School: Uagadou

Year: Third

Birthdate: March 17 2011

Status: Wizardborn

Gender: Fluid

Species: Human

☽ NOTE ☾
Zophyr is genderfluid. Their pronouns vary, and their only permanent pronouns are they/them. These are what I will be using to describe them here. In thread posts, their pronouns will be specified.

☽ ✧ ☾ hemloAppearancehemlo Reducio Zophyr has warm dark brown skin, the color of dark oak, and sparkling golden eyes. Their hair is bleached platinum blonde and kept in long dreadlocks that they like to put up in a bun or ponytail most of the time. They often wear golden beads in their dreads, along with other golden jewelry, mostly earrings. Zophyr's build is rather thin, though they are an average height for their age, standing at 5 feet 3 inches, or 160 cm. Though it may not look like it, they are quite athletic, and the fastest runner anyone who knows them has ever met. They prefer to dress in shades of light colors, usally an off-white, with some touches of gold here and there. They have begun to care quite a bit about how they look, and rather like dressing up from time to time. Light grunge, Arabian nights aesthetic, fancy victorian clothing; you name it, they'll probably wear it if it looks good. They've taken to wearing gold-rimmed round glasses though they can see perfectly fine, because if they look good in them, why deprive themselves? Zophyr also almost always has a quiet smile on their face, like they know something others don't. This is usually the case.

☽ ✧ ☾ hemloPersonalityhemlo Reducio Zophyr is a quiet kid. They don't talk often and are generally unnoticeable. This is because they're the one doing the noticing - though they may not show it, they are always observing. And even if they don't speak most of the time, their presence is known. Just because they're quiet, doesn't mean they are shy. They love causing chaos, as quiet as it may be. They are quick and nimble and can do a lot of mischief without ever getting caught. No one ever suspects it, either, except for those who know them the most, because they're so quiet. When they do speak, though, Zophyr has many languages to choose from. They are fluent in Kirundi, French, English and Swahili, and know Arabic, Tswana and Xhosa decently well from their travels. Their sneaking around, observing, and listening has taught them quite a few new words - some of which their parents would not be glad to hear they've learned. Zophyr is very protective, doing pretty much anything for the people they love. They also rarely look back on their choices, though they sometimes do things without thinking. They aren't ashamed of who they are. This does not mean they don't try to improve themselves - it just means they are proud nonetheless. They don't regret most things, unless it ends up hurting someone. Zophyr likes to collect things, from expensive watches hiding in other people's pockets to cool-looking rocks on the side of the pavement. They also like collecting ideas and abilities, meaning they quite like learning things and are very curious. This makes them decently intelligent, a quick thinker, and confident. When you get to know them enough for them to start talking more around you, they will be painstakingly honest. Also, they're quite flirty, and like to make people blush for the fun of it. They are androromantic and demisexual... and they really like looking at pretty people.

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hemloagainHistory and First Instance of Magichemloagain

Reducio

Zophyr was born on the 17th of March 2011 in Batna, Algeria, to Faiz (a pureblood) and Nafisah (a wizard-born) Mabior. Unfortunately, three years later, the two got divorced after many fights about poverety, jobs, and their child. Faiz wanted nothing more to do with Nafisah, and he left she and Zophyr to their own devices. The mother could not afford to keep the three-year old, and as much as it pained her to do so, she put Zophyr up for adoption.

In the summer of 2004, Riyani Qethnis, a genderqueer Senegalese half-blood, moved to Algeria. They had a friend there who was accepting to house them, because they'd just found a fantastic job offer (they worked as a curse-breaker) in Constantine. Riyani was used to moving around the continent from previous jobs, so one more didn't change much. They were planning on only staying there for a year or so, because the job wasn't incredibly stable and, although it payed well, Riyani wanted something else. So the move was only temporary. But that was before they met Alash Nzeyimana.
Alash was a wizardborn herbologist and healer from Burundi. She, too, travelled around the countries of Africa, and had even been to the Middle East on some occasions. Her healing feats were decidedly renowned, especially among Muggles who did not understand how she did it. At the moment, she was in Algeria, travelling around to help those in need.

Riyani and Alash met through the same patient, a half-blood who'd been cursed to slowly lose their health with every passing day. After getting to know each other over a few months, the two realized they were falling in love. They got married in December 2005, and adopted four children over the next nine years. They only stayed in Algeria until 2011, though - it had been too long, and they were travellers. They needed change.
Telus (18 years old in the present), Emanaya (16 years old) and Zophyr Qethnis (13 years old) were all adopted in Algeria, and when the family started travelling the continent again, Sayel (10 years old) was adopted in Egypt. The four siblings grew up moving from country to country, surrounded by their parents' magic and the idea that they would one day go to Uagadou.

Zophyr's first instance of magic happened when they were seven years old. Emanaya was reading them a picture book about a dragon and a princess, but Zophyr was getting restless. They were sick of useless princesses who couldn't do anything but wait for a prince to come and save them. And suddenly, the illustration of the princess in the book popped out of the page as a paper figure and started trying to fight the illustration of the dragon. Emayana yelped and ran straight to her parents, telling them what had happened. They'd all been waiting for Zophyr to get their Dream Messenger ever since that day.

When Zophyr was ten, on the first of January, that is exactly what happened. They woke up with a dream token in their hand, inscribed with the word "uncharted". It was a little foreboding, but it ended up making sense. Their first year was spent exploring the uncharted territory that was Uagadou, going on adventures and learning things they never though they might need. All of it was new - uncharted. At the beginning of their second year, the word on their token changed to "inspire". They weren't all that sure what that has meant, but as their style changed quite a bit over the year and they made new friends that were very different from them, it turned out the token was pretty right.

Their third year began with their token changing to "problematic". Now, Zophyr wasn't scared of much, but if even their dream token was telling them they were problematic? All they could say was that they were curious to see how the year would go...

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Ency under construction, threads, relationships and more art coming soon!

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☽ Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 9 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane power: 5 | Accuracy: 8 ☾

ABILITIES

☽ ✧ ☾ 's grace Reducio Being quiet all the time had its perks. It wasn't like Zophyr was trying - it was just who they were - but it didn't take them long to realize how handy it was. People always assumed the best of them, and that was only when they noticed the kid. Zophyr found it easy to sneak around, listen in on conversations, and steal things right in front of someone's eyes. People rarely saw them, and no one suspected the small quiet child to be making mischief. This talent got them a lot of interesting information. They were the first to know of both Telus' and Emayana's first significant others, for just one example. And they always found watching people immensely fascinating. It could teach them whether someone was trustworthy or not, whether they were worth speaking to, or what their ulterior motives might have been. And when they were feeling introverted, this talent could get Zophyr some time alone, without anyone to bother them, because no one knew where they were. The child wasn't sure exactly when or how they got this skill; it was something they'd always seemed to have. Even as a toddler, they weren't often loud. Their ability to hide so well had just always been there. In fact, it was even part of their first memory. Zophyr was probably four or so at the time, and they were hungry. Sure, they'd eaten breakfast a few hours ago, and lunch was soon, but not soon enough in the four-year old's opinion. They were hungry, and they wanted cookies. Unfortunately, their parents kept the cookies hidden, and Zophyr had no idea where to look. So they quietly went into the kitchen where their mother was sitting, and waited in the shadows. Their waiting paid off when, a few minutes later, Alash reached behind the toaster and took a cookie out, munching on it. Zophyr's eyes lit up, and they sneakily crept over to the toaster to take one of their own. The bad news was that the wrapper the cookies came in made a lot of noise, so their mother caught them before they were able to eat their well-earned cookie. But they learned they had a talent that day, and ever since, they've used it whenever they needed it. It unfortunately didn't seem to work when they were trying to steal things, but that was okay. Just being able to listen and observe without being noticed was enough for them. WC=411/400

☽ ✧ ☾ Broken Broomshaft Reducio Zophyr had flown brooms for a while now. They loved being on a broomstick and racing around, high or low, as long as they were going fast. When they were little they even had a makeshift broom made by Telus in a moment of boredom. But it wasn't until they got to Uagadou that they realized how much they liked the sport. This was different. There was technique, theory and specific ways to do things. You had to lean a certain way at a perfect angle to go where you wanted. That amazed them. The fact that, with practice, if you knew what you were doing, you could do it. And of course, there was the sheer thrill of it all, feeling the wind in their hair and the chill from going so fast and the blur of the ground beneath them. Not one part of it they disliked. There were a few differen sports to choose from, once they decided they wanted to do one. Broomstick racing sounded like something they wanted to do, but when they first saw it they decided it wasn't for them. They liked danger, yes, but they also liked reliability, and there was too much unplanned chaos in broom racing. But from the first Quidditch match they watched, they were sold. The rules were clear, you could go as fast as you wanted, and it looked like so much fun. They'd played a version of Quidditch with their siblings before, but this... this was something else. So, they decided they would play Quidditch. They practiced their skills on a broom even more than they had already been doing, tried out different brooms that their friends let them borrow, and even tried wielding a beater's bat. And when they got home for the summer, they doubled their efforts when playing Quidditch with their family. They wanted to be a beater. It was the perfect mix of danger and rules, for them - being allowed to hit aggressive flying balls at people, for fun. And so, they practiced. But one day, their practice got to be a little too much. Zophyr had been getting stronger lately, and that day, she was feeling determined to do whatever it took to win. She was playing with the kids from her neighborhood (as usual, as a beater), and when the bludger got near her, she hit it to Emanaya, trying to get her to fall off her broom. But Zophyr had aimed a little off, and the ball hit her sister's broomstick instead... with such force that it broke it in half. Thankfully, it wasn't so bad that the parents weren't able to fix Emanaya's broomstick. But it did get Zophyr grounded, and their siblings were reluctant to let them play with them again. Zophyr themselves were very confused at how such a thing could have happened, but it wasn't until a few days later that they realized how helpful such a skill could be. It didn't seem to be against the rules of Quidditch... so why not hone it, just in case? WC=514/400

☽ ✧ ☾ Sixth Sense Reducio Pretty much everyone who knew Zophyr even a little bit knew how they liked to observe. They stayed on the sidelines most of the time, but they knew all the tea. They were there for all the chaos. Noticing what others didn't was their favorite hobby. Of course, the quiet gracefulness with which they carried themselves was helpful. As was their ability to stay hidden when they felt like it. That way, they could observe things they weren't normally allowed to without getting caught. But watching, discerning the important parts, that was a skill that they had honed over the years. The more they loved it, the more they did it, and the more they did it, the more they loved it. There was something addicting to knowing things other people never cared to. It added an air of mystery to them, which was always cool. But it also made them feel like they had a private look into the way the world worked, the way the gears turned inside the earth. Yes, anyone could look, if they wanted to. But that was the problem: most people didn't want to. They cared about their own business, which was fair enough, but Zophyr couldn't understand how they weren't the tiniest bit curious about the world and the people around them. Even if what the Uagadou student observed was not always all that useful, it was always captivating. Never a loss of time. It was one day during the Easter holidays of their second year that Zophyr really realized how alone they were in this habit. Their family were spending a few months in Eldoret, Kenya. Zophyr, their brother Sayel, and Riyani had decided to go to a nearby market as Zophyr had run out of broom polish and Sayel needed new shoes. The market was packed - there were people everywhere. And Zophyr just had to pause a second to look around, even as their parent was trying to get them to hurry and get out of this crowd. Because there was a little girl over there, probably Sayel's age, who sneakily stole a bouquet of flowers from a store while the seller was looking away, and brought it over to a hunched over old woman with silvery hair and a cane that looked like it had been used for at least three decades. And the hunched old woman smiled a smile that seemed to radiate across time and space, and the girl looked so very proud of herself, and the shopkeeper noticed something was off, but he couldn't seem to figure out what. And over there, a couple of teenagers sitting on the roof of a house, hiding, their eyes fixated on some adults down below - who were most definitely searching for them, from the frantic way they looked from left to right. But the teenagers were giggling together and drawing on each other's arms while they soaked in their freedom. And further away, there was a lizard on a stone, laying in the sun, until someone inevitably stopped nearby and blocked the rays from reaching the creature. So it got up, and in that speedy hyperactive way lizards moved, found a new warm rock to enjoy, up until someone else got in the way. Riyani was pulling Zophyr's arm now, annoyed, but the kid just couldn't tear their eyes away from everything, because there was so much to see. And sure, they really needed that broom polish, but couldn't that wait? It was so unfortunate Riyani hated crowds and being around people so much. They were so interesting. It was then that Zophyr spotted a nearby potioneer. It was clear this person was of the wizarding world, and there was probably glamour over their stall to make sure muggles thought it was a cheap, fake seer or something. But these potions were real. And this potioneer even more so. He was chatting with a customer, and though Zophyr couldn't tell what he was saying, he was obviously flirting. So much so that the customer was not paying attention as he put a pink-looking liquid into the potion he was making her. But Zophyr was. They knew their potions well enough to see it was amortentia, and that the customer had not asked for it. The unfortunate thing was, Zophyr was on the other side of the market, and Riyani was still struggling to pull them out of it. There was no way they could get to her and warn her, and even less of a chance she would believe them. And so, reluctantly, they followed their parent out of the market, looking one last time back at the stall, where the seller was giving the customer her potion, changed slightly unbeknownst to her. And no one else had seen. Though Zophyr had a small feeling of shame for not doing something about it, their indifference over things that didn't impact them took over. The positive was that now they were rather sure they were good enough at observing that they wouldn't get into any trouble without noticing. Hopefully. WC=850/400

Broom Racer? NO. ---☽--- Quidditch Player? YES - Beater. ---☾--- Duelist? NO.

Broom used: Nimbus 1500 Description: Efficient racing broom although slower nowadays. Effect: In the role of Beater, if you hit an opponent with a bludger the bludger will then ricochet off that user and target a second opponent of choice (must be declared, if not declared the target will be random and can be an ally but not yourself).