a Spanish man and a French woman by the last name of Prieto, who took the young boy to live with them in their small French home off the coast of Normandy.
His new ‘parents’ were also of the magical aura, and that is why they chose him. Alejandro Prieto and his wife, Analiese, were very kind to Ambrosio, whom they could tell was a dark child. They, too, weren’t exactly the kindest of wizarding folk, which pleased Ambrosio well, as they were a typical dark family. Alejandro worked for the French Ministry, which was corrupt in and of itself, and Analiese was the daughter of a previous Lord Voldemort follower whom had died in the previous war. She stayed at home with Ambrosio, teaching him things he hadn’t ever thought he’d learn, like spells and other wizarding tricks.
To no surprise, he received an invitation to Beauxbatons where he gladly accepted. At the school, under the eye of Olympe, he learned multiple inquiries of charms, potions, and his excelling subject, the dark arts. Well, for the school if was defensive magic, but for Ambrosio, it was a means of a career, of a life he’d not really expected to have, but one he knew he’d excel in and be great at. His years at the school were more a blur to him than anything, and once he completed the academia, he moved out on his own, ready to take his place in a handful of criminals.
His first thought was to go back to Spain, and erase the memory of the orphanage he was raised in, and he did just that. At the age of seventeen, Ambrosio apparated into the office of his former guardians, taking them both out with the killing curse of his wand. He refused to murder any of the children though, and left them there, where most of them decided to escape the building. Once the place was deserted, as it was by nightfall, Ambrosio torched the place, never to lay eyes on it again.
While on his expedition to Spain, still aged seventeen, he took refuge in an abandon shack in the mountains along the border of France and Spain. But little did he know, the small shelter was actually inhabited by a werewolf. Ambrosio was only in need of essentials, so seeing a sofa that is where he decided to sleep for the night. He wasn’t ready to leave Spain just yet, so it was really the only option he had. Unfortunately, though, it was during the cycle of the full moon, and the werewolf wasn’t too thrilled to see someone bunking in his home. Or, rather, he was overjoyed, for it was fresh meat, and with one bite to the Ambrosio’s lower hip, it was like a frenzy. Ambrosio awoke quickly, grabbing his wand, only to be scratched harshly on his lower back and thrown across the room. Getting up enough strength, he raised his wand at the charging wolf, shouted the killing curse, and watched it fall hard right to his feet. Ambrosio passed out then and there, and woke up to see his wounds clotted and a naked dead blonde woman on the floor. Since then, he has been a werewolf, which makes ten years to the day.
After the attack, he immediately apparated back to his adopted parents home, where they helped him and healed him. He told them he wouldn’t be staying and to not try and contact him. Understandably, they agreed and watched as he took his leave. He didn’t have much option, but he knew his life was going to alter, and he’d rather it be altered where it would benefit him. So at the age of eighteen, he packed his belongings and moved to London, where he figured it would be best to start over.
Now twenty-seven, he lives in a small flat in Knockturn Alley, and does criminal jobs for anyone who’ll hire him. He is not above murder, thievery, or basically anything. If the Ministry knows who he is, he’s done a fabulous job of avoiding them, because he has yet to be caught.
