Athisak Wen Tenusa

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[ sta ] 7 [ eva ] 9 [ str ] 1 [ wis ] 6 [ arc ] 3 [ acc ] 9

Parselmouth
year one. year two. year three. year four.
year five. year six. year seven.

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The Family That Shouldn’t Have Been.
Athisak was born in Bangkok, Thailand to a pure-blood father, Wen Haoran; and a muggle-born mother, Rin Thongchai. The relationship his parents had was never really accepted, not by Haoran’s side of the family that is. When one comes from a respectable (that may also be close-minded and be obsessed with the purity of blood) line of pure-blood wizards and witches and marries into a family that does not share that “fame”...it was frankly expected disaster would strike. It was not even the fame…or even knowledge or lack thereof. Rin was (still is) a herbalist who preferred a rather simple life and not even that was the issue. It was the fact Rin’s blood was not pure enough, and by extension, Athisak’s was even less “befitting” of the standards of purity.

Maybe it was rebellion, maybe it was something else. Maybe young love at its finest, maybe neither knew any better, but Athisak’s father knew very well that this “forbidden love” would not end well. And a kid was never in the image…until there was. His dad only stayed long enough for promises to be made (whether empty or not, likely, that won’t be clarified). Two weeks after Athisak’s birth, and his father was nowhere to be found. He left…no....he abandoned them. No note, no warning, no explanation. Just gone. Most likely has been summoned by his family and this time he went, and never returned.

The Quiet Apartment above the Apothecary.
The small apartment Athisak grew up in could be described as a heartwarming cup of tea at the end of a draining day. The place smelled of a mix of plants, very aromatic and pleasant and yet never too much or overwhelming, The cupboards and shelves were constantly stacked with jars, pouches, and potted plants. The apartment, which was one floor above the Apothecary Athisak’s mother worked at, was…for the lack of a more befitting word - a link between the muggle world and the magical one. But beyond everything, it was home. His childhood was not a rich one by maybe some people’s standards but it was the best it could be.

A kid too bright to sit still.
With a mixture of muggle and magic in his upbringing, Athisak wasn’t quiet. Oh, he was far from that. He has always been quite energetic, and curious to a rather amusing if at times troublesome degree. All nosy fingers and darting eyes, always opening drawers he was not supposed to open, asking what is this and what is that as soon as he got a bit older. Frankly, his mother had a handful with him. To count a few of his shenanigans, Athisak nearly knocked over shelves of delicate jars, half the time he had a tilted grin, dirt-smudged cheek, and some poor plant that was almost crushed tucked behind one ear because it “looked lonely” (that was far from lonely). Oh…or when he tried to copy his mother in “enchanting” a frog using nothing but incense smoke and hoping for the best since nothing happened for obvious reasons. His childhood was chaos in the best way, running around, laughing, and having fun.


Athisak couldn’t have been older than 9. It was the monsoon season, and every outdoorsy kid would know what that meant. Rain. Rain meant mud, and mud meant adventure.

He had just been told “no” — again — by his mother. Something along the lines of needing to keep away from a particular jar of dried, very temperamental herbs stacked on a high shelf precisely to make this child-proof. The chair next to the shelf was not so Athisak proof though.
Well, he was told to keep away, which like any kid told no, this was taken like the instances of don’t press the red button. Of course, he had to see what was inside. She turned her back for about thirty seconds. That was enough.
Somewhere between climbing the stool and yanking at the corner of the lid, the jar tipped.
What happened next, he barely remembers clearly, for the most part, because of how fast everything happened. The jar didn’t fall. It exploded. And it didn’t even hit the ground to do so.
A sharp, sudden gust roared from around him, flinging open cabinets if the doors were not locked, swirling herbs and powdered ingredients into a small cyclone of chaos. Paper was flying all around as if it were sentient.
Tiny glass bottles rolled off countertops and burst into sticky puddles on the floor. He remembers blinking through the whirlwind, squinting against the gust, and it eventually calming down as suddenly and quickly as it started. It wasn’t the wind outside. It was coming from him.
By the time this…rather unusual event (at least for the boy who couldn’t even “charm” a frog before - because he was doing it wrong and had no power to charm it at that age anyway) stopped, the apothecary looked like it had been caught in a tiny, very targeted storm.
His mother was in a slight bit of shock, eyes wide. She didn’t say a word at first, just stared at her son. Well, she was expecting something…like that to happen, she was just taking a bit to register it.
All the meanwhile, Athisak was standing in the middle of the room, a singular tea leaf stuck to his cheek and a cheeky smile on his face.
Sensing he may have gotten himself in a bit of a problem, he pointed proudly at the (only) floating jar still spinning lazily in the air beside him.
“I didn’t even break that one.”
Well…it was intact..as if waiting for him to say that before it crashed. Nevermind…

Lively, loud, and far too curious for his good. That would be the best way to describe Athisak. He speaks first, thinks second (if at all), and tends to act on impulse before anyone can tell him no. Or at least that is the case for…well..most times. Then again, being a kid, not like he had such important decisions to make that would require such strong thinking and debating. In more serious situations, or when he was “helping” around the Apothecary he has shown that he is capable of keeping serious as much as he can be a bundle of energy.

Despite the chaotic energy (which will most likely be tamer as he grows up anyway), there’s a lot of heart in him. He’s loyal to those he cares about and quick to defend anyone he sees as vulnerable or unfairly treated. Empathy doesn’t always show through his teasing, but it’s there, and it shows that his mother raised him to be a loving person, to not make the same judgments others do. Some would say that animals and plants say a lot about a person. Since animals and plants cannot lie or judge nor do they really think of doing that to someone who cares for them. It was not rare that he stopped to feed a stray animal, maybe even giving them nicknames and probably would go as far as giving a plant for company too.

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