Cassanora Browne
Name: Cassanora Browne
School: Beauxbatons
Status: Wizard born
Year: 6th Year
Appearance: Showing off her average height, she stands tall with confidence in posture, Cassanora often gets mistaken for an older year back in school. In more than one way, she has inherited her father's genes. Their signature blond hair evident with the both of them, she tucks hers away in a braid at the back of her head. The only noticeable trait she took from her mother would be her deep brown eyes. Ironically, better fitting with her last name.
Personality: While 'nora, or rather "Cass" these days, would initially have always been seen projecting the same energy her father would be known for in the school of Hogwarts, lately her usual cheeriness has taken a little dive and made room for reason. A child was often blind to the intricacies happening around them. With her mother having left long ago when she was still an infant, it came down to her father to care for her. Sadly, he had been a father rarely able to stay present in her family residence. She knew he was trying. But as she grew older, perhaps trying was not good enough any more. News that he had found new love would only keep him away more than he used to. And he had even decided she was not to join Hogwarts. Instead, she was forced to attend the French Academy. Feeling estranged to her classmates and family, Cassanora is fighting to figure out what she desires from life and what she can expect more from it. These perspectives and her Browne lineage give her a curious and inquisitive mind. And maybe she would crack a smirk or two on occasion.
History: Born September the 2nd, 2008, Cassanora was born to Caradoc and Adhara. An excited child, she was the light of both her parents' lives. In many ways, she took after her father's more jolly personality in growing up. This may have been enhanced by the fact that her mother left the family when Cass was still very young. When the young miss Browne grew up under the watchful eye of her father, she had the time of her life. Even now she would think back to those days and remember what a happy child she had been with her father running after her and keeping her out of trouble. At some point, however, things changed when Caradoc began to work more and more. Cassanora was sent to her grandparents in Dublin, spending more time with them and her resident uncle than she would be able to see her father. Most things did not seem to come for Cass as she wanted it. Even her magic left her waiting. Once, her father had even taken her aside and explained her all about squibs, in an attempt to prepare her for the possible disappointment that the world of magic her father was so eager to show her around in, might not be waiting for her. Eventually, though, her magic would pull through one day and reveal itself to her and her father. An enlarging scarf would bury a giggling Cassanora in the morning right before she was supposed to head for a quick run to the store. Her enthusiasm spiked, Cassanora would have loved nothing more than join her father at Hogwarts now that he had taken on a job there. He saw that differently, however. For some reason unknown to her, he shut her out from there. Instead, he forced her to attend Beauxbatons. Her grandparents moved into their summerhouse and treated heading home to Dublin as their holidays. Now Cassanora is ready to begin her second year at Beauxbatons, wondering what adventures await her this time.
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"Hope has a place, in a lover's heart"
Race: Half-Giant // Ability: - STR: 16 EVA: 7 WIS: 10 STA: 20 ARC: 1 ACC: 7
Cassanora Browne
Is your character a Broom Racer? No.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No.
Is your character a Duellist? No.
Stats: STA - 7 | EVA - 8 | STR - 4 | WIS - 15 | ARC - 10 | ACC - 10
+4 from Quidditch Win, Broom Race Win #1, Broom Race Win #2, Broom Race Win #3
Abilities:
- Comprehend Languages: As soon as Cassanora was properly introduced to the wizarding world, her mind went to all sorts of subjects. Quickly taking an interest in the history behind magic, she delved into book after book she could find on one subject and the next. For hours on end, her grandparents would find her reading in her bedroom, the couch, at the dining table or even the kitchen counter. The girl would always have her nose stuck in a book. After some time, the girl would find herself getting stuck on cultures and societies within the world of magic. Some books were in strange languages or tried to discuss different tongues that she'd need to hear first in order to get where her book was getting at. Cecil, her grandfather would one day come upstairs to find his eldest grandchild screeching between her teeth and growling all sorts of harsh words at the mirror. At first dismissing her newest speech as pure fantasy, the old man let her be. But in time, he'd grow more and more weary of what the girl was up to and just how much time she wanted to invest in these theatrics. Eventually after explaining their situation to Cassanora's father, they would welcome a visitor. A small rotund man with large moustache and a long oval nose would introduce himself as an old schoolmate of her father. He carefully explained he was part-goblin and was asked to come and teach Cass a few lessons in his ancestors' tongue. Over the course of months the old friend would come and teach the young miss Browne what he could about the Goblin language. Given how the Goblin population was very present in the British wizarding society, Cassanora grew only more convinced these lessons would eventually help her find her place in this strange and curious world. Whenever she found any excuse to visit Diagon Alley with her father, she would ask him to pass by Gringotts. Not to ingratiate herself with the vile money-grabbing dwarfs that resided in there. But rather to try and listen to those few that stood outside and were gossiping in their native tongue. She would try to understand most of what they were conveying and sometimes even interrupt to ask them a question. Many Goblins gave the girl a curious look whenever they got interrupted by a foreign child mid-sentence and then were asked an explanation for their use of words. Over the years, it would grow to be one of Cassanora's funniest pastimes. And slowly some regular visitors of the bank would start to recognise her whenever she would wander about again. There were even a few that would encourage her and offer her assistance had she need for it. Yes, no one really hated "the girl that spoke their tongue".
- Non-Human Enthusiast: Cassanora's interests in the different layers of magical society only grew as she learned more and more of the inner workings and intricacies surrounding magic and magic users. As such she eventually reached the subject of those that were counted within the realm of beings but were often shunned by wizard kind throughout history. The young miss Browne quickly drew parallels with the muggle world her family was so used to living in and decided to investigate further on the root of these problems. Therefore, she had to breach the subjects of cultural differences and even the behaviour of these beings. The way their minds worked and how they viewed wizards and witches that were unsympathetic to the cause. She had learned her own mother was affected with lycanthropy when Cass herself was still very young. She had begun suspecting this may have been one of the reasons she left her and her father one day. Werewolves were often barred from living a normal life. In fact, that seemed to be a common trait amongst all of these races. Goblin revolutions were hammered down, centaurs were forced back into the woods, house-elves enslaved, dhampirs forced to hide and werewolves avoided. Who would ever wish such a fate upon anyone? Cassanora's gentle spirit guided her through learning this vast knowledge. She would try to seek for solutions or at the very least make a stand where she thought she would matter. Whenever she would meet any of the discriminated beings, she would approach them and try to befriend them. Trying to make it clear to them that change would be coming and how they would have found a friend in her. Some did not like her interference, others had been scared years before they met her and avoided any social contact in the hopes of staying out of conflict. There were the few who appreciated her spirit and kindness though. And in return they willingly shared their own perspectives with the young girl. From a part-giant boy with weird facial hair that pointed out how he was being watched with argus eyes to a part-veela that would not even look in her general direction, she was met with all sides of the problem. Over time her interests would label her as a non-human enthusiast back in Beauxbatons. Perhaps even their staunchest defender. It was one way Cass would stand out from her peers. If these outcasts wouldn't come up for themselves, she would sure take it upon her to both learn and stand up for their lives.
- Poison Resistance: Whilst her father might be a healer first and foremost, to many of their surprise, the girl did not take up his passion of those particular arts. Instead, she chose to use the bits of knowledge he did share to advance the one subject she did feel attracted to: Potions. Her father, being an ex-healer, did know his way around the brewing table. It was mandatory to have a certain level of understanding potions and their effects and uses when it came to healing. Cass was not looking to be limited to that field, however. From a young age, she grew fascinated by the many properties of a plethora of plants and herbs. How different ingredients such as bugs were to be added to the mix in a particular way. Her attention to detail fed into this. It was fascinating and inspiring in and of itself. In the time she spent studying at Beauxbatons, she was of course met with a broader aspect of the subject. The presence of the school's Alchemist Guild was proof of how the French school was proud of their collective knowledge base. It did not take long for Cass to set her mind to one day gaining entry to the prestigious guild. And if she was determined to impress on entry, she'd have to somehow prove her own understanding. In her child's mind, she immediately believed that the meaner the potion, the better the reputation in this case. Though, she quickly had to face defeat in even attempting a first stage of picking up any of those increasingly difficult recipes. So she chose to tackle it differently. Starting at the bottom and slowly working her way up in gaining more understanding of the various dangers potions could bring in both brewing them and applying them. In studying the multitude of poisons and their cures, there did come a point where testing was required. Through a plethora of small experiments, Cass sought out her own limitations and crossing lines. For the more dangerous ones, or when a particularly tricky recipe called for it, she'd make sure she was under direct supervision. Either by a professor, her father or even Nora if she were at home in the recent vacations, she'd try to get the most out of these lessons. In the few years she had been practising, Cassanora was able to boost her own metabolism. Building up a resistance to most common poisons, or at least grow familiar with the more obvious effects when applied to her body. If her knowledge would not be convincing enough in a few years, at least her body would be living proof of her learning curve.
- Impartial: Whenever her father would breach the topic of whether she had met anyone interesting yet in her life, Cassanora would sigh and let her silence do the talking. Boys, girls, or people in general, … hardly mattered when it came to her time. Time she needed to read, to brew, to analyse. What was a stupid boy's bravado worth against figuring out a quicker process of distillation? Or why would any girl talk with her about their next hunt for a handbag when they could be hunting for toadstools and collect varying samples. The revelations there could be endless, that new handbag would be replaced next season.
So her father would be left without a reply, as a reply. If he felt particularly insistent and gathering information, she'd offer a glare or a shrug as an alternative. Depending on what mood she was in, or rather, how important her work was in that moment. The truth of the matter was that there was no interest. She could not help herself rolling her eyes whenever some kid got it in their head to try to draw some attention to themselves. Which would always fold out into a pathetic puppet show of butterflies and heartbreak. Which equated to more time wasted on stupid poetry slung from a balcony in the name of romance. Spoiler alert: the people who tried that, ended up dead. Besides, the vines that engulfed Juliet's balcony were far more interesting than whatever Romeo wrapped his words in.
She just did not understand. Cassanora tried explaining it to her father before. But he's a man with his head in the clouds more than often. How her father ever managed to be a studious young man was beyond her. He now prefers fiction over rock-hard facts, thus focusing on the little love stories he likes to make up in his chaotic storytelling mind. A loss for the wizarding world, really. There were several wizards and witches she had met who praised his work as a healer back in St. Mungo's. Now all they would focus on was whether he was married by now. If he had found a happy ever after, yuck. Cass did not see it. Though, she felt happy for whoever did. People were allowed to be happy and soar along with the swarms of butterflies in their bellies. But someone would have to come knocking on her door with far more than a pretty face. Meh.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No.
Is your character a Duellist? No.
Stats: STA - 7 | EVA - 8 | STR - 4 | WIS - 15 | ARC - 10 | ACC - 10
+4 from Quidditch Win, Broom Race Win #1, Broom Race Win #2, Broom Race Win #3
Abilities:
- Comprehend Languages: As soon as Cassanora was properly introduced to the wizarding world, her mind went to all sorts of subjects. Quickly taking an interest in the history behind magic, she delved into book after book she could find on one subject and the next. For hours on end, her grandparents would find her reading in her bedroom, the couch, at the dining table or even the kitchen counter. The girl would always have her nose stuck in a book. After some time, the girl would find herself getting stuck on cultures and societies within the world of magic. Some books were in strange languages or tried to discuss different tongues that she'd need to hear first in order to get where her book was getting at. Cecil, her grandfather would one day come upstairs to find his eldest grandchild screeching between her teeth and growling all sorts of harsh words at the mirror. At first dismissing her newest speech as pure fantasy, the old man let her be. But in time, he'd grow more and more weary of what the girl was up to and just how much time she wanted to invest in these theatrics. Eventually after explaining their situation to Cassanora's father, they would welcome a visitor. A small rotund man with large moustache and a long oval nose would introduce himself as an old schoolmate of her father. He carefully explained he was part-goblin and was asked to come and teach Cass a few lessons in his ancestors' tongue. Over the course of months the old friend would come and teach the young miss Browne what he could about the Goblin language. Given how the Goblin population was very present in the British wizarding society, Cassanora grew only more convinced these lessons would eventually help her find her place in this strange and curious world. Whenever she found any excuse to visit Diagon Alley with her father, she would ask him to pass by Gringotts. Not to ingratiate herself with the vile money-grabbing dwarfs that resided in there. But rather to try and listen to those few that stood outside and were gossiping in their native tongue. She would try to understand most of what they were conveying and sometimes even interrupt to ask them a question. Many Goblins gave the girl a curious look whenever they got interrupted by a foreign child mid-sentence and then were asked an explanation for their use of words. Over the years, it would grow to be one of Cassanora's funniest pastimes. And slowly some regular visitors of the bank would start to recognise her whenever she would wander about again. There were even a few that would encourage her and offer her assistance had she need for it. Yes, no one really hated "the girl that spoke their tongue".
- Non-Human Enthusiast: Cassanora's interests in the different layers of magical society only grew as she learned more and more of the inner workings and intricacies surrounding magic and magic users. As such she eventually reached the subject of those that were counted within the realm of beings but were often shunned by wizard kind throughout history. The young miss Browne quickly drew parallels with the muggle world her family was so used to living in and decided to investigate further on the root of these problems. Therefore, she had to breach the subjects of cultural differences and even the behaviour of these beings. The way their minds worked and how they viewed wizards and witches that were unsympathetic to the cause. She had learned her own mother was affected with lycanthropy when Cass herself was still very young. She had begun suspecting this may have been one of the reasons she left her and her father one day. Werewolves were often barred from living a normal life. In fact, that seemed to be a common trait amongst all of these races. Goblin revolutions were hammered down, centaurs were forced back into the woods, house-elves enslaved, dhampirs forced to hide and werewolves avoided. Who would ever wish such a fate upon anyone? Cassanora's gentle spirit guided her through learning this vast knowledge. She would try to seek for solutions or at the very least make a stand where she thought she would matter. Whenever she would meet any of the discriminated beings, she would approach them and try to befriend them. Trying to make it clear to them that change would be coming and how they would have found a friend in her. Some did not like her interference, others had been scared years before they met her and avoided any social contact in the hopes of staying out of conflict. There were the few who appreciated her spirit and kindness though. And in return they willingly shared their own perspectives with the young girl. From a part-giant boy with weird facial hair that pointed out how he was being watched with argus eyes to a part-veela that would not even look in her general direction, she was met with all sides of the problem. Over time her interests would label her as a non-human enthusiast back in Beauxbatons. Perhaps even their staunchest defender. It was one way Cass would stand out from her peers. If these outcasts wouldn't come up for themselves, she would sure take it upon her to both learn and stand up for their lives.
- Poison Resistance: Whilst her father might be a healer first and foremost, to many of their surprise, the girl did not take up his passion of those particular arts. Instead, she chose to use the bits of knowledge he did share to advance the one subject she did feel attracted to: Potions. Her father, being an ex-healer, did know his way around the brewing table. It was mandatory to have a certain level of understanding potions and their effects and uses when it came to healing. Cass was not looking to be limited to that field, however. From a young age, she grew fascinated by the many properties of a plethora of plants and herbs. How different ingredients such as bugs were to be added to the mix in a particular way. Her attention to detail fed into this. It was fascinating and inspiring in and of itself. In the time she spent studying at Beauxbatons, she was of course met with a broader aspect of the subject. The presence of the school's Alchemist Guild was proof of how the French school was proud of their collective knowledge base. It did not take long for Cass to set her mind to one day gaining entry to the prestigious guild. And if she was determined to impress on entry, she'd have to somehow prove her own understanding. In her child's mind, she immediately believed that the meaner the potion, the better the reputation in this case. Though, she quickly had to face defeat in even attempting a first stage of picking up any of those increasingly difficult recipes. So she chose to tackle it differently. Starting at the bottom and slowly working her way up in gaining more understanding of the various dangers potions could bring in both brewing them and applying them. In studying the multitude of poisons and their cures, there did come a point where testing was required. Through a plethora of small experiments, Cass sought out her own limitations and crossing lines. For the more dangerous ones, or when a particularly tricky recipe called for it, she'd make sure she was under direct supervision. Either by a professor, her father or even Nora if she were at home in the recent vacations, she'd try to get the most out of these lessons. In the few years she had been practising, Cassanora was able to boost her own metabolism. Building up a resistance to most common poisons, or at least grow familiar with the more obvious effects when applied to her body. If her knowledge would not be convincing enough in a few years, at least her body would be living proof of her learning curve.
- Impartial: Whenever her father would breach the topic of whether she had met anyone interesting yet in her life, Cassanora would sigh and let her silence do the talking. Boys, girls, or people in general, … hardly mattered when it came to her time. Time she needed to read, to brew, to analyse. What was a stupid boy's bravado worth against figuring out a quicker process of distillation? Or why would any girl talk with her about their next hunt for a handbag when they could be hunting for toadstools and collect varying samples. The revelations there could be endless, that new handbag would be replaced next season.
So her father would be left without a reply, as a reply. If he felt particularly insistent and gathering information, she'd offer a glare or a shrug as an alternative. Depending on what mood she was in, or rather, how important her work was in that moment. The truth of the matter was that there was no interest. She could not help herself rolling her eyes whenever some kid got it in their head to try to draw some attention to themselves. Which would always fold out into a pathetic puppet show of butterflies and heartbreak. Which equated to more time wasted on stupid poetry slung from a balcony in the name of romance. Spoiler alert: the people who tried that, ended up dead. Besides, the vines that engulfed Juliet's balcony were far more interesting than whatever Romeo wrapped his words in.
She just did not understand. Cassanora tried explaining it to her father before. But he's a man with his head in the clouds more than often. How her father ever managed to be a studious young man was beyond her. He now prefers fiction over rock-hard facts, thus focusing on the little love stories he likes to make up in his chaotic storytelling mind. A loss for the wizarding world, really. There were several wizards and witches she had met who praised his work as a healer back in St. Mungo's. Now all they would focus on was whether he was married by now. If he had found a happy ever after, yuck. Cass did not see it. Though, she felt happy for whoever did. People were allowed to be happy and soar along with the swarms of butterflies in their bellies. But someone would have to come knocking on her door with far more than a pretty face. Meh.