Damian Slytherin

Backstory

Growing up, I knew i was different and destined for greatness. My family, the remnants of the Slytherin clan were highly revered throughout the whole of the world but we were rather unknown. Our line is directly for Salazar Slytherin I through his male children. After Salazar Slytherin's great-great grandson Married someone out of the family, a member of the Malfoy clan, he would be exiled to Italy, where our clan would remain until 2003. While our branch was exiled, the male line of Salazar Slytherin died out in Britain which would be succeeded by the House of Gaunt, through the female line. The wealth of Salazar Slytherin I was divided among his many descendants and was squandered, however, our line has maintained and increased our wealth over the centuries.
Although we have has our pure-blood, incest ridden ways to preserve the "purity" of our House, the more recent generations have been more equalitive concerning this matter. However this is highly reboutious considering that all currently alive members of our House are currently, rather extremely pure-blood. Progress has been made, as my aunt has married a muggle-born, which in previous generation would be sufficient to have er killed.
With the end of Lord Voldemort's terror and the subsequent death of the last direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin I in Britain, our family saw fit to back to our homeland. We had more than enough money to live prosperously in Britain, and so we did. Currently all of the remnants of our clan lived in Britain with the exception of my great grand Aunt Sylvia, and my great grandfather Alvusin.
Our family was delighted with the opportunity to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My siblings and my elder cousin Stanus were the only people of still within the eligibility to go to Hogwarts though. As I am the eldest of my siblings, I received my letter first, with great delight. We began with shopping for out needed materials for the school year. The thought that I was destined for a special destiny didn't occur to me until I went wand shopping. I didn't purchase my wand at Ollivander's however, as my parents wouldn't let me. We went to the wandmaker Ativoc Russepelloi. When my wand was chosen however, he could not find a proper and fully attuned wand for me. It was found out that i could use almost any wand, with any core, and be able to perform spells accurately, which was weird for me. This came with the side aftect that the wand's power would be used more intensely and thus need replacing, often. Russellpelloi told me to give him some of my blood, hair, fingernail, and a dear possesion of mine (which would be a ringlet made of dragonbone that my grandfather gave me), as he would use these materials to determine and personally craft the perfect wand for me.
As we had shopped for everything else we needed, we waited only for the wand. It would come only two days before I had left on the famed platform 9 and 3/4. The wand took Mr. Russepelloi over 70 hours to craft and would cost him the equivalent of 1652 galleons. It was 14 1/3 inches long, made of Elder wood with twigs of snakewood and finished with Blackthorn and Yew, having a Dragon heartstring, Basilisk horn, and Thestral tail hair Tri-Core with unyielding flexibility. The wand was decorated with magically imbued ivory, silver, and gold and contained a one inch wide, spherical, unpolished emerald saturated and infused with enough magic to supple 100 wands for a century. The purpose was to allow for unprecedented and undying energy to power the wand, while The Tri-core best suited his personality. The wandmaker himself told me that the wand's power was almost if not as powerful as the famed elder wand.
As the years went by, I developed a fascination in the dark arts, potions, and alchemy. I also saw many things in a new light. I finally new I was here to expand magic in every field I could to unfathomable limits, while at he same time, reform the magical and muggle worlds...