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Character;

Character: Gellert Grindelwald
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character age: 16
Residence: Manhattan, West Village (rooming with Albus Dumbledore)
Occupation: Librarian at Columbia / Tutors in German
If [student], then specify school: Columbia University

Reserved Character? Yes


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History;

Canon or AU? AR

Supernatural powers? ... yes. To make a long story short, he's basically Albus but one notch lower and a specialty in Dark Arts aside from Fire affinity. While Gellert was a force to be reckoned with only bested by Albus Dumbledore, he was still bested by Albus. Between the two of them, Albus will win most throwdowns if they ever occur. They have also had time to spend together, so Gellert has not wanted for his lack of schooling or being 'behind' compared to Albus, he's a master of wandless/wordless magic, patronus messaging - not the best at Occlumency/Legilimency though he does have a fondness for Alchemy (he was looking for the Deathly Hallows, you know the idea of the Philosopher's Stone would have appealed to him). At his school before he was expelled he was duelling champion, and he has what could be called a natural affinity for the Dark Arts. If someone would frown at him even knowing it, chances are he's done it, and is very, very good. The one exception to this is the killing curse - he knows it backwards and forwards in theory but has not had reason to practice it yet. He has however memorized and mastered the other two already - something he has seen fit to not inform Albus of, as it is not something that Gellert is terribly proud of, though he does see it as necessary.
Wikipedia [or other] link to Canon Information: Wikipedia HP Wiki HP Lexicon

Anything else we should know? As if it isn't obvious, Gellert is one giant spoiler for the whole damn series. Gellert still has all the potential to be what he will later become, but he hasn't burned that bridge so he isn't yet what is affectionately called "Wizard Hitler". German is his first language, English is his second. When he speaks he'll have an accent but he does not write with it, he'll just use German words from time to time. Usually curses.

Since Gellert's canon history starts with "He was born in 1883 and expelled the year Albus graduated due to Dark Arts related dickery", a lot of his childhood and family life is extrapolation and guesswork on my part.

In-Game Backstory: Born in 1883 to the pureblooded Grindelwald family, for six years Gellert had what would constitute a normal wizarding upbringing. At six, everything changed. Gellert's father walked out - the marriage had been a loveless one and it was only a surprise to Gellert when his father was suddenly no longer around. That year marked when his stability of home began to decay. For the following years until he was accepted into Durmstrang, his mother did the best she can as a single mother in the late 1800's - it wasn't any easier for wizards than it was for muggles. She lived off her inheritance and the two moved to the quiet German countryside, nearby a wizard community but still separate from it. Even then the gossip followed - Ms. Grindelwald couldn't keep her husband. Gellert almost turned down going to school in favor of not leaving his mother alone, but she insisted. At Durmstrang he learned discipline, as all students did. Wake up, morning exercises, and breakfast all before sunrise, Life on a system. It was... easy, in that sense. Every moment of every day being told how to think and what to do and where to go and who to be. Very little time was left for actual decision-making.

It was perhaps Geller's maintaining of independent thought that set him apart from his peers. His genius did not remain a secret, he was the top of every class, the leader of every project he was put on and those he argued his way into. Even with the strict regimented behavior, Gellert remained creative in his thinking. His peers falling into the designated boxes assigned to them rather... lowered Gellert's opinion of them, leading his studies elsewhere, towards the more eclectic. If mainstream society thinks it is bullshit, it's probably golden. he reasoned. It was that sardonic view of the mindset of what was modern wizarding society that lead him to his research on the Deathly Hallows as real. At first, childhood entertainment to set him apart, he himself thought the seekers of the Hallows were windmill chasers on fools errands. It was only with deeper research that he stumbled upon the find of a century - something that worked as real evidence that the Peverell brothers really had existed. Childhood fancy turned to real curiosity, turned to burning passion. By his fifth year it was his crusade. The Hallows were his holy grail and he was on a quest.

This was also to distract himself from his home life. At the time no one knew what was wrong with Ms. Grindelwald. Gossip suggested that she was going mad from the loss of her husband. Alzheimer's disease, let alone early onset of it, would not be recognized until 1906. All Gellert knew was that every summer and holiday he went home, his mother recognized him less and less until it was decided by his mother's parents and siblings that it would be best that he stay at Durmstrang for those times. No doubt it was too painful for her child to deal with the fact that many days she did not remember him.

For whatever his reasons, be it escape from his painful home life or desire for superiority over other students, Gellert also took an interest in the Dark Arts and their relations to the Deathy Hallows. While the interest in the Hallows was thought of as ultimately benign if childish and something to grow out of by graduation, Durmstrang had little tolerance for such a severe and stubborn fascination with the Dark Arts as Gellert had. Desire for knowledge was one thing, desire to use that knowledge was another. After several students were injured a blind eye could not be turned despite Grindelwald's genius any longer and he was expelled from the only home he had left. Before he vacated, he marked the hall with the sign of the Deathly Hallows, a signature to show that he was destined for great things and that Durmstrang was just the beginning.

Not all glorious reigns begin so easily, though. Gellert was still a young wizard without a home. He could not live with his mother and her sisters. The family was in enough of an uproar over his expulsion (This is what happens without a father.), the fact that he had nowhere to go just added insult to injury. Among the kindhearted family members that offered to look after him, Gellert remembered that his great aunt Bathilda lived in Godrick's Hollow, the place where Ignotus Peverell was said to be buried. Packing up his bags and sending out an owl at once, Gellert made his way to England.

It was on his first day there that he had the meeting that would forever change his life, with Albus Dumbledore. The two became fast friends, both finding much-needed intelligent companionship with one another. Gellert pushed Albus past what the other would normally do - not with the intention to use him or turn him 'dark side', but because he felt Albus's talents were as wasted in Godric's Hollow as Gellert's were in Durmstrang. There was no way he could remain there and live up to his full potential. And besides, had they lived happily ever after in a contented country life, there would be no story.

The tragic end comes later, though. For Gellert, it is summer of 1899, and he has the bestest of friend anyone could ever ask for.


Presentation;

Third Person Sample: It should not have happened that way.

Something had been messed up, they didn't correctly account for the change in trajectory with the living bodies in the room. It must have sought magically inclined life, which is why it had backfired onto Albus, as Gellert found with some testing, some dissecting. The question was where had Albus gone? It had been more than a week and his brother was getting on Gellert's last nerve. If Aberforth makes one more crass comment I swear on Merlin's beard I will Crucio him. Gellert thought through gritted teeth, muttering out "Zum Donnerwetter!" over and over like it was an incantation. He had barely slept after Albus's departure, flipping back and forth between every ancient tome he could find to make sure, to find a way. Where could Albus be? He couldn't do this alone, his search for the Hallows. He needed a partner for it, and Albus was arguably better than Gellert. And, not that Gellert would ever admit it, he needed Albus than for more than just a research partner - Albus was his only friend and Gellert was loathe to lose him.

"GRINDELWALD!" came the bellowing call of the other Dumbledore son from somewhere down the street. Gellert's head shot up and he peered out of his window, hearing all the way from his room in Bathilda's Aberforth's demands to know what the hell he was doing.

"Das geht dich einen feuchten Dreck an!" he whispered harshly, mostly to himself, slipping back into German with his anger at the whole situation. Gellert did not get upset, or sad, he got angry. Anger fueled his drive. Anger and lack of sleep, and he thought he had it figured out. With Aberforth approaching the house and his own demise if Gellert had to deal with him for one more minute, there was no time like the present to find out. Shoving furniture out of the way and tossing what was required for the spell around with only minimum amounts of care at where they went, Gellert made his second full attempt at the spell just as he heard the banging on the front door.

A raise of the wand, a flick of the wrist, and this time a silent prayer to whatever gods there may be.

"Tempus neminem manet!"

It felt like his feet just dropped out from under him as he watched the whole world blow away like sand. Like he was inside of a time turner and it had just been spun, the grains pulling back and reshuffling to reform a moment later.

A verdant green park, no one else around except there were sounds everywhere. The noise was almost unbearable. Sirens, horns, barking of dogs. Gellert stumbled, trying to orient himself in his strange surroundings but the sun was bright and high and blotted out any possibility to locate himself by the stars. So disoriented he was, he didn't notice the sign until he bumped right into it, his skull making an unpleasant sound against the hollow metal of the post. Letting out another string of German curses, the blonde rubbed at the back of his head as he looked up.

The sign was in English, and it took him a moment after being so immersed in Latin for the last week to figure it out.

"Central ... Park?"

Where and when in God's - or in this case perhaps The Devil's - name was he?


Questions;


Set I.

Who or what, if anything, would you die for? That is... a curious question. And a difficult one. I suppose that's why it was asked, though. There's no point if it doesn't make you think. Its easier to answer why one would kill, after all, there are pleanty of lives for the taking but when you get down to it, only one for the giving. It is also a question of commitment to a cause - whatever the fruits of your labor are, you will not be around to enjoy them. You cannot die for power. And so, knowing this, I would unquestioningly lay down my life for the promise of a better world. One where girls like Albus's sister would not have to hide - would not be so hurt in the first place.

If you could save any historical figure from their untimely death, who would it be? Albus's mother, so that we wouldn't have to deal with Aberforth getting in the way all the damn time. If that's not good enough, Ignotus Peverell. I suppose his death was not an 'untimely' one, but I would like to speak with him, to ask him about his life and the Hallows. What they were truly like, what is fact and what is fiction, and where they may be now. ... ... ... What, did you expect me to say 'Hitler'? Mein Gott, I don't know where this historical association between the two of us comes from - The only reason I'd save him would be to Crucio him to madness myself. Then again, his existence did help me - it just further proves my point that muggles cannot be expected to take care of themselves and each other. For God's sake, look what happened. If that does not speak for itself I don't know what does.

If you could kill any living person in the world, who would you kill? That cowardly attention-seeking Asylbetrüger copy-cat Glatzen freak of nature, Voldemort. THAT WAS MY PLACE IN THE HISTORY BOOKS, YOU DER DRECKSACK! ... Not that I'm particularly inclined towards the future that is apparently waiting for me, but if I'm going to commit all those 'crimes against humanity' I want the recognition for it.

If you were stranded on an island and could only take one thing, what would it be? My wand, so I could get off of it. Obviously.

What is your biggest pet peeve? People that do not properly take care of books. People that do not respect their betters. People who steadfastly refuse to learn. Also people without a sense of humor.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Would it surprise you to find that I do? I do not believe in chance - Chance is the Angel of Destruction, as a wise muggle once wrote. Destiny, true potential, exists within all of us just waiting to come to fruition and I believe that love is part of that. Love can inspire so many great triumphs and harrowing downfalls, there is no way it could not be both divine and infernal at the same time, and in that sense already pre-determined. Certain people are just better with one another - you can't say you've never felt it. That instant spark, the knowledge that this relationship would change you forever. History is filled with such companionship. Rare is it, perhaps, that one finds their soul mate, but it is something entirely possible none the less. I say this not as idealistic belief but as fact.

If you were on the Titanic and there was only room for one person on your lifeboat, would you save your mother or your best friend? ASSUMING that somehow our magic was malfunctioning and we needed lifeboats - My best friend. You may think me heartless but my reasoning is sound. I love her, and I am grateful for her raising me and taking care of me as best she did, but her life is long since past its prime while Albus still has much time and much potential before him. For the good of the world, Albus is the only choice. That and... I admit, now that I have finally found someone who works so well with me, I fear I will never find another who could even come close to holding a candle to Albus. I do not let go of such things lightly.


Set II.

Describe the worst thing you’ve ever done.
I want the records to state that knowing this, recognizing it is the worst thing that I have done, I am still not sorry. I have hurt others, for reasons that were perhaps not the best. Other students at Durmstrang. Pure or noble or not, however, I did have reasons. The bastards had the gall to laugh at me, to claim my theories were bunk, to call me Durmstrang's Don Quixote. At the risk of sounding like a power-hungry once bullied child, who is laughing now? They had it coming. In some way or another, they had it coming. I hexed them, well, a bit more than just hexed. The 'unforgivable curses' were no so unforgivable, it seems. Or perhaps the school just didn't want to admit that one of their students had mastered the ability to cause mind-numbing pain when he took matters into his own hands.
I may have cursed them with pain, and yes it was the worst action I have ever committed in my life. But that doesn't change the fact that they deserved it. The world is full of such uncomfortable truths, best to start getting used to them.

Describe the most difficult experience you have ever had to deal with.
Even feeling like they got what they had coming, the self-righteous fury I had when I felt Durmstrang had faded by the time I returned to the Rhineland. It would be so easy to just keep moving, and so I did, keeping in correspondence with my family by owl while I moved around Europe and some of Asia. I had blessedly been expelled near the beginning of summer, so there were less questions about why a not-yet adult wizard was not in school. They didn't expel lightly, after all. I only had a few months before I would be a social pariah. While I am loathe to admit it, those were perhaps the darkest times for me, sitting alone in an inn room I managed to get for cheap, laying awake at night and staring at the ceiling, wondering what I would - what I could do when September finally returned. There were other countries, but I did not want to leave Europe, it was where my destiny lay. Pondering, staring at the ceiling and waiting for the owls to come. Even now, I hate that. The feeling of isolation. It upsets me like nothing else, a secret I have every intention of taking with myself to the grave.

Describe how you met your best friend.
(Well, there is this, but since SOMEONE posted that already I guess I'll try to expand a little bit.)
I had gone to Godric's Hollow looking for clues for the Hallows. I didn't expect to find any companionship, for goodness's sakes it's where my Great Aunt lives, and she is not the first thing you think of when you think 'intellectual companionship', even if her information-gathering skills are like that of a bloodhound. Days start early in Durmstrang, so I had set off early in the morning to meet with her at her old home. I thought I would be able to find it again since I had been there once before, how large could one small community be? Also I had quite enough of the presence of my family and didn't favor the thought of an 'escort'.

Turned out I was quite wrong, and nothing looked familiar aside from the dimmest of memories of attempting to climb a tree. Ironic, then, that the first soul I saw would be under a tree (whether it was the same one or not I do not know - there would be a certain literary symmetry if it was) reading a book. He didn't look more than my age, but I had precious little in common with my supposed peers anyway so I gave it little thought at first, thinking only to ask direction and then move on. It was after I called out to him and gained his attention that he gained mine, truly. The book he had was a theoretical text on transfiguration, one that I had been wanting to read but had not yet been translated and easily findable in Bulgaria. That sparked conversation - every word that came out of Albus's mouth intrigued me. As I stated before - I do not believe in chance. That meeting had to have been fated. I have no doubt in my mind of this. We were meant to be.

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