Post by Sascha Borchard on Jul 12, 2011 9:09:41 GMT 1
Alias: Bianca
Other Characters: Dimitri, Remus, Nessa, Waldemar
Other Characters: Dimitri, Remus, Nessa, Waldemar
SASCHA --Michael --BORCHARD
||thirty-nine||teacher||straight presumably||
||blue-greyish||ashblonde||143 lbs||5'6"||
||precise||intelligent||perseverance||cooking||more athletic than he looks||
||smokes||brusque||zero tolerance||
||thirty-nine||teacher||straight presumably||
||blue-greyish||ashblonde||143 lbs||5'6"||
||precise||intelligent||perseverance||cooking||more athletic than he looks||
||smokes||brusque||zero tolerance||
Let me tell you, a little something about myself[/color]
Sascha was born in 1938 in Germany (in the Schwarzwalder area) in a pureblood family and was raised in that same, pureblood way I'm sure you're all familiar with. He was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed German delight. Quite the Übermensch, if you'll forgive the expression.
From a young age, there was the pressure of having to show talent (which he luckily did) and when he was old enough he was send to Durmstrang in Scandinavia. It would be a lie to say he was the top of his class, because he wasn't. Sascha was certainly talented, but by no means a genius. He worked systematically and precise, however, and combined with the talent he possessed he did well enough to appease his parents.
His upbringing had created this precision and discipline, it was in fact near military, and is something Sascha would never be able to shake off again - even though he lost his parents when he was only seventeen. How do you ask? Well.. During world war II he had been too young to understand what was going on, as he was between the ages of two and seven at the time. Even now, he doesn't know the full story, but I do, so I'll tell you. Although by 1940 Tom Riddle's sentiments were not by far widespread as Germany, Sascha's parents unknowingly shared his view. Muggles and muggleborns were rubbish, a danger to the genepool, and they were best eliminated. What better excuse than a war? Chaos everywhere, people disappearing occasionally - it wasn't very difficult to purify the area, was it? The Gestapo was all too happy to help, anyway. Sascha mainly remembers strange people in the house, laughing and cigar smoke, 'uncles' he didn't know and never saw again. He had no reason to doubt his parents, either. He was a young boy and his parents were, well - his parents! When he was a little older, he realised it had been a bit of a strange period in time, but the war had been chaotic, after all, and he had no reason to doubt his family.
The year he was to graduate from Durmstrang, things started to come out, however. A torn German wizard community was out for the blood of those who'd spilled theirs and in the spring of 1955 Sascha received a letter at school that he was to come home for the funeral at once. His parents had been brutally murdered by an angry mob of halfblood and muggleborn wizards. If Sascha was at all sad, he didn't show it much. He was mostly angry. Who did those disgusted people think they were, anyway? He went home at once, under the pretence of going to the funeral and arranging the inheritance and everything. Sascha did just that, but it wasn't the only thing he did. Of couse, his anger had been stewing for a while, but at coming home, finding his family's Herrenhouse destroyed made something snap inside of him.
He made sure that the Borchard funeral was in high profile, advertised in muggle and wizarding newspapers, hoping to attract as much attention as he could (against the advice of his parent's notaries), hoping to draw out the murderers of his parents - to finish the job, perhaps. Luckily and unluckily for him - it worked. The emotions of those who had felt wronged enough to kill were still high and boiling with hot anger and revenge (as you know) is the best revenge. Why not make a funeral into another death - it seemed only natural, seemed only justice. Little did they know that Sascha had been reading up on spells for killing and maiming. Even though he was on his own, he managed to kill most of them, maim a lot of them, and only a few came away unscathed. It was a bloody funeral indeed.
Sascha ran. He had not quite come away without injury, either, and had been hit by a spell that damaged his nervous system, the results of which he feels to this day, as his hands tend to shake and it makes his fingers loose their grip. It's a sign of weakness he cannot stand and which, in turn, makes him very angry with himself - and the murderers of his parents.
Either way, at this point in time, Sascha just ran. Giving the notaries the orders to board up the house but not sell it under any circumstance, he left. He'd be wanted for murder, after all, in broad daylight, nonetheless! He went back to school briefly, but only to pass his finals and graduate at an insane speed, before leaving in a rush, not even staying for the feast after the graduation ceremony. Times were still irregular and strange - if he could disappear for a bit now, they would not find him, he thought.
Little did he know that the authorities weren't trying to find him. There was more important drama going on than a teenage boy killing the murderers of his parents out of revenge - the war had carved deeper scars than that!
For the next twenty years or so, Sascha travelled and settled and travelled again. He never really found a good reason to stay or sometimes he got in a fight with one of his colleagues or flatmates causing him to move. He got by, he was doing okay, even had a few jobs that were actually fun at some point. Not all of his jobs were all that legal, though.
He came to the UK when he was thirty. Some people like to speculate that he did so to join the Dark Lord. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, Sascha does not attempt to prove or disprove any speculation of the kind, I'm afraid. What I can say he did do, well, was rather illegal. Smuggling of magical artefacts and the like. In fact, he would visit magical households in the summer, presenting himself as a tutor for the children. Nothing would be less true, however. In fact, he would teach the underaged witches and wizards how to apparate, take them on a 'test' to some place, let's say Bulgaria for instance, and then 'test' them again to see if they could also apparate while carrying magical artifacts. Very illegal indeed (but very profitable).
Of course, they got him in the end. Sascha is smart, but he can't outwit the Ministry, really. For a punishment? Well, I think they might've come up with something worse than Azkaban, in a way. Sascha was to replace the old apparition teacher at Hogwarts (who had splinched himself to pieces while disapparating during a violent sneezing fit due to hay fever). After all, if he 'wanted to teach children so badly' (Sascha's explanation to the Magical Law Inforcement), he wouldn't mind, would he? Besides, they were pretty sure Sascha wouldn't pose any kind of threat under Dumbles' watchful eye.
So there we have it. Sascha Borchard, unwilling teacher with a nerve defect (which he calms by smoking obscenely). He is critical, brusque, and does not accept failure, so be sure to keep your cool in his class.
And then, of course, there's still the question if he was really just a 'harmless' smuggler or a Death Eater. Only time will tell, I suppose.
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