Demyan Dzhamgerchinov

[DEMYAN DZHAMGERCHINOV]

About you
Name: Alexander
Age:
Gender: male
Length Roleplaying:
Other Character(s): Alexander Krum

About the Character
The Basics
Name: Demyan Dzhamgerchinov
Gender: male
Age: 19
Wand: willow, 12 inches, swan feather
Pet(s):
Which school did you attend? If Hogwarts, which house? Durmstrang Institute of Magic
Which Side of the War are they on? The dark lords, for his father is on the dark lords side and he trusts his father

In & Out
Celebrity: louis garrell
Appearance: tall, slender, dark hair and carved face
Personality: aggressive, galant, he is used to get what he wants
Fears: to die
Goals: to get Martini back and take revenge on Alexander Krum

History
Family: his father is the president of Bulgaria
Blood: pure
Other Important Information: He was dating Martini back in Durmstrang until Alexander came along, later he was brought into Nurmengard for something big, but I am still working on what that could have been, so pardon me.

[DEMYAN DZHAMGERCHINOV]

Demyan Dzhamgerchinov has always been a spoilt child. When he cried in his crib there were always maids there to attend to his needs; when he broke his toy as an infant, there was immediate replacement with two other, better things. When Demyan began at Durmstrang he got the better treatment, he could fail homework without getting marked down, he had a bigger room than the others and he never had to prove himself for his position as seeker on the Quidditch team.
After the age of fourteen he only had to snap with his fingers to get the girl he wanted, for he was, in addition to be the Bulgarian President’s son, good looking and generous. His friends were invited to lavish parties, expensive trips and received precious gifts, there was hardly anyone who could say no to Demyan.
The people that were not friends of Demyan Dzhamgerchinov were his enemies. They suffered in team activities, for they were never invited, driven out of the Quidditch team and suffered from malevolent pranks of Demyans friends.
It came naturally that Demyan only had friends after his first year at Durmstrang.

When he was sixteen the head of his school changed, suddenly there was a young man taking the lead, full of new ideas and changes he wanted to apply to the school. Demyan took a liking to the new way the school was run and promoted it among his friends and soon the school received good state funding and very good propaganda by the student’s parents.

The same year his attention was drawn towards a fourth year, dark haired, green eyed girl that had seemed to have bloomed over that summer. It was the first time he had noticed her although his friends said that she had always been around, although she hadn’t developed yet; they said she looked like a stick with big eyes. Now she had feminine curves, a beautiful smile and long hair, everything that attracted Demyan and he knew he had to have her.
The first time he spoke to her was a disaster. It had been before dinner that evening; he caught her on the way to their dining hall.
“Hang on!” he had said.
She had stopped and just looked at him, creasing her forehead.
“You have come to my attention…” Demyan had said, wondering why she wasn’t smiling at him, for that was the usual response he became, in addition to blushing. But she still just looked at him.
“Erm… Can I see you after dinner?” he had asked, now slightly confused. She had just looked at him and then walked on.
It had left him confused and strangely insecure. When he attended dinner that evening, he had caught her looking at him twice over the table, but still she didn’t say anything.

It took him another two months until she finally agreed to go out with him. By then he knew almost everything about her. Her name was Martini McNair, she was the daughter of Eremes McNair, a nationally known ship builder who had built the ship for his school, her mother was a nurse and she had two younger sisters of which one attended the same school as him. He had seen her once; she was two years younger than Martini, had brown hair and was very quiet, usually found in the middle of a group of many giggly girls. She was a brainy little girl but she couldn’t tell him anything about her sister, she just lost her ability to speak when Demyan tried to interrogate her.
Usually the procedure for girls that declined Demyan was the same: She was blacklisted, never looked at by the friends he had and mentally manipulated. But this time it was different. Martini didn’t directly send him away, she wasn’t like the other girls that said that they wouldn’t be pushed into a scheme, or that they were too good for him, or even that he wasn’t their type; Martini never said anything at all, just walked on. He saw it as a challenge, and soon figured out that is was one indeed.

On their first date Demyan tried to impress her. He had gotten the permission of his father to take Martini to a private dinner inside the Royal Palace, a place that was closed to the public ever since the President had overthrown the royal family, and that night it was opened for him and his date alone. The Grand Ballroom had been cleaned and polished, a table brought inside with a wonderful meal and two house elves that waited on them, and he had hired a violinist to make music while they ate.
She never showed that she was impressed and even refused to kiss him goodbye that evening, but she did agree to another date on which he took her flying on the Abraxan Madame Maxime had given the president for his birthday.
On their third date he took her dancing with him on a state ball and that was the evening she let him lead her into the gardens in which fairies were flying, lighting up the plants and flowers magically, and they shared their first kiss.

They were known as a couple from that on, Martini embraced into his group of friends and she soon knew everyone, rose to be as popular as he was and his father liked her. At the same time she advanced in school, due to her newly found skills within the new lessons; Demyan was playing with the thought of possibly considering her to be his wife someday when a new teacher was employed, a teacher that Karkaroff assigned to Martini personally and Demyan knew that his position in her life was threatened when she talked about him more excitedly after every private lesson she received.
On a Tuesday she ended her relationship with him. One month later she was with Alexander Krum and Demyan vowed to get her back…

It was the last time Demyan ever saw Martini. It was the day he tried to convince her to leave Krum for good, let go of his memory and return to him. It was towards the end of the year, and Martini and Krum had been the golden couple of the school, shown around, giving demonstrations of their power while Demyan grew more bitter and jealous every day, practising dark magic excessively, but never even coming close to the level that Krum was displaying, leaving Demyan more revengeful every day. But Krum had been caught killing a man and Demyan had convinced his father that he was dangerous for him, that Krum wanted to take away the presidency from him. His father believed his only son, one of the few people he trusted and had Krum thrown into Nurmengard and Demyan saw his chance to get Martini back.

One day he arranged for Martini to meet him in a town not too far away from where Durmstrang lay and he asked her to return to him. She declined and apologized, but this hurt Demyans pride and he demanded that she returned to him.
Martini declined once more and this time added that she had had true feelings for Demyan, but what she had with Krum was something that was far beyond what even ever could have been with Demyan. This was the last he could take and he drew his wand, ready to attack her, but he couldn’t, for he realized that he loved her.
He turned on the spot and marched to the town square that was only minutes from where Martini was standing, and in his jealous rage he began to torture the Muggles passing by, just to get rid of his anger; it made him feel better seeing the men, women and children twist and turn in pain with a slight movement of his wand. He didn’t know there were four wizards among them that didn’t dare use magic against their president’s son.
Soon the air was filled with screams, screams from strangers that reflected his own feelings, and he could hear people give up, turn limp, not dying but wishing to die, if they still had their sanity, when Demyan heard Martini scream at him that he should stop immediately. She was crying and glaring at him with disdain and hate, that it made him hate himself.
He laughed and told her he would stop if she left Krum, but she looked at him as if he were a disgusting bug that had to be squashed, then terrified, and then she looked sad when she turned around and freed three children from their misery by killing them. Demyan didn’t mind, they had stopped screaming several minutes ago, he knew that they had already been lost.
He laughed again and mocked her that she wouldn’t be able to kill all people on the square, but she just said that if he didn’t stop torturing them she would have no other choice.
He didn’t see Martini close her eyes and the tears running down her cheeks, but waited for her to finally agree to be with him.
She didn’t.

After several more minutes the area went quiet and only limp, silent and occasionally twitching bodies were lying around and Demyan was disgusted by the sight. He turned to Martini and blamed her for it. He turned to her, glared at her hatefully and left. The people’s minds were gone and there was no satisfaction they could give him anymore. He left the scene.
Martini stayed and finished what he had begun. It took the rest of her innocence and would haunt her for the rest of her days.
One day later the Magical Law Enforcers took him to Nurmengard, sentenced to a life’s sentence in prison for the killings of seventeen people, four wizards and thirteen Muggles, among them five children. Demyan smiled wildly when he was taken, he had never thought she were capable of such an act, but he had been mistaken. When they interrogated him in court he took the blame and was brought to Nurmengard, knowing it would only be a matter of time until his father would bribe him free. The Muggle killings were minor, the Dark Lord would be thankful for them, as for the wizards, one word to his father and their families would swear with their lives that they did not support the Dark Lord.

Demyan was a free man two years later and there were two people he was looking for.

[DEMYAN DZHAMGERCHINOV]