Sasha possesses the natural grace of a leader, exuding confidence and charm with a flash of his grin and a dulcet voice. After spending a brief moment in his presence, it's no wonder why he's picked up the nickname "Sugar". With a gentle rhetoric and an inviting demeanor, Sasha finds himself surrounded by plenty of companions that he is fiercely loyal to. Although he is often lost in thought, Sasha has the ambition and vision to achieve his aspirations, granted he wisely divides his energy between what is practical and what is merely dream fodder. Altruistic to a fault, Sasha freely offers his shoulder to lean on and bears the weight of his friends' burdens along with them. His affectionate and sympathetic nature hardly makes him a naïve child, being emotionally intuitive has granted the young boy an uncanny ability to detect someone's true intentions, friendly or not.
FLOO POWDER
Reducio
✧ i. essence
✧ ii. history
✧ iii. chronicles
✧ iv. misc.
✧ v. trunk
✧ vi. artwork
✧ vii. ooc info
✧ viii. inpc
MIRROR REFLECTION
Reducio
A boy just as radiant as the grin stretched from one rosy cheek to the other and boisterous as his laughter, Sasha Kane cannot easily hide amongst the crowd, try as he might. At five foot three inches, he stands slightly above other students in his year, or he would if he cared to fix his posture that instinctively leans forward so Sasha can bury his nose in the book of his latest interest. Boyish in stature, his shoulders have not yet squared out and his cheeks retain a youthful fullness that contrasts his lean body. Having little caution in his adventures, the occasional bruise and thin scars are strewn about his rosy beige skin. His pin-straight strawberry blond hair, a perfect middle between his father's copper tone and his mother's striking platinum tresses, barely grazes the arches of his ears when slicked back in a coiffed manner. Despite the depth of his gunmetal blue eyes and the shadows cast over them by furrowed brows, a glint of curiosity and his warm personality shine through unobscured. Although Sasha comes from a fairly well-off family, you'd never guess by his attire. The boy's poor clothes endure just about every form of abuse, from tromping around through mud to wading in knee-high creek water. That's not to say he's untidy, just too preoccupied with the next adventure to worry about untucked collars and the creases in his cotton shirts.
name sasha cormac
kane nickname sugar, sassy,
& kane age twelve birthday 22 nov 2010 species human
████████████████
████████████████
blood purity wizard born house ravenclaw year first wand 23,4 cm aspen wood and
snallygaster heartstring patronus undiscovered
Before there was Sasha, there had been a chance meeting between a wizard whose curiosity landed him in the infirmary where a certain witch would tend to his burns, brought on by getting too close to a Norwegian Ridgeback youth to study the dragon for one of his novels. Despite the witch scolding him for his recklessness and threats to throw him out of the infirmary once his stays there became frequent, Cormac could not help but to find ways to steal the attention of the kind healer. Valentina Chernova was her name, newly graduated from Durmstrang and had just begun her apprenticeship as a healer when Cormac stumbled into her life. It wasn't until Cormac formally asked the curly-haired witch to meet him outside the infirmary for dinner that the flames of their attraction were fanned.
Their next few dates were held in secret, with Cormac being betrothed to another witch from a well-standing wizarding family and Valentina unable to shirk her duties to lay beneath the stars with the copper-haired wizard, dreaming of their shared future that seemed as far away in possibility as the twinkling constellations. A year into their relationship, both of them were being called away, Cormac for his wedding and Valentina to Romania where she would complete her apprenticeship. Parting ways was complicated by the pregnancy, revealed to Cormac before he was set to return to England the next day. Realizing they would be abandoning a future they had spent a year working towards, the two renounced their families' demands and escaped to the Irish countryside. Despite the consequences that followed their action, the couple were able to live out their dreams by the lake, sheltered from those that sought to tear them apart.
Nine months had passed quickly on by, leaving the young husband and wife in a whirlwind. The twenty-second of November had begun as
a rare mundane day, the first touches of frost fading the emerald green of the sleepy hills surrounding the Kane household. The morning had been fairly quiet with an expectant mother gently rocking in the wicker chair, illuminated by her husband's oil lamp that sat on his desk, feather pen furiously scratching against parchment as the man added the finishing touches to his latest novel. The stillness of the morning was eventually broken by the child's arrival, not by the child himself but his father's frantic panic. Sasha was born with his eyes wide open to the world around him, taking in his surroundings with silent wonder. From the moment he entered into the world, the boy knew nothing but childlike curiosity and a longing for the unknown.
As the years progressed, the tiny family lived in relative peace and quiet in their lakeside home. His mother was a loving but rare presence in Sasha's earliest years. Called away for weeks at a time but finding the rare downtime to write to her sweet boy at night, Valentina did what she could to foster a connection to her son despite the kilometers that spanned between them. Cormac, a spinner of many tales as written in his plethora of authored books, could never quite wrap his head around the responsibilities that came with fatherhood. Laissez-faire and more like a pal to his son, there was no such thing as bedtimes, strict schedules, or heaps of vegetables on the boy's plate. The lack of caution on his father's part may have fostered an unwavering bravery within the boy, but also a dangerous curiosity that would later lead him on the path for many misadventures. Opportunities for mischief and magic opened themselves to Sasha upon his acceptance letter into Hogwarts, as well as any adventures that may follow.
FLOO POWDER
Reducio
✧ i. essence
✧ ii. history
✧ iii. chronicles
✧ iv. misc.
✧ v. trunk
✧ vi. artwork
✧ vii. ooc info
✧ viii. inpc
.. MAGICAL BEGINNINGS..
Reducio
Sasha was just a wee tot when his magical ability came to light, barely past his second birthday and already a handful without the added uncontrolled outbursts that were soon to follow. While his mother was away on healer business, which was hardly a surprise given her tendency to be called away for the most grueling of cases, Sasha was left in the care of his father. The boy's magical beginnings emerged from the most unlikely of places — leaning over his father's desk during the brief moment his father had turned away to fetch more parchment. Ever since Sasha had discovered that his father's chair was the perfect way to reach the elegant peacock quill that sat in its inkwell, there was nothing that could keep the boy from satiating his curiosity. Right as he almost had the feather in his clutch, his father had interrupted his quest, distracting the boy so he knocked over the never-ending inkwell as he quickly retreated back to the safety of the floor, a noir river rushing across the desk's surface and threatening to spill over the edge to drench the boy. As if there was an invisible umbrella above Sasha's head, the sea of ink parted as it fell to the ground, leaving the young wizard without a spot on his strawberry blond hair. After his bout of magic, Cormac made sure his son remained in his sight, lest the house suffer more at the hands of the small menace.
This is the "Game Master" account. Please do not owl this account, unless specified. This account is not moderated actively and therefore, you may not receive a response.
Contact a Head of House or the Headmaster if you need anything.
