Serafine Mazouz Durmstrang

[font=times new roman]........ PERSONALITY ........[/font]

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[font=times new roman]A fiery soul burns within this chaotic gremlin child, scorching anything that dares to put a damper on it. Rough around the edges and certainly not the least bit refined, the spitfire leaves a wake of destruction in her path and doesn't care to amend the damage. Any obstacle in her path better watch out, she's not one to beat around the bush on matters. In fact, she would rather beat up the bush that stands in her way. She prefers to solve problems with her fists, which produces questionable results, but results nonetheless. Sera's moral compass is more of a metronome, constantly in limbo between creating an unbridled chaos or lending a hand for the greater good. Upon simmering down, you'll find Sera to be much more tolerable after her explosive front has exhausted itself. Her loyalty is fierce and only earned once, woe to those who betray her trust and find themselves on the receiving end of her left-hook. Her ostentatious behavior stems from a deep-rooted longing for her oft-absent parents, who although rich beyond measure, could not pay proper attention to their daughter. In their absence, Sera found herself filling the void with a newfound independence and a knack for attracting trouble wherever she tromped around. The lack of authority to rein in the child led to an unbridled thirst for rebellion against the imaginary cage of stuffy pureblood life. Unabashedly rude and lacking in the most basic of manners, her gauche behavior would make even the most stoic of people scoff and upturn their noses. [/font]

[font=times new roman].......... HISTORY.......... [/font]

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[font=times new roman]Fate thought it would be a cruel prank to throw the uncouth child into a world where every move she made would be stipulated against her family's honour and reputation. Born into the eccentric Mazouz family in a quaint village overlooking the southern coast of Greece, it was clear from a young age that pureblood life did not fit the young girl who would rather tromp around in dungarees in mud than pirouetting for a pretentious crowd. Her father and mother were magizoologists of great renown, which attributed to their familiar absence in Sera's childhood. The birth of their daughter was a joyous day for the couple, though it wasn't long before both were called away once more to a life that never stood still enough for the family to settle their roots. Although their absence made Sera ache for the parents she rarely had a moment's glimpse of, she did not resent them. The lack of her parent's presence in her life allowed the young girl more freedom to explore what made her an individual rather than forced to live up to the unrealistic expectations placed upon the shoulders of children by their overbearing parents. Sera was raised by a handful of nannies that came and went, though none stayed too long to make a lasting impression upon the girl or curb her rebellious nature. In fact, her first accidental magic sent the family's tenth nanny running for the door and quitting a day before the paycheque arrived. During one of Sera's many tempermental fits, the nanny stopped mid-scolding when she realised her bonnet had fused to her hair, not wanting to budge from her head even after the old woman tugged at the fabric helplessly. It was subtle enough that no one would suspect the seven year old child, although the nanny swore she could've seen a smirk on Sera's face as the woman ran past. Of course, there was no evidence of glue to suggest Sera was the mastermind behind the hair-raising incident, but that didn't stop the girl from having a good giggle at it. She would continue to harass and subject her poor caretakers to "cruel and unusual" punishment, which came in the form of elaborate pranks that left each nanny either bald, covered in paint, or completely soaked in dirty river water. Over the summer of 2019, Sera and her parents moved to Bulgaria, where the majority of her parents’ research was conducted, in an effort to rekindle a relationship between them before Sera was to attend the nearby wizarding school of Durmstrang. It was a short-lived dream for those few months where the young girl would wake up to delicious breakfast made by her mother instead of a nanny and fell asleep to the stories told by her father as the glow of the last log in the fireplace faded to ash. It wasn’t long before her parents were swept up in another adventure that would span across several months, ripping them away from their daughter once more. Upon her admittance into Durmstrang, Sera could now harness the energy she put into her mischievous mishaps and put it towards a more useful goal of competing with her fellow students to become a powerful wizard, not only in magic but in strength as well. [/font]

[font=times new roman].......... APPEARANCE......... [/font]

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[font=times new roman]Standing at a whopping 5'2", Sera wouldn't be intimidating except for the fact that she makes up for her lack in height with a temper that will knock you down to her level. A twig of a lass, she can surprisingly land a staggering punch with a power that comes from protein shakes made out of pure spite. Curly locks of dark cinnamon brown cascade around Sera like the serpents that cling to Medusa's head, often snarled from a lack of brushing that hardly tames the beastly thing. In her deceptively soft fawn-coloured eyes lurks ambition, ready to tear anything down that stands in the way of what she desires. The summers spent under the Greek sun are evident by her warm beige skin, splashed here and there with golden freckles. As for attire, you would think someone coming from old money would be decadent in their appearance, but you'll be hard-pressed to find Sera basking in golden jewelry and the finest of threads when she's been wearing the same worn and faded dungarees for the third year straight. She has an assortment of odd accessories, from earrings made of ridiculous items (she's been wearing the worm-on-a-string earrings ever since she stumbled upon them in a muggle clothing store) to technicolour rhinestone boots that would blind you from the garishness of it all. [/font]