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APPERANCE. ──── main faceclaim ; angel jose Her skin has the colour of warm umber, her dark curls are often braided in various hairstyles, her favourite being marley twist or micro braids. She has dark brown, lingering on black siren eyes, sharp features, soft and round lips. Her height is slightly above average. Her nails are always done, and she smells like firewood, moss and cocoa. ────────────────── PERSONNALITY. She reeks of life, noise and chaos. She is confident, knows her worth, and at times can be borderline cocky. She is loyal and passionate, she has the ego of a lake and a heart to match it. She is also strong minded and stubborn, never rarely wrong, and loves to win. Easy going, loving, and open minded, but she will bite back if poked around, and has zero tolerance for bullies. Oh, and she is absolutely lovesick about her fiancée.

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❝I am my own dream, I am.❞ ───────────────────────── malaika . ❝angel❞ omenuko . ❝resourceful❞ date of birth . 20/03/1997 bloodstatus . wizardborn animagus form . ocelot patronus form . dragonfly ───────────────────────── Her bat is called Fangs, it is old and slightly deformed. Malaika rescued her from being euthanized and sold to a taxidermy shop in Londonien black market, and Fangs has been following her every since. No slander or mockery will be authorized, this is her baby.

DETAILS AND QUIRKS.

☘︎ — a name is given to every single one of the plants she tends to, and she likes it when students follows. ☘︎ — would frequently be found purring, sun bathing in the middle of the greenhouses, under her animagus form. ☘︎ — akinyi and her friends always have a fresh vase of flowers in her office, one mal picks for her every three days. ☘︎ — she has tattoos : fireflies going from her wrist to her shoulder in a swirly pattern ; an ocelot on her back ; spirals behind her ear ; various plants growing on her arms and legs ; a runic inscription on her back, one she let aki pick and to this day doesn't know what she wrote. ☘︎ — has a custom made leather jacket with a handpainted illustration behind and some details stitched! it is abstract, very colorful, and she is often recognised by it. she owns an old brown one as well, it was gifted to her by an old biker who lost a bet and had no means of payment.

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☘︎ — always have paint somewhere, whether it's in-between her fingers, behind her ear... ☘︎ — she loathes wasting and pollution, always tries to promote a healthier and more responsible attitude. she loves compositing and will chase you if you do not. ☘︎ — she is a vegetarian, trying very hard to go vegan. ☘︎ — whole heartedly believes singing to plants makes them thrive, is frequently found humming or chanting songs while tending to the greenhouses. ☘︎ — calls every student ‘dear’ or ‘darling’, ‘sweetheart’ or ‘champ’ for the youngest. she also likes to high five them. ☘︎ — she believes in a higher power, and with aki's runic help she casts protection spells and such! she is not religious however, simply spiritual, and believes in respecting the spirits of nature and mother earth for everything that is granted to her. meditates a lot.

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BACKSTORY. Malaika Omenuko was born on the day of the spring equinox — the 20th of March, 1997 — in a small village near the border of Congo. Neera Omenuko followed suit, a few minutes after her twin sister, though those few minutes would automatically determine their relationship hierarchy, Malaika being considered the eldest daughter of her family. Her very first memory is the vision of a daylily bathed in sunlight, leaning on her infant face with infinite delicacy. Laughter and glee always filled the room whenever she woke up, those who had seen her as a tiny human would describe her as an incandescently happy baby. Or perhaps the contrasts of young laughter with the outer world was so strong it left such a vivid impression on them.

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The Second Congo War had begun a year after their first birthday — but neither she nor her family would be here to witness its end. In 1999, when Malaika was reaching the ripe age of a two year old infant, Ayani and Kuyana took both of their daughters and fled their country. They breached Uganda's border at the end of the summer, and by the beginning of the new millennium they had found their new home.

Malaika grew up happy, shielded from the horrors of her home country, which she appeared to have blocked — to the relief of her parents, both deeply emotionally scarred from the war. Her father has lost half of his leg in a mine that nearly killed him, and though through plants with healing properties and potions he had recovered his lost limb, violent pains still seized him abruptly, without reason. He had developed a habit of wearing crutches, though his daughter was half convinced the rigidity of his legs were due to mental blockages. Her mother had also been deeply affected, though her wound was hidden beneath a never ending layer of love for her daughters and her husband.

Her childhood unfolded to the rhythm of her parents' atelier — they had managed to conserve their reputation as esteemed potion makers, now offering their services to Uganda. Perhaps desiring to fill the silence that often reigned in her house, Malaika had grown into a turbulent child, full of life, noise and chaos. This resulted in countless punitions, which mostly consisted of her tending to the family's greenhouse, where her parents grew and harvested the ingredients for their potion. There was rarely an ingredient they didn't already possess, which fueled their reputation as one of the country's finest potion makers. What was supposed to be a punitive task was actually greatly enjoyed by their eldest — by a few minutes — daughter, who in time harboured a strong passion for herbology and its wonders.

Her twin sister was the light of her world, her firefly — their parents had respectively attributed the images of a dragonfly and a firefly for their eldest and youngest daughter, and the imagery had stuck around. They would course through streams together, catch frogs only to release them, paint for hours on end, chase each other through the fields and frolic through fields looking for certain plants and ingredients. A part of her died with her. On a rainy day of November, 2004, a driver lost control of his truck. Neera died on the spot, with nothing to salvage or heal. Grief blinded her, staggering towards their secret hideaway, before crumbling onto the dampened earth and screaming her pain to the sky, sun, whoever was listening. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she laid on the side, head against the ground. A circle of daylilies had bloomed around her, petals the exact hue the eyes of her sister would shift into upon laughing. Her first instance of magic left a profound impact on her psyche, and from this day onward Malaika swore to love, live and laugh harder than ever. For Neera.

Upon her eleventh birthday she was accepted in Uagadou. Her scholarship unfolded not without a few scratches — she got into detention more than once, actively advocated for animal rights, climate change and other environmental causes, and was

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regularly caught sneaking into the herbology class to admire rare, more dangerous plants. Wandless magic was second nature to her, and still today she has trouble adapting to a wand, preferring using her hands.

FIOM | TW : GRIEF, DEATH. It was the 27th of November, 2004. Malaika was seven years old, laying in bed, eyes fixed on a distant point of the ceiling. Rain tapped the window, nothing that hinted at the rain pour that would crumble from the sky mere minutes afterwards. Neera had wandered alone today, having argued with her sister about the danger of adventuring on their own. Though technically twins, they were drastically different on matters where one would be required to be bold, reckless or fearless. Thus while Malaika had been the one to remain behind closed doors, anxiety still drilled its way into her bones. Between the twins, there was never telepathy or mind communication — they disagreed more often than not —, but there was a thin thread that linked them, one which often made the other aware of the emotions of the first. Right now, that thread was screaming bad omens at Malaika’s face. Abandoning her stubbornness, she jumped out of bed as soon as she heard the rain intensifying, set on dragging her sister back to their house by every means. Pushing the large entrance doors, she stepped in the pouring rain, one hand attempting to prevent the droplets of water from completely blinding her, eyes narrowed. “NEERA!” She screamed, trying to spot her volatile sister. Tires were heard on the main road, and all birds appeared to have vanished, as though they knew what was about to occur.

It happened in a blink.

Her sister emerged from the forest, running down straight towards the road. Malaika shouted her name, waving. Neera stopped, pivoting towards their house. Malaika saw her face lit up, split into a smile as she raised a hand, lips beginning to form the first syllable of whatever story she had encountered during her explorations. Malaika was frantically waving, shouting, running towards her, as the headlights grew more visible. Neera heard the engine, turned around slowly, so slowly. Looked Death in the eye. And got hit.

Malaika didn't know what happened following this. Her parents said she rushed towards her sister, wading in a pond of water and blood, the crimson liquid being slowly washed away by the rain. Tried to lift her up. To shake her. In vain. An hour later, as medics took away her sister’s body, a hand dangling out of the tray, Malaika stood there, eyes glassy, unable to feel the weight of her mother's body pressed against her. The world had lost its sound, its touch, its colour. Nothing existed anymore. And then everything came back full force. And she ran. Without a destination in mind, her steps found the way to their secret hiding spot, with a rudimentary cabin in the process of being built. Soon, they will finish it. Soon. Soon Neera would come back, and they would furnish it and pick flowers to decorate the windows, and steal curtains from the kitchen, and bake cookies and muffins and have tea there every Sunday, and— she fell to her knees, hands digging into the soil, forehead against the ground, face distorted in the ugly expression of someone whose pain, anger, guilt, despair is trying to come out of her body by every mean possible. A terrifying cry, or scream, or something else came out of her throat, ending in uncontrollable sobs and whimpers. Minutes, or hours passed, and once there were no more trees to hit, grass to pull or voice to scream, she laid on her side, in the grass, staring at the void.

When, upon dinnertime, her mother came to find her — they had a clear vision of their cabin from the house —, Malaika sat up. Around her, in a prefect circle, had bloomed hundreds of daylilies, their red and orange hues reflecting the dying sun. Tears started streaming down once more, until a singular sight interrupted her. A firefly flew to one of them, landing on its petals. A firefly. Shaking, Malaika extended a hand, and the insect gently hoovered atop of it, its light casting a gentle glow over the skin of her hand. A chuckle, impossible sound, given the graveyard her heart was, escaped her, and it flew away. Many months later, once her heart had made space around her grief, Malaika swore to live, swore to love and laugh and lose, and still be kind, and to be fearless and passionate and to bring joy to those around her — she swore to live the life Neera couldn't have to the fullest. For her firefly.

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PINTEREST — paperflowers ❝ I FOUND YOU WITHOUT LOOKING, AND I LOVE YOU WITHOUT TRYING. ❞ ────────────────── Akinyi ran into her on a sunny day of June, near the end of their fifth year. The two girls collided, and the elegant girl did not apologise, gathered her books before dropping a condescending remark and leaving. Malaika had fallen in love. From then, the cheeky girl deployed inhuman efforts and tactics to earn her attention, without much success. Upon learning her interest in potions, she pulled some strings.

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────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── She managed to get one of her future wife's friends to casually mention 'nationally renowned potion makers' were in need of an intern. The next month Akinyi was standing at their doorstep. To Malaika's disarray, she cared more for dusty tomes than her lively presence, and the dragonfly soon resorted to make one of her potions explode to her face, which finally earned her beauty's hatred attention. She did not mind the hostility, as long as Akinyi's doe eyes were looking at her. ─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Followed suit, a long period of at first hateful, then playful banter. Clever-eyed, Malaika soon learned to lean on Aki's competitive attitude, and upon winning a bet she asked her on a date, to which the princess reluctantly agreed. A week later Mal had won her first kiss, and she had now a blushing Akinyi's full attention. During this period, Mal kept tending to her parents' greenhouse, and was hired as an assistant in the Uagadou Kusoma Kwa Maisha — Wildlife and Nature — classes. Once her apprenticeship ended, Akinyi returned to school and Malaika travelled the world, perhaps running from the peasant atmosphere of her home. Fascinated in herbology, she traveled to various countries, studying rare flora, painting and discovering new landscapes. Her favourite visit was Brazil, and she remained six months in this marvelous country, set on bringing her lover here one day.

Once her travels reached an end, Mal followed Aki to Kenya, her home country, where the two girls settled for a couple of years. Malaika found a job at a local museum, in the herbaceous section, which allowed her to keep discovering and studying new plants. After months of seeing her girlfriend suffer from massive headaches due to a tricky translation, she pleaded for her to take a break, and took her to Brazil. There, to her greatest happiness and surprise, Akinyi proposed — something she had been planning to do as well, resulting in an endearing double proposal. When they returned, her fiancée heard of a position of Professor of Runes available in Hogwarts. Thrilled for such an occasion, the two girls decided to move to England. For a few months Malaika remained at home, caring for her fiancée and supporting her new career choices, until she heard of an opening for the post of Professor of Herbology, at Hogwarts.

statistics.

stamina 11. ──── this serves as a numerical representation of how durable a person is.
evasion 12. ──── this is the representation of how good a person is at avoiding attacks.
strength 10. ──── this is how physically powerful a person is, used in physical attacks.
wisdom 15. ──── this is how good a person is at casting, controlling magic and noticing.
arc power 2. ──── this is how powerful and damaging a person's magical attacks are.
accuracy 20. ──── this is how accurate someone's action will be, physical or magical.

abilities.

evasive maneuvers y1. ──── this person is faster than the wind and coursing rivers.
fearless y2. ──── this person has mastered the ability of facing their deepest fears.
charmer y3. ──── this person is distracting, and knows how to get into other's hearts.
patronus y4. ──── this person's patronus is a dragonfly, the wandering glider species.
nonverbal magic y5. ──── this person is able to cast spells without uttering a word.
wandless magic y6. ──── this person is able to cast spells without using their wand.
animagus form y7. ──── this person is now capable to transform into an ocelot.

adult advancement log.

adult one I. ──── chosen advancement is statistics, distributed to wisdom and stamina.

ministry animagus file.

I. Wizard Name. ──── Malaika Omenuko
II. Animal ──── Ocelot ; Leopardus pardalis.
III. Description ──── PHOTOGRAPH. An ocelot is a medium sized spotted wild cat with black markings on a creamy, tawny mane, and golden brown eyes.
IV. Distinctive Marking──── Her spots climb in a swirly pattern around her frontal right leg, mimicking the spiralling fireflies tattoo she has on her right arm. This one is the most visible, but if one looks attentively enough, other of her tattoos are mimicked throughout her body by her spots — spiral near her left ear, something resembling letters on her back, and abstract plants on her ventral legs.

animagus point distribution.

size. ──── medium.
skills. ──── claws (1 pt), bite (1 pt)
stats. ──── sta 10 | eva 12 | str 11 | wis 7 | acc 15

WARDROBE. Malaika is a firm believer that what a person wears is a direct window to their soul. Thus, every single piece of tissu and jewelry she puts on her body is an exact reflection of her heart. One would hear her arrive from a mile away — clicking with chunky bracelets, bangles, thick rings and as many necklaces as one can wear. A carabiner is always hanging from her left belt loop, with more keychains than keys, and tiny pieces of jewelry are often embedded in her hair. Her wardrobe consists of hippy, earthy tones — she wears vintage jeans with embroided motifs, fun tops, flowy dresses, maxi skirts, paired with fuzzy coats or leather jackets. For shoes, though she possess an impressive collection of heels and other footwear, she always appear to go back to brown biker boots. Every single one of her clothes are either thrifted or second hand, and same goes for her jackets, footwear and bags. Fashion is something she dearly enjoys, and it shows.

Malaika often carries a whole bundle of things within the bowels of her bags, a firm believer that someday one of those items will prove useful. It already has, at times! Who would not love to blow a few bubbles in between tears?

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WHAT'S IN HER BAG? Objects that would typically be found in her bag are : glasses, earphones, a claw clip and some stray hair ties, her current read, fruits, her journal, a postcard, some dried herbs, stamps, candies, wallet and keys, paint supplies, crystals, and jewelry.

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Occasionally one might find incense, tea bags, bubbles, tiny rocks, a half-crushed can, some change, and anything remotely pretty that had the chance of being noticed.

One item she particularly cherish is a custom leather jacket with hand-painted illustrations and hand weaved beads representing abstract images in some of her favourite hues. It is iconic, and she frequently gets remembered by it in bars or during her trips. Quotes are also stitched in various languages to its sleeves. The jacket was thrifted in Brazil, and she spent an entire week decorating it herself, drawing after drawing, until she was satisfied with the result.

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Her last two iconic pieces are her bike — a '45 Indian Chief with brown and beige seat she cares for like her child — and her other leather jacket, a dusty brown one with the color fading off at some places. It was gifted to her by an old biker who had lost a bet and had no means of payment other than his jacket.

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Malaika is an animagus. Her animagus form is an ocelot, a medium sized spotted wild cat with black markings on a creamy, tawny mane, and golden brown eyes. Her spots climb in a swirly pattern around her frontal right leg, mimicking the spiralling fireflies tattoo she has on her right arm. This one is the most visible, but if one looks attentively enough, other of her tattoos are mimicked throughout her body by her spots — spiral near her left ear, something resembling letters on her back, and abstract plants on her ventral legs. Malaika can often be seen climbing trees, running around the grounds, or lingering around the greenhouses. She adores her animagus form, transforming often and thus controlling it perfectly.

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OOC INFORMATIONS ───────────────────────── This encyclopedia was coded by Elena Clark, with the assistance of Camille de Varenne. Inspiration was taken from Stella Bianchi's and Esme Hestridge's work. student account e. clark ooc alias lena owls / dms open yes! v. petrovskaya inpc she/her pronouns caelifer. discord I am open to threading with students, don't hesitate to owl me, though I am currently still settling and will need a bit of time before I am able to roleplay. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions or suggestions. CURRENT PROJECTS : to-do list below (^^)

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PHOTOGRAPHY ───────────────────────── NAME : MALAIKA OMENUKO ──────────────────────────────────

TO-DO LIST

THREADS

જ⁀➴ [starter] — laugh with every stranger ; @santiago peralta જ⁀➴ [starter] — chivalry fell on its sword ; @samuel sauber જ⁀➴ [starter] — so long, we'd become the flowers ; @katherine townsend જ⁀➴ [starter] — how could I fear any hurricane? ; @hadrian hsia જ⁀➴ [reply] — nobody's soldier ; @fire davis | link જ⁀➴ [reply] — hymn to virgil ; @akinyi odera | link

STATUS: IN PROGRESS. STATUS: NOT STARTED. STATUS: NOT STARTED. STATUS: NOT STARTED. STATUS: NOT STARTED. STATUS: NOT STARTED.

UPCOMING THREADS (aka not mine to start)

જ⁀➴ I will not ask, and neither should you ; @arkady piecyk
જ⁀➴ where nature unmakes the boundary ; @ginyami midorimori
જ⁀➴ don't fall away from me ; @ santiago peralta

OTHER

જ⁀➴ herbology thingies — relaxing corner, rewrite homework Y1 [b]જ⁀➴ [/b] make my girl a new rp post + a new banner

STATUS: IN PROGRESS. STATUS: NOT STARTED.