SEMYON "SENYA" VIKTOROVICH REZNIKOV SECOND YEAR | DURMSTRANG | KEEPER ━━━━━━━ ♔ ━━━━━━━ letting silence speak as each word devours and consumes him

Name | Semyon Viktorovich Reznikov Age | 11 DoB | February, 2013 Species | Human Status | Wizardborn

"How do I look?" "Convincingly Human?"

Durmstrang Institute | School 2nd Year | School Year Quidditch | Sport Keeper, 2nd String | Quidditch Position #5b7a56 | Hex Code

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SENYA'S TRUNK

STATS
Sta 5 | Eva 10 | Str 0 | Wis 10 | Arc 0 | Acc 10

SYSTEM
Quidditch, Keeper 2nd String

I. IMPARTIAL

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Senya is a ghost of sorts, thriving in the role of an observer, an unspeaking shadow. Which thrives on his passivity, apathy almost, both in the physical but also emotional sense. There is not much expression in his eyes, face or stance really. But who could blame the little ghost, thriving in the shadows? The most active one could see him would likely be at Quidditch, which truth to be told, did not really qualify as ‘active’ in the sense of a beater or a regular seeker. He remained true to himself, though what even is a self? Was it not just a construct and a game of make-belief? Was it not a role to be played, portrayed and presented to those that seeked answers? Senya seeked answers but his perspective was off-puttish and distant. He rarely could relate to the woes of those around him, those plagued by desire, adjustment and dreams. Senya was but a single drop in the ocean, unaware and unbothered. An insect amongst many, not a worker in a colony, not a prey to be consumed by the masses. He was himself and yet so unlike a self would be categorized as he was swept away by the currents and entanglements of life. A dragonfly on the hunt with eyes on a prize, programmed to single minded goals and afar from mortal desires. He was an alien on this human planet with single-minded focus on being unfocused, gazing upon the big picture of things while caught up in the details. There were things beyond human comprehension. What even entailed being human, wasn’t it all just born out of a desire to fit in and group? So did the lack of such desires make him inhumane? Senya seldom had to stop and consider yet his mind seemed to be in a constant pause of calculation, of himself, those around him and matters that desired perspective. Yet those details were elusive, just as he seemed to be. Often invisible in matters unless he himself decided that stepping out of the shadows would allow for things to go the way he wished them to, which brought up the very next question… What was his way? Was it not just the way of any primitive being that humans liked to underestimate? Humans bored and fascinated him, though their physical appearance swept over him just like any other wave that wished to make an impact and failed as it was swallowed by the shore. He was far more interested in the brain, in desires and the observations that could be made. He did not desire to become knowledgeable, nor did he desire to catch the eyes of others. Appearances were secondary if not tertiary or lower on the scale of importance. What was important? Perhaps he would work on that question, right after he figured out why human connection was something to yearn for. The human mind bore many mysteries and complex enough to keep him far away from it, as the forest called to him. Insects were fascinating, highly complex and yet they could be analyzed without the need to factor in too many unsure variables. Speaking was a chore and unless it was made clear to be necessary, what was the point in communication if proper reception was not an expectation. Was it not more simple to communicate in other means? Means that did not allow for miscommunication? Senya raised his pinky at an awkward angle and stared at the ladybug sitting on it. A bug that was a beetle, how was a beetle ‘lucky’, they served no luck-based purpose to humans. Harvest Beetle would have been more suitable for these spotted, red protectors. Who was he to make such claims though, after all he was a ghost and his presence minimal at best. What impact could he have? He did not desire to make an impact and yet when he was picked up by Valentin like a stray cat from the streets, he seemed to see purpose in the Russian boy. Senya did not mind being swept away by the white haired being. If he wished Senya to have purpose, the younger boy would not deny him such. He lacked the desire for victory but being seen akin to a dragonfly on the hunt, well he could afford to be a little less invisible. It was Valentin directing the current for now, and as per usual, Senya allowed himself to be swept away by the flow of things, impartial, passive and true to ‘himself’ whatever that may mean to him.

[quote][center][size=150][b]SENYA'S TRUNK[/b][/size][/quote][/center]
[quote][center]STATS
Sta 5 | Eva 10 | Str 0 | Wis 10 | Arc 0 | Acc 10

SYSTEM
Quidditch, Keeper 2nd String

I. IMPARTIAL[/center][reducio]Senya is a ghost of sorts, thriving in the role of an observer, an unspeaking  shadow. Which thrives on his passivity, apathy almost, both in the physical but also emotional sense. There is not much expression in his eyes, face or stance really. But who could blame the little ghost, thriving in the shadows? The most active one could see him would likely be at Quidditch, which truth to be told, did not really qualify as ‘active’ in the sense of a beater or a regular seeker. He remained true to himself, though what even is a self? Was it not just a construct and a game of make-belief? Was it not a role to be played, portrayed and presented to those that seeked answers? Senya seeked answers but his perspective was off-puttish and distant. He rarely could relate to the woes of those around him, those plagued by desire, adjustment and dreams. Senya was but a single drop in the ocean, unaware and unbothered. An insect amongst many, not a worker in a colony, not a prey to be consumed by the masses. He was himself and yet so unlike a self would be categorized as he was swept away by the currents and entanglements of life. A dragonfly on the hunt with eyes on a prize, programmed to single minded goals and afar from mortal desires. He was an alien on this human planet with single-minded focus on being unfocused, gazing upon the big picture of things while caught up in the details. There were things beyond human comprehension. What even entailed being human, wasn’t it all just born out of a desire to fit in and group? So did the lack of such desires make him inhumane? Senya seldom had to stop and consider yet his mind seemed to be in a constant pause of calculation, of himself, those around him and matters that desired perspective. Yet those details were elusive, just as he seemed to be. Often invisible in matters unless he himself decided that stepping out of the shadows would allow for things to go the way he wished them to, which brought up the very next question… What was his way? Was it not just the way of any primitive being that humans liked to underestimate? Humans bored and fascinated him, though their physical appearance swept over him just like any other wave that wished to make an impact and failed as it was swallowed by the shore. He was far more interested in the brain, in desires and the observations that could be made. He did not desire to become knowledgeable, nor did he desire to catch the eyes of others. Appearances were secondary if not tertiary or lower on the scale of importance. What was important? Perhaps he would work on that question, right after he figured out why human connection was something to yearn for. The human mind bore many mysteries and complex enough to keep him far away from it, as the forest called to him. Insects were fascinating, highly complex and yet they could be analyzed without the need to factor in too many unsure variables. Speaking was a chore and unless it was made clear to be necessary, what was the point in communication if proper reception was not an expectation. Was it not more simple to communicate in other means? Means that did not allow for miscommunication? Senya raised his pinky at an awkward angle and stared at the ladybug sitting on it. A bug that was a beetle, how was a beetle ‘lucky’, they served no luck-based purpose to humans. Harvest Beetle would have been more suitable for these spotted, red protectors. Who was he to make such claims though, after all he was a ghost and his presence minimal at best. What impact could he have? He did not desire to make an impact and yet when he was picked up by Valentin like a stray cat from the streets, he seemed to see purpose in the Russian boy. Senya did not mind being swept away by the white haired being. If he wished Senya to have purpose, the younger boy would not deny him such. He lacked the desire for victory but being seen akin to a dragonfly on the hunt, well he could afford to be a little less invisible. It was Valentin directing the current for now, and as per usual, Senya allowed himself to be swept away by the flow of things, impartial, passive and true to ‘himself’ whatever that may mean to him.[/reducio][/quote]

Pending July 1 (Lear)
WC for the backstory is only 158 words if year 1 is included. We need more. Further, we need to know what happened to your biological father. Your biological mother if different from your present mothers. If you are adopted, this would be a major, relevant life event we would need mentioned.

Approved July 1 (Lear)
Encyclopedia can be found there.

NPC Name: Vyacheslav “Slava” Aleksandrovich Preobrazhensky
Link: Here
Year: Eighth (Hogwarts Seventh)

Stats: +5 from graduation, +2 from duel wins
Before:
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 9 +1
Strength: 17 +4
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 20 +2

After:
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 10
Strength: 21
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 22

Abilities: Fearless

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For better or worse, Slava’s behavior had long been marked by a certain degree of recklessness. He loved dares and the thrilling feeling of adrenaline, pushing himself so he could have fun and live life to the fullest. He didn’t want anything to hold him back. Perhaps his sense of fear was slightly lacking, perhaps he just knew how to push through it… whatever the reason, he was a doer, acting before he could think—a habit that was both rewarded and punished through experience. If he succeeded, he had fun and gained new achievements and memories, and if he failed, well, maybe there was something to be learned. Still, no matter how many times he stumbled or got himself into trouble, he just couldn’t shake the impulsivity. To him, it was what made life extra interesting.

He learned that you earned nothing if you didn’t try, and significant value lay in persevering despite fear. An example of this from Slava’s early days at Durmstrang was when he overcame his uneasiness around heights to play Quidditch—something that would become one of his most cherished passions. But while Slava may have had a relatively unbothered attitude towards normal dangers that he encountered, he didn’t know how to handle a person being a source of danger.

Some people were just off; there was something about them that made others give them a wide berth in the corridors and sent younger years scurrying. Nichlas Forsberg was one such unsettling person. When they first met, their tense interactions made Slava uncomfortable, and he responded rather unwisely, snapping at Nichlas and later provoking him. The Russian didn’t understand why, but something about the other boy just rubbed him the wrong way, making him uncharacteristically hostile. If there was one thing Slava was to be known for, surely it would be his friendliness, yet it was notably absent during these encounters.

It was the unease that made him act differently—Nichlas scared him, and yet Slava couldn’t help but keep pushing back, even when he knew it was reckless and foolish. He couldn’t bring himself to run from the situation, and he couldn’t back down from a challenge regardless of how nervous it made him. It was this stubbornness that made them butt heads, but the same stubbornness got them past their rocky start. Despite Slava’s discomfort, it was perhaps because of the danger that he was drawn to Nichlas and unable to let things go. The more time they spent around each other, though, the less hostile the interactions became, as their understanding of one another grew. Nichlas was certainly peculiar, but eventually Slava realized that that wasn’t so bad after all.

While Nichlas had been unsettling, that wasn’t a good enough excuse for how Slava had behaved. At the beginning, he had been far too quick to judge, constantly thinking the worst of Nichlas and vilifying him even when it wasn’t deserved. And yet, despite all of that, over time, Nichlas managed to become very important to Slava and they developed a bond that he was grateful for. Acceptance, kindness, and openness had long been some of Slava’s core values, but initially, he hadn’t treated Nichlas accordingly and he didn’t like that. The course of their relationship served as a reminder of the importance of such things, and Slava would take that to heart and change how he treated people like Nichlas in the future.

Everyone should be given a chance and offered kindness, no matter how bad they might have seemed from first impressions. Slava believed there was good in everyone. Why should he fear people he didn’t understand when he could be offering friendship and positivity instead? Even if they were mean or uninterested in him, at least he would have tried. There was too much judgement and strife in the world already; he didn’t need to add to it. Instead, he wanted to do his part to try to create an environment that was a little bit more compassionate and kind.

(668 words)
(Permission from Nichlas's writer was given to mention him)

Extracurricular: Remaining in Quidditch as a Beater.

Content Changes: N/A

Trunk Coding:

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Statistics
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 9
Strength: 17
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 20

Proof of wins: +2 stat points from Quidditch wins, +5 stat points from duel wins)

Abilities

First Ability: Evasive Maneuvers

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Vyacheslav, even at the young age of 13, had already been involved in perhaps more than his fair share of fights. His desire for the rush of adrenaline and his tendency to tease people and stir up trouble had pushed others over the edge many a time. Still, he mostly enjoyed it, even if his older brother had to come save his neck sometimes. He learned to dodge, to be light on his feet, and to sharpen his senses so that he would know when people were coming—which also helped him avoid getting caught when he set up pranks. With endless amounts of energy, reacting quickly and ducking or jumping to the side was never a problem.

At home, he got practice by dodging Maksim when messing around. While Vyacheslav was often the one to initiate it, Maksim wasn't afraid to hit back—jokingly with his fists or by throwing objects at him in a futile attempt to get him to shut up. When he was younger, a fair amount of them would hit, but he soon learned to dodge and would do so with a huge, self-satisfied grin while continuing to babble on about whatever he was annoying his brother with that day.

Once, he got to see a travelling circus. In awe of the acrobatics in the performances, he persuaded his parents to sign him up for gymnastics. He did that for years before going to Durmstrang, and continued to return there during the summers. He had a natural affinity for it, and became rather good at it after lots of practice. Using it as a way to dodge was almost too showy and unnecessary, even for him, so he used it sparingly. However, these skills and the training made him more nimble and improved his flexibility and reflexes.

A flicker in his peripheral vision, the sound of footsteps, the slight raising of a voice, an innate sense… all of them would alert the boy to impending danger. Avoiding getting hit became something ingrained in his nature, and he started doing it almost subconsciously, moving in response to the small signals before he even realised that he had spotted them. He could dodge hexes, punches, and things that his brother threw at him, often in the morning in an attempt to wake him up or if he got irritated after Vyacheslav woke him up instead. Sometimes he still got hit, but it was undeniable that he had improved greatly over the years.

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Second Ability: Broken Broomshaft

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Quidditch. It was one of the things that Vyacheslav had become most passionate about, even if that had only taken effect in the past year. He had had a minor fear of flying until he put himself out there and joined the Quidditch team on a dare. He realised that he was starting to enjoy it, and the fear dissipated with a little bit of time and the thrill of some danger. There was always the risk of being hit with a bludger and off of his broom, but there was also the chance that he could hit back. Hard.

Impulsive, reckless, and hotheaded with a penchant for insults were not good traits to have if one wanted to stay out of trouble. Slava made no attempt to avoid it, provoking people regardless of the consequences. Light on his feet after years passed, his dodging had improved, but the fact remained that he had to get help from Maksim or flee a lot of the time. Sure, he had fists and learned to use them, and he wasn't weak, but he was often faced with bigger and stronger opponents. He had to learn to do more damage.

Training was the simplest way to improve, getting his brother and parents to help him practice or set up equipment. His parents didn't approve of the physical fighting, but it was difficult to stop him and there was no harm in being prepared with self-defense techniques in case things ever went wrong or magic couldn't be used. He managed to make some progress in this time, and he just got further with that in his years at Durmstrang, particularly during his first year of joining the Quidditch team. His motivation was rekindled by the desire to be the best at what he did. His highly competitive nature helped him improve himself and his strength.

Slava was not a boy with a tough upbringing or tragic past, and he frequently struggled to take things seriously. Despite that, he did get knocked down—literally and occasionally metaphorically—but he would always get back up again and finish what he started. His determination didn't cease and he learned to hold his own without needing as much help from his brother. He began hitting things with enough force to sometimes break them. He was a happy kid with a good heart, but a rather destructive nature. This nature was demonstrated in Quidditch by his position as a Beater and from the first time he broke someone's broom.

Word Count: 420 words

Third Ability: Charmer

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Bright eyes and an ever-present smile seemed to define Vyacheslav. Perhaps not taking things seriously made him foolish, but he enjoyed living life. He felt emotions powerfully and the joy that came with the dawn of a new day never ceased to refresh him every morning. An energetic spirit and a laugh always at the ready made him get along with many people. His impulsivity and the fact that he was rarely ever quiet got him into his fair share of trouble, but he would bounce back each time, and his recklessness made him fun. He was incredibly loyal and would do anything to make sure that the people he cared about would keep smiling.

He grew up with an older brother and parents who owned a pub. People from all over the world passed through and Slava would never hesitate to attempt to entertain them in return for a few stories. When he was little, kind visitors would buy the cute kid with a smile too wide for his own face a snack or gently tell him about their travels. Adventures had always been his favourite—both to hear about or to attempt to go on. He dragged his brother on many a fantasy quest in their childhood, most of them inspired by the tales he had been told. When a few more years went by, he took more of an interest in sports or fighting as adventures, but he still enjoyed talking to the people who spent time at the pub.

Maksim was far better at sweet-talking than Slava had ever been, but that hardly bothered him. His eagerness made up for whatever refined smooth-talking he lacked, and he developed a natural charisma as his early childhood faded away. There was something about his mirthful energy that tended to attract people without him having to try. It was in his nature to make sure that he and anyone who didn't oppose him was having fun. He had no qualms with doing things that other people would consider embarrassing or making silly faces to try to cheer a friend up. He had no training in proper etiquette compared to many of the purebloods that filled the school, but he truly cared and he was nothing if not real and genuine in everything he did.

Fake masks to make people like him was never his style. As long as his brother and his closest friends still cared about him in return, he would not worry himself with whether a stranger liked him or not. Despite that, he would never hesitate to try to impress someone or rise to a challenge, so long as it was by being himself. The more he grew up, the more sure of himself he became, and when he was confident in his own abilities, it showed. It allowed him to love other people fully without much penalty, as he knew that even if they hurt him by leaving, his family would always be there for him and he wouldn't hate himself for being unable to please everyone. The content child would instead go into most situations with an open mind and an endless amount of excitement.

Word Count: 530

Fourth Ability: Evasive Maneuvers II

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Slava had become decent at dodging, yes, but it still wasn’t enough. He was still getting hit frequently when someone attempted it – too frequently. He knew he had to do something – namely, get better. So he picked up his old training techniques that he had used to improve his dodging in the first place, which was mostly dragging his brother Maksim into whatever new idea he had for how to practice that day. It ranged from having Max throw things at him to having the two directly spar. Somehow, Maksim humored his brother nearly every time, despite Slava’s limitless energy and insistence on practicing as frequently as possible.

After many times of being hit in the face, Slava insisted he was improving. Whether this was true or not was debatable, so he started adding other forms of “training”. These were less direct, focusing instead on other aspects such as general fitness. He started running more, practicing his endurance, speed, and different types of movements such as how quickly he could move from side to side, dodging some invisible projectile. He practiced throwing and catching to improve his reflexes, seeing small improvements when returning to training with his brother.

Anyone who knew Slava would consider this unusual commitment for him. Daily workouts and practices as well as persevering through periods of stagnancy in improvement demonstrated his dedication. For a boy who jumped from hobby to hobby and couldn’t keep his attention on anything for long, his pursuit of this goal was notably different. The physical activity was an outlet for his boundless energy, and something active was less likely to bore him and more able to occupy him instead. It had always been easier for him to exercise – go for a run, do some sparring, or participate in gymnastics, go flying on his broom, play Quidditch – rather than to sit down and read or do schoolwork. He would much rather train his evasive skills than train his mind. That wasn’t to say he was stupid, he just had trouble concentrating and didn’t care much for bookishness. Instead, he sought activity, adrenaline, a more tangible feeling of life.

Even if working on improving his physical abilities was something he could focus better on, it was also something he just enjoyed. That enjoyment motivated him, and over time, he started seeing significant improvement in his ability to dodge once more, satisfying his goal.

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Fifth Ability: Paragon of Health

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Slava had always been full of life. Bouncy, carefree, and energetic, his enthusiasm made him near unstoppable. Those who disliked him tended to find him annoying or insensitive, irritated by his positivity and energy that he brought to nearly every situation, regardless of whether it was the right time or place. However, to those who liked him, he was entertaining, refreshing, and charming. This would be taken a step further for those who had a full friendship or defined companionship, as they would often find themselves unusually invigorated by his presence. He would motivate people, hype them up, bring them joy, both through his actions and his general presence. It was something that came naturally to him, lifting up those around him. He was always the hype man, the energy when others grew tired, the friend there to tell you to keep going, keep pushing through it.

In Quidditch and other scenarios, this effect of Slava’s presence meant that some individuals could keep going for longer when he had been there. Something about him just allowed them to gain that extra bit of energy needed to last longer. He boosted them, understanding the importance of morale and high spirits. People could simply achieve more and do better when they had more energy and/or a support system by their side. Having teammates and companions who would lift you up or be there for you, or help to carry your burden or accomplish a task, was incredibly important and Slava recognized that. People weren’t meant to do things alone. And so while he was sometimes reckless and careless in what he charged into, occasionally accidentally putting himself or others in danger in the process, Slava always made sure to check up on his friends periodically, making sure that at the end of the day they were safe and well, and doing his best to help them if they weren’t.

As for how he helped – he was rather poor at providing emotional support with those deep, understanding conversations, but he knew how to distract, and he would physically stay with people when they were hurting even if everyone else left. No man left behind. He was never ashamed to care about people, proudly declaring his love for people both jokingly and genuinely depending on the instance. He had never shielded his emotions or masked his personality, and the love and energy he held would radiate out to others, affecting certain people particularly positively.

Word Count: 411

Sixth Ability: Fearless

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For better or worse, Slava’s behavior had long been marked by a certain degree of recklessness. He loved dares and the thrilling feeling of adrenaline, pushing himself so he could have fun and live life to the fullest. He didn’t want anything to hold him back. Perhaps his sense of fear was slightly lacking, perhaps he just knew how to push through it… whatever the reason, he was a doer, acting before he could think—a habit that was both rewarded and punished through experience. If he succeeded, he had fun and gained new achievements and memories, and if he failed, well, maybe there was something to be learned. Still, no matter how many times he stumbled or got himself into trouble, he just couldn’t shake the impulsivity. To him, it was what made life extra interesting.

He learned that you earned nothing if you didn’t try, and significant value lay in persevering despite fear. An example of this from Slava’s early days at Durmstrang was when he overcame his uneasiness around heights to play Quidditch—something that would become one of his most cherished passions. But while Slava may have had a relatively unbothered attitude towards normal dangers that he encountered, he didn’t know how to handle a person being a source of danger.

Some people were just off; there was something about them that made others give them a wide berth in the corridors and sent younger years scurrying. Nichlas Forsberg was one such unsettling person. When they first met, their tense interactions made Slava uncomfortable, and he responded rather unwisely, snapping at Nichlas and later provoking him. The Russian didn’t understand why, but something about the other boy just rubbed him the wrong way, making him uncharacteristically hostile. If there was one thing Slava was to be known for, surely it would be his friendliness, yet it was notably absent during these encounters.

It was the unease that made him act differently—Nichlas scared him, and yet Slava couldn’t help but keep pushing back, even when he knew it was reckless and foolish. He couldn’t bring himself to run from the situation, and he couldn’t back down from a challenge regardless of how nervous it made him. It was this stubbornness that made them butt heads, but the same stubbornness got them past their rocky start. Despite Slava’s discomfort, it was perhaps because of the danger that he was drawn to Nichlas and unable to let things go. The more time they spent around each other, though, the less hostile the interactions became, as their understanding of one another grew. Nichlas was certainly peculiar, but eventually Slava realized that that wasn’t so bad after all.

While Nichlas had been unsettling, that wasn’t a good enough excuse for how Slava had behaved. At the beginning, he had been far too quick to judge, constantly thinking the worst of Nichlas and vilifying him even when it wasn’t deserved. And yet, despite all of that, over time, Nichlas managed to become very important to Slava and they developed a bond that he was grateful for. Acceptance, kindness, and openness had long been some of Slava’s core values, but initially, he hadn’t treated Nichlas accordingly and he didn’t like that. The course of their relationship served as a reminder of the importance of such things, and Slava would take that to heart and change how he treated people like Nichlas in the future.

Everyone should be given a chance and offered kindness, no matter how bad they might have seemed from first impressions. Slava believed there was good in everyone. Why should he fear people he didn’t understand when he could be offering friendship and positivity instead? Even if they were mean or uninterested in him, at least he would have tried. There was too much judgement and strife in the world already; he didn’t need to add to it. Instead, he wanted to do his part to try to create an environment that was a little bit more compassionate and kind.

Word Count: 668

Note: Mentions of Maksim Preobrazhensky were approved by Ami Procoppio.

Extracurricular: Quidditch, Beater

Approved July 1 (Lear)

Name: Luka Sergovich Antonov
School: Durmstrang
Year: 2nd
Status: Wizardborn

Appearance: He's fairly tall for his height, standing at 5'3. He has quite fair skin and his eyes are a darker shade of brown with a reddish tint to them. His dirty blonde hair loosely falls just over his ears, usually not styled. he has a decently muscular build but he prefers to wear baggier clothes which make it less noticable.

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FC: Rudy Pankow

Personality: Luka had never found making friends or just talking to people to be something he wanted to do. It's not that he doesn't know how, it's that it takes time and effort to build a good relationship with someone and to him the results just weren't worth it. He often comes off as cold and dismissive to others.

History:

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The biggest mystery in Luka’s life is the identities of his parents. All he knows about them is that his father (Andrey) had abandoned him before he was born, and his mother, Katya, had died of dragonpox when he was only six months old. His moms, Eve and Sofia, were close friends with Katya and took him in after her untimely demise. Luka was raised in Plyos, Russia after he was adopted, the town his moms grew up in.

Eve and Sofia had known each other from a young age, both of them came from wizarding families of mixed blood statuses. They both attended Koldovstoretz along with Luka’s mother who they met at the school. The two girls ended up falling in love and getting together in their sixth year at the school but had to keep their relationship a secret from everyone in the school and even their families due to the LGBTQ community generally being looked down upon in Russia. Once they graduated from Koldovstoretz in 2005 the couple decided to come out to their immediate family members, who supported them in their relationship. On March 15, 2009, Eve and Sofia traveled to Norway and got married.

Luka lived a fairly normal life, he was homeschooled by his grandmother (Sofia's mom) along with his two cousins, and had regular muggle friends. He was aware of the magical world but never saw any more of it than the spells his moms would use around the house. But when he was eight, he created magic of his own. It was a warm and sunny spring day, Luka was walking back home after playing at the local park. He had been being taunted by another boy there that day. As he walked down the trail he spotted a bunch of little purple flowers by the edge of the path. He walked over to them and crouched down, inspecting the little flowers. He plucked one and held it in his palm. The small flower immediately began to wither at his touch. He flinched back in shock, but that soon changed to glee as he ran back home to tell his moms what had happened.

Over the years, the person Luka grew close to was his grandfather, Sergei, Eve's father. He was quite stand offish, but when he met his grandson for the first time he promised to treat him as his own son. Sergei's wife and son had both died during the process of childbirth when Eve was thirteen. There had been a huge snow storm in the area for the past few days and by the time they arrived at the nearest hospital it was too late. So he developed a strong connection to Luka as his father figure. He looks up to him and wants to be as strong, smart, and brave as his grandfather is.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? No

Stats:
Stamina | 7
Evasion | 7
Strength | 5
Wisdom | 5
Arcane Power | 5
Accuracy | 6

Special Race: Dhampir (WC: 565)

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Andrey was born to Laila Korolyova, a halfblood witch, and Vladimir, a vampire. He hated his father, he had cursed him and hadn’t even stuck around to help raise him. He never had the chance to make normal friends and play outside like a regular kid. His mom tried to join a homeschool co-op to get him to meet other kids, but none would talk to him.

Eventually, they quit the co-op and his mom would homeschool him full-time while his stepdad, Mikael, would go to work. And that’s just how Andrey’s life was for years. Being a Dhampir, he never got to attend a school of magic, but when he was 13 his mother had to have his grandmother move in with them to teach Andrey so that his mom could pick up a job to help with the family's finances. His grandmother's way of teaching was very strict and tiring. Since he never left the house, she would make him work nearly all day. After enduring two years of constant schoolwork and chores, he begged his mom for a way out of it. She told him that she had met a wizarding family who had moved into the town recently and that they had a daughter who was his age. She decided to invite the family over for dinner one night, which led to Andrey making his first friend in 15 years.

The girl’s name was Clair, and she was the nicest and most caring person Andrey had ever met. They both hit it off immediately, bonding over shared hobbies and interests. Her family had moved to the town nearly two months prior, but Clair had only just gotten there a week before, due to her being at Koldovstoretz during the school year. The two were soon inseparable, Clair didn’t mind his ghostly appearance and he didn’t mind her incessant rambling. They would end up staying friends for years, writing letters to each other when she was at school.

During the summer of 2011, Clair came to Andrey telling him about this girl she had met through a friend she made back when she was at school. She told him they were all going out and that he had to come. He agreed and later that night he and Clair met up with her friend, Sara, and Katya, a muggle-born witch who'd graduated from Koldovstoretz two years before Clair. From the very first moment he laid eyes on Katya, he knew he was in love. The look of wonder in her eyes when she looked at him, and the way she could light up a room with her perfect smile made him fall even harder for her.

Shortly after their first meeting, Andrey worked up the courage to ask her out. They began dating soon after that, but a few months later Katya came to him with news. She was pregnant with his kid. He hadn’t told her that he was half vampire yet, and now there was another kid, his kid, who was going to be forced to bear this curse. It was too much to handle for Andrey, so he left, leaving Katya to raise a kid who’s never going to be normal, to have to figure out why his top canines will never grow in, or why the sun burns him after only a few minutes of being in it.

If special race/ability, how did they join the school?
For the 2023-2024 school year, Luka was homeschooled by his grandmother, but both of his cousins went off to either Durmstrang or Koldovstoretz. He asked his moms about why he hadn't gotten a letter saying he'd been admitted to either schools and the only explanation they would give him was that it had something to do with his father. Neither Eve nor Sofia knew much about Luka's father, but they assumed he had something to do with their son's vampiric appearance. They never said anything to Luka about it, due to the chance that they were wrong, but their best guess as to why he wasn't able to go to one of the schools was that his father had vampire blood.

Pending Sept 21 - Lear
A few clarifications. The first being the blood status for your character, a wizardborn whose mother died in a car crash. This is pretty unusual in terms of your character's mother having magic to self-heal and that they were using a car rather than other means of transportation. Essentially, why did this happen? Again, your character is a wizardborn, but they attended muggle school. Your father also went to muggle school, a dhampir-wizard? I am not entirely sure how this would have happened considering blood status'. The final concern is your character, a dhampir but unaware of it and I am not really sure how this can be reconciled in a logical way. There would be appetites, physical features and physical symptoms that are relatively well-known in the wizarding world. This is pretty noticeable and durmstrang did not admit special races until this year.

Car crash, this is one of those wizards doing muggle things and then dying before they can fix themselves sorts of situations to try to make this work. I personally suggest avoiding the use of a car, but you could explain the car with your mother being muggle born and for some reason preferring cars over the faster and easier magical means of transportation. As for her dying however, she would basically need to have died instantly, we are talking semi trailing at full speed running her car over or her speeding into a brick wall. It might be easier to claim she died of a magical illness, a potion-accident or even a broom accident (ie fell from a great height and died of her injuries on impact).

Your character's father, a half-blood or wizard born (I assume the later) dhampir would indicate that your mother had a half-blooded wizard parent and their grandparent was a muggleborn wizard. This takes them a few generations out of the muggle world, so being reared in muggle society is pretty strange. Even moreso considering the fact that they are a dhampir. I personally suggest tutoring, homescooling, or some sort of small group teaching (co-op). This does make meeting your character's mother challenging, but they are both members of magical society and could have met in any number of shared magical places such as diagon alley.

The last point is being a dhampir and not knowing it. Dhampirs do drink blood, have physical features indicating that they are one and these features are unique and somewhat well-known in magical society. I am not sure how your mother could have been unaware of this and further how the school could have been even if you were personally sheltered from this information somehow. I am not sure how to reconcile "not knowing" on your part, that is up to you if you want to play your character to that level of oblivious. Maybe they really paid no attention, but the school would have noticed. I personally suggest, your character was home schooled by your wizarding adoptive parent, or perhaps a paid tutor and then they transferred in after policies changed allowing for half-breed admission.

Approved - Fabian, 6 Oct
Link to encyclopedia.

Name: Boris Bucky Darwell
School: Durmstrang
Year: 2nd
Status: Halfborn

Appearance: He has beautiful and soft white hair that reaches his shoulders, his eyes are blue and green, and he has heterochromia, just like his cousin Alliasta. He has soft but attractive facial features for a man, a gene he inherited from his mother.

Personality: Boris's personality is more gentle and reserved. He cannot be very talkative with everyone. But this changes when it's with a close person. He becomes more outgoing and more excited. He is an adventurous and honest person. But he can be harsh and stubborn towards people who mess with him or his friends.

History:

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Boris lost his mother after day of his birth, because of her magical illnes. And even though it was sad for him, he had a father who always looked after him. He was the only child of his family. He had no first cousins because his father or mother had no siblings. Except for his foster mother, whom he saw as his only friend and cousin, and Alliasta, the daughter of his father's cousin, he and Alliasta grew up like siblings, and at every family gathering, they would avoid the other cousins and hang out together.

Since Boris did not have a mother when he was born, he was breastfed by Alliasta's mother, who was his father's cousin, so they lived in a house close to Alliasta's house until he was 3 years old, then they moved from there and went to his grandfather's house.

Boris's mother was a Veela and that was where his beauty came from. Boris was noticed everywhere with his white hair and heterochromia. His heterochromia was coming from his Grandfather's sister Lucy. Just like her distant cousin Alliasta. But while his eyes were blue and green, Alliasta's were blue and amber. This brought the two even closer, as they were both the only ones who received this gene, unlike their other cousins. He also shares the same birthday with Alliasta, the only difference is that Alliasta was born at night and Boris is during the day.

As Boris grew older, he saw Less often with Allliasta, only at family gatherings, but that was enough. His father was often abroad, so he hung out more with his grandmother and grandfather. That's why he loves old people so much and even learned to knit thanks to his grandmother. He visits his mother's grave every weekend and leaves a flower made of knitting he herself knitted there.

First Magic: Boris was 9 years old when he first started knitting. No matter how much his grandmother showed his, the scarf he knitted was not the same as his grandmother's. He was always making mistakes. Even though his grandmother said it was okay, he was too stubborn to stop. He was so angry that he threw the scarf on the ground, but it suddenly caught fire. Boris was smiling when his grandmother finally put it out. Because he didn't know that he did this, but it satisfied his stubbornness.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? No

Stats:
Stamina | 5
Evasion | 5
Strength | 7
Wisdom | 5
Arcane Power | 7
Accuracy | 6

Special Race: Part-Veela Word count: 515

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Boris's father is Victor. He had fallen in love with a Veela. He was very impressed by this beautiful veela woman named Elenor. Viktor had a purebred and strong family lineage. But their relationship with Elenor was not for this reason. The two of them loved each other.

Elenor always loved hanging out with Viktor's cousins. They were a very big family. Elenor especially loved Amelia because she was always kind and willing to help everyone. Coincidentally, the two got pregnant together. They were both actually expecting a girl. But Elenor fell ill close to birth. Even though Amelia was pregnant, she was always by Elenor's side.

Unfortunately, Elenor died after a day of Elenor's son Boris was born. This was devastating news for the family. But Amelia didn't know that they had lost Elenor. That evening, Amelia gave birth. They were both in the same hospital. When Amelia learned this, she was devastated. But she tried to get over it because she knew there was nothing she could do and that Elenor wouldn't want them to be upset. Even though Boris was left without a mother, Amelia took him in and nursed him with Alliasta. She was proud to be Boris's wet nurse. They were both very beautiful children. And Boris, he had white hair just like his mother, but the two babies had distinctively different colored eyes. This was so sweet.

When Boris grew up and understood most things, he was proud to be a Part-Veela because he felt like he carried a part of his mother. This had an impact on his life people always found him attractive. So this showed that he never had any difficulties because of his physical appearance while growing up. He was always a kind child and loved to make people happy. He usually hung out with older people. People who have white hair and love braiding, just like him.

Boris thought the color of his hair was strange, and of course his eyes, but he tried not to mind because people said it looked good on his. And he didn't want to give up his hair because it was something that made him look like his mother. But he always loved black hair, just like his father.

When he was little he wished he could be a full Veela, but then he would have to be a girl, not a boy, and his father couldn't be a wizard. That's why he gave up this idea when he was little and now that he's grown up. His father was always supportive of him. Boris loved his mother without even knowing her, and he loved the quality she gave him.

He could always make people love him. But he never liked people messing with his loved ones. He could even be rude for this. He had a stubborn personality like his mother. He had a strong build like his father. But the thing he always loved most about himself was his Veela blood, which came from his mother. Being a wizard and a Veela was perfect for him.

If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Boris was upset that he couldn't go to the Durmstrang school he always wanted to go to because he was part-veela. but he didn't mind because Amelia homeschooled him. Anyway, Amelia always gave pre-school education to her other nephews. Amelia came to Boris's house in Norway just to train him. Boris would have loved to join his cousin, but he wanted to go to Durmstrang. And he was overjoyed when the school finally said it could accept him.

STATUS: Pending, Viktoria 9/10
- Elinor was in a magical hospital when she gave birth. Medical magic guarantees survival when giving birth, she would not have died.

STATUS: Approved, 11th October

[quote] [center][b]Sports[/b][/center]
[b]Broom Racer:[/b] Yes
[b]Quidditch Player:[/b] No
[b]Duelist:[/b] No[/quote]
[quote][center][b]Statistics: [/b][/center]  [b]Stamina:[/b] 10
[b]Evasion:[/b] 10
[b]Strength:[/b] 10
[b]Wisdom:[/b] 10
[b]ArcPower:[/b]10
[b]Accuracy:[/b]10[/quote]
[quote][center][b]Abilities:[/b][/center]
[b]Evasive Maneuvers[/b]
[reducio]Gellert has always been a nimble child, flexible and quick, instead of muscular and large. The physical training at Durmstrang has helped cement his nimbleness through daily exercise. In fact, through physical education, his body had filled out with lean muscle allowing strength when jumping out of spells, dodging, and even twirling out of the way. His private tutor who was a very dedicated educator saw this nimbleness and began to train Gellert to increase in such ability. After gaining his permission, and his parents’ permission, the trainer had created a system where he shot harmless spells directly at the boy for the purpose of dodging. This proved to be very helpful for Gellert, as when he aged into school age, he had begun to desire to join a dueling team to prove his prowess and to gain magically powerful friends. His dream to do such has not been fulfilled yet but his natural body type and athleticism will be very helpful indeed when he indeed joins the ranks. In fact, this ability had been tested, when sadly when he was eleven, there had been an explosion that flung glass and metal into the air towards Gellert, due to a potions mishap. Luckily or skilfully, he was able to dodge most of the large fragments, only leaving him in the medical ward for three days. Through this occurrence, his name did spread in fame, for a bit, in the institute, as it was well received to have physical skill as well as magical skills. His desire to be physically nimble also strangely led him to the Muggle world, having heard of the martial arts from a chance meeting of a British half-blood who had come to visit his grandparents, who lived in the same area as Gellert’s family. In retrospect, this was quite strange for a Pureblood, but Gellert indeed asked to be allowed to join some training over the summer in order to keep his physical activity and thus his nimbleness up. Through the physical ardor in the institute and his dedication in the summer to muggle martial arts, Gellert became a strange individual who cemented his ability to dodge and weave better than most in a few years. Perhaps indeed it also made him desire a spot in the Hexwizard Competition which would provide a way for him to test his skills against wizards of other countries and levels. His pride might get in the way of him, but he was certain that his ability to dodge would make him victorious one day. [/reducio]
[b]Advanced Casting[/b]
[reducio]As said before, Gellert is a Pureblood from a line of wealthy Purebloods on one side and a line of self-dignified wand tree farmers who earned a fairly large wage from selling their wand wood. This signified that Gellert could receive just about any education he so desired. With his first accidental magic occurring at three and with a grandfather who was dedicated to noble propriety, this of course meant that private tutoring was pretty much a guarantee. The tutoring of course involved languages, history, politics, and any other Pureblood duties but it also included magic. He was taught the wand movements and incantations of many charms when he was younger than Durmstrang age, allowing him to be fully comfortable when he started casting during his actual school years. Although he was younger than ten, Gellert would often sneak in to the library,  and read the spell incantations over and over again in order to prepare for when he could truly cast the spell. With his intelligence and academic fervor, he was dedicated to practice all the incantations in his book every day and finished doing so about two months before he actually started his formal education. This combined with his thirst for power, combined with his capabilities, and his strong magical core, provided him with a slight advantage above others his own age, not a lot, but enough to have more effective spells, and easier casting. Although this of course did not make him the next Gellert Grindelwald but it still could bring some ease into creating the next Gellert Schroeder as a name people knew as magically proficient. Every year the spells he learnt were already an incantation and movement he remembered, due to his intelligence and his self drive for study, thus providing him a chance to practice before the class did, earning him the spot of one of the top casters in the Institute. His ability often catches the eye of the professors who deemed him as someone to look out for, due to both his skills as a caster but also due to his penchant for darker arts, as the British often described them. Not the evil ones as the British often denoted them all, but deeper and older magic that originated from a long long time ago, magic that seeped from the bones. It was something that made Gellert feel magic deep in his soul, something that impacted far more than any of the light spells. It was not power but it felt more real to him, runes, rituals, pacts, perhaps even blood pacts, though that wasn’t something that he had ever tried. He knew that it would be something he would do with a beloved if it was not illegal. There was something about these mental magics that filled something in him that other spells do not. Through his advanced casting, he was able to focus on the subjects he enjoyed without much difficulty, securing him the spot of the one of the academically successful wizards at Durmstrang.
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[b]Cat’s Grace[/b]
[reducio]Over the years, Gellert had realized the importance of stealth and silence in many parts of Wizarding power relations. The ability to sneak in and eavesdrop on many individuals was very advantageous in the establishment of bribes and the prevention of another noble family gaining plans over another. This was true vice-versa as well. So, as Gellert aged, he decided to train his natural agility spoken about beforehand also for the ability to walk quietly, blend into shadows, and gracefully enter and exit a room without anyone noticing. Although in the beginning, he was not very successful, his dedication to training such a skill allowed him to be graceful as a cat, combining his physical strength with agility, to hide in strange positions that most others can not hold, in order to eavesdrop on many conversations. The most significant conversation Gellert had overheard was the secret plans of Von Zinzendorf to surprise his uncle with a strange replication of a sea creature in his bathtub. It was not a dangerous situation, but Gellert relished the chance to reverse the card onto Zinzendorf and planned for weeks to surprise him with the same replica right when he returned from prancing Gellert’s uncle. In the end, the prank was successful, causing Zinzendorf to laugh and then in slight paranoia, though not offended, wonder who was the culprit. Gellert was never found out to this day. In this way, his gracefulness and stealth was tested humorously, but Gellert hoped to apply such skills in the political intrigues of the Wizarding World and to establish his own power throughout the years. He desired to understand the secret minds of the people around him, revealing the truth behind what they say out loud, what they do not admit except in the darks of night or solitude. Perhaps this made Gellert a cynical person, but he often found that everyone had secrets when they were alone. Everyone has things to hide. His grace was then perhaps both a blessing and a curse, providing him significant information for bribery, but also a deeper understanding of the dark nature of humanity. Without others to block them, people were often different in the confines of solitude than their apparent self, creating doubts in Gellert’s mind if he would ever truly find someone who was completely loyal to him as he would be to them, someone who he could trust without worry, even if they were alone. 
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[b]Charmer[/b]
[reducio]With his suave and confident manner, Gellert could convince most people that he was on their side, charming them to do anything he wanted. Combined with his sharp cheekbones, plush lips, and beautiful eyes, Gellert could pass for a prince if he so desired. The handsome features of his face coupled with the sharp, polite, manner, could just about entice anyone. He was a very self-assured individual allowing others to easily believe in his plans despite their initial misgivings and to fully trust in his intelligence. For those who’d rather trust academically based arguments than beauty, Gellert could easily display his intelligence and charm them through his strong grasp on logical concepts and their subject of interest.
His tutor had of course also educated him on Pureblood etiquette, cementing his behavior easily as one who would inherit wealth, again charming those who would not admit their jealousy for wealth but still pursued it.   His Pureblood etiquette was a way to establish his manners and reputation, but inwardly he was not fully such a cold and perfect individual, with warmth hidden deeply within his soul. However, he could turn on a mask very quickly and act as people expect him to. Charming people was after all a significant advantage in the process of making himself in control. If people submit willingly, the gaining of power was quite a bit much easier after all. 
There are three major ways Gellert charms people, his physical attractiveness, his silver tongue, and his intelligence. First, his physical attractiveness is a major part of his charm. His handsome face could be described model-like, his sharp features creating a form desired by many. At fourteen years of age, Gellert was already striking, his platinum hair and blue eyes creating a unique face rare to be seen in the world. This allowed him to attract the attention of people who wanted to date him. Second, his sharp tongue allowed him to intelligently  banter and to create tales that allowed himself to never be the blamed person. This charmed most people to believe he was the best person, kind, gentle, and such. Although usually he was indeed such and desired to be so, inside he felt as if there was something dark that could break out of him and prevent him from kindness and be capable of criminal acts. Finally, his intellect allowed him to plan ages ahead in order to offer exactly what people wanted when they first saw him. This allowed charming to come quite easily as he always liked to offer what people desire.
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[b]Nonverbal Casting[/b]
[reducio]As a pureblood and intelligent person, Gellert had an affinity for magic. He also was very dedicated to his studies. As such, spells came easier to him and magic itself was more enjoyable and fun rather than a chore to practice. He always loved the idea of a challenge and he knew that nonverbal and wandless magic was something he desired one day. As such, his goal from the moment he started attending Durmstrang to now, he made sure to research, practice, and strive for that goal on nonverbal casting, and hopefully one day, wandless casting as well. His desire turned into ambition and he was set to practice his spells until the moment tht he cast them without the incantations said out loud. He practiced until the spells became easier and easier to cast with both the incantation and the wand movement. He studied the history behind the spells and the theory behind magic in the hopes that the new information that he learned could help him channel the magic within him to point that he could cast a spell nonverbally. From his first year at Durmstrang all the way to his sixth year he practiced and practiced. He practiced during the summer in his family’s home. He studied hard in school finding an affinity for dark magic during that time but still he did not quite reach the level of nonverbal magic. His parents, having the money, continued to pay his private tutor during the summer months, at his begging, although he would describe it as a request. His parents saw his upmost desire to reach this level of magic and nurtured it within him, encouraging and enabling him to indeed try his very best during schooling year to reach his goal of casting wandlessly and nonverbal and were quite proud of his ambition. His tutor was the one to catch Gellert’s ability to evade quickly, and again it was Gellert’s tutor who encouraged him and trained him as well in achieving one day the ability to cast in such a manner. It would be quite the proud achievement for a wizard so young and would make the Schroeder name more desire able as well. Gellert’s intelligence, hard work, and natural talent seemed to be paying off. Soon to enter his seventh year, he could taste it almost in his tongue, and he felt it deep within him that this year would be the year that he would cast nonverbally, and if he could describe it such, he was tenuously excited for it to happen. And one day, it did, he cast his first spell nonverbally, an easy on, Alohomora, but it was done and he felt a strong feeling of pride within him. This achieved, he continued to practice nonverbal magic so that he could extend this skill to other spells.[/reducio]
[b]Unfettered Flight[/b]
[reducio]As a pureblood, Gellert has the opportunity to fly over the summers unlike muggleborns and his purposefully trained athletic and lithe body allows him to fly and react at a faster speed. There is something exhilarating about flying fast and being able to focus well while doing it. In addition, his family's wand tree farm is the perfect place to practice dodging obstacles over the summer, and now that he was sixteen years old, his family allowed him to practice flying in the farm on his own. His two hands on his humble Comet 180, a broom he had saved up for and paid for on his own. There was a joy in flying in the heat of the summer, sweat dripping down his face, as he weaved through the trees as fast as he could. Every time he could fly out on the farm over the summer, Gellert had a blinding smile on his face, totally different from the poker face and cold display that he often shared with his peers at Durmstrang. Adrenaline rushed through his body and he felt the urge to fly without his hands on the broom. He lifted one arm off, then the other, whooping for joy. He was usually the academic type, but the adrenaline rush and the grand smile on his face reflected a joy no one else had seen before. It was even more joy than what he felt when he believed he found the One. This was a pure physical exhilaration caused by the knowledge of the stakes, and how good he felt. It was beautiful in this grand farm that had been such a big part of his family for so long, and now he was using the space in a way that he had never before. It was beautiful with all the green trees whooshing by him, and the smile on his face widened as he leaned down and glazed over the icy cold river that refreshed his spirit. Gellert repeated this exhilarating experience almost every week over the summer, taking advantage of the warmth before he returned to the cold Durmstrang in the autumn. There was nothing else like it, Gellert believed. He never thought he could enjoy the opportunity to fly as much as he did this summer. He flew so many times over the summer, that he could do it in his sleep. He did not even have to consciously focus on the trees around him as he flew as fast as he could. [/reducio][/quote]

STATUS: Approved

NPC Name: Boris Bucky Darwell
Link: Here
Year: Second
Stats: Same
Abilities: Steady Flyer Wc: 426

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Boris had been interested in brooms since childhood. While his cousin Alliasta liked Quidditch games more, Boris was interested in broom racing. It was amazing to watch the brooms speeding over obstacles and trying to be the winner. He could feel the adrenaline and determination there. Boris even bought himself books about broom racing.

When his father finally noticed his interest in broom racing. He immediately bought his son a broom with joy. It was a broom for younger children. Because Boris was about 6 years old. He had been riding his broom since then and he was always trying to fly properly. He was trying to keep his balance and increase his speed. He was trying to see himself as a broom racer.

He always had a broom race with his father. It didn't consist of obstacles, it was just trying to reach the finish line. His father was losing on purpose at first. But then he started to beat him so that his son would try harder. When Boris understood what his father was trying to do, he really worked harder to beat his father. He would even run to his broom as soon as he ate his breakfast. This had become a routine for him. He would do this on the days he wasn't knitting.

Boris had a stubborn personality, so he definitely wouldn't give up on this unless he was really that fast and beat his father. This wasn't a passing fancy for him, Boris was really trying. This was a goal for him. First, he would beat his father, and then every player he faced. His father also said that he used to be a broom racer in Durmstrang, but it was a passing fancy for his father, so he didn't try too hard, but Boris wanted to try and become a legend in Durmstrang instead of his father.

Boris was really starting to get the rewards of his hard work. He was now tying with his father or barely beating him. Boris had really increased his speed and had become a really fast flyer. He had grown up now, meaning his talent had improved even more, he was always trying to get faster. He was always working. Since he couldn't go to Durmstrang in his first year, he spent his first year just doing this.

Boris had finally become very fast. He could balance and was a good flyer. So he was a really good steady flyer. And to test his skills he applied to become a Durmstrang broom racer.

Extracurricular: Broom Racer
Content Changes: None
Trunk Coding: None

STATUS: Approved, Yegor, 23 November

name VIKTORIYA MSTISLAVOVNA PETROVSKAYA | Виктория Мстиславовна Петровская
school durmstrang
year one
status half-breed

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appearance Standing quite tall for her age, Viktoriya Petrovskaya is the embodiment of the blizzard. Her celestial blue eyes, that could freeze a heart with just one look, are tainted by faint hues of crismon, like blood spilled over snow. With her white hair and fair skin, she attracts attention just by stepping inside a room. As a true porcelain doll, she always dresses in the finest silks, paying attention carefully to her style and appearance. personnality Perfection is Viktoriya's ultimate goal, and she will achieve it no matter the cost. Fighting teeth and claw to have what she wants, the young girl is a determined and intelligent person, yet can be blunt and arrogant. She often appears like a spoiled princess to those who just met her, but her closest peers will state that she earned that position through sweat and tears. A fighter at heart, fire raging behind an ice-stone mask.

backstory

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The House of Petrovskikh (Дом Петровских) traces its origins back in the 15th century, making it one of Russia's oldest and most respected noble families. Originally known as blacksmiths, they forged exceptional weapons and armor, made with the purest metals such as goblin-wrought silver. Indeed, an alliance had woven through time with ancient globlin families, who granted them their approval to use and forge this rare metal, under certain clauses and conditions. As the years passed, their mastery of swords evolved, leading them to become one of Russia's fiercest fighting families. Nowdays, the family is divided in two branches: The Petrovskikh, a branch of fighters and wielders, leaders of the family, and The Kovalyov, the keepers of the its blacksmithing traditions.

Located in the outskirts of Saint Petersburg, the Petrovskikh estate is a grand mansion, imposing structure inspired by the diverses architectural styles it had witnessed throughout the centuries. Made of stone and dark wood, its facades decorated with tall, narrow windows and ivy-covered walls, the building holds both elegance and mystery. The interior is a careful mix of ancient Russian aristocracy and magical innovations, rooms filled with tapestries, vintage furniture and ancient artifacts. The courtyard circles the estate, its gardens filled with hidden passages and mysterious doors.

If admired by most, the Petrovskikh family had sparked various debates over the decades in reason of their open support towards vampire, not only as powerful allies but as a part of their heritage. Finding one or two vampires within each new generation was not uncommon, and their originis were not hidden but proclamed, defying anyone from taking a stand.

The current Patriarch, Pyotr Vladimirovich Petrovsky, is a shrewd and pragmatic leader who ensured the family's survival through the agitation of Russia's revolutions. Sofiya Vasilyevna Petrovskaya, the current Matriarch, will be remembered as the backbone of the family. Skilled enchantress, she developped many of the family's textile innovations, while managing the politics and public relations with finesse.

They gave birth to twins, Mstislav Pyotrovich Petrovsky and Ekaterina Pyotrovna Petrovskaya ; Mstislav becoming the new heir of the Petrovskikh family.

Mstislav, the new heir of the Petrovskikh family, quickly forged himself a reputation of a cold and ruthless vampire, calculating and manipulating. As a family traddition, his betrothed was chosen at his birth in the person of Aleksandra Ivanovna Sokolova, who bloomed into the very flower of russian aristocratic society. Known for her ethereal beauty, Aleksandra longed for romance as passionate as the tales she read - dreams that were quickly crushed the moment she stepped foot in the same room as her fiancé. Against all odds, Mstislav grew quite fond of her, as she was the very ideal of a wife - quiet, obediant, and good looking. She gave him an heir, Dmitry Alekseevich Sokolov, as well as a daughter a few years later, Viktoriya Mstislavovna Petrovskaya.

Rejected by both sides, Viktoriya grew up surrounded by weapons and silk, always striving to surpass her brother. Golden child, Dmitry had everything. Aleksandra never left his side, and cherished him while Mstislav trained him to become the rightful heir. Constantly fighting to win his their approval, Viktoriya mastered every skill she could, sometimes rising before dawn to train. When she was not more than six, she beat Dmitry in a tournament the Petrovskikh had organised. She would always remember the adrenaline rushing through her veins, blood pumping in her ears, heart beating loudly, as she wiped the blood away from the scratches of her porcelain face, glaring at her brother laid beneath her. Rising her eyes, she met her mother Aleksandra's terrified gaze as she rushed to console her only child. But what she will forever keep engraved in a corner of her mind is the spark of pride she found in Msistlav's eyes. Or was she imagining it ?

The power balance shifted when Viktoriya celebrated her ninth birthday. Dmitry's non-existent resemblance to Mstislav, and his absence of any vampire feature had been believed to be a simple affair of recessif genes, although the hypothesis didn't make sense to Viktoriya. The final word of this mystery was revealed at the exact moment she blew her first candle. The heavy doors of the mansion swung open, and a terrified man was thrown at Mstislav's feet. The Patriarch, who had decided to take the matter in his own hands and personally escort the problem, introduced him as Aleksey Volkov, Dmitry's real father. Silence echoed throughout the room, as her father slowly processed the information. After interrogation, he sent someone fetch the author of this abomination. But she was nowhere to be found.

It turned out someone had warned the unfaithful wife of the drama about to unfold, pushing her to flee with her son. Aleksandra had enamored herself with a peasant, a farmer who vowed her eternal love. From their union was born Dmitry, a human bastard who claimed rights to a title that wasn't his. The scandalous affair was silenced, and the culprits were declared deceased in a terrible accident. Despite the Patriarch's wish to remain discreet, Mstislav was too enraged not to search for the adulteress and her bastard child. He found them a year later in a shabby cabin with barely enough space to move. Dragon pox had stolen his chance for revenge.

Viktoriya was proclaimed heiress of the Petrovskikh House. Still striving to earn her father's attention, she shaped herself in his image - cold, merciless, enraged. Since Aleksandra's treason, Mstislav seemed to have lost the last drop of compassion remaining in his ice-stone heart. As much as she hated him, Viktoriya couldn't deny her attempts to be exactly what her father wished her to be.
A weapon.

For a rebellion from the Kovalyov family had been brewing over centuries of being overshadowed by the brilliant Petrovskikh branch, a fire that only waited for a spark to ignite. The escape of Aleksandra was the perfect opportunity, and the Kovalyov turned against their kin, marking the begining of a true civil war. Brother against sister, Mstislav against Ekaterina, both of them pushing their pawns forward - Viktoriya and Nikolai, her cousin. A merciless struggle for the throne, for the crown, for the honnor. The young girl had finally the opportunity to bloom in this upcoming war, to earn her father's approval.

Fireborn.

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During a particularly cold winter, Dmitry and Viktoriya decided to race on the frozen lake. Aleksandra was watching, worried for her children as the ice was still thin. The four-years old girl had almost reached the finishing line when a loud cry was heard. Turning around, worried, she searched for her brother - only to see him take the first place and win the game. You shouldn't have cared was her father's response when she complained about him cheating. Raging, Viktoriya watched him being offered a stuffed toy as a reward for his victory. A tear rolled down her eyes, her fists clenched, as she jealously stared at her brother. Suddenly, the ice on which was resting the toy cracked, and the dark water swallowed it. Smiling to herself, the young girl quickly understood it was no natural event. Justice had been brought.

is your character a broom racer ? no
is your character a quidditch player ? no
is your character a duellist ? yes

stats sta • 4 | eva • 4 | str • 1 | wis • 8 | arc • 7 | acc • 6

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DHAMPIR | wc : 501/500
The Petrovskikh are known for their long line of vampires, a legacy woven throughout countless generations. It is believed, or rather whispered, that the founders of this noble and ancient house were themselves vampires, and therefore wished to create a secure and indisputable house, who would offer refuge to their kind. This peculiar dynasty often sees children born mixed, a blend of human and vampires to different degrees, or turned once they reach an appropriate age. Mstislav Petrovsky, the soon-to-be Patriarch of the family, was part of the latter. He was turned by his own father, Pyotr, as he enterd manhood, ensuring the continuation of their legacy. Upon marrying a human, Aleksandra, he gave birth to two one dhampir : Viktoriya Petrovskaya. The young girl grew up well aware of her nature, as measures were often taken for her safety - limited exposure to sunlight, as her porcelain skin was particularly sensitive to its rays ; and heavy curtains blocked every window of the manor. Blood, not a necessity but rather a priviledge, was stocked in a secured basement. The current Patriarch, as well as his predecessors, always made sure to stay in good terms with the nearby hospitals, who regularly provided them with donor's blood - volunteers who allowed blood extractions in exchange for compensations.

Viktoriya's features often drew attention, a reflection of her mixed legacy. Her pale skin seems almost translucide, barely alive, as rarely marked by the sun's warmth. Her eyes, a striking shade of celestial blue, clearer than water, seems like drowned in crimson - children would often stop and stare, trying to observe the different hues her gaze held. She possessed a peculiar set of retractable fangs, a f eature she had grown to appreciate rather than hide. Amongst her peers, she sparked various reactions - going from utter fascination upon her ethereal beauty to complete terror. She often had a sort of presence that brought attention to herself, wether it was by intimidating or simply being admired. Her confidence played a great role in this range of reactions, the young girl could never be found lowering her gaze or stepping aside. The name she wore like a crown forced the respect of those who might attack her on her nature - kids who dared were quickly silenced by a rightful punch from the white haired girl.

Despite proudly claiming their vampirism legacy, the Petrovskikh taught their young kin to maintain a harmonious relationship with the rest of the wizarding world, as well as ethical guidelines and responsabilities. Amorality was severely punished - after all, aristocrats have the duty of showing the path to walk to the rest of the society. And many eyes are fixed upon the Petrovskikh. After her mother's escape disappearance, Viktoriya became the heiress of this entire legacy. She affirmed even more firmly the vampire part of her dna, wearing it with a ferocious pride. Some form of arrogance even sparked from that confidence, as the young girl considered as inferior those who did not have vampirism in their blood.

abilities sunlight sensitivity | fangs | claws | magical menace

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STATUS: Pending, Emery Albrecht, 1 January 2025
Your backstory and fiom is approved, please change your trunk to fit current requirements and then I will add you to the roster.

STATUS: Approved, Lawrence, 1st January 2025

STATUS: Approved, Zach, 11th Jan

Name: Boram Borisova School: Durmstrang Year: Year 1 Status: Pureblood Link to your Character Page: Ency Page

Appearance: Boram is a thin 5'2 girl with dark auburn hair, and pale skin with light freckles. Her eyes have a central heterochromia mutation that caused her eyes to be a light-green color with a brown ring around the pupils. Her expressions vary from soft, stern, and enraged. When she is not in uniform, she can be seen wearing various long dresses with intricate embroidery designs.

Personality: Although Boram is quite silent and appears gentle, she is anything but gentle. She's a stern young lady, with blood-purist beliefs deeply engraved into her. Boram is a formal, sarcastic, and dry person, her responses are blunt and to the point. She is not kind and has problems controlling her anger at times. Just as she is explosive, she is also protective of the few people she cares for.

History:
Kazimir Borisov and Harin Park come from long lineages of pureblood families; who all attended Durmstrang. Kazimir was a quidditch player for the school's team and Harin was a duelist much like her brother, Jiho. In their 2nd year, Jiho had become friends with the young Kazimir and thus, Harin became acquainted with Kazimir through her brother. Harin and Kazimir grew closer over the years and married two years after graduating from Durmstrang. Kazimir became an auror and Harin a Philanthropist, although both are well off from generational wealth, they both decided to find ways to keep their influences intact.

Boram was born on December 12, 2012, in Staraya Ladoga, Leningrad Oblast, Russia. Boram is Nabi Park's maternal cousin, with Harin being Jiho's sister. Much like her cousin, she is an only child and thus is expected to be the best of her class and excel in everything she does. With her mother being Korean, Boram's main languages are Russian, Korean, and English.

Before enrolling in Durmstrang, Boram was close to her cousin. Although they both seem to have different personalities and beliefs, she cares for her. Boram took after her father's short temper and mother's idealistic beliefs in blood purity. Traditionalism is the main focus of her upbringing with her family's motto being "Где то́нко — там и рвётся" "where it is thin, that's where it breaks" A saying that is also engraved into a silver ring she wears on her right pinky.

First Magic: Boram has always been a girl who had problems dealing with her anger. At the young age of 5, she was at a ball her parents had organized when a boy kept poking fun at her. After a few minutes of the boy's pestering, her anger caused her to lash you and yell at the boy, who also yelled from a sudden pain in his hand. When Boram looked, she noticed what can only be described as a papercut on his hand.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No

Is your character a Quidditch Player? Yes, Beater position.

Is your character a Duelist? No

Stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 8 | Wisdom: 4 | Arcane Power: 2 | Accuracy: 8

Approved, Fabian, 19-2-25
Added to Beater waitlist, as roster is full for this position.

Name: Ivan Aleksandar Baskakova
School: Durmstrang
Year: First
Link to your Character Page: Here
Status: Pureblood
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Irkutsk, the major city of industrialism in Siberia, Russia, housed the Baskakova’s, a pure-blooded family who were not vastly well known within the community; primarily due to their pure status having risen quickly in the last 50 years from a mere vassal to a branch as they continue to garner power within society, distantly connected to the Vinogradova lineage, a prominent pure-blooded family in Russia. It was there, in Irkutsk, where the head of the Baskakova house consisting of Vyacheslav and Emin welcomed their only children — a set of non-identical twins; Ivan and Melor, the few minutes that separate their birth ironically forecasted the twins future with Ivan, the eldest, being born on 31st December 2012 at 23:55 and Melor, the youngest, following suit with his birth on 1st January 2013 at 00:07. As the birth of the twins introduced a newfound pressure to fulfil unrealistic expectations due to the lack of success Vyacheslav and Emin had in continuing their lineage, only succeeding in their early forties, time was truly of the essence with the birth of the twins serving as a successful event.

Determined to earn respect by the head of the family, The Vinogradova’s, Vyacheslav used the twins to grow their influence, raising the twins as a mere reflection of Vyacheslav’s desires and aspirations, creating the perfect person through his children. The Baskakova’s became extremely strict during the early stages of the twins’ upbringing, providing countless mundane tasks to be completed daily such as reading for hours per day, extensive training, enrolment in etiquette classes and involvement in vast extracurricular activities which took up most of their day.

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Vengeance. It was all that ran through Ivan’s mind as he glared maliciously at the cascade of books neatly decorating the study. Having once more failed to appease his father with good results during an interim check following a suit of etiquette classes, Ivan’s misunderstanding as to how to accurately outline the use for each extensive cutlery which neatly decorated their dining table, had caused his father to call him back to the study. Faced with a string of words escaping his father’s lips, he began to ignore the venomous words out of pure spite, growing enraged at how he had once more, been compared to his twin brother, Melor; who miraculously excelled the impromptu quiz without prior study, much to Ivan’s demise. It was when his father mentioned discarding the avid history books from the study in an attempt to recenter Ivan’s focus that his ears perked up, forcing him to glare at his father with his lips pursed in quiet irritation. Encompassing rage towards his father for the first time in his life, at the ripe age of 8, his first instance of magic came in the form of a book rattling from the shelf, freeing itself and falling to the ground with a large thump.

Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
Is your character a Quidditch Player? NO
Is your character a Duelist? YES
Stats: stamina 7 | evasion 6 | strength 4 | wisdom 8 | arcane power 5 | accuracy 6
+1 duelling win
Special Race/Ability: None, ability application to be done later.
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? N/A

STATUS: Pending, Lawrence Maynard, 28th March
Reason for Pending:
- Your ency is missing the mandatory information as mentioned here. Please present this somewhere.

STATUS: Approved