Ivan Feofan

Name: Ivan Feofan
Nicknames: (If any)
Titles: Dark Lord
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Blood Status: Pureblood Demon
Hometown: Unknown
Current Home: London Britain
Nationality: British
School: N/A
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Wand: 8", Acromantula web, Cypress


Hair Color: Dark blonde
Hair Style: Neatly trimmed on the sides and a little messy on the top
Eye Color: Grey
Body Type:  muscular
Height: 6'2
Other Distinguishing Features:
Clothing Style: generally dressed in black robes with a white dress shirt and black dress shoes


Ivan is outgoing and rarely will keep to himself; he is prone to having a bad temper especially when he is drinking. He thinks highly of himself, and his appearance is also caught often reveling in the fact that he does not have to worry about earthy routines to keep his body the way he wants it. Ivan wants power more than anything in the world and does not care who he has to destroy to get it. To his followers he will share what he has reaped and is loyal to. To those who are against him he is not afraid to curse with all of his power.


The one thing that separates me from everyone else is the fact that I was created by the devil, by the means of fire; naturally because of my creation I am able to control fire however I tend to lose control when I am angry. My creation was for one purpose which was to serve my creator and him alone, he is the reason for my appointment as the Dark Lord as he figured that I could bring forth his vision and defeat those who opposed his last servant, however I will get into that a little later as for right now we will talk about my years in the Russian mafia.

My true powers were kept a secret for years I was left to my own devices which ended up with me leading the most notorious mafia in the country of Russia. Everyone who knew my name feared me, or wanted to be me. The only time that I was allowed to show a hint of my power was when any member tried to over throw me from the top. The mafia was my right to lead, in a sense my birth right if you could call it that, the man who was blessed with taking care of me was the leader before I was, once he had passed from this earth to his place in hell the reigns were passed to me. If I were to brag I would say that the mafia had prospered more with me in charge than when my predecessor was in charge.

Then one fateful night I was given the orders to gather up who was left of the followers of the dark arts in the wizarding world and to bring the Death Eaters new life so that they could reign supreme as it was created for years ago. We grew in secret for years, soon those who followed me found themselves in the top of their field of employment. To continue to live in the shadows it became apparent that I would have to run in the next coming election for Minister of Magic, it was the only way to keep my followers safe and it would give me the power I craved with the help of my creator I won the election in a land slide.

Only recently we have decided to come out of the shadows and start to show our true colors, my apprentice was to be given up to start attending Hogwarts as we begin to infiltrate the school. Students, children the most vulnerable and the most likely to follow our commands without question, I would never expect my apprentice to fall in love. I snapped that back when he was only twelve by tricking the boy who could have ruined my entire plan with an owl in his own writing. Nothing can stop the Death Eaters from taking over the entire Wizarding World we will reign supreme for years to come.