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Name: Draco Ashton d'Fierro
Faceclaim: Chris Wood
Birth Date: 25th of March, 1997 | Place of Birth: Rome, Italy
Species: Aliward Guard - Phoenix
Sexuality: Heterosexual | Relationship Status: Engaged to Illiana Dimitreu
Gender: Male | Occupation: Works for the Aliward Guard
Build: Athletic | Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brown | Height: 6 ft
Distinguishing Marks: Phoenix tattoo covering his back, feather tattoo on his right forearm. Harry potter tattoo on left forearm to match Illiana's. Aliward Guard Tattoo on lower chest on the right.
Draco was born in March of 1997 in the cool regions of Rome, Italy. He was raised by a single mother, Amyrah Castle, a highly respected Necromancer. From young, his mother refused to tell the young child who his father was, despite his persistent questions. His only clue to his Italian heritage was his last name: d’Fierro. That was the only thing his mother kept of the young boy’s father, the only thing that would tie him to his father. Despite this, however, Amyrah persuade the male members of the coven to portray a fatherly image to the young d’Fierro, in hopes he would become attached to one of the and forget about his biological father. She refused to tell him that he was the product between a one-night stand with a man named Sebastian d’Fierro, and that his father didn’t know of his existence.
Everyone expected Draco to be a Necromancer, just like his mother. Nobody really knew of his father’s species: not even his mother. At seven, however, strange lines began to trace down the skin of his back, much to the confusion of the tribe. He was no Necromancer, or even a Fae, with those lines. Around the same time, the young d’Fierro became to show an unnatural control of the element fire. Of course, it would have been normal if he had control over anything else, but the only supernatural ability he possessed was fire manipulation and generation. As the coven tried to figure out what exactly Draco was, he drifted away, especially when they discouraged his practicing his powers over fire. He felt like the outcast of the pack; unwanted, different. That was the beginning of his loner days: no one could imagine the person he would turn out to be.
As he entered high school, he hardly changed. He was always the loner, keeping out of the ways of everyone. Everyone in school, in return, kept away from him. There was this aura about him that frightened all away; something he unknowingly inherited from him father. He was glad of this, to the confusion of most. Draco rather he focussed on his studies, becoming a straight-A student. True, he did pick up smoking and drinking along the way, a secret to his mother, but he maintained his 4.0 GPA and graduated from high school with the rest of his class.
After graduating valedictorian, Draco spent a lot of his time out of the house. He usually had a bottle of vodka in the back seat of his run down Mustang, but the boy hardly ever got drunk. At night, he left the coven grounds to practice the skill of fire, becoming more and more powerful with every day. He knew that was what he was good at, so how would he not practice it?
Once night, he came home late to the coven grounds. What meant his eyes was a frightful sight: bodies of those in the coven strewn about the area. Blood was splattered everywhere: on the walls of houses, soaked into the grassy plains and into the soil, staining footpaths… But the d’Fierro could only think of one person: his mother. Dropping his bag, he ran towards his house, only to find his mother dying in the kitchen. He did not know of his healing powers the, so he held back his tears so his mother could pass in peace.
“Evermore City,” she whispered. Draco blinked back his tears, swallowing down the forming lump in his throats as he wiped away his tears. “What?” he croaked, his eyes reddened and swollen. “Go to Evermore City, Colorado. Your father’s there,” she choked out, wetting her lips as she felt her life slipping from her. “Find Sebastian d’Fierro… Tell him my name… Tell him...you’re his son,” she whispered, coughing out a splatter of blood. “I’m so proud of you, Draco,” she tried so hard to say. “Even if you are not a Necromancer, you’re still...the best son a woman could ever ask for,” she choked, coughing once more. “I love yo--,” she said, her voice dropping before she could complete the last word. The light in her eyes faded, her body limp now in his arms. Tears fell from his cheeks, sobs sounding from his throat as he hugged his dead mother tightly. “I love you too, mummy,” he spoke, kissing her bloody forehead.
The day after, using his mother’s credit card, the young d’Fierro bought himself an air ticket to Evermore City. The plane stopped at New York first for a transit, where he found himself sitting next to a girl: Makena d’Fierro. After talking for a while, Draco discovered she too was a d’Fierro child and was looking for her mother in Evermore City. The two decided to stick together, they were probably related after all, and got a hotel room in the city for the time being through Makena. She had come from a wealthy adoptive family, so she didn’t really hesitate when it came to getting the best room.
It was right after the comet when he arrived at the d'Fierro mountain villa. The first people he encountered were a brother and sister, Leona and Leonardo, and another man, Jason Karter. Upon talking to them, he discovered that the siblings were his uncle and aunt, and the other man their bodyguard. They took him under their care immediately, and he soon met the rest of his blood-family and the clan. Currently, the clan has taken charge of teaching the young d'Fierro the art of fire craft and various sorts of weaponry and self-defence, such as swordsmanship, archery, and judo. Enjoying his time there, Draco can't imagine his life without the fire people, and he plans never to life without them again.
Illiana Dimitreu | Fiancé | Nepilim/Aliward Guard | #Dralliana | 22.06.2016