Dante Raphaël Yaxley

Backstory

Born of the Yaxley family meant two things; one, you were powerful, and two, your only duty is to blood. Dante's birth proved that expectations are meant to be abandoned. He was a weak child at the beginning, the cries of his mother weeping and pleading to all the powers above still etched in his mind. Magic was - of course - in his veins, but it was destined that he would be weak. due to this, he spent the first eleven years of his life studying meticulously about magical theory and its applications to sate his parents desire for strength. What was food when compared to knowledge? What was water when compared the power Dante could gain from ancient tomes and researched findings?

At eleven, when his magical abilities first manifested within the small boy, he wasted no time giggling about it and went to the valleys of countryside France to perfect what little skills he could before he left for the long journey to the magic academy of Koldovstoretz in Russia. It was far, but he always supposed that was the point, so his family did not have to see his disgrace up close. Regardless, he sought to prove them wrong.

The cold and harsh climate proved to be perfect for Dante's training and pushed him to his limits. The strive for perfection, the urge to prove them wrong, his parents wrong. Blood dripped from his fingers, sores caused by hours of shouting 'incendio' to procure flame in the wretched cold. He had tasted defeat on his lips, as blood dripping from a careless mistake in a duel, but never would his knee back down. He felt it, he knew it, that one day he would be better than what fate had set him out to be. All he had to do was prove it wrong.

In his own eyes, he found it sad that his blood was spilled, only to be ignored by temporary people because of his charming smile and flirtatious words. In the end, he didn't mind; if he was seen as strong then nothing mattered.

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