Koldovstoretz NPC
Name: Marcel Cvitković
PC Name: Charlotte Winfield
Year: 2nd year
Link to your Character Page: Here
Status: Half-Blood (Metamorphmagus)
Residence: Murmansk, Russia
Nationality: Croatian (PRP)
History:
A week before Marcel’s birth, his father disappeared. It had been a quiet day in that small emergency room, looking out over the expansive Adriatic Sea in Rovinj, but Klara Cvitković had summoned just enough courage to bring her son into the world, and with that last push it seemed all the hope was drained out of her and spread onto her one son.
Immediately after Marcel's birth, Klara fell into a deep depression. Barely able to take care of him, she was forced by her mother and father to move back in with them in Stari Grad. In a quaint family house just a small walk from the water, Marcel was quietly raised. His grandfather, a fisherman, spent early mornings out at sea, while his grandmother stayed home and kept the old house from falling apart. His mother was rarely home, often picking up various odd-jobs around town or hiding away at the bar until sunrise.
Early on, Marcel learned that there was very little he couldn't get away with. When he wanted to go out, he would go out. When he wanted to stay in, he stayed in. He could sleep when he wanted to, play when he wanted to, no matter the time of day. Oftentimes he would find himself stumbling down to the harbor and watching for fish, his nose just inches away from the cool surface.
He spent very little time engaging with the other children in town, though the island left very little space for solitude. Hidden in the shade of an olive tree, tucked behind the schoolhouse with a book, or, more often, encased in the comfort of his bed. Another thing he learned quite early was that his looks could be quite the weapon. Adults found him cute as a button. His female peers found him hopelessly attractive. Boys found him comically feminine. The older he got, the more comfortable he was using his beauty to get what he wanted.
At age 9, Marcel met his father. A lazy Saturday morning had been quickly derailed by a ferocious knock at the door, followed by a terse, emotional conversation between his grandmother and a strange man whose voice he didn’t recognize. Only a moment later, a man who looked strangely similar to him came marching in. The revelation that this strange man was actually his father, and had returned to connect the boy with his magical roots, sent Marcel’s life spiraling off-course.
There were exactly three days in-between the coming and the going, three days his father camped out at the hotel a few blocks down. He would come in the mornings to take Klara away, and they would walk the waterfront, chatting in low, angry voices. Marcel would watch from his bedroom window. It was the third day that Klara gave a tight nod and let her head fall in her hands. This was a relent. Giving her son away to his roots. And it had only taken her three days.
It was unclear to the boy, at least at first, that the few days he had spent packing and preparing to leave home would be his last ever seeing his mother and grandparents. It wasn’t until he was long off the island, interspersed with his father’s rich descriptions of distant fields and honor, that he discovered how wizards viewed nonmagi. This was when they came to Russia.
For one month, Marcel’s father worked tirelessly to educate his son on a small life’s worth of magical knowledge. He demonstrated elaborate spells Marcel had only dreamt of before, read him endless books on wizarding history. And still, Marcel rebelled. He would sneak away from lessons to lounge on the back deck, tuck the pages of old classics into his study books, do anything he could to remind his father of the betrayal he brought on by abandoning his family.
Despite nearly 10 years of living a nonmagi life, blissfully unaware of the wizarding world and his magical blood, Marcel was swept away by his father to attend Koldovstoretz.
After this day, Marcel developed a deep resentment for wizardry. He still attended Koldovstoretz per his father’s demand, but his commitment to a magical education was loose. He immediately gained a reputation for being notably lazy and uncaring, an unfamiliar experience for the boy who had once been so highly regarded by his peers.
First Magic:
At age 4, Marcel experienced his first encounter with magic. Klara had been convinced by her mother to take the small boy down to the beach for the evening, and she had promptly set up a towel on the sand and drifted off. Marcel, bored by his mother’s inactivity, wandered off into the water. The water stayed shallow for a ways, only reaching so far as his chin. Suddenly, though, he reached a drop-off, plummeting into the deep dark below. He clawed violently at the surface, unable to keep his little head above the water, when suddenly, a strong wind passed through. The current carried Marcel all the way back to the beach, before the water settled back as it was.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broomracer/Duelist? Quidditch (chaser)
Stats:
STAMINA: 7
EVASION: 10
STRENGTH: 5
WISDOM: 3
ARCANE POWER: 0
ACCURACY: 10
Special Race/Ability:
Metamorphmagus
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Marcel was allowed in on the strict instruction that he would not use his abilities to mimic other students for nefarious gain. His father was able to make a case for him as well, claiming that Marcel was well-trained and would not cause any trouble. This was, of course, a fabrication, but accurate enough to allow Marcel proper entry.
PC Name: Charlotte Winfield
Year: 2nd year
Link to your Character Page: Here
Status: Half-Blood (Metamorphmagus)
Residence: Murmansk, Russia
Nationality: Croatian (PRP)
History:
A week before Marcel’s birth, his father disappeared. It had been a quiet day in that small emergency room, looking out over the expansive Adriatic Sea in Rovinj, but Klara Cvitković had summoned just enough courage to bring her son into the world, and with that last push it seemed all the hope was drained out of her and spread onto her one son.
Immediately after Marcel's birth, Klara fell into a deep depression. Barely able to take care of him, she was forced by her mother and father to move back in with them in Stari Grad. In a quaint family house just a small walk from the water, Marcel was quietly raised. His grandfather, a fisherman, spent early mornings out at sea, while his grandmother stayed home and kept the old house from falling apart. His mother was rarely home, often picking up various odd-jobs around town or hiding away at the bar until sunrise.
Early on, Marcel learned that there was very little he couldn't get away with. When he wanted to go out, he would go out. When he wanted to stay in, he stayed in. He could sleep when he wanted to, play when he wanted to, no matter the time of day. Oftentimes he would find himself stumbling down to the harbor and watching for fish, his nose just inches away from the cool surface.
He spent very little time engaging with the other children in town, though the island left very little space for solitude. Hidden in the shade of an olive tree, tucked behind the schoolhouse with a book, or, more often, encased in the comfort of his bed. Another thing he learned quite early was that his looks could be quite the weapon. Adults found him cute as a button. His female peers found him hopelessly attractive. Boys found him comically feminine. The older he got, the more comfortable he was using his beauty to get what he wanted.
At age 9, Marcel met his father. A lazy Saturday morning had been quickly derailed by a ferocious knock at the door, followed by a terse, emotional conversation between his grandmother and a strange man whose voice he didn’t recognize. Only a moment later, a man who looked strangely similar to him came marching in. The revelation that this strange man was actually his father, and had returned to connect the boy with his magical roots, sent Marcel’s life spiraling off-course.
There were exactly three days in-between the coming and the going, three days his father camped out at the hotel a few blocks down. He would come in the mornings to take Klara away, and they would walk the waterfront, chatting in low, angry voices. Marcel would watch from his bedroom window. It was the third day that Klara gave a tight nod and let her head fall in her hands. This was a relent. Giving her son away to his roots. And it had only taken her three days.
It was unclear to the boy, at least at first, that the few days he had spent packing and preparing to leave home would be his last ever seeing his mother and grandparents. It wasn’t until he was long off the island, interspersed with his father’s rich descriptions of distant fields and honor, that he discovered how wizards viewed nonmagi. This was when they came to Russia.
For one month, Marcel’s father worked tirelessly to educate his son on a small life’s worth of magical knowledge. He demonstrated elaborate spells Marcel had only dreamt of before, read him endless books on wizarding history. And still, Marcel rebelled. He would sneak away from lessons to lounge on the back deck, tuck the pages of old classics into his study books, do anything he could to remind his father of the betrayal he brought on by abandoning his family.
Despite nearly 10 years of living a nonmagi life, blissfully unaware of the wizarding world and his magical blood, Marcel was swept away by his father to attend Koldovstoretz.
After this day, Marcel developed a deep resentment for wizardry. He still attended Koldovstoretz per his father’s demand, but his commitment to a magical education was loose. He immediately gained a reputation for being notably lazy and uncaring, an unfamiliar experience for the boy who had once been so highly regarded by his peers.
First Magic:
At age 4, Marcel experienced his first encounter with magic. Klara had been convinced by her mother to take the small boy down to the beach for the evening, and she had promptly set up a towel on the sand and drifted off. Marcel, bored by his mother’s inactivity, wandered off into the water. The water stayed shallow for a ways, only reaching so far as his chin. Suddenly, though, he reached a drop-off, plummeting into the deep dark below. He clawed violently at the surface, unable to keep his little head above the water, when suddenly, a strong wind passed through. The current carried Marcel all the way back to the beach, before the water settled back as it was.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broomracer/Duelist? Quidditch (chaser)
Stats:
STAMINA: 7
EVASION: 10
STRENGTH: 5
WISDOM: 3
ARCANE POWER: 0
ACCURACY: 10
Special Race/Ability:
Metamorphmagus
Reducio
Marcel was never the same. Not by his eyes, his ears, not by the thrum of his beating heart. He was different in all ways, at all times, though no one seemed to notice. They weren’t looking close enough. But it was there, in his mind and, more often, on his face.
The root of Marcel’s peculiarity came long before he learned he was a wizard, though it manifested in ways that were not so clear to others. Perhaps one day he would arrive to class with dark auburn hair, and the next day it would shift to a warm caramel. It was nearly imperceptible, this change, and consistent enough that it could almost be passed off as a quirk in pigmentation. He was odd, after all. Odd people did odd things, looked odd.
Marcel did not remember much of his infancy, as typical for a growing boy, and his mother was adamant on keeping it that way. He would often pester her to share stories from his youth, before memories had begun forming from emotion. But his mother would shrug him away, telling him to leave it to his imagination. Marcel did not know why she kept this secret. Not until the changes became harder to ignore.
It was one trait in particular that had begun to go rogue. His eyes. At age 5 he had grown prone to nightmares, waking up with a scream in a pool of his own cold sweat. Some nights were worse than others. One night was the worst. He had awoken unable to move, tethered to his mattress, staring up at the moonlit ceiling. His chest felt weighed down by some unseen force, each breath caught short and stolen from his lungs. When he finally gained control of his limbs, he began to cry. His grandmother was the one who came.
She took him off to the bathroom, hushing him tiredly. Once they had made it down the hall and into the cramped restroom, she flicked on the light and began wetting a washcloth. That was when Marcel caught sight of his face in the mirror. His eyes.
They had flushed a violent shade of purple, pupils dilated despite the light. It had shocked him out of his fear, and as he brought up a hand to feel the soft skin below his eye, his natural color began bleeding back in. There was no explanation for it, aside from perhaps his own wild imagination. By the time his grandmother had begun gently patting his face with a cold washcloth, mumbling about the hour and his childish fears, his eyes were back to normal.
This was the first time Marcel had truly seen the depth of his innate quirk, but it was not the last.
When his father returned home, he was the first to understand. In Marcel’s anger at the revelation of his father’s absence, he had stormed off to his room. When he returned, his father had looked at him as though he were a stranger. Then, he had come close to the boy, pulled down at his cheek, and examined Marcel’s eye. It had turned dark red. All of it.
Klara began shouting her defense. It was the first time Marcel had ever heard of his infancy. She spoke of pink skin and yellow hair, oddities she had shielded from both her parents and Marcel’s father. Marcel was not quite human, not in the way he ought to be, and Klara had known. All those years, she had known.
The root of Marcel’s peculiarity came long before he learned he was a wizard, though it manifested in ways that were not so clear to others. Perhaps one day he would arrive to class with dark auburn hair, and the next day it would shift to a warm caramel. It was nearly imperceptible, this change, and consistent enough that it could almost be passed off as a quirk in pigmentation. He was odd, after all. Odd people did odd things, looked odd.
Marcel did not remember much of his infancy, as typical for a growing boy, and his mother was adamant on keeping it that way. He would often pester her to share stories from his youth, before memories had begun forming from emotion. But his mother would shrug him away, telling him to leave it to his imagination. Marcel did not know why she kept this secret. Not until the changes became harder to ignore.
It was one trait in particular that had begun to go rogue. His eyes. At age 5 he had grown prone to nightmares, waking up with a scream in a pool of his own cold sweat. Some nights were worse than others. One night was the worst. He had awoken unable to move, tethered to his mattress, staring up at the moonlit ceiling. His chest felt weighed down by some unseen force, each breath caught short and stolen from his lungs. When he finally gained control of his limbs, he began to cry. His grandmother was the one who came.
She took him off to the bathroom, hushing him tiredly. Once they had made it down the hall and into the cramped restroom, she flicked on the light and began wetting a washcloth. That was when Marcel caught sight of his face in the mirror. His eyes.
They had flushed a violent shade of purple, pupils dilated despite the light. It had shocked him out of his fear, and as he brought up a hand to feel the soft skin below his eye, his natural color began bleeding back in. There was no explanation for it, aside from perhaps his own wild imagination. By the time his grandmother had begun gently patting his face with a cold washcloth, mumbling about the hour and his childish fears, his eyes were back to normal.
This was the first time Marcel had truly seen the depth of his innate quirk, but it was not the last.
When his father returned home, he was the first to understand. In Marcel’s anger at the revelation of his father’s absence, he had stormed off to his room. When he returned, his father had looked at him as though he were a stranger. Then, he had come close to the boy, pulled down at his cheek, and examined Marcel’s eye. It had turned dark red. All of it.
Klara began shouting her defense. It was the first time Marcel had ever heard of his infancy. She spoke of pink skin and yellow hair, oddities she had shielded from both her parents and Marcel’s father. Marcel was not quite human, not in the way he ought to be, and Klara had known. All those years, she had known.
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Marcel was allowed in on the strict instruction that he would not use his abilities to mimic other students for nefarious gain. His father was able to make a case for him as well, claiming that Marcel was well-trained and would not cause any trouble. This was, of course, a fabrication, but accurate enough to allow Marcel proper entry.
STATUS: Pending, Santiago, 28/5/26
Reasons for pending:
-Please remove colors from trunk.
- Metamorphmagus is an ability and won't affect blood-status.
- You may want to clarify the custody/legal situation here, since the father taking him to Russia can read as abduction without additional context.
STATUS: Pending, Santiago, 28/5/26
Reasons for pending:
- Make sure the edits are reflected in his ency as well.
STATUS: Approved, Santiago, 28/5/26
| ✦"You better start walking. Love takes miles."✦ STA 8 │ EVA 8 │ STR 6 │ WIS 6 │ ARC 6 │ ACC 7 |
Koldovstoretz NPC
Name: Ilya Voronov
PC Name: Mamori Anezaki
Year: 2nd
Link to your Character Page: [clickety click]
Status: Pureblood
Residence: Veliky Novgorod, Russian Federation
Nationality: Russian
History:
First Magic:
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broomracer/Duelist? Yes, Quidditch (Chaser)
Stats: STA - 10 EVA - 10 STR - 0 WIS - 10 ARC - 0 ACC - 10
Special Race/Ability: N/A
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? N/A
PC Name: Mamori Anezaki
Year: 2nd
Link to your Character Page: [clickety click]
Status: Pureblood
Residence: Veliky Novgorod, Russian Federation
Nationality: Russian
History:
Reducio
Based in Veliky Novgorod, the Voronov family has maintained its status and its pure bloodline for eight centuries. Ilya Konstantinovich Voronov is the fourthborn of the current patriarch. In a family of this size, parental attention is a finite resource that has never once been distributed evenly in the history of human parenting; our unfortunate boy Ilya had not only lost the birth-order lottery, but had done so while being unremarkably average. He had none of his eldest brother's authority, none of his second sister's charisma, and none of his third brother's raw talent; whatever remained of his parents' regard had also been thoroughly absorbed by his youngest brother, who was coddled by every member of the household down to the house-elves.
For all practical purposes, Ilya was the superfluous one. Лишний человек.
Nobody could legally sue the Voronovs for child neglect, as Ilya had been very well taken care of materially — he had a massive bedroom, private tutors, and a butler who would procure him anything if Ilya harassed him enough times. But he had grown up entirely within this world and had no frame of reference outside of it, so the idea that he was privileged never quite registered. What he did notice eventually was whether he registered at all... the answer was mostly "no".
If he threw a tantrum for attention, it was ignored; if he stayed quiet, it was a relief to a busy household. Any practical need or inconvenience was so efficiently absorbed by the servants that it never needed to travel up to his parents’ ears. Even at the family dinner table when the children were expected to recount the day's accomplishments, his contributions never measured up to those of his siblings, thus earning him no praise. Ilya quickly realized that competing with his siblings for attention was simply pointless, so he gave up and withdrew into the background, ending in a state of learned helplessness, asking for nothing and offering nothing.
As for Koldovstoretz over Durmstrang... his older siblings all went to the latter so he'd rather not.
For all practical purposes, Ilya was the superfluous one. Лишний человек.
Nobody could legally sue the Voronovs for child neglect, as Ilya had been very well taken care of materially — he had a massive bedroom, private tutors, and a butler who would procure him anything if Ilya harassed him enough times. But he had grown up entirely within this world and had no frame of reference outside of it, so the idea that he was privileged never quite registered. What he did notice eventually was whether he registered at all... the answer was mostly "no".
If he threw a tantrum for attention, it was ignored; if he stayed quiet, it was a relief to a busy household. Any practical need or inconvenience was so efficiently absorbed by the servants that it never needed to travel up to his parents’ ears. Even at the family dinner table when the children were expected to recount the day's accomplishments, his contributions never measured up to those of his siblings, thus earning him no praise. Ilya quickly realized that competing with his siblings for attention was simply pointless, so he gave up and withdrew into the background, ending in a state of learned helplessness, asking for nothing and offering nothing.
As for Koldovstoretz over Durmstrang... his older siblings all went to the latter so he'd rather not.
First Magic:
Reducio
At nine years old, Ilya's first instance of accidental magic went entirely unnoticed. He had been sitting alone in an unused room feeling uncomfortably warm when a rusted window, stuck for years, simply slid open. When he mentioned it to his parents, they agreed it was likely magic and quickly changed the subject. Ilya went back to the room, and the window stayed open.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broomracer/Duelist? Yes, Quidditch (Chaser)
Stats: STA - 10 EVA - 10 STR - 0 WIS - 10 ARC - 0 ACC - 10
Special Race/Ability: N/A
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? N/A
STATUS: Pending, Hadrian, 15 June
Please include Ilya's basic information in his ency. While I understand that some of this information is already included in the title, it should also be listed within the post itself.
Please include his full name, school, and current school year.
STATUS: Approved, Hadrian, 15 June
| iNPC: Ilya Voronov |
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Koldovstoretz NPC
Name: Kaiming Zhang
PC Name: Amethyst Castillo
Year: First
Link to your Character Page: beep!
Status: Halfblood
Residence: Beijing, China
Nationality: Chinese
History:
First Magic:
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broomracer/Duelist? Yes, Quidditch player [Keeper]
Stats: Sta - 8 Eva - 8 Str - 3 Wis - 6 Arc - 2 Acc - 8
Special Race/Ability: N/A
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? N/A
PC Name: Amethyst Castillo
Year: First
Link to your Character Page: beep!
Status: Halfblood
Residence: Beijing, China
Nationality: Chinese
History:
Reducio
Zhang Kaiming was born to Zhuo Xin Kē and Zhang Jiā ān on a rather pleasant evening of
30 January 2015, at 9:12 pm.
His parents came from vastly different backgrounds. His mother was a muggle, while his father belongs
to the Zhang family, a prestigious pure-blood wizarding lineage based in Europe. Jiā ān spent his childhood in the grand Zhang mansion and later attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he was sorted into Gryffindor, following a long-standing family tradition.
A fortunate business trip in China made him cross paths with Xin Kē, whom he fell in love with immediately. Though she did not return his feelings at first, Jiā ān pursued her tirelessly until she eventually confessed that she too was in love.
Marriage was not delayed, and 2 years later they were blessed by a healthy baby boy.
From a very young age, Kaiming showed an unusual fascination with computers and technology,
perhaps inheriting from his mother, who works as an R&D engineer at Huawei. However, this was something that displeased his paternal grandparents. Concerned that their grandson was neglecting his magical heritage, they proposed taking him to England so he could become more immersed in the wizarding world.
Before his parents could consider the proposal, Kaiming erupted into a tantrum upon hearing it. His refusal was so fierce and unwavering that the plan had to be abandoned. It became clear he had no intention of leaving China behind.
The half-blood thus grew up attending an international school, becoming fluent in Mandarin and reasonably proficient in English. While he remained far more interested in the Muggle world than
magic, he loved hearing bits and pieces of the wizarding world from his father, who often spoke fondly
of his adventures at Hogwarts.
30 January 2015, at 9:12 pm.
His parents came from vastly different backgrounds. His mother was a muggle, while his father belongs
to the Zhang family, a prestigious pure-blood wizarding lineage based in Europe. Jiā ān spent his childhood in the grand Zhang mansion and later attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he was sorted into Gryffindor, following a long-standing family tradition.
A fortunate business trip in China made him cross paths with Xin Kē, whom he fell in love with immediately. Though she did not return his feelings at first, Jiā ān pursued her tirelessly until she eventually confessed that she too was in love.
Marriage was not delayed, and 2 years later they were blessed by a healthy baby boy.
From a very young age, Kaiming showed an unusual fascination with computers and technology,
perhaps inheriting from his mother, who works as an R&D engineer at Huawei. However, this was something that displeased his paternal grandparents. Concerned that their grandson was neglecting his magical heritage, they proposed taking him to England so he could become more immersed in the wizarding world.
Before his parents could consider the proposal, Kaiming erupted into a tantrum upon hearing it. His refusal was so fierce and unwavering that the plan had to be abandoned. It became clear he had no intention of leaving China behind.
The half-blood thus grew up attending an international school, becoming fluent in Mandarin and reasonably proficient in English. While he remained far more interested in the Muggle world than
magic, he loved hearing bits and pieces of the wizarding world from his father, who often spoke fondly
of his adventures at Hogwarts.
First Magic:
Reducio
A 5-year-old Kaiming, on a visit to his maternal grandparents, finds a relatively taller tree that bore colourful fruits. Several attempts are thus made to climb the tree, all fruitless. His small, chubby hands were unable to grip the bark of the tree properly. Mysteriously the tree toppled over on its own, and a young Kaiming ran around it to collect its fruits. His parents would later find him, all covered in dirt and his small arms filled with fruits. The boy would then point out the tree innocently, insisting the 'tree lay down on its own, for it was tired'. His father would then suspect his son's accidental magic had made its first appearance, and his mother would hug him, grateful that he was safe.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broomracer/Duelist? Yes, Quidditch player [Keeper]
Stats: Sta - 8 Eva - 8 Str - 3 Wis - 6 Arc - 2 Acc - 8
Special Race/Ability: N/A
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? N/A
STATUS: Pending, Arkady, 28 JUNE 26
- Looking good! Please just remove the transparent coloured text from your trunk
- Also to clarify, as graduation is happening at the end of June and your character's birthday is in January 2015, this would put him in the NEXT group of first years. He will not be validated as a first year and then graduate into a second year. If that's ok with you, don't worry about editing his birthday or anything, just making sure.
EDITS: required edits done, Amethyst
1) Trunk edits are done! I removed the transparent coloured text!
2) I also intend to make Kaiming a first year in the session of 2026-27, so I am fine with it!
STATUS: Approved, Nadira, July 13th
ORDER NOW,, free if you have an AI pfp and want it redrawn, human made: smitten || Inpc: Kaiming Zhang
Koldovstoretz NPC
Name: Luka Liev Romanoff PC Account Name: Lotus Lively Year: I fully intend for him to be a 1st year Link to your Character Page: Luka Liev Romanoff Status: Half-blood Residence: Saint Petersburg, Russia Nationality: Russian History: He and his parents lived in muggle apartments as they figured that it would be safer for them to raise Luka even though they knew that at some point he would have to have some schooling. The main reason why they lived like muggles aside from it being safe was because they found the muggle lifestyle to be interesting and wanted to study it by living it.
Not much longer after he was born his parents had met his neighbors parents and their little baby who would be his friend throughout his childhood. Growing up Luka was quite a normal child by wizard standards he played with toys and did normal kid stuff however by muggle standards he was a little bit odd especially when he was very happy about something as his muggle friend's parents just couldn't seem to figure out what it was about Luka that made him different though it may have been his vitiligo. Luka's friend didn't really care that Luka seemed abit different. Luka's parents knew that their dear little boy didn't realize that he or they were any different from muggles. Luka enjoyed spending time with his parents and listening to them read about anything from muggle animals to wizard history. Of course Luka and his family had their routines in their muggle apartment, Luka was very familiar with their routines and he was content with them as they went something like; get up, get dressed, have breakfast, brush teeth and then help his mom around the house while his dad was off at work and of course there was more to their routines but it was all rather mundane. First Magic: He sneezed and bubbles appeared some time after his third birthday. They scared him at first but he in the end found them funny.
He was placed in Koldovstoretz as his parents had decided that it was the safest place to send him as they had an island that would be a safe place for him to transform
Werewolf
Luka's parents blood status
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist?: No
Stats:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy: 5
I hope it makes more sense now! I also understand the sorting now thanks for your time. Please forgive me for the replacing of things as I had some issues on my end.
Not much longer after he was born his parents had met his neighbors parents and their little baby who would be his friend throughout his childhood. Growing up Luka was quite a normal child by wizard standards he played with toys and did normal kid stuff however by muggle standards he was a little bit odd especially when he was very happy about something as his muggle friend's parents just couldn't seem to figure out what it was about Luka that made him different though it may have been his vitiligo. Luka's friend didn't really care that Luka seemed abit different. Luka's parents knew that their dear little boy didn't realize that he or they were any different from muggles. Luka enjoyed spending time with his parents and listening to them read about anything from muggle animals to wizard history. Of course Luka and his family had their routines in their muggle apartment, Luka was very familiar with their routines and he was content with them as they went something like; get up, get dressed, have breakfast, brush teeth and then help his mom around the house while his dad was off at work and of course there was more to their routines but it was all rather mundane. First Magic: He sneezed and bubbles appeared some time after his third birthday. They scared him at first but he in the end found them funny.
He was placed in Koldovstoretz as his parents had decided that it was the safest place to send him as they had an island that would be a safe place for him to transform
Werewolf
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When he was 7 he and his friend along with both of their dads went camping one weekend in fall without realizing that the beautiful full moon that night would be the cause of some pain and nightmares. They had hiked a good long while and even went fishing at some point before finding the perfect spot for setting up their tents. The perfect spot of course was in a nice clearing surrounded by woods. So they sat up the tents all together. Luka and his dad went to collect wood for the camp fire so they could have toasted marshmallows. It started to get dark as they were gathering wood and as his dad and he were just starting to go back after having gone far into the woods Luka had heard some noise following them and would look at his dad to see if he knew what the sound was as he just knew deep down that his dad had heard it too. So they had froze to make sure it was wasn't anything dangerous but that was when a werewolf had darted out and tackled Luka biting him deeply on his left shoulder and his dad having been an excellent wandless spell caster quickly casted "Stupefy" but not before the Werewolf had scratched his face trying to hold him down. Luka had frozen completely he didn't even make a peep when he was bitten. Thanks to his dad's quick wit the werewolf was quickly knocked out and his dad had casted some quick healing spells on the minor scrapes and made use of what dittany and powdered sliver he had leaving only small scars considering how deep they were. Luka's dad stood him up and wrapped his coat around Luka and then picked him up and explained that everything will be fine and that what just happened wasn't any fault of Luka's. His dad would pick up some of the wood and walk with him in his arms back to the campsite with the excuse that Luka had gotten frightened by the dark. At this time Luka's dad was happy that Lidiya had insisted that he took a medical kit in case anything happened and they weren't able to immediately apparate to the wizard's hospital when they had muggles waiting and his dad needed to make sure that they were kept safe for the night. Luka had eventually calmed down and as it was dark no one but he and his dad knew about the incident or knew about the scars. Luka wouldn't sleep well through the night and the next morning they would all head back to the apartment complex that they lived in and even then his scars were just barely visible being mixed with his vitiligo. When he got home the first thing he did was run to his mama and cried and she picked him up and asked what was wrong and all he could do for himself was blubber leaving her to look at his dad with the "what happened" look and his dad explained what had happened.
Luka's parents blood status
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Lidiya Romanoff: she was born to muggles leaving her a muggle born.
Lazar Romanoff: is a half blood as somewhere in his family tree someone had married into a muggle family.
Lazar Romanoff: is a half blood as somewhere in his family tree someone had married into a muggle family.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist?: No
Stats:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy: 5
Edits made!STATUS: Pending -- Aulis, 22/07/2026
Reason for pending:
- Purebloods have no contact with Muggles prior to attending school. The whole point of a pureblood is that they are culturally different and far from Muggles. This means that Luka cannot have lived in Muggle apartments, had Muggle neighbours, or known Muggles even if his parents were "interested" in them. Please remove this or change your blood status to half-blood, giving Luka a reason to have been embroiled in the Muggle world. (This also means you'll need to remove mentions of Luka's friend being a Muggle in the werewolf part.)
- Multiple instances of magic; we only ask for a first instance of magic and ask that you do not state that you "occasionally made toys levitate" or other reoccurring magic instances. Remove everything but the very first one.
- Speaking of, first instance age is way too young. Must be between the ages of 3-10, not 3 months.
- Vertiligo is not a condition; do you mean vitiligo?
- Werewolf wounds must be treated with dittany and silver, not with healing spells.
- Nightroot Elixir was not invented until 2026, so if Luka was bitten when he was 7, it wouldn't have even existed yet. Please edit your werewolf application accordingly.
- Not really an edit, but please note that we can't force-sort Luka into Slytherin or any House. He will go through the Sorting Ceremony like any other new user before being changed to a Koldovstoretz student. Whatever House he ends up in after that will be the one that he becomes at Hogwarts if you ever decide to swap PC/iNPC.
I hope it makes more sense now! I also understand the sorting now thanks for your time. Please forgive me for the replacing of things as I had some issues on my end.
I've done everything I've needed to I hope! I do hope my edits fix what needed to be fixed as some of it I had completely overlooked. I want to thank you and everyone who has reviewed my application for your time.PENDING - 1/8 July , Sako
(i) Currently missing these information in your application:Code: Select all
[b]Is your character a Quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist?[/b] Yes/No. Which sport if yes? [b]Stats: [/b]
Please add this somewhere with the app and ensure they align with what what stated in the ency
(ii) Please change the blood status in your ency to halfblood- as it currently states pureblood. The history is acceptable only when their blood status is halfblood.
(iii) speaking of halfblood- please clarify what bloodstatus their parents are as halfbloods require more clear blood status of both parents.
(iv) your history in the ency still states Vertiligo instead of Vitiligo, please edit so that both applications and ency have the same information like what you did for the werewolf application.
(v) glad you understood you cannot be force sorted into a house, could you please go ahead and remove the note in this application that states about being force sorted to avoid future confusion, thank you
APPROVED - 2/8 , Sako
Thank you for your patience and dedication, Lotus!
Last edited by Lotus Lively on 1 Aug 2026, 17:23, edited 1 time in total.
Koldovstoretz NPC
Name: Raphael Jourdain
PC Name: Fawkes Chaos
Year: 2nd
Link to your Character Page: Raphael S. Jourdain
Status: Half-Breed (Dhampir)
Residence: Beijing, China
Nationality: French
History: (wc: 1114)
First Magic:
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broomracer/Duelist? Yes, Duelist.
Stats: Total 35 (Y2 Dhampir)
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 8
Strenght: 0
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 4
Accuracy: 10
Special Race/Ability: Dhampir (wc 685)
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Normally as his first year was 2025-26
PC Name: Fawkes Chaos
Year: 2nd
Link to your Character Page: Raphael S. Jourdain
Status: Half-Breed (Dhampir)
Residence: Beijing, China
Nationality: French
History: (wc: 1114)
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Raphael Samuel Jourdain was born on 24th October 2013 to Lucien and Emma Jourdain. He was their second child and first son. Lucien Jourdain is a lawyer. He had studied at Beauxbatons before going to England where he met Emma. He's a rather good lawyer and specializes in cases relating to half-breeds. Emma Jourdain on the other hand is a herbologist. Their garden at home was filled with numerous different plants and on the weekends, Emma would go to a local market to sell them
Raphael was born extremely pale to the point where the doctors were worried about his health. After months of constant monitoring and medication in the hospital it was discovered that he was a Dhampir. His father was overjoyed at the news and threw a banquet to celebrate it a few days after.
When Raphael was around a year old, his parents noticed that he would not look in their direction when they spoke. While it was common for babies to do this occasionally, unless they were right in front of his face he wouldn't look at them. Concerned, he was once again taken to another doctor.
The doctor ran a multitude of tests on the 1 year old child and they found that Raphael was deaf. They concluded there may have been complications during the pregnancy or it was a genetic mutation that caused it since there was no history of deaf people in their family.
His parents tried everything but there was nothing they could do short of a surgery which he was much too young for. They had to learn to adapt.
Since Raphael was born deaf, he struggled to communicate. His vocabulary when it came to speaking was extremely limited, some of the few words he could speak being along the lines of mama and papa since those were simple sounds.
When he turned 6 his parents got a sign language tutor. His tutor taught him how to communicate through sign language and he was happy. Happy he could finally get his thoughts out. Happy he could finally talk to other people. That happiness was short lived as he soon learnt that not everyone could understand the language or sign back to him. He hated it. He began to grow distant towards others. Cause to him, what was the point of making friendships if no one could understand him.
Family ties: The only people he truly stayed close to was his family. His parents learnt sign language so they could communicate with him while they ensured his siblings also learnt. Along with his siblings were also his cousins. Well the ones he was on good terms with anyways. He was closest to his cousin Fawkes. They were the same age and practically grew up as twins more than cousins. She seemed to be able to understand him more than the others. She was also the first of his cousins to learn sign language with him.
Raphael instead of making friends with humans turned his attention to animals instead. He couldn't go out during the day without multiple layers on so instead he would spend his nights outdoors with the nocturnal animals. The owls were his favourites. They would fly near him and even let him hold them. With the animals he felt understood. He didn't need to hear them to understand them. He felt right at home with them.
When Raphael was 7, his father had to be transferred over to China for work. His family moved over to Beijing and stayed there for a couple of years. It was during this time, Raphael experienced his first instance of magic.
After his 8th birthday, his parents began to realise. If Raphael couldn't speak, he wouldn't be able to cast magic. By this point his accidental magic had made a show numerous times so it was clear he had magic in his veins however if he couldn't speak he wouldn't be able to use a wand. They looked for a tutor to try and teach him to speak at least a couple of basic spells. It took almost 2 years but thankfully his tutor was able to teach him not only how to speak the incantations of basic spells but also a few more words as well.
While Raphael still struggled greatly in day-to-day speaking, he had perfected his spell pronunciations and would practice them daily. It was draining and he needed someone to be with him when he practiced since he couldn't hear himself. His youngest sister was usually dragged into doing this for him.
Another skill he had picked up was lip reading. He wasn't the best at it and he couldn't understand if someone was speaking incredibly fast however whatever little he could understand allowed him to have some conversation with people who didn't know sign. He couldn't respond using his voice most of the time but it was still better than not responding at all.
Despite all of his struggles he was still a bright child. He learned how to read and write in both French and English even if he couldn't speak them. He also learned about the various plants and herbs there were from his mother. He was easily able to distinguish them from one another and even learnt how to make basic pastes with them to heal minor cuts and wounds.
He was taken for balls with his parents a couple of times. Even though he didn't interact with people he was considered incredibly beautiful. His uncaring demeanour also made him more intriguing and mysterious. Many girls would constantly come up to him asking for dances. He couldn't hear them but he understood what was happening. He rejected all of them instead opting to drag his elder sister to dance with him to make them jealous.
Raphael didn't like people but he was still a kind soul. Just to animals. His parents hoped that going to school would help him open up more.
After he started his first year in Koldov, his parents decided to move back to France. However, Raphael preferred to stay in China. The amount of medicinal herbs he could learn about was extraordinary and that curiosity made him have the decision to remain in Beijing with his aunt Phoebe and his uncle Theodore. Not to mention, the fact Koldov was in Russia opened up even more worlds of opportunity to study more herbs.
He spends his summer vacations in France with the rest of his family but is otherwise in Beijing for the remainder of the year when he's not in Koldov.
Raphael was born extremely pale to the point where the doctors were worried about his health. After months of constant monitoring and medication in the hospital it was discovered that he was a Dhampir. His father was overjoyed at the news and threw a banquet to celebrate it a few days after.
When Raphael was around a year old, his parents noticed that he would not look in their direction when they spoke. While it was common for babies to do this occasionally, unless they were right in front of his face he wouldn't look at them. Concerned, he was once again taken to another doctor.
The doctor ran a multitude of tests on the 1 year old child and they found that Raphael was deaf. They concluded there may have been complications during the pregnancy or it was a genetic mutation that caused it since there was no history of deaf people in their family.
His parents tried everything but there was nothing they could do short of a surgery which he was much too young for. They had to learn to adapt.
Since Raphael was born deaf, he struggled to communicate. His vocabulary when it came to speaking was extremely limited, some of the few words he could speak being along the lines of mama and papa since those were simple sounds.
When he turned 6 his parents got a sign language tutor. His tutor taught him how to communicate through sign language and he was happy. Happy he could finally get his thoughts out. Happy he could finally talk to other people. That happiness was short lived as he soon learnt that not everyone could understand the language or sign back to him. He hated it. He began to grow distant towards others. Cause to him, what was the point of making friendships if no one could understand him.
Family ties: The only people he truly stayed close to was his family. His parents learnt sign language so they could communicate with him while they ensured his siblings also learnt. Along with his siblings were also his cousins. Well the ones he was on good terms with anyways. He was closest to his cousin Fawkes. They were the same age and practically grew up as twins more than cousins. She seemed to be able to understand him more than the others. She was also the first of his cousins to learn sign language with him.
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How they are related: Raphael's mother Emma is the sister of Fawkes' father Evan.
Raphael instead of making friends with humans turned his attention to animals instead. He couldn't go out during the day without multiple layers on so instead he would spend his nights outdoors with the nocturnal animals. The owls were his favourites. They would fly near him and even let him hold them. With the animals he felt understood. He didn't need to hear them to understand them. He felt right at home with them.
When Raphael was 7, his father had to be transferred over to China for work. His family moved over to Beijing and stayed there for a couple of years. It was during this time, Raphael experienced his first instance of magic.
After his 8th birthday, his parents began to realise. If Raphael couldn't speak, he wouldn't be able to cast magic. By this point his accidental magic had made a show numerous times so it was clear he had magic in his veins however if he couldn't speak he wouldn't be able to use a wand. They looked for a tutor to try and teach him to speak at least a couple of basic spells. It took almost 2 years but thankfully his tutor was able to teach him not only how to speak the incantations of basic spells but also a few more words as well.
While Raphael still struggled greatly in day-to-day speaking, he had perfected his spell pronunciations and would practice them daily. It was draining and he needed someone to be with him when he practiced since he couldn't hear himself. His youngest sister was usually dragged into doing this for him.
Another skill he had picked up was lip reading. He wasn't the best at it and he couldn't understand if someone was speaking incredibly fast however whatever little he could understand allowed him to have some conversation with people who didn't know sign. He couldn't respond using his voice most of the time but it was still better than not responding at all.
Despite all of his struggles he was still a bright child. He learned how to read and write in both French and English even if he couldn't speak them. He also learned about the various plants and herbs there were from his mother. He was easily able to distinguish them from one another and even learnt how to make basic pastes with them to heal minor cuts and wounds.
He was taken for balls with his parents a couple of times. Even though he didn't interact with people he was considered incredibly beautiful. His uncaring demeanour also made him more intriguing and mysterious. Many girls would constantly come up to him asking for dances. He couldn't hear them but he understood what was happening. He rejected all of them instead opting to drag his elder sister to dance with him to make them jealous.
Raphael didn't like people but he was still a kind soul. Just to animals. His parents hoped that going to school would help him open up more.
After he started his first year in Koldov, his parents decided to move back to France. However, Raphael preferred to stay in China. The amount of medicinal herbs he could learn about was extraordinary and that curiosity made him have the decision to remain in Beijing with his aunt Phoebe and his uncle Theodore. Not to mention, the fact Koldov was in Russia opened up even more worlds of opportunity to study more herbs.
He spends his summer vacations in France with the rest of his family but is otherwise in Beijing for the remainder of the year when he's not in Koldov.
First Magic:
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Raphael was around 7 when he experienced his first instance of magic. His mother had brought some dried up herbs from the garden into the house. Raphael being curious as to what it was, picked it up thinking they were flowers. He frowned. These were not the vibrant flowers that were in the garden. Saddened he was about to drop them when they began to turn into small flowers in his hand. Excitedly he showed his mother who also got excited realising his magic was making itself known. She picked up the flowers and put them down before going to give Raphael a hug. A few seconds later the flowers had returned to the original dried herbs. Raphael touched it again hoping it would become flowers again but it didn't.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broomracer/Duelist? Yes, Duelist.
Stats: Total 35 (Y2 Dhampir)
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 8
Strenght: 0
Wisdom: 7
Arcane Power: 4
Accuracy: 10
Special Race/Ability: Dhampir (wc 685)
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Raphael always knew about his Dhampir heritage. It wasn't ever a grand secret that had to be kept hidden from him. His father was very open about the fact he himself was a dhampir so Raphael never made an effort to hide it himself except from people outside his family. In fact when his parents realised he was a Dhampir his father was so proud that he hosted a banquet for him.
It all started with Raphael's paternal grandmother Lucie. The french woman was one of the most beautiful women of her time well according to his grandfather Henry she was. That beauty is what had captivated him in the first place. The pureblood heir fell in love with the vampire and the two married barely a year later despite the fact he was arranged to marry another very wealthy pureblood woman and his family protested his marriage to Lucie heavily. He claimed that he was madly in love and nothing could stop him. They got into a heated argument over it since his family only cared about the wealth. It was resolved when Lucie revealed the fact she had generational wealth as well. Upon hearing about it his family let him marry her.
Henry did not know about Lucie being a vampire until they had their first and only child Lucien. After years of not being able to conceive, Lucien was quite literally their miracle. As Lucien grew up, Henry began to notice the little things in Lucien and now especially Lucie which he hadn't seen before. He saw how Lucie couldn't bear going out in the sun while Lucien would get extremely bad rashes if he did. At first he thought it was because of the fact they were naturally incredibly pale so they got sun burnt easily. But after Lucien lost his first tooth did Henry learn about the fact Lucie was a vampire and by proxy his one and only son was a dhampir. He was devastated. Not by the fact they weren't human but because he had been lied to. Unable to bare living with them any longer, he ran away and no one was able to find him.
That left Lucie alone to raise Lucien. He was accepted into Beauxbatons but had to hide his vampiric features. He eventually graduated and went to England to study to become lawyer. It is there he met Emma. The two eventually fell in love and got married where they had four children. Charmeine, Raphael, Gabriel and Hecate. Lucien, not wanting to make the same mistake as his mother, told Emma about his dhampir heritage before they got married. Luckily she accepted him. Her family wasn't so accepting however. Some of them did while some shunned him for it. However he didn't care. So long as his Emma accepted him.
Raphael was born incredibly pale. Much paler than his father or older sister. The doctors were concerned about his health. However after a few months of tests and monitoring they found out he was a dhampir. His father, overjoyed threw a banquet for him even though he was still an infant. Raphael's blood cravings were less than his sister's so he was usually fine with only one blood pop compared to his sister's 3. However he had much sharper teeth and accidently broke things around the house when he tried biting them for fun. He was much more sensitive to the sun not only from his dhampir lineage but also since he was a lot paler so he was sun burnt much much more often. He completely avoided going out during the day after a really bad burn when he was 8 unless he absolutely had to.
He overheard his parents being worried about his education since Koldovstoretz didn't allow dhampirs and hiding his features would be extremely hard since some of them were much more prominent than other dhampirs. However luckily for them, about a year before he was to start, Koldovstoretz stated that they would now admit dhampirs and other magical races as well. With that Raphael started his school year.
It all started with Raphael's paternal grandmother Lucie. The french woman was one of the most beautiful women of her time well according to his grandfather Henry she was. That beauty is what had captivated him in the first place. The pureblood heir fell in love with the vampire and the two married barely a year later despite the fact he was arranged to marry another very wealthy pureblood woman and his family protested his marriage to Lucie heavily. He claimed that he was madly in love and nothing could stop him. They got into a heated argument over it since his family only cared about the wealth. It was resolved when Lucie revealed the fact she had generational wealth as well. Upon hearing about it his family let him marry her.
Henry did not know about Lucie being a vampire until they had their first and only child Lucien. After years of not being able to conceive, Lucien was quite literally their miracle. As Lucien grew up, Henry began to notice the little things in Lucien and now especially Lucie which he hadn't seen before. He saw how Lucie couldn't bear going out in the sun while Lucien would get extremely bad rashes if he did. At first he thought it was because of the fact they were naturally incredibly pale so they got sun burnt easily. But after Lucien lost his first tooth did Henry learn about the fact Lucie was a vampire and by proxy his one and only son was a dhampir. He was devastated. Not by the fact they weren't human but because he had been lied to. Unable to bare living with them any longer, he ran away and no one was able to find him.
That left Lucie alone to raise Lucien. He was accepted into Beauxbatons but had to hide his vampiric features. He eventually graduated and went to England to study to become lawyer. It is there he met Emma. The two eventually fell in love and got married where they had four children. Charmeine, Raphael, Gabriel and Hecate. Lucien, not wanting to make the same mistake as his mother, told Emma about his dhampir heritage before they got married. Luckily she accepted him. Her family wasn't so accepting however. Some of them did while some shunned him for it. However he didn't care. So long as his Emma accepted him.
Raphael was born incredibly pale. Much paler than his father or older sister. The doctors were concerned about his health. However after a few months of tests and monitoring they found out he was a dhampir. His father, overjoyed threw a banquet for him even though he was still an infant. Raphael's blood cravings were less than his sister's so he was usually fine with only one blood pop compared to his sister's 3. However he had much sharper teeth and accidently broke things around the house when he tried biting them for fun. He was much more sensitive to the sun not only from his dhampir lineage but also since he was a lot paler so he was sun burnt much much more often. He completely avoided going out during the day after a really bad burn when he was 8 unless he absolutely had to.
He overheard his parents being worried about his education since Koldovstoretz didn't allow dhampirs and hiding his features would be extremely hard since some of them were much more prominent than other dhampirs. However luckily for them, about a year before he was to start, Koldovstoretz stated that they would now admit dhampirs and other magical races as well. With that Raphael started his school year.
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Normally as his first year was 2025-26
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