Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2023 2:58:01 GMT
KOSTEDIN DRAGUNOV
VITAL STATS
FULL NAME: Kostedin Dragunov
ALIAS: Kos, Kossy,
BIRTHDAY: February 14th
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
OCCUPATION: Quidditch Player (Seeker, Team Bulgaria/Appleby Arrows)
POWER: N/A
PLAYBY: Dacre Montgomery
ALIAS: Kos, Kossy,
BIRTHDAY: February 14th
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
OCCUPATION: Quidditch Player (Seeker, Team Bulgaria/Appleby Arrows)
POWER: N/A
PLAYBY: Dacre Montgomery
THE CHARACTER
King Kostedin, as he's affectionately known in his home village of Arda, Bulgaria. Born to Artemi and Stasia Dragunov, Kostedin had the tools to do whatever he wanted in that version of his life. Arda is a small village, but the Dragonuvs all but owned it. The bakeries, the butchers, the tailors.. they were the de facto leaders of the small village. They were the mayors, the shepherds, and everything in between. Kostedin lived a fairly insular life early on. Not complicated. Having influence over a small village of roughly 300 turned out not to amount to too much in terms of having material possessions. He knew all of the people. He knew the priest, and the cobbler. The sons and daughters of them all too. Kostedin thought he loved his village. Until he didn't.
He got the itch. Like all kids his age did. What was outside of Arda? He wanted to walk the mountain trails. To meet people outside of the village. He had some cultural knowledge - for instance, he had spoken three languages by the time he was 10. His native Bulgarian, Greek, and Russian. But there was more to it than language. He had even heard that there were people were darker skin. That did not look like him. He wanted to see more than the four walls of his home, and the same 300 faces day in, and day out. His parents forbade it. Forbade it until he was to go to wizarding school. Kostedin was furious. When someone wants something, and is told they have to wait, it takes 3 times longer for it to happen. But he didn't have a choice. Arda was remote. His parents told him monsters roamed the countryside. So he waited for his letter.
Eventually it came. Durmstrang. A school with a questionable reputation, historically. But better than nothing. Durmstrang was hard. He wasn't used to cruelty. But Durmstrang had its fair share. He was willing to overlook it, because it afforded him new experiences, with new people. And those new people both loved him and hated him. He learned from it. Learned how to bring people in. And subsequently learned that he could get what he needed from them with words. Words and a well-timed smile. No one had ever told Kos he was a good looking boy. He learned that at Durmstrang. And he took advantage of it.
Quidditch was one of the hobbies he had taken up in school. He never expected to make anything of it, but he turned out to be quite an adept seeker. Good enough to start in year 2. And it kept feeding the attention machine that he was becoming. Adoring fans. Adoring him for another reason. Kos was eating it up. He would always eat it up. It became his fuel.
He hadn't thought about his path outside of school. He was good enough to play professional quidditch though, and knew it would afford him the adoring fans he was after. It's what he needed. So, he latched on with the Appleby Arrows as their starting seeker. The fans followed once more. Men, women, and everyone in between could get a taste of Kos. Of his fame. And when he was done with them, he would find another. It was nothing personal. He just loved himself.
Bulgaria called him up for the first time early on in his career. The crop isn't huge to pick from, but the coaching staff is top notch. Kos couldn't say no. He became the face of Bulgarian quidditch at age 20. More fans. More love. More attention. He never went back to Arda. A small part of him forgot it had even existed. But he knew from the outset he had outgrown the little village. Nowadays, he sends money to the village, to store in their coffers so they may erect statues in his honor, or name schools after him. He has lost himself in all of the noise, photos, and fans. But that's how he likes it. He doesn't need anyone else. But he hopes his parents are doing well, at least.
OUT OF CHARACTER
My Name is Ghostt and I play 7 characters and I live in EST.