Character Name:rafaele enzo vittorio
Character Nickname(s):raf, rifraf
Character Age:17
School:Durmstrang
House:Ruhig
Job/Year:seventh
Current Residence:Oslo during the school year, otherwise with his brother
Wand:12",black walnut,fairy wing/ unicorn tail hair duel core
Gender:male
Sexuality:heterosexual


Play-By:tyler posey
Hair Shade:black
Hair Style:short and "bed head" look when really he spent a lot of time on it in the morning
Eye Color:brown
Build:strong and tall
Dressing Style:casual and laid back, outside of the school uniform he tends to wear baseball t's and jeans.


Likes: sketching
painting
observing
figure drawing
staying up late
apples
hot chocolate
spending time with Arlo
stories about his mom
Dislikes: smudging art work
ringed notebooks (left handed)
still life sketching
waking up early
transfiguration
oil paints (they just take too long to dry man)
being babied
pity
Strengths: creative
friendly
methodical
careful
street smart
sober (just because he is young doesn't mean the pressure isn't there)
observant
Weaknesses: pretty messy (it's that creative mind)
Arlo
really anything that has to do with his family can get too him
getting interrupted while drawing sets him off "hey can you draw me?"
art block is a bummer
bad at trafuguration
Overall Personality: Like his brother Rafaele does have his own set of street smarts. He can be cunning. He had a poker face that can be put up against the best of them. Sure he might not have been the one being the thief but Raf had to deal with a childhood that was hard, and a father that was useless. He relies on this side of himself to get him through most days. It is the easiest and best way he has learned how to survive. It is pretty much second nature.

The thing is Raf is not the smart ass that his brother is. He doesn't have a need to be better than anyone. in general he is good just sitting back and not really worrying about what other people are doing. He would rather get lost in his art that deal with the real world. Where as he doesn't think it's as bad now as he used to, his creativity is an escape.

Rafaele is creative.He picked up the skill when he felt there should be some way he could help out with money and food at home before Dermstrang. It was not only something he could do to contribute but a good way to forget what was waiting at home. Through this he has learned how to communicate with strangers.

He is an observer, and finds beauty in the darkest places. Raf likes to think he is likable. He likes meeting friends, hearing other stories. It a great source of inspiration. But his best friend will always be his brother.

Arlo was someone who was always around. Rafaele will always look up to his brother. And appreciates absolutely everything he has done. In a way he feels like he owes his brother. Where as he understands that Arlo was looking out for him all those years. He feels like he is still being babied in some ways and that is a little annoying but he would never really say anything about it.


Father:Vincent Vittorio
Mother:antonella Vittorio [nee Pelegai]
Siblings:Arlo Vittorio
Others:N/A
Birth Place:Florence, Italy
Overall History: Rafaele always knew hone as Stockholm. He was only year old when his family relocated to Sweden because of his father's job. It wasn't exactly the best but it was his. At a young age things in his life turned dark. There is little that Raf remembers of when they first got to Sweden, when their father had a job, and of their mother. Arlo liked to say that Italy was better but Rafaele often calls out any sort of logic with that. His brother was only three when they moved there should be no reason why Italy was better, other than maybe less snow.

There had to be a time before his father was happy. Unfortunately Raf doesn't know if there was for sure. At one point the man lost his job. And loosing his job turned him to alcohol. And that is the father that Raf knows, and has always known. He was mean or neglectful when he was drunk. And Rafaele is sure that there was never a point he was truly sober sense he decided to just be a waist of space in their family.

Once that happened all the weight rested on their mother's frail shoulders. At one point she was beautiful. He had seen the pictures of her smiling. She just always seemed tired. too tired. And apologetic. She didn't look at him with love, or hope, but regret. It was like she was sorry that her children had to lead this life, but didn't have the heart to actually say it. She worked though to try and keep what meager belongings that the family had left. Not every night did they have food, there were times when Raf cried himself to sleep because his stomach felt like it was eating itself, but he never complained about it.

Eventually their mother fell ill and without her working they had no money to get her any help. She passed and that left the boys with only their father and his booze. that was when Arlo took it upon himself to take care of himself and Rafaele.

As they got older their father was more a piece of the furniture than anything. Arlo supplied the food and money. Raf begged to help. His brother saying no quickly. The first couple times he was furious and would push, demanding that he needed to help. Eventually the rejection wore Rafaele down and he jut pouted letting his brother have his way. Just because Arlo wouldn't tell him how he was making money didn't mean he couldn't find hi own way to help support their family. It wasn't fair that he had to just sit on his bum day in and out and let hi brother do all the work. He went out and found how own way to make a little bit to contribute with. He would draw, landscapes, people anything, and sell the small art works.

At first he was honestly not that good but he practiced everyday, on every scrap of paper he could find with any writing utensil he could get. Eventually he got pretty good and was selling a good amount, feeling proud about the fact that he could help out his brother and prove to the world that they didn't need anything from their worthless father.

Eventually Arlo got a letter. Something that he seemed proud of but Raf was not excited to learn about. His brother would be leaving him. Rafaele didn't want to be left alone. Arlo was really all he had. Sill he bit his tongue didn't say a word because he didn't want to be even more of a burden. And Arlo promised that with every break he would be back and in a couple of years even Rafaele would be joining him at the school and they really would be able to live and not worry about having food every night or not. He was given more money than he had seen in his life when realistically it would barely get him through the months alone and that was if he was careful with his spending. He had his drawings to sell at least and that helped too, only a night here and there did he go hungry.

His father started to see some new woman. A woman who paid no mind to Raf, and would rather just drink with his father and yell at the TV. she had the worst laugh. A cackle that sounded like nails on a chalk board. Arlo was back as he promised, every break that the school had, every time making sure that he got as much money as he could so that Rafaele would be taken care of.

When he was eleven he was given a letter. that day he cried of joy because they would both be at the school and neither of them would have to worry about survival. Even though the first day in the castle Raf ate too much and got himself sick. When he could be he was by his brother's side. Until Arlo graduated. Of course he didn't feel like he was being left behind.


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Age:24
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