Melor Baskakova Durmstrang

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖊 Student of Durmstrang Institute, Second Year

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ

SUCESSORS This birth marked a significant event as Vyacheslav and Emin finally had an offspring to continue on their lineage, a stressed matter as the couple had tried for years only to be successful in their early forties. Time was of the essence, and when they finally had, not one but two offspring, Melor and Ivan, it was considered the answer to their prayers. Carrying on the lineage of the Baskakova's was not only a sign of honor but of necessity, Vyacheslav was determined that his name would soon be more respected by the head of the family, The Vinogradov, using the twins to grow their influence. As one may have hypothesized, the twins were raised to be the perfect sons, one that reflected all of Vyacheslav's desires and aspirations. Everything he failed to accomplish would be done through his children, thus forth the couple was extremely strict with their upbringing. Ivan and Melor spent all their time fulfilling their parents' countless tasks: making them read hours per day, extensive exercise routines, etiquette classes, and any other extracurriculars they could conjure to ensure for certain that the children would always be in their prime. Sharp in mind and agility, they were considered utter perfection in the flawed vision of the Baskakova couple. The family consisted of two pureblood families, the Baskakova's and the Kara's. Reducio The Bakir and the Baskakova, the relationship consists of a sickening feud that runs deep into the veins between the two families. The wound is still fresh, writhing and festering within the hatred caused by the recent past they share. It was the fallout of an unmeasurable tragedy, all due the selfish desires that grew like viruses within the hearts of the Baskakova. It was in the last 60 years that this betrayal happened, the beginning of a battle that could maybe never be won… The relationship had begun more within the range 0f 150-100 years from the present day, the Bakir was a family of pureblooded descent with a long history of influential figures; whilst the Baskakova at the time was that of a vassal family living in extreme poverty. They owed the main branch, the Vinogradov, a large sum of money, the years of nonpayment was finally catching up to them and the Vinogradov had had enough with them. They gave them a deadline, forcing them to either pay a minimum of the money or the consequences. At this time they had barely enough money to feed themselves, often relying on the kindness of the Bakir, a family filled with artisans, scientists, and more, to help pay off simple grocery bills. They initially met originally due to a specific family member’s antique shop that the Baskakova’s would buy from, restoring and resell in auctions. They once again turn to their dear generous friends, asking them for a loan to pay the Vinogradov and save their heads, promising to give them back every cent when possible. But when the Baskakova got the money, they disappeared, abandoning the Bakir despite the amount of money being even a dent into their account. The Baskakova were able to pay off their debt, with a change of heart, they were sick of being the poor charity family, opting instead to do whatever it took to gain influence and money fast. Even going as far as to try and to compete with the Bakir, the idea of wealth corrupted them, doing every dirty unspeakable task that the Vinogradov asked of them. They quickly climbed up the scale, leaving the Bakir behind considering them weak for sharing their money, considering this the consequence of their kindness. The Baskakova had gone from a mere vassal family to one of the main three, a task often deemed impossible… One that had only been made possible due to that small loan. Ever since that, the descendants have continued this ideology of hate towards one another. Reducio Growing up Melor was always marked as a soul-less child, lacking emotions so much so that he seemed more mannequin than the average child. His personality was often being described by others as cold and robotic, as if programmed to be the desired son and nothing else, showing his extreme intelligent and strength but lack of emotion. Partial to the belief why many think he is has 'no mercy' torwards other's pain is because he himself cannot feel it, as he suffers from Hereditary Sensory and Autonomic Neuropathy type ll (HSAN2). This is a hereditary disease that Melor was passed down from the maternal side of his family, a condition in which the sensory nerves fail to deliver, or connect, information to the brain. This doesn't just end at pain, as Melor also can't taste foods, cannot feel what he touches, or temperatures, only being able to feel, what can be best described as, the pressure of objects/items when he touches them. He often seems extremely detached from the world around him and refers to himself in third person (illeism), which many see as a trait of narcissm, which doesn't help the young man's already intimidating reputation. But others can attribute to the fact that it has somewhat to do with barrier between him and the English language, as Russian is his first language. He often comes off as rude as he is extremely blunt with his delivery of words, he has little to no fear and has no problem saying what's on his mind, but even despite this he is often extremely quiet and tactiful being more of an introvert. But besides all that is painstakingly obvious, Melor loves art with a deep passion, which can be considered extremely ironic as art is all about conveying emotion whilst he struggles with it. Melor, much like his twin brother, is nothing short of a tall and handsome young man. But unlike his elder brother, Melor was of a solid build and broader build, built more like a soldier with very sharp virile features. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Soulless, that's what they were, like smooth grey charcoal, except unlike the mineral there was no hope or even flicker of warmth within them. His voice was deep and rich, it seemed to create booming reverberations where ever the boy went. Melor's hair was always well-kept, and the color of ink black sleek and cascades a past his mid-back. His complexion was like that of snow, yet despite that his skin was hard to redden, mostly likely due to having grown thicker skin having dealt with HSAN2 for the entirety of life. This disorder also caused significant changes in his appearance such as lots of scarring, but due to being raised magical heritage his disorder was easily combatted and the demands could be better met through wizarding healing. Melor also can be seen often with bandages and bloodied lips, as not feeling pain has caused more accidents than one can count, but with age it has become more and more manageable for the boy. Also whenever he reads or studies an object up close he puts on his silver thin-rimmed rectangular glasses. Melor's face is also adorned with a charismatic thin-lips, sharp-angled eyebrows, dark grey cat-like eyes with crow's feet, long dimples, high cheekbones, great posture, and is always sharply dressed. Reducio Melor's first instance of magic was during roughly around the age of five years old, growing up Ivan and Melor were not allowed to have friends, as it was considered a waste of time and because of stranger danger. Instead they were made to do every task assigned to them by their parents, but by how fate had it Melor made a friend. It was the day in which Vyacheslav and Emin decided to give their sons' a reward and take them to a nearby playground. Whilst there Melor had ran into a girl roughly around his own age, Melor stood confused as the girl beckoned him to play tag with her, and being a young child that's exactly what he did. But this did not come without consequence, as Melor fell and unbeknowest to himself he had sprained his ankle, but not being able to feel this he continued his games. By the time they had gotten home, his ankle had swollen up, and his parent's begun to scold him on his carelessness and warned him about friends. This had caused some sort of swirled emotions start to build-up in child's chest until he exploded, as did all the fine china in the cabinets nearby did.... Reducio WARNING: May be uncomfortable to read for some, also this section about this disorder was an ai generated summary provided by google gemini. But I have very well done my own extensive research to properly represent this genetic trait. Hereditary Sensory and Autonomic Neuropathy type II (HSAN2) is a rare genetic disorder that primarily affects the sensory nerve cells (neurons). These neurons are responsible for transmitting information about sensations like pain, temperature, and touch to the brain. In individuals with HSAN2, these sensations are impaired. Sensory Impairment: The most prominent feature is a reduced ability to feel pain, temperature, and touch, particularly in the hands and feet. This often begins as numbness. Early Onset: Symptoms typically start in infancy or early childhood. Unnoticed Injuries: Due to the lack of pain sensation, injuries like cuts, burns, and fractures can go unnoticed and untreated, leading to complications such as ulcers and infections. Self-Mutilation: Some affected individuals may unintentionally injure themselves, such as by biting their tongue, lips, or fingers. Autonomic Involvement: In some cases, there can be mild abnormalities in the autonomic nervous system, which controls involuntary functions like heart rate, digestion, and breathing. This can manifest as digestive issues or slow reflexes. Progressive Nature: The sensory deficits tend to worsen over time. Genetic Basis: HSAN2 is caused by mutations in specific genes and is usually inherited in an autosomal recessive pattern, meaning both parents must carry a copy of the mutated gene for the child to be affected. Several subtypes (HSAN2A, HSAN2B, etc.) are associated with different gene mutation.

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THE КАРА The КАРА's are a pure-blooded family lineage filled with a long history of shaman's with the special ability of visions and prophesizing. The family takes pride in their long with-standing prevalence within the wizarding world, being one of the most eldest and direct lineages in Russia but the lineage being as ancient as it is small and withering, their glory not as high as it once was. They are catergorized within the groups of Indigenous populations of Siberia, more specifically belonging the turkic ethnic group known as the Altaians [Алтайлар]. The reason of their past succession as shamans, as mentioned earlier, was their special gift of visions and extreme wisdom which is now more commonly known as the hereditary, yet rare, talent of Seer. As the gift often skips down generation, for years the КАРА's held traditions for each child born in hopes and prayers that they would receive the gift of visions and carry on the family's gift and name. They were and are most well known in the school of Koldovstoretz, but have had family go to Durmstang just as well. But the hereditary of Sight isn't the only passing gene through generations, as also Hereditary Sensory and Autonomic Neuropathy type ll (HSAN2) is also a recessive condition that tends to skip generations within the lineage. This condition causes it's host to feel little to no pain at all, this is due to the fact that the sensory nerves does not effectively communicate with the brain. Although the family has strong history, again, the family is mostly dwindling out only a few members still being from the main lineage, including Emin Baskakov [formerly KARA] and her son Melor Baskakov, who received one of the rare genes of the KAPA'S [HSAN2].

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There are many types of monsters that scare me: Monsters who cause trouble without showing themselves, monsters who devour dreams, monsters who suck blood... and then, monsters who tell nothing but lies. Lying monsters are a real nuisance: They are much more cunning than others. They pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart; they eat even though they've never experienced hunger; they study even though they have no interest in academics; they seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. If I were to encounter such monsters, I would likely be eaten by them... because in truth, I am that monster.