DISCLAIMER: I do know how Russian names work — the mismatch of the gendering of Valeriy’s name is because they are nonbinary and I could only choose one version of the name to be displayed on the profile, so I did what felt the best to me for representing that.


PC: Silas Norwood (other accounts: Taros Quintero, Ruby Cazares, Vyacheslav Aleksandrovich Preobrazhensky)
School: Durmstrang
Year: First
Nationality: Russian
Residence: Kinerma, Russia
Link to the iNPC encyclopedia: Here
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Special Race (if applicable): Metamorphmagus

Physical Description: As a nonbinary metamorphmagus, there is little that is static about Valeriy’s appearance. However, they generally have light to dark brown skin and long brown hair (although the colour frequently varies). Another characteristic that grew common for them to have was their eye colour(s), which often became a mirror of their brother’s — a green left eye and a brown right eye, the opposite of Semyon’s natural heterochromia (with a brown left eye and green right eye). They frequently also ended up with features typical of both sexes, blurring the lines of what people would perceive them as.

They like fashion a bit and love to accessorise to an almost excessive extent. They are typically found in flowy dresses or other loose clothing, often with layers. Bracelets, rings, necklaces, earrings, and hair accessories permeate their overall appearance, jingling as they move. Their style draws heavily upon nature. Coming from an unconventional family, they also feel little pressure to conform to typical norms with their appearance, frequently enjoying colourful and dramatic makeup/face paint.

Mental Description: As a mere 12 year old who grew up sheltered, Valeriy is blissfully unaware of the world’s cruelty, remaining pure and untainted by it. They are idealistic and firmly a pacifist. They care deeply about living things and try to behave as morally as possible. They are creative, kind, curious, loyal, and loving.

Biography: Valeriy was raised in the woodlands of rural Russia by two women alongside an older brother: Semyon. Living in a remote area meant that the pair of siblings grew up quite isolated from the outside world for the most part, finding solace in the other’s presence. They were virtually inseparable; their kinship went beyond that of most siblings, and they understood each other on a deep level that didn’t even require words. Neither of them spoke much anyway — Valeriy preferring Russian Sign Language, which they were both fluent in due to having a deaf family member — but years together and a fundamental likeness meant that words became unneeded.

Valeriy was homeschooled alongside their brother in their family’s little cottage in the forest. It was small, and there were only a few of them in the household, but it was full of love and it had everything that Valeriy needed. They grew up around all kinds of potions and strange trinkets due to their mothers’ jobs and passions, and they had a natural love for all manner of creatures and plants — from the tiniest insect that their mama had on display to the tallest of the trees in the forest that surrounded them. They spent much of their time in said forest, dancing in the clearings, feeling the moss under their feet, climbing through the tree branches, and so on — sometimes with Semyon, sometimes alone. It was the forest, as much as their loving but busy mothers, that raised them, and they have always felt a deep connection with the natural world.

Attending Durmstrang came with the need to adjust to many new challenges for Valeriy, but they were looking forward to learning, making friends, and being able to spend more time with Semyon again.

Note to help avoid confusion: Semyon and Valeriy are biological siblings, and they are not adopted — their mothers are their biological parents. This is possible because one of their mothers is transgender.

First Instance of Magic: While, as a metamorphmagus, Valeriy’s appearance often shifted ever since birth, the first time their magic displayed itself in a different way was an ordinary day when they were about six. They had climbed a tree and were contentedly examining the nature around them when they spotted a bug that they hadn’t seen before. In trying to get closer to it as it ran away, they shuffled along the tree branch and reached out, not realising that they had gone too far until it was too late and they slipped, falling out of the tree. They scrunched their eyes shut as they prepared to hit the hard ground, but no impact ever came. Their eyes slowly opened to find themself hovering not far above the ground, and their excitement ended the magic, causing them to finally drop the last centimetres and land softly.