<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/10/93/8010931c7aa5262718f039b6887c517f.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/f/f3/DurmstrangCrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20160112161151)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Urvan Vsevolodovich (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14669809#msg14669809)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Durmstrang / 6th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> MUGGLE BORN <br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 | Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Traditional Uniform. Tattoos covered <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Feast<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting with some peeps. Thinking of good ole memories. <br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lazy Eye - Silversun Pickups (https://youtu.be/z-mxBDuRaZ8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tatyana, Elliott, Elias, OPEN</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It made natural sense that Urvan would sit at the table and listen quietly. In truth, there was very little for him to say and instead he took this time to take his piercing blue eyes and scan each and every single person sitting at his table in Durmstrang. It was a curious world that he currently lived in. A world which had taken him many days of meditation to come to realization with and understand. In truth, it felt like he always believed in magic--even as a young child. Just the way an escape from reality would make him feel was entrancing. However, adapting from the worker mindset that his father and mother plagued on the forefront of his brain to the open-minded nature of magic and the endless possibilities was hard for him to struggle with. It took him years, struggling to find an answer like a hopeless artist searching for his new masterpiece. The solution ended up being simple. Balance. Within his mind and within his body.<br/><br/>In result, he ended up with a pretty rocking body which was assisting him in finding some balance within his lustful desires and romantic wants.<br/><br/>The uniform fit him tightly around his broad shoulders and lean muscled arms, but it was sized properly to fit his form. His hair was cut short, as he never liked the sensation of something like hair clouding his vision. He blended in with the rest of them, but it was possibly the tattoos that would often set him apart. However, not today as they were all hidden by the uniform. It was tricky on how rags people would wear could force someone into conformity, which only let those ice blue piercing eyes to set him apart from the rest. His hands rested at the table, clutching a fork, and he listened to the announcement of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. A chance for Durmstrang to find balance among Hogwarts and Beauxbatons. He was unsure why the universe had decided to play him such a tricky card of being at this school. Why had he not been born in England, instead?<br/><br/>Surely things would have been more different for him there. Less strict. A place where they would allow an artist to freely explore anything... and everything. That thought left a lingering look on his eyes, which automatically fell on Elias with his twin brother Elliot. They may have been twins, but Urvan always liked the way Elias held himself over Elliot. Maybe it was also because Elias had been close over the summer. Visiting him in the most common and off the beaten path of places to find that passion and steamy form of art that he had been searching for. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a smile as he thought of his hands slipping down Elias' washboard abs, only leading to the the symphony of lust singing further down South.<br/><br/>Urvan was blinded by this lust. Not denying the fact to himself that he caught a few feels, but he kept it internalized. Still, he was bit by cupid's bow close enough to ignore the additional attention Elias was receiving from other admirers. Urvan was oblivious. Struggling to find balance in infatuation.<br/><br/>People were talking about joining the tournament and Urvan tore at the chicken from his plate. Wiping his mouth after he chewed to look at Tatyana. Another friend that was just such a fire to be around. The woman was a beauty. Fine toned muscle and a personality to match. Someone that he would be proud to call his friend... and some. Plus, her body was perfect to sketch if she would only stand still for a moment. It took a lot to keep a woman like Tatyana occupied, but damn did she make a most eccentric workout partner.<br/><br/>"Well, if you're all planning on joining. I may as well. Durmstang needs a win, and this may be just the one. We should increase the odd," Urvan said to both Elliot and Tatyana from a few seats down. He had been listening in on their conversation, but was friendly enough to interject.<br/><br/>"But who knows... maybe it's more than it's cracked up to be," Urvan said nodding his head toward the staff members huddled and disclosing knowledge that they would never bestow on someone like Urvan. Then he found the perfect opportunity to slip his head toward Elias' way. He blinked a few times and then asked, "What about you, Elias? Do you plan to join?"