ZOLNEROWICH, dimitri mikhail

[Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich]

Nickname: Bianca
How You Found Us: MM
Contact Via: PM

What can be found in a name:
Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich
When the day I was born:
21-12-1947 (he's about to turn 27)
The Angels screamed:
Nikita and Miraise (née: LeFurgey) Zolnerowich
And Hell shut its doors:
None. [Probably.]
While creatures retreated:
A kitten: Sappho
To depths unknown:
Pureblood, but rejects this.

I hide from them:
At home. With a book. And his cat. And tea. Ta.
Be who they want to see:
Dim's hair is jetblack and reaches to just behind his ears. Apart from that, there's not much modelling there. His eyes are a darkgreen which he inherited from his father, they're very attentive (and, sometimes, hid behind his reading glasses) and can say more than words can, but usually, they're pleasant and smiling. Dim always smiles, sometimes (when he's having a bad day), so much that it's almost unnatural.
Dimitri stands rather tall at six feet something and along with his dedication to his work (read: his forgetfulness concerning meals) and the lack of sweettooth his built is rather willowy. Dimitri doesn't look very out of the ordinary when you first see him. A bit darkish due to his hair and clothing preferences, but even these days that doesn't have to mean anything - there are several wizards that are fond of black, aren't there? Dim feels comfortable in it because he dislikes standing out. You'll never see him bright colours. The most colourful he gets is black with either aubergine, dark green or (on rare occasions) bordeaux red.
As said, he dislikes standing out, but he's tall, so Dimitri's usually posture is slightly hunched with his back bend and his shoulders turned inward a little. It's a little as though he's afraid to expose his chest. When walking from place to place and when he's not in the mood to face anyone, he usually has his face stuck to a book.
However, Dimitri is not a gloomy fellow. He's pleasant to be around, even though he won't be the center of attention if he can help it. He'll greet you with a genuine smile and generally breathes an air of pleasantness and calm - though along with the ever present undertone that he does not want to be anything more than the wallflower he usually is.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Dim, well.. He's just a sweetheart, really. Despite having trouble socialising a lot, he's learning and cares for people a lot (hence his job). He'll always make time for them, help them, explain it again, plan extra sessions for them to listen to them.. Infinite patience, that guy.
Dimitri does this for the patients, but also for himself - it makes him feel better and as if he eventually did succeed building a decent life. Ofcourse he didn't. (Not really.) He still lives alone in a house which is too big for him and rarely goes out with friends, simply because he has only few. Well.. almost none. Okay, one. But he’s usually away on business.
Dimitri is this nice because he hates to be judged. Whenever people find out he’s a pureblooded young man with a talent for the dark arts, they pull away from him and he hates it. He is almost sickeningly sweet just because he so desperately wants to be liked. Too bad social things aren’t his forte once he stops being a counsellor and tries to socialise. He is very insecure about a lot of social situations and when he encounters one, he's very likely to turn to what he knows best - being on his own. Pulling back, retreating. He's the kind of person who enjoys life (don't get me wrong, he's not depressed or anything), but he does so on his own. He's a bit of a loner. It's in his nature. (And also, his parents bumped his self esteem a fair bit.)
He likes children a lot, because they're so spontaneous and honest. Not like adults with their gossip and conspiracies. (He's thinking of adopting a kid from one of the teenage mom's he's counselling at the moment.) The other things that generally cheer him up are cooking, tea and good books. Yes, all things you usually do by yourself.
This soulless being:
+ Latin
+ Poetry
+ Autumn
+ Good books
+ Helping people
+ Children
+ Music, though he's incapable of actually producing it
+ Fairytales
+ Sunlight - ironic?
+ Tea
+ Being far away from his family
+ Cooking
+ Sappho
Is just as lost:
- Being less of a socialite than he'd want to be
- Cold >.>
- Things he doesn't know how to handle (e.g. intimate physical contact..)
- Dirrrrty house
- Lonely evenings
- His family
- People labelling him as 'goth'
- Having an unwanted talent for the DA
- The colour orange
- Cold tea ;-;
As everyone else:
+ Really good cook
+ Intelligent
+ Pretty good with kids, because he feels he can behave more freely in front of them, thinking they're less judgemental
+ Very good at sympathising without losing his sense of logic and just getting lost in emotions, that's why he's good at his job
+ Herbology
+ Dark Arts, even though he ignores it
In a world that knows only hate:
- Only able to function really properly in situations he is used to, he dislikes unfamiliar scenes a lot and doesn't know how to behave when one occurs (too intelligent to be truly social)
- Can't stand it when his things are disorganised (and, in the same category: when his house is dirty)
- Flying. Dimitri is afraid of heights, actually.
- Very picky eater. Tends to forget about eating a little as well, when he's absorbed by his work.
- He wants to please everybody in some sort of sickeningly strong urge to be liked and useful.
- Is easily deceived and then easily hurt.
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
* He hasn't spoken to his parents in almost ten years and has no pictures of them in the house whatsoever, usually he tells people they died in a carcrash (which is almost hylarious, his parents didn't even know what a car was, let alone had one).
* He's not really sure if he's completely straight.. Hmz.
Some random Dim-facts!
* He's a social counsellor at St. Mungo's
* His wand is made of cherry wood with a core of amber
* His patronus is a turtle
* Had he gone to Hogwarts, he would've been sorted into Ravenclaw, probably
* His amortentia is tea, autumn leaves, the smell of viola-music if it would be a scent
* When Dim's around people a lot, he needs some time for himself to clear his head because he's not used to the fuss
* He sings in the shower and he sucks at it big time
* Dimitri owns a diary and faithfully writes in it.. in phonetic script, so no one else can read it (or something..)
* There's nothing he hates more than failing
* Not being a native speaker of English, Dim likes fancy words like 'innuendo' and 'sesquipedelian'
* He always reads multiple books, never focussing on one alltogether

They left me to die:
French, pureblood and particularly fiery and vicious. [No family members I have to discuss, as Dimitri is in no way connected to them, any longer, but it seems appropriate to at least describe his family a little]
On a bed of roses:
Russian, pureblood and sly in doing their things, in opposition to his mother's side who's more into open vindication and making things as humiliating as possible.
Blood seeping through:
His family is a nasty, pureblood, death eater-ish family and he hates it.
The satin sheets of fame:
Filthy rich, obviously.
What a bitter story of love:
Well, Dim.. how to start. The marriage between his father (Russian) and his mother (Française) was a typical pureblooded marriage. The only reason his father married a French woman, was because the family thought it best to try and avoid any more incestuous weddings - for once.
They seemed to have succeeded. Young Dimitri proved to be a genious for his age and to be honest, I don't really know how many grades he skipped, but he was already done with his entire studies and all at the age of nineteen. He was offered a post at his school, yet he declined because he didn't want to teach the subject his school was famous for and which he showed incredible talent for: Dark Arts. His parents had send him to a school which excelled in teaching Dark Arts on purpose and though Dimitri graduated at the top of his class, magna cum laude, he then disappointed his family by ignoring his talent completely and studying on for a job in the social and healing sector. His parents (nor the rest of his family) were not amused and just to escape them (and finish his studies in peace), Dimitri decided to migrate. As his mother was French, France was out of the question and the only other language he had mastered well enough next to Russian and French was English, so he travelled to Great Britain to try and find a place to live there.
After several applications, he managed to find himself a job (and keep it) at St. Mungo's as a counsellor for the patients there. Dimitri very much enjoys his job - he likes helping people and doing the exact opposite of what his family would do. Helping people out is his way of feeling rewarded and accepted in normal, non-death-eater society and is an extra way of defying his heritage.

Concerning Romance: since he's been living in Scotland, he's had two brief relationships. The first was with a muggle single-mom and professional chello-player named Emilie who had a daughter named Brittany. As Dimitri loves children, he didn't mind at all that Brit tagged along with the woman that had managed to ensnare him (yes, not the other way around). He even bought a bigger house than his two-room appartment he used to live in, so Britt could have a proper bedroom and everything. Unfortunately, maybe Emilie grew bored of the scenery or decided Dimitri had done enough as a babysitter. Either way: she just left without a word, very much breaking Dimitri's heart. Dim was just left with a picture (a muggle, motionless picture) and the question why she had suddenly disappeared. At first, he thought that maybe death eaters were behind it, as he had, after all, a distinguished talent concerning the dark arts; but then again they had never approached him before. Nowadays, he thinks maybe Emily found out he was a wizard (or just found some of his wizard-stuff) and decided he was insane and moved out or something. Whatever the reason, it left Dim rather devastated.
The second woman - or should I say girl? - of his brief love-life was called Jayney. She came to his office for councelling because she felt she had powers she could not control. Eventually, Dimitri tried very hard to help her and not to fall in love with her (as she was only seventeen..) but failed miserably. Jayney even lived at his place for a while, though announced she would leave him after several weeks. Jayney had hoped to find a partner in Dimitri in another sense of the word, as she had plans to be recruited by Voldemort and had thought Dimitri had more than enough talent to join her in joining him. Too bad for her that Dim doesn't like anything dark except for his clothes and his coffee. As Dimitri has a conscious, he turned her in at the ministry, because he knew that was best, but this was ofcourse not an easy task.

After all this drama, the past year has been fairly calm for him. Of course, St. Mungo's is filled with patients which ended up there due to Voldemort and there's more than enough things to worry about, but Dim seems to make a fair living and is glad that, apparently, Jayney never told the death eaters his name. At least, they have not contacted him, so that's a blessing indeed.
As things are going rather well, financially too, Dim is considering to adopt the child one of his patients is now carrying. She's a sixteen-year-old mother and the father seems to have disappeared after the one night stand anyhow. She had no intentions of keeping it, but was too late to have the pregnancy aborted, so Dimitri is trying to arrange that he can take care of the child in stead of her. The hospital is currently researching his ability to raise children. His dark background works against him, but then again, his chosen path in life and the fact he turned in a death eater-to-be is certainly working in his favour.
Let's hope life stays as pleasant as it is now.

Placing his teacup to the side, Dimitri organised his files for that morning. He first had his round on the children's ward, then individual counselling until lunch, adult rounds in the afternoon and then more filing and paperwork until at least five. Looking at the neatly organised piles of paper on his desk, Dimitri sipped his tea and smiled to himself. He loved his job. His weekends were usually pools of solitude and paperwork (if he hadn't finished it during the week already) and starting off his Monday with a round along the childrens' ward was, in his opinion, the best day to start the week.
Ofcourse, there were also alarming things going on. Such as the fact that the childrens' ward was expanding rapidly with children which had lost their parents or had gotten hurt in other terrible ways. Ofcourse, this was no good sign, but if he was able to help them and make them believe in life again... there was no better reward for Dimitri.
Finishing his tea in a bit of a hurry - he almost felt his throat blister - but paid no attention. He could hardly be bothered by a burned tongue when there was work to be done. After quickly glancing over the files again to assure they were all there, he slipped them into his bag, left his office and ran up the three stairs to the childrens' ward. His first patient was a little boy called Jeremy who'd almost been shocked into oblivion when his older sister had died in a rather disturbing 'accident'. To his relief, the boy looked up as he entered, which was great progress, as the child had not even looked at him a week before.
"Good morning, Jeremy." Dimitri smiled a little as he sat down on the chair next to the bed. The young boy mimicked his smile; it was weaker than his own, but it was there. "Are you going to tell me a story again mister Dimitri?" The counsellor smiled a bit wider and nodded. "I will, I will. But how about you tell me what you dreamt tonight first?"

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[.going down in flames.]