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Ive Yanamari

Age: 24
Gender: Male
Concept: The Beauty of Poison


Appearance:

Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 130
Eyes: Evening blue
Hair: Dark navy, thick and pin-straight. short on sides and back, chin-length in front. Kept spiked and hanging before his eyes.
Face/Complexion: Tanned skin with the warmth of old ivory, tilted dark brows and upturned eyes. Cheek and jaw with the fine cut of a handsome woman. His lips are a single brushtroke of fever pink, always on the edge of smiling.
Build: A fencer's light, evenly toned build. Prominent, delicately molded collarbone. Rather slim through the waist. Small, elegant hands.
Defining Marks: Even in the wizarding world, blue hair is pretty distinctive. Pale, vaugely star-shaped scar in hollow of left palm.
Dress Style: Elegant and worthy of his profession, but always in the latest cut. He prefers formal clothing, closely fitted; rarely will he be seen in robes, even these fitting more like cassocks or even woman's dress. Shades of blue and textured black predominate.
Possessions always on his person: Very short, dark blue gloves with a grey pearl button.
Manner of Speech: A little high-flown, but accentless. Tends to speak of things in reference to himself. Voices the occasional hard left turn of thought which may or may not be explained.
Manner of Movement: Quick and elegant, walking on the balls of his feet. Very fast reflexes. Handles objects with infinite care, as if everything were made of spun glass.
Familiar: [none yet]
Wand: Ten inches, rowan, feather of gynosphinx. Twirly, good for delicate work.


Eyesight: Wears enchanted readers for legal documentation; otherwise 20/20
Hearing: Rather acute
Left/Right handed: Ambi/right
Disabilities: None
Physical Health: Excellent, due to fencing and time spent working in his own gardens. A light eater, having been raised in the habit of nibbling on hor d'ourves. Not much of a carnivore.
Allergies: Boredom.
IQ: Somewhat above normal
Extrovert/Introvert: Extremely extroverted, not at all given to philosophy or self-examination.
Phobias: [none currently]
Mental Health: Highly competitive, though he manages to (mostly) keep this in check outside of the courtroom. Terribly vain, but not proud. Otherwise quite pragmatic.
Goals/Dreams: Being on the right side when the War ends.
Quirks/Habits: Will nearly always examine his reflection if presented. Tastes things as well as touches them.
Hobbies/Interests: poisons, antidotes, social experimentation, fencing, fae glamours, singing
Talents: potions, herbology, charms, arthimancy
Likes: Parties, chaos, interpersonal politics, mysteries, competition, cooking, muggle music
Dislikes: Quiddich, being ignored, simpering, being forced
Vices: Vanity (social, sexual)
First Impression: A complete fop, if a very pretty one. Wouldn't expect anything more of him than gossip and perhaps a quick roll in the hay. But he is curiously intent..
Philosophy of Life: The right potion, the right glass, at the right time.
Phrases often used: "I."


Parents:

     Eliza Yanamari is much like her son, but where Ive pursues manipulation as an art, she has made it into a science. She is pale and cold: a nordic beauty, and firmly on the side of Dumbledore. She knows of her child's play at machinations, and has decided to let fate, and humanity, teach him what it will. His father is dead; a victim of the wars. Ive never knew him, and it has never occured to him to ask.

Family crest:

On a blue field, a stand of living lily-of-the-valley, beneath which sleeps a coiled serpent. The motto beneath reads: "Flos manum conserere cum osculum" (The enemy is best engaged with a kiss.)

[Don't laugh at my bad Latin. -Ed.]


Family history:

     Eliza Yanamari became distant after the death of her husband, and bent her formidable mind only to tangling Voldemort's path in the best way that she knew: the delicate science of social machinations. Ive has been raised amid the constant whirl of parties: intimate teas to grand social affairs, always with his mother at the center, and he the adored pet of the adults, passed from lap to lap, and as he grew older, sometimes from bed to bed. Has otherwise been alone, without sibling or peer.

     Ive's fascination with poisons was a gradual proccess: he knew that his mother often slipped potions into food or drink to manipulate the moods of her guests. Natural curiosity, a vast garden and ample time for research in the family library did the rest. The study of potions has served as supreme fuel for this fire. He finds his family crest and motto ironic and deeply fitting in this light, as lily of the valley means "sweetness" or "return of happiness" in language of flowers, but is also an absolutely deadly poison: even the water the cut stems have rested in will kill a child.

Occupation: Contract lawyer, Dash, Distaff, and Yanamari
Affiliation: None, though currently embroiled in Slytherin
Education: Educated by a series of tutors (whomever was in favor with his mother at the time), his education was wide-ranging and flawless, but often lacking a certain depth. He sometimes keenly feels this lack, and if a subject catches his attention, will throw himself and all of his energy into it.
Home: Two or three large estates scattered around Europe, used mostly for entertaining; a rather more intimate affair between Hogsmeade and London serves as his current home.
Finance: Very few worries. He dosen't have to work at all, but the occupation pleases him.


Marital Status: Single and unqualified
Sexual Preference: Whomever catches his eye.
Turn-ons: Intensity, beautiful hands, a good singing voice, mystery, slyness, sublety, malice, and above all.. challenge.
Turn Offs: Too-revealing clothing. Anyone who throws themselves at him.
Past Relationships: Very few. Ive is a flirt, a waylayer and a cocktease, but has rarely taken lovers in his adult life, and has never been in love. Though Slytherin of a certain strata may have very fond memories of a lovely, willing teenage boy in the Yanamari mansions..
Other:
   Ive, sitting up brightly, as if he just remembered something pleasant.: By the way, besides being a complete bastard, i'm also a (deeply) closet romantic.
   me, with a look of dawning horror.: You lie.
   Ive: Never to a lady. <sunny smile.>


Favorite:

Animal: Bee
Color: Cobalt
Drink: Vodka and cranberry
Food: Anything with a bite.
Flower: Lily-of-the-valley
Music: Vocal; Dead Can Dance
Scent: Almond, mugwort, cinnamon, discomfort..
Thing to Do: Charming others, experimenting in his garden and labratory, meddling in affairs, singing, fencing. Winning.


Least Favorite:

Animal: Small, yappy dogs.
Color: Orange. Clashes with his coloring like nothing else.
Drink: Coffee with sugar
Food: Undercooked meat
Music: Wizard pop
Scent: Nothing.. all have their place.
Thing to do: Rush.


Songlist:

Specimen - The Beauty of Poison
Dead Can Dance: How Fortunate the Man with None, Persian Love Song, The Spider's Stratagem
Le Cabaret des Elements - Foules marécageuses
Nick Cave - Do You Love Me
Erik Karol - Agira
The Cure - Strange Attraction
Voltaire - Raven's Land
Peter Murphy - The Sweetest Drop
PJ Harvey - Yuri G



Personal History:

     As an only child, Ive was considered more of a pet than a boy; allowed to roam freely outside of his lessons like a cat, petted and tolerated and later, courted by his mother's endless stream of friends, puppets, and guests. Though Eliza Yanamari is a Slytherin to her core, she chose not to send her son to Hogwarts, electing instead to choose his tutors from among those aquantances whom she judged most fit. Born into, and borne upon his mother's social whirl, he quickly learned and has since been deeply fascinated by the workings of the human mind.

     His slightness and fine features did not go unnoticed as he entered his teenage years, and very soon he found himself caressed as often as cosseted, the Yanamari guests finding every sort of excuse to call him to their sides in private. His mother was aware of this, but never one to let such an opportunity go to waste,she allowed him to play the part of lovely and pliant innocent, shuttling secrets to her ear from pillow and garden and darkened hallway.

     As he grew older, Ive came to subtly resent the way his mother had used him in her very private battles. Ambition was beginning to wake in him, twining up through years of complacency and self-interest, hissing silently about his place in the world. Disentangling himself from the magnificent horror that was life at the mansions, he escaped briefly to Paris, where he took the bar, then to Morocco and finally to London, where he has won himself a position as full partner in Dash and Distaff, the premier and oldest Slytherin law firm in England. The firm does curiosly well for one whose name is little known outside of certain circles.

     Ive's specialty is social arrangements.. the marriage contract, the formal alliance.. slips of paper binding the actions of those who, willingly or non, have signed them with blood. He finds it gives him an excellent window into the private affairs of powerful families, where the smallest rivalry may lay a path for far-reaching events.

     Recently, he has been called to the service of the families MacDonald and Malfoy, regarding an impending engagement. He is now a guest at the Malfoy estate, learning the ways of yet another set of subtle machinations..