Name: Irina Liliya Zvereva
School: Koldovstoretz
Year: Second Year
Blood Status: Half-Blood

Appearance:

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Irina is tall and slender, standing at 5 feet 3 inches (162 cm). She has long brown hair, which is always straight, while her facial features are petite and delicate. Her eyes are a soft brown and her lips are a shade of pink. Face claim is Anastasia Jung

Personality:

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Irina is a quiet girl. She is quite reserved and she always keeps her cards close to her chest. Even though she might seem cold or that she ignoring you, she is silently observing with her careful eye. If you get close to her, or manage to gain her trust, she will reward you with an intimate and honest friendship. Her value is deep within her and she cannot be easily manipulated.
Irina prefers a good book over an outing with friends or a sports match except if it is a duel. The one thing though she would never miss would be a gathering with her family; her close and extended one. Those are the only times she is constantly laughing and having fun to its fullest extent.Her family are the ones she values the most.

History:

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Irina Liliya Zvereva was born on May 6th 2012 in St. Petersburg on a hot afternoon, just as the sun was setting. Her parents were both wizards, one Muggle-born and the other a Pure-blood. She was the second of 4 children, the first being only a year older than her. During her infant years, she would play with her wooden toys and her dolls. She was a closed child from the start, as she didn’t like playing with the other magical girls in her neighbourhood. That didn’t really matter to her family as with every day that passed, her intelligence shined through.
The fact that she was the first daughter in the family came with a lot of responsibilities. Her father worked at a shop with potion ingredients and while he was away, his wife would teach their children everything she knew. Apart from the things she taught her siblings, Irina was also taught how to cook and clean, something that she was bound to know if she wanted to be a housewife. The things her mother did made Irina very fond of her from the very start.
When each of the children reached the age of 5, Marina, their mother, talked to them about the magical world. Unlike her siblings, Irina was not frightened at all, but she engaged in a deep discussion with her mother, wanting to know everything about it. She was informed about the school “Koldovstoretz”, the Russian school of Magic and that getting accepted there would be a huge honour for her family. That instantly became her biggest goal something that she was absolutely willing to achieve.
At the age of 8, Irina had her first instance of magic. She was cleaning her bedroom with a broom, when she accidentally hit some shelves where a beautiful vase stood. It fell down and broke. Irina was obviously a bit sad and worried. When she tried to scoop it with her broom, the vase suddenly turned whole again, without a single crack. Irina looked around. Her mother wasn’t there, so she couldn’t have done the spell and her father was away. She had done it on her own. When she told her eager mother, she bent down and hugged her. She then heard her say the magic words. “Irina Liliya Zvereva, you are officially a little witch.
From then on, Irina was always dreaming about her time in Koldovstoretz would be. When her brother went to the school, she wished she could go with him. And when she was finally accepted, her heart swelled with excitement. After all, her worries were forgotten. She was living her dream life, a life full of magic.

Is your Character a Broom Racer? No
Is your Character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your Character a Duellist? Yes

Characters Stats:
Stamina: 8 Evasion: 8 Strength: 3
Wisdom: 6 ArcPower: 6 Accuracy: 9

Special Abilities:
N/A (none yet, will add later)

APPROVED - Marcus Iwasaki, July 1

Impartial

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The Russian sees nothing but pretty girls all day, every day as he walks to and from classes and in the hallways, and inside each class when he sees the back of their heads. Honestly, he found that the view got quite bland after his third year, spending the entirety of the previous year wondering what was wrong with him, if he maybe lost his attraction for girls, but seeing as he saw the men the same way, with their toned faces and lean bodies, he found it to be really common and just not what appealed to him.

After all, it would be like seeing the same person for the past.. 15 years. You won't necessarily have an interest in them romantically, but only more so as friends. There was nothing special about that bond, and that was how he felt about those he came across daily. Edward began to see them more so as the same person, no matter if they had one or multiple pimples on their faces or hair cut badly, or even the worst accent, he felt they deserved the same treatment the 'popular' people would get, no longer blinded by the attraction he once had for beauty.

Part of it was born after he lost a girlfriend from Hogwarts, a brilliant Ravenclaw and his attempt to duel to win her honor back, but the failure to even win and prove himself to her, the pretty-girl search died inside him. They were all one and the same, they all had a side to them that would hurt someone, and for him, it was that a pretty girl dumped him for a boy who howled her name.

It was alright though, he wished her the best. He had two years to think about it after all, to get over that loss. Seeing every person in that school only told him that being pretty didn't matter, you were pretty in your own way, like the attraction to a noisy boy, you like what you like. Who was he to make the decision that someone was pretty? That they were cool? That was their own decision. Not his.

He stopped chasing people just to ask them out and to have a romantic night in front of a lake. Life was a popularity contest, he wanted to be one of those people who unsubscribed from that viewpoint of life.

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[i]Sporting[/i]
[b]Broom Racer:[/b] yes
[b]Dueller:[/b] no
[b]Quidditch:[/b] no
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[i]The Importance[/i]
[b]Stats: [/b]🐎 Sta-8 🐎 Eva-20 🐎 Str-12 🐎 Wis-6 🐎 Arc-5 🐎 Acc-5 🐎
[b]Sports Wins:[/b] [url=https://hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?t=21952&hilit=Edward&start=80#p465779]+1 Quidditch (Summer 2022)[/url]
[b]Abilities:[/b] Keeper's Catch, Broken Broomshaft, Wandmaker, Fearless, Impartial
[b]Broom:[/b] N/A[/quote][reducio][center][i]The Approved Abilities RP[/i][/center]
[b]Year 1[/b] - [i]Keeper's Catch[/i]
Edward was simply just a young boy who seemed to enjoy facing trivialities. But of course, nothing treacherous. He was one who wanted to avoid murder at all costs, but yet, still be the intimidating one. But of course, he thought too much of himself. Perhaps it was time for Edward to learn how to protect others. He was a cowboy, at heart, but why should he be betrayed by a lone stigma of a heart that lies behind? He would learn how to yeet a quaffle towards people. But what he had to learn first, was how to properly be a Quidditch player, even to fly better than he ever did. Which, he never did. He usually was always on his horse, Thunder, as his only solo riding experience. Now, he needed to learn how a broom worked. After taking the basic training of Flying class, his dad sent him a broom that wasn’t a school broom. It was the Nimbus 1500. And he read up on how Quidditch worked, as well as the understatement of how vital each player had.

Edward truly loved reading up on both the Keeper, and the Beaters. Mainly because of their hidden secrets. Even the plays sounded so awesome, and he couldn’t help but feel so intrigued to even join in the practice. He worked with a boy who also had a similar broom he had, and he started to study and learn how to peg others with the Quaffle. The boy did agree to this, as he was someone that Edward passed by with a feeling of mutualism. But nevertheless, a small chat, and they had the agreement for practice.

Edward got onto his broom, hovered above the ground by the goals, and the boy would intentionally try to throw the Quaffle into one of the hoops, and the first few times, Edward rather missed the catches. He wasn’t a great catcher but he would attempt his hardest to snatch it from going through the goals.

Something stuck out in his head. He catches the ball, he can do three things. But maybe he oughta catch the Quaffle first, before he can throw it as a deadly item, since he didn’t have other people to practice with, but the young Smith had quite a throw.

A few attempts later, he finally caught the Quaffle. “FINALLY!” He cried out, then proceeded to throw the Quaffle at the boy. And it didn’t peg him. But it whizzed past him.

He continued to give it a try, trying so hard to increase his skill, and finally, he managed to hit the boy square in his jaw, and declared an end to the day’s practice, as he took the boy to the nurse, and every day they would work together and work on the moves needed to be a Keeper.


[b]Year 2[/b] - [i]Broken Broomshaft[/i]
Again with the boy from last year, they went out to the practice area for Quidditch, and Edward talked to him to see if he could get more people to join. There was only one boy, and two girls, and Edward. All of them agreed to help Edward learn how to do a super amazing move named the Broken Broomshaft. Edward wanted to do this for one main reason. Be a super player in Quidditch and win Koldovstoretz the honor of being the best school in the Wizarding World.

That was his dream, and it was probably the best future he would ever have. He got onto his Nimbus 1500. Hovered off the ground, and retrieved an iron ball, more known as a Bludger, and considered thwacking the bludger towards the only other boy on the field. He made sure to try to aim for the chest, since Edward really didn’t care all too much what happened to the others.

Of course, he would hit the chest, but supposedly, according to the boy he struck the bludger in the chest with, if he hit hard enough, the broom could break. But that was a complete possibility. Didn’t mean it was going to happen, and especially not the first time. The boy didn’t fall off his broom, but he threw the bludger towards Edward, and with the beater’s bat, Edward struck it towards the first girl he saw in his field of vision, whilst she was moving, and hit her close to her hips.

She flipped upside on her broom, and fell off, but once again, no broken broom. Edward groaned with anger in his chest. “WHAT THE-” The second girl, the untouched one, was now zooming around Edward in a circle. The boy threw the bludger again, and Edward wasn’t paying attention to his timing, but to the force of how hard he hit the Bludger towards the flying girl.

He heard a rough and awful sound of a broom being snapped and heard a wail of a scream as the girl fell down to the ground, but not before Edward cast Arresto Momentum, the slowing charm on her, to keep her from being severely hurt, should she hit the ground.

The boy smiled at him, as a sign of successfully doing the superb movement fantastically.

Edward smiled back, but since Edward was still on the broom, and the boy was as well, he struck the Bludger and purposely tried to hit the Bludger as hard as he could to the boy. It struck him and the Cowboy watched him fall off his broom, and another snapping sound occurred. It was the second broken broom he came across. And both times, he was responsible for it.


[b]Year 3[/b] - [i]Wandmaker[/i]
His parents made quite a bit of money from working out on the family farm and selling it to a local business and decided that some of the money would be spent any way that their kids want to. Well... Edward wasn't too delighted to hear that his siblings would also get a choice in what they get. Meaning more of the money had to be budgeted and squared off.

He looked around, in the room where he was informed of this new "awakening" that was apparently so stunning to Edward. It somewhat blew his mind. It blew his mind when he finally realized that his parents were referring to only Edward, and no one else. His brain, though already exploded with shock, also seemed to piece itself back together just to be fully submerged in excitement.

"I WANT A NEW WAND!" Edward cried out, every letter jumbled in his mouth, but still understandable, as his parents nodded, looked at each other and smiled.

Together they spoke to the youthful cowboy like kid standing in front of them. "Yes honey. Anything you want. If a wand is indeed what you want, then we shall get exactly that!"

And as they said. They went to the local wand store.

He was deeply considering exactly if he made a good choice.

A wand was given to him for him to try. Made of Hawthorn wood, as far as he knew, and he had to think a hot minute about why he actually would've suited the part. If he took a future into wandmaking, which was a possiblity since making brooms was the family's side job, it required wood and wandmakers believed that wood had a personality. Well, wands did. Hawthornes are incredibly supple to healing magic and are skilled with curses. If there was one thing Edward was good at, it was curses, but personally, he perferred the healing magic, and he felt he belonged when the wand molded itself to his hand. Hawthorn wands also seem to prefer wizardkind that are in a conflicted state. Well, Edward couldn't speak for himself, but he felt that wanting to use his fists more than cursing someone was a safer bet and was afraid Hogwarts would turn their backs on him.

But if he had to prove his talent, and he felt he did... maybe the wand should look inside and see that Edward had been in a duel before, and won. Maybe that was enough?

He asked the wandmaker what kind of core the wand was, and his response was "Hungarian Horntail. Watch your back. The wand seems to be fitting with you well already. I can tell you're a born fighter. Just please remember that people have feeling." And that left Edward to think. Did he really distaste people? No, not all of them. He specifically hated Durmstrang and this specific Ari Gwild that his girlfriend (Clair Fernandez) keeps mentioning. He mentioned repeatedly, or rather, thought it, from time to time, every minute he was near the blasted school of evil history... Durmstrang... and Ari. He couldn't see what Clair saw in Ari, and he was feeling immense hate towards them. Hated that they were somewhat of a bigger shot. And how he was considered an outcast of the Koldovstorez students... with his cowboyian ways... he was called an American from time to time again. So of course, distaste and hate is on the list. Let's not forget his repeat fights.

Edward held his wand from pointer finger to pointer finger, wondering how long it was, and the wandmaker pointed out that it was just over a foot (1 foot is 12 inches). Edward's brow burrowed in confusion. They didn't do feet as measurements here, did they? Then the wandmaker seemed to have the brains now to clarify. It was fourteen (14) inches long, which was thirty five point fifty six (35.56) centimetres. But, that was so long. Why? Maybe it was because of all the drama he brought with him. And the fact that he now has a girlfriend and will now die for her. And not for himself like he originally planned. He would still murder any Durmstrang students that came near him or Clair, or would go bizarre and go absolutely banana on them, and he still had the occassional thoughts of murdering Ari, but never told Clair the translation from the Russian word for murder because he didn't want Clair to leave him, even though he did stupider things daily.

And the wand was suprisingly whippy. Why was that? Maybe it was because he came back at people like a whip, leaving a lash or a scar. He liked being the cause of bad impressions. He loved it. But at the same time, he also ruins his future. Maybe this wand flexibility is a symbol of that. A peek into the future, so to speak. He thought about each person he beat up in muggle school, then the people he had hexed and jinxed, and cursed... and then realized that while he was good at healing, he didn't do it as much.

His parents paid for the wand, and now Edward began to smile as if his parents finally focused on him. And they did. That smile was for a good purpose, and not for a method of manipulation. He had a new wand, and it was all thanks to his parents and his family farm.


[b]Year 4[/b] - [i]Fearless[/i]
The Russian went home in the Summer of 2022, constantly reminiscing about when he were abducted by a cluster of Durmstrangian boys and he couldn't help but get randomly hypothetically, thinking about the possibility of it being someone it shouldn't be. In the first place, he should not have been abducted, especially not from his bed in the middle of the night. It would linger in his mind every night, to the point where he couldn't stop thinking about it as it made his heart race and beads of sweat pour down his forehead. He felt that maybe it was that feeling that people would have when they're surrounded by spiders or clowns, worry strikes and the worst case scenario plays through their heads.

More or less, Edward was afraid, feeling like his abduction was a form of trauma, leading to dreamless nights and a feeling of insecurity. Anyone could just go into his house and abduct him, the Durmstrang kids were proof of that. According to his dad one morning when they had breakfast, his father heard him crying out- "No please! NO NOT ME!" and of him begging to stay. His dad walked out only to make a call to the therapist.

Talking in his sleep was never something that Edward had done, so he was a little curious about why that happened. When his dad had scheduled the appointment, he went in to talk to them, trying to help find the root of the problem.

He recalled hearing one of the boys in the group demanding for his arm to be broken, people ganged on him over his little innocent trash talking of one of their members, Greta, and lightning struck nearby. Talking to the therapist about this only made him want to cry. Maybe she wasn't a superb therapist, perhaps a quack, but he thought her pointing out that he developed a fear because this experience made him feel powerlessness as his wand was taken away from him, he was taken against his own will, and he was threatened.

Well, he knew that already, and his way of coping with it was through his hate for Durmstrang, it grows livid the more he thought about it. Yes, he was afraid of an abduction, but who started it? Who put that fear into him? What would he need to think about just to avoid that fear? Every night, he wrote down in his book his thoughts about those who wanted his arm broken, who took his wand, who wanted him to suffer. It sidetracked him from the possibility of feeling a loss of power, or being taken away from his safety. All he needed to think about was those boys getting what the worst of Karma one day for what they did to him.

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Every day, he would work out. (OC: he has an 11 in strength at the time of writing this) Lifting weights and doing squats and whatnot just to try and make sure that he was no longer powerless, that he could use his strength to knock them out of the way and to leave him the hell alone. Sure, by now he was stronger than the average kids his age, but he wasn't exercising and building muscle for a sport. He was going to be left alone and that was that.

There was no need to be afraid of another potential kidnapping, he was his own man, and one that was capable of taking care of himself. One can strip him of his powers but they can't strip him of his strength. He was going to fight back if it ever happened, fear can always be overcome once you face it head on. This was his way of facing it head on, as he was not going to attempt to get kidnapped again.


[b]Year 5[/b] - [i]Impartial[/i]
The Russian sees nothing but pretty girls all day, every day as he walks to and from classes and in the hallways, and inside each class when he sees the back of their heads. Honestly, he found that the view got quite bland after his third year, spending the entirety of the previous year wondering what was wrong with him, if he maybe lost his attraction for girls, but seeing as he saw the men the same way, with their toned faces and lean bodies, he found it to be really common and just not what appealed to him.

After all, it would be like seeing the same person for the past.. 15 years. You won't necessarily have an interest in them romantically, but only more so as friends. There was nothing special about that bond, and that was how he felt about those he came across daily. Edward began to see them more so as the same person, no matter if they had one or multiple pimples on their faces or hair cut badly, or even the worst accent, he felt they deserved the same treatment the 'popular' people would get, no longer blinded by the attraction he once had for beauty.

Part of it was born after he lost a girlfriend from Hogwarts, a brilliant Ravenclaw and his attempt to duel to win her honor back, but the failure to even win and prove himself to her, the pretty-girl search died inside him. They were all one and the same, they all had a side to them that would hurt someone, and for him, it was that a pretty girl dumped him for a boy who howled her name.

It was alright though, he wished her the best. He had two years to think about it after all, to get over that loss. Seeing every person in that school only told him that being pretty didn't matter, you were pretty in your own way, like the attraction to a noisy boy, you like what you like. Who was he to make the decision that someone was pretty? That they were cool? That was their own decision. Not his.

He stopped chasing people just to ask them out and to have a romantic night in front of a lake. Life was a popularity contest, he wanted to be one of those people who unsubscribed from that viewpoint of life.[/reducio]

PENDING - Marcus Iwasaki, July 1

Your stats add up to 56 when a fifth year should have 55. It looks like your existing stats in your iNPC trunk have a spare extra one point. Please either link your sports win or change your stat update to add up to 55.

Approved July 2 (Lear)

NPC Name: Irina Afanasyeva
Link: Here!
Year: 7th
Stats: Old stats - STA: 11 | EVA: 11 | STR: 8 | WIS: 10 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 14
New stats - STA: 14 | EVA: 15 | STR: 9 | WIS: 12 | ARCP: 6 | ACC: 17
Total stats: 73 (65 from 7th year, 8 from sport wins here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.)
Abilities: Changed the name of Spell Flinger to Unfettered Flight
Applying for Potion Master (6th year ability)

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WC: 500
Irina was spending her days at Koldovstoretz training to be a potioneer. When she was fourteen and scarred from a Hogwarts trip, she decided to pursue potions in group 6 at Koldovstoretz for a variety of reasons. Three years later, Irina was truly a potion expert, almost ready to go into the field.

The Koldovstoretz potions program was no joke, Irina and dozens of her peers were trained daily on how to create and practice potions for military exports and personal exploration. Irina enjoyed the personal enrichment opportunities of the potion programs and was genuinely curious about the nature of potions. Originally, Irina was drawn to potions from a healing aspect because she lost so many of her peers in the SCAR terrorist bombing years ago. Healing others and caring for others was a way for her to find solace in herself and mentally heal from the bombing. After deep diving into all things potions, Irina realized that her future didn’t lie in healing, it lied in creating new potions. She was excited about how potions could be used for curing a headache to making someone float to regrowing bones to everything else. Irina knew that creating new potions would test her imagination and magic abilities.

To set herself up for future success, Irina took her potion program very seriously. She spent practically all of her free time testing out different ingredient combinations, refining her potion brewing technique, and reading potion research papers. Irina would typically be found in one of three places at Koldovstoretz, her room, the potions room, or the library. Outside of her potions ventures, she would sometimes be seen practicing with the broom racing team. With all of her reading of research papers, Irina would reach out to researchers to learn more and try to make connections in the field. Her process felt similar to what she might have done in the muggle world, but as a Muggleborn, Irina could see the parallels everywhere.

At Koldovstoretz, Irina prioritized her potion learning day in and day out, however, also dedicated some time to teaching the younger students. Irina wanted the younger generation to have a solid base in potions so would tutor some students regularly and encourage others to work on potions with her. The potion knowledge that Irina had amassed gave her the ability to teach others while still striving to be a master at her craft. Additionally, the students from group 6 of Koldovstoretz were able to compete at the potions competition worldwide. Every single year, Irina jumped at the opportunity to display her skills, represent her school, and create connections in the potioneering community. Irina absolutely loved this worldwide potion showcase and the competitive element drove her to become an even better potioneer.

Overall, Irina had become a strong potioneer due to her education and personal dedication. Koldovstoretz gave her the opportunities to grow her potion skills and every single time Irina took the opportunity, getting herself closer to becoming a true potion master.

Applying for Poison Resistance (7th year ability)

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WC: 444
Studying potions every day for three years does funny things to a person. Irina was first hand evidence of that statement. Irina had dedicated most of her time to learning the ins and outs of all sorts of potions over the past few years in preparation to become a potioneer. After she graduated, Irina planned to study potions and hopefully create some of her own one day. For now, Irina was stuck studying day after day to become familiar with every single potion.

Potions and poisons were one and the same as far as Irina was concerned which meant she tried to be an expert in both fields. Studying the properties and recipes of potions was the foundation Irina had whenever she decided to learn a new one. After learning enough to be able to recite the book, Irina would attempt to make the potion just as it was described in the book. Each time, the fumes of the potion would waft up and she would be stuck inhaling them a small bit. It was unfortunate at the start, but after some time the fumes stopped bothering Irina. Whether it was the fumes from a love potion or the fumes from a poison she was practicing, Irina had built an immunity to the smells and their effects. She could still use her sense of smell to identify a potion, but other than that the fumes didn’t affect her.

One time, Irina was in her potions class with a mentor and some other students where they were practicing making garroting gas. The ingredient of dragon dung in the potion was extremely necessary, but had the unfortunate side effect of making the room smell horrendous. While making the gas, Irina didn’t notice the odor of burning dragon dung being released from caldron, but her peers kept making belching sounds. It was odd Irina to see such a harsh reaction from her peers without having one herself, yet she rarely had a reaction to the fumes from the potions she made. It was an odd skill, but Irina was extremely happy to not smell the dragon dung and instead continue work on her garroting gas peacefully.

Moments similar to that in the potions classroom continued to occur as Irina noticed how she unintentionally built up a resistance to potion fumes. After testing the resistance while making several poisons, Irina noticed how a true resistance was formed just due to her consistent potion practice. She was able to easily identify poisons and wasn’t affected by them nearly as much as her classmates were. It was a gift for Irina and one she knew would prove to be useful.

Extracurricular: Broom Racer
Content Changes: N/A
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[table][tr][td] [b][u] Sixth Sense[/u][/b] [reducio] [b][u] Sixth Sense[/u][/b] 
[b]WC: 513[/b]
Irina was a very curious girl and happened to notice many things outside the ordinary, including her rising magic. Ever since she was a baby she seemed to notice all of the little things out of place that others never saw. From the movement of leaves on trees to what paint is wet or dry. Things that people tried to hide, Irina would find it out by some way. This was also more tied into her gut feeling. Everyone had one but more often than not it seemed as though her’s proved right.

An instance of this was when she was 7 and played a game called hide and seek with a few of her magly friends. Since no one else who volunteer she was nominated to be the seeker. They were outside on a playground with plenty on places to hide and after counting for a minute Irina was off. Thinking for a moment she followed her gut feeling to look behind some of the trees. Surprisingly enough, all but one of her friends were hiding behind the trees. They all groaned and thought that she cheated due to the fact that she found them so fast. There was still one person to be found and Irina noticed out of the slightest corner of her eye, movement towards her left. Heading that direction, she ran without even thinking and just like that she found the last person.

It wasn’t that impressive to win hide and go seek but it kept happening time and time again that she would win within a minute. Due to this all of her friends made her hide instead of being the seeker and the result turned out somewhat the same. Irina would not be found for so long that her friends would give up. They all called her out for cheating wouldn’t play it again because they wanted a chance to win. The thing was, Irina wasn’t cheating at all, she was just trusting her gut feelings hiding in spots she believed they would overlook. 

One time when it was just Zola and Irina, they were walking to magly school. It was typical for them to do this because they didn’t live to far away and it was nice to spend time together. There was no sidewalk but it was a mainly unused road. The two of them were holding hands walking in the street when Irina had a bad feeling come across her. She pulled her mom and herself out of the road and into the grass. Zola was unsure what was going on but decided to trust her daughter. It was a good thing she did because out of nowhere a car came speeding down the road with 3 police officers trailing it. If Irina hadn’t acted on her gut in this moment they would both have serious injuries.

Irina always trusted her gut and recently thought of it more like a warning. When she noticed the things out of the ordinary she would always take note because you never know what could be lurking.[/reducio][/td][td] [right][b][u]Fearless[/u][/b][/right] [reducio][b][u]Fearless[/u][/b]
[b]WC: 421[/b]
Fears. What really determined a fear, was it a part of your brain or natural instinct to be afraid. Irina Afanasyeva was a just a fourteen year old girl yet she felt like she had already conquered all of her fears. She had been abandoned by her father, brother, and her best friend just due to the stigma that being a magical person held. She had already been through so much and was not going to let anything or anyone stop her again. Of course she had some normal fears like dying or losing her mom but she had rarely ever been scared or frightened by her friends at Koldovstoretz. It used to be a game they played, everyone would try and find a way to scare Irina, they wanted to make her flinch or scream, anything to get a reaction.  

Time after time, Irina wouldn’t budge and even found herself in the position where she would wind up scaring them instead. It was all quite a fun game and almost everyone in the school knew that if they wanted to have a challenge scaring someone it would be Irina. They also knew that the best person to call when going on a scary trip was Irina because she wouldn’t be shaken up a bit.

There was one time where Irina had decided that she wanted to travel into the depths of one of the old run down cottages that used to be used for classrooms in the middle of the night. She had gathered a few friends and planned to have a great time exploring. It was almost pitch black when they snuck out of their rooms and took the hike to the cottages. There were 5 of them to start and one chickened out on just the walk. Another one wanted to leave once they reached the room but was too terrified to go anywhere alone so they stayed with the group. They reached the room and walked inside, flashlights on they explored the whole run down cottage. Everyone except for Irina was screaming at the smallest spider or tiniest noise. Irina was just thinking that the place looked quite cool inside. 

They got back to the main school building and you could tell that everyone but Irina were very, very scared. Irina was totally fine with the experience and even thought that she had a good time. It was evident that she really wasn’t afraid of much and her friends even gave her the nickname of “Fearless”.[/reducio][/td][/tr][/table] [table][tr][td] [b][u]Calming Presence[/u][/b][reducio] [b][u]Calming Presence[/u][/b]
[b]WC: 405[/b]
Irina was a very kind person and many who come across her find that she has a sense of calm. This makes them trust her and want to share information with her. This wasn’t always the case though, Irina used to be feared but when she came to Koldovstoretz it started to change. 

She had a lot of issues arise in her childhood due to the fact that she had magic that caused her friend and family to be scared of her. Due to her past she rarely opens up to people and trusts them. Irina winds up being a very good listener and loves to let others talk about themselves. As an avid, kind, listener, others feel much more comfortable to talk to her. So much so that people have talked to her just so that they could have someone to comfort them and talk it out with them. 

One time, an acquaintance of hers came up to Irina in class. They were struggling with learning a spell and turned to Irina for help. Irina had yet to figure it out herself but talked her friend through the different steps of the spell. Just by Irina’s encouragement, her friend succeeded in the spell the next time around. 

When coming home from Koldovstoretz to see her mom when she was 12, Irina found herself next to an older woman. She had never met this women before but had started to strike up a conversation with her. This women must have felt at ease with Irina because soon enough she was sharing her opinions on her job. The job she held must have not been for her because she unloaded all of her feelings onto Irina. Irina wasn’t that shocked that this had happened because it had happened before at Koldovstoretz and many told her they just felt like they could trust her. Irina listened and gave some advice to the women about her job situation. 

She never met the women again but the women winded up going home wondering why she had just told a young girl all of that. Irina started to find herself in positions like this more often where she listened to others and tried to ease their worries away. It came naturally to Irina now, she would be one of the kindest people someone met and would try to make them feel more comfortable about the situation that they were in. [/reducio][/td][td] [right][b][u] Paragon of Health[/u][/b][/right] [reducio][b][u]Paragon of Health[/u][/b]
[b]WC: 528[/b] 
Irina Afanasyeva was a loyal friend. She was the one who would always be there in times of need and would make sure that everyone was alright. She thought of it like a job of sorts, she had to make sure that her friends were in check and didn’t get hurt. Some might have called her the ‘mother’ of the friend group but, in her opinion she just looked out for those that mattered to her. When this combined with her already calming presence, she could make her allies happier and healthier.

She has always looked out for people in her life and has done it much more at Koldovstoretz. There was more of a need at her magical school than there ever was at her magly school. She would still try and help people as a young girl but, her magic had made her afraid to grow close with people and help them. Koldovstoretz allowed to her to not hide her abilities anymore and there were many more opportunities to get hurt. 

Irina would always try and keep an eye on her allies, to make sure that they were doing alright. At the Hogwarts Blossom Ball that she was invited to, she had to look after her friend Nate who accidentally drank a potion. She had tried to warn him before the fact but was too late. This potion winded up making him afraid and panicked. Irina attempted to comfort him through the effects and kept him from doing anything dangerous. She made sure that he was completely alright before leaving him and would check in on him more throughout the night to make sure he was still doing okay. 

After that disaster of a ball Hogwarts hosted, Irina made it her goal to always be prepared to help aid her friends. When she got home for summer vacation, she told her mom about what had happened and the two of them came to the conclusion that Irina needed to have supplies at the ready. Not anything big though, just minor things like bandaids and gauze. She wasn’t any sort of healer but, had to have supplies on hand just in case her friends got into bad situations. Irina briefed herself on normal magly first aid in case the time ever came where magic wasn’t available to use. 

When worrying about her friends, she tried to keep to her personality and stay upbeat. If her friend did get injured, she would stay upbeat when trying to help them. She had been told before that her presence made a big difference when someone was injured, they were glad she was still her happy self and many who she had helped before had told her that it made them feel better. Attitude and personality can make all the difference when helping people. Irina would try to be happy in hopes that her friend or patient would be happy too. 

She worries about her friends and after what happened at the ball, she wants to be prepared for everything. Irina keeps her friends well being in mind and hopes that if a problem arises she can be there to help. 
[/reducio][/td][/tr][/table] [table][tr][td] [b][u] Unfettered Flight[/u][/b] [reducio] [b][u] Unfettered Flight[/u][/b] 
[b]WC: 411[/b]
Irina hates Hogwarts, she hates the people, the school, and the lack of security. She can, and has ranted for hours about every little that school has done to tick her off. Overtime she has finally realized that ranting won’t get her anywhere, it won’t stop the Hogwarts students from being arrogant, and saying they are the best. The only thing that Irina can do to prevent that, is to beat them in broom racing. 

She competed in their summer duelling match last year and lost to an overconfident individual. It was her final duel before she switched to broom racing, and the loss compelled her to train her hardest to beat Hogwarts in broom racing. Everyday, she’d be out there on the Koldovstoretz grounds, training her heart out. At this point, the training wasn’t even for her anymore. It was for her lost teammates that perished in the bomb. They were supposed to compete in the inter-school race last summer, but died just days before. Irina wanted to win for them, to preserve their memory. 

Now the team had grown, and Nate had even joined to race. The addition of more people to the team provided yet another incentive for Irina to spend every extra second she had training. She wanted to be a good role model and felt as though it was her responsibility to help them win a race. 

Day by day, Irina would practice her skills, she would speed around on her Silver Arrow and shoot spells at either thin air or a friend. Her end goal was to be able to hit almost all her spells accurately while riding at top speed. Also, she wanted to be able to dodge the quickest that she could when flying at the fastest speed. The hope was to make herself a force to be reckoned with on the track. 

Soon enough, she started seeing the results of her endless training. Casting spells became a much quicker process, and luckily for her she knew a lot of good ones from her time as a dueler. The constant dodging and weaving on the broom significantly quickened her already fast reaction time. Broom racing was becoming a walk in the park for Irina, and she could only hope that the trend would continue to go up. The hours that she devoted to her broom had made a difference and she was more than ready to attempt and enact her revenge on Hogwarts. [/reducio][/td][td] [right][b][u]Potion Master[/u][/b][/right] [reducio][b][u]Potion Master[/u][/b]
[b]WC: 500[/b]
Irina was spending her days at Koldovstoretz training to be a potioneer. When she was fourteen and scarred from a Hogwarts trip, she decided to pursue potions in group 6 at Koldovstoretz for a variety of reasons. Three years later, Irina was truly a potion expert, almost ready to go into the field. 

The Koldovstoretz potions program was no joke, Irina and dozens of her peers were trained daily on how to create and practice potions for military exports and personal exploration. Irina enjoyed the personal enrichment opportunities of the potion programs and was genuinely curious about the nature of potions. Originally, Irina was drawn to potions from a healing aspect because she lost so many of her peers in the SCAR terrorist bombing years ago. Healing others and caring for others was a way for her to find solace in herself and mentally heal from the bombing. After deep diving into all things potions, Irina realized that her future didn’t lie in healing, it lied in creating new potions. She was excited about how potions could be used for curing a headache to making someone float to regrowing bones to everything else. Irina knew that creating new potions would test her imagination and magic abilities. 

To set herself up for future success, Irina took her potion program very seriously. She spent practically all of her free time testing out different ingredient combinations, refining her potion brewing technique, and reading potion research papers. Irina would typically be found in one of three places at Koldovstoretz, her room, the potions room, or the library. Outside of her potions ventures, she would sometimes be seen practicing with the broom racing team. With all of her reading of research papers, Irina would reach out to researchers to learn more and try to make connections in the field. Her process felt similar to what she might have done in the muggle world, but as a Muggleborn, Irina could see the parallels everywhere. 

At Koldovstoretz, Irina prioritized her potion learning day in and day out, however, also dedicated some time to teaching the younger students. Irina wanted the younger generation to have a solid base in potions so would tutor some students regularly and encourage others to work on potions with her. The potion knowledge that Irina had amassed gave her the ability to teach others while still striving to be a master at her craft. Additionally, the students from group 6 of Koldovstoretz were able to compete at the potions competition worldwide. Every single year, Irina jumped at the opportunity to display her skills, represent her school, and create connections in the potioneering community. Irina absolutely loved this worldwide potion showcase and the competitive element drove her to become an even better potioneer. 

Overall, Irina had become a strong potioneer due to her education and personal dedication. Koldovstoretz gave her the opportunities to grow her potion skills and every single time Irina took the opportunity, getting herself closer to becoming a true potion master.  
[/reducio][/td][/tr][/table] [table][tr][td] [b][u] Poison Resistance[/u][/b] [reducio] [b][u] Poison Resistance[/u][/b]  
[b]WC: 444[/b]

Studying potions every day for three years does funny things to a person. Irina was first hand evidence of that statement. Irina had dedicated most of her time to learning the ins and outs of all sorts of potions over the past few years in preparation to become a potioneer. After she graduated, Irina planned to study potions and hopefully create some of her own one day. For now, Irina was stuck studying day after day to become familiar with every single potion. 

Potions and poisons were one and the same as far as Irina was concerned which meant she tried to be an expert in both fields. Studying the properties and recipes of potions was the foundation Irina had whenever she decided to learn a new one. After learning enough to be able to recite the book, Irina would attempt to make the potion just as it was described in the book. Each time, the fumes of the potion would waft up and she would be stuck inhaling them a small bit. It was unfortunate at the start, but after some time the fumes stopped bothering Irina. Whether it was the fumes from a love potion or the fumes from a poison she was practicing, Irina had built an immunity to the smells and their effects. She could still use her sense of smell to identify a potion, but other than that the fumes didn’t affect her. 

One time, Irina was in her potions class with a mentor and some other students where they were practicing making garroting gas. The ingredient of dragon dung in the potion was extremely necessary, but had the unfortunate side effect of making the room smell horrendous. While making the gas, Irina didn’t notice the odor of burning dragon dung being released from caldron, but her peers kept making belching sounds. It was odd Irina to see such a harsh reaction from her peers without having one herself, yet she rarely had a reaction to the fumes from the potions she made. It was an odd skill, but Irina was extremely happy to not smell the dragon dung and instead continue work on her garroting gas peacefully. 

Moments similar to that in the potions classroom continued to occur as Irina noticed how she unintentionally built up a resistance to potion fumes. After testing the resistance while making several poisons, Irina noticed how a true resistance was formed just due to her consistent potion practice. She was able to easily identify poisons and wasn’t affected by them nearly as much as her classmates were. It was a gift for Irina and one she knew would prove to be useful. [/reducio][/td][td] [right][b][u]Ability 8[/u][/b][/right] [reducio][b][u]N/A[/u][/b]
[b]WC: [/b]

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 [u]Varápidos[/u]: +3 to all stats, max speed is 6[/center][/quote]
[quote][b][color=#5D4A64]IS YOUR CHARACTER A BROOM RACER?[/color][/b] [b]YES[/b]/NO[/quote]
[quote][b][color=#5D4A64]IS YOUR CHARACTER A QUIDDICH PLAYER[/color][/b] YES/[b]NO[/b] [/quote]
[quote][b][color=#5D4A64]IS YOUR CHARRACTER A DUELLIST[/color][/b] YES/[B]NO[/B][/quote]

APPROVED - Marcus Iwasaki, July 1

Name: Ilya Sokolov
Year: Second
Status: Pureblood
Appearance: Taking after his father, Ilya has an angular elegance to him, features sharp yet softened by the youth he possesses. His cheekbones are high, casting shadows that could make him appear more severe than he is. Chestnut coloured hair falls in loose waves around his face, often left in a state that suggests he’s either just woken up or doesn't much care for the mirror.
Faceclaim: Charles De Vilmorin
Personality: Ilya carries a presence that warrants attention, though not in the way he intends. His height, broad shoulders, and striking gaze tend to send the wrong message. Conversations with him, however, would reveal a surprising warmth. Often found by an easy charm, there's an inherent kindness lingering not far behind.
History:

Reducio

The Sokolov family, composed of pure lineage, is a family no short of tradition. At least, it certainly used to be.

Ilya’s father, Mikhail Sokolov, embodies the family’s ideals. Living by the pursuit of respect, duty appears to serve above all else. In what fashion, then, could he have married an anomaly such as Heidi? A progressive. Everything the Sokolovs certainly were not. Daring and full of life, she approached the world with a lens much to the bewilderment of her in laws. A woman who believed that rules were meant to be bent, if not broken, leaving laughter echoing through the halls of the Sokolov estate.

Heidi herself carried along grace and charm, challenging rooms with her personality. Known for her bold statements and refusal to be bound by old ways, she often caused small scandals within their social circles. Despite the whispers, Di was loved deeply by her children. Ilya especially, who inherited her sense of ease.

The contrast between his parents shaped Ilya’s upbringing in ways both obvious and subtle. Raised by the weight of expectation, taught that the family name was to be upheld at all costs. Yet under Heidi's influence, the suffocating demands of Sokolov traditions softened. She encouraged her children to dream, and more importantly to question without fear.

First Magic:

Reducio

Ilya's first instance of magic occurred during a game of chase with his friends in the garden. Found cornered and surrounded, he felt a surge of energy and instinctively reached out. A shield of light briefly appeared around him, repelling his friend's attempts to tag.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No.
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No.
Is your character a Duelist? Yes.
Stats: Stamina: 8 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 0 | Wisdom: 8 | ArcPower: 10 | Accuracy: 7
Special Race/Ability: N/A
ABILITY ONE — Charmer.

Reducio

A quick smile and a gentle glance, that was all it took. In Ilya's case anyway, possessing a charm that made it almost criminally easy. You wouldn't think it of course, at least not by the way the boy carries himself. As how could it be for someone so harsh looking, to contain a personality so full of ease? Perhaps it wouldn't come as a surprise to you at all, the prettiest faces known to be the most magnetizing. A package deal, both smart and respectful, it'd be impossible not to be drawn at least somewhat to him.

Off looks alone, you'd think him to be just as cold. Stern and sharp, Ilya has a face that invites very little. For those courageous enough to engage, a thoughtful surprise can be found waiting. A listener, and a good one too. In the midst of conversation, he makes it effortless. Whether it be a properly placed laugh or a gaze that provided undivided attention, it were almost as if you'd been talking to a friend you'd known for ages. That was his charm, a skill to make those around him comfortable no matter the situation.

Of course, nothing this sweet comes without a bit of effort. While enchanting, Ilya is far from oblivious to his hold on others. The ability to read a face was, like any other, a practice. One that he'd perfected with the tilt of his head, a careful watch in his eye. Manipulation? Hardly, so long as you didn't count his knack for steering discussion as such. He simply just knew the right words, fit for any occasion, to leave just enough influence.

Though not to be confused with dishonesty, Ilya truly does care about that of which he comes across. An act of escape, possibly, projecting interest into the lives of others rather than himself. As it's far easier to be allowed in, rather than to open the doors of his own closed off mind. While raised by a mother who encouraged introspection, his father's watchful eyes still led to a distaste of being observed. If for nothing at all, the least he could do is divert the attention away from himself. After all, what was something people loved more than to be the spotlight? It was an easy answer, and an even easier solution.

And so, his smile never wavers, nor does that gleam in his eye.

402/400

ABILITY TWO — Evasive Maneuvers.

Reducio

From a young age, Ilya had always been a late bloomer in contrast to the other boys. While his peers grew into their strength, Ilya remained wiry and slight, often finding himself on the losing end of physical games. He quickly realized that his lack of physical power would always put him at a disadvantage if he tried to meet others on their terms. So rather than resist, he adapted.

It began with childish fights, nothing serious, the nature of young boys taking its course. Their hits, though playful, carried a weight he knew he couldn’t return. But he could slip away before they landed. Evading became a game of its own, one that he could finally find the advantage in. For where the others saw obstacles, Ilya found paths. Sharp eyes learned how to catch their subtle shifts in movement, a tell for when he needed to step aside.

No longer was he known for being the boy easy to push around, instead a rather infuriating opponent. It was easy to throw a punch, to charge without much forethought. But to calculate? Well that took precision, an ability to be aware far beyond the realm of heated emotion. He was smarter, faster, and Ilya knew it well. It didn't take long for the word to spread, transforming battles that were once an easy victory for others, now into something to prove. It was almost annoying, how good he was at deflecting each attack that came his way. Was he even a little bit arrogant? Very possible, yet you'd never hear him boast.

Naturally, he couldn't stay small and frail forever, something his father's genes had made sure of. And still, with the grace maturity offered him, the skill he'd perfected never diminished. What once was a means of protection now found its way into Ilya's everyday routine, side stepping not only threats, but the world as a whole.

In such fashion, the only logical thing left to do would be to apply himself in areas he knew he'd excel. Any talent could be lost if the practice fell with it, leading him to take up dueling upon his years at school. A more suitable choice, because unlike physical combat, the art of casting focused in the very area he knew he could dominate. Intelligence. With a sharp mind and an even sharper move set, he was practically a weapon.

400/400

Pending Sept 21 - Lear

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21.09 - Rewritten.

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Name: Zoya Chernova
Nicknames: Zoe, Zee
School: Koldovstoretz
Year: Sixth Year
Residence: Myshkin, Russia
Status: Half-Breed/Pureblood

Appearance: Zoya Chernova stand at 5'6", a bit taller than average, with a pale complexion and slim athletic build. She has long, straight, brunette hair that sits just passed her shoulder blades. Her eyes are a deep red color, although she constantly wears dark brown contacts in an attempt to hide her red eyes.

Personality: Zoya is a rather stubborn teenager. While she will listen to and pay attention to instruction, she will normally seem indifferent and as if she would rather be anywhere else. She will also not take attitude from anyone, not afraid to snap back if someone gives her or one of her friends the littlest bit of attitude. Zoya can be very friendly when she wants to be, especially getting along with other introverts as she would rather sit quietly with others than have to deal with someone else's constant chatter. She is not really used to being around other people constantly, so does not really know how to act. This normally makes other rather nervous around her as she can seem like a rather intimidating person.

History:

Reducio

Zoya Chernova was born February 14, 2008, in Myshkin, Russia. Aleksandr Chernov, her father, is a pureblood wizard who works for the Russian magical government, tracking down magical beings who break the law. Anastasia Chernova, her mother, is a pureblood witch who works at a magical lawfirm.

The first few years of Zoya's life were rather average for a witch or wizard. Weekdays were normally spent with the nanny, learning basic life skills. Weekends and evenings were spent at a variety of events with other pureblood families, she made a variety of friends through these events and enjoyed her life. When she was five years old, her family hired a governess who took care of all her education needs as well as private instructors for ballet and piano.

When she was seven years old, Zoya's life changed. Instead of attending the pureblood events and dinners on weekends and evenings, her family kept her locked away in their home only to interact with the staff as well as the private instructors. While they would allow her to leave the house on occasion, they were afraid for the safety of their child and others, not wanting something to happen to their daughter. At this point Zoya lost most of her friends and spent fewer days out of her home.

Unlike most magical children, Zoya's family decided it was best to not send her off to Koldovstoretz when she was 11 years old. Her governess was replaced with an instructor to teach her everything she would need to know about magic. While the Russian girl excelled at her studies, she did not have the social interaction like students at school would have, resulting in her inability to know exactly how to interact with others as well.

With the change of magical laws all over the world, her parents finally agreed to send the girl to Koldovstoretz at the age of 16 years. She was extremely nervous to begin school with other students for once, especially explaining to other students the reason as to why she was not sent to the magical school so late in her schooling years.

First Magic:

Reducio

Zoya's first instance of magic occurred when she was four years old. It was nothing impressive or extravagant, no-one would have even thought anything of it if they had not seen it happen. The young Russian girl was out in the garden playing around, being watched by her nanny at the time when tripped and skinned her knee on one of the many stone pathways. Being an emotional young child, Zoya immediately went running to her nanny, who at the time assumed the young girl had broken a limb with the amount of tears and sobbing that had occurred. When her nanny was checking her over for any wounds, there were none, all that was left of the injury were the knees being ripped out of her stockings. The injury had completely healed over by the time Zoya had even reached the woman.

Trunk

Is your character a Quidditch Player: Yes - Chaser

Stats:

Stamina| 13 Evasion| 12 Strength| 10 Wisdom| 6 Arcane| 5 Accuracy| 16
(+5 dueling wins + 2 quidditch win 1| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7)

Special Race/Ability: Dhampir

Reducio

It could be said that Zoya Chernova had a very average and uneventful childhood until she was seven years old. Her father, Aleksandr, had the dangerous profession of tracking down and bringing in magical beings that broke the laws of the Russian magical government. It was something that his family had been doing for generations and it was no surprise that they had made quite a few enemies along the way. It only takes one vengeful family member for the lives of everyone involved to be changed.

In early 2015, Aleksandr Chernov had been tasked with bringing in a Vampire who was caught turning wizards into Dhampirs. The Vampire did not want to go to prison and fought back resulting in the death of another Vampire that was also present. The Vampire they were aiming to bring in got away.

November of 2015 started off as a calm night for the Chernov family. Aleksandr had a night off and was out with his friends, something they attempted to do once a month as a way to catch up with each other. Zoya was at home with her mother attempting to avoid going to bed at all costs, screeches and laughter being heard throughout the house as Anastasia Chernova chased the seven year old. It was almost an hour later that young Zoya crawled into bed, exhausted from the running around she had previously been doing.

The young Russian girl had been sound asleep when she felt the pain, the burning sensation that quickly spread through her body. She was not able to hear much, only her own screams mixed with the screams of her mother before she lost consciousness. Zoya would later find out that she had been attacked by a Vampire in her sleep, the very Vampire her father had been tasked with tracking down earlier in the year. In an act of revenge for the loss of his wife, he had attempted to turn the young girl into a Vampire but the process was cut short by the entrance of young Zoya's mother.

Aleksandr had been walking to the front of their home when he had heard the scream, not expecting the sound as his daughter should have been asleep at that point. He immediately attempted to get to his daughter as fast as possible when the scream of his wife alerted him of even more danger. Anastasia had heard the scream and immediately went to check on her daughter when she saw the Vampire, luckily having her wand on her and managed to knock him away from the small girl. By that point the damage was done though as Aleksandr attempted to chance down the Vampire.

Zoya was writhing in pain on her bed, blood dripping from her arm where the newly received bite was. Her mother wasted no time and picked the small child from her bed to rush her to the local wizarding nurse who lived only a street away. Her mother normally would have rushed her immediately to the wizarding hospital but was concerned about what harm apparating would cause to the young girl. She was also terrified she would accidently splinch the child in her rush to get them there.

Aleksandr met the pair at the nurses house, concerned for his daughter after he lost the Vampire a few streets away from their own home. Anya, the nurse, was not even sure the girl would make it through the transition, never having dealt with a Vampire bite before. She immediately sent an owl for a more senior nurse that lived in a nearby town, knowing she had worked with similar situations before and would know what to do. She would have sent them straight to the small, nearby wizarding hospital but was certain they would not be able to do anything either. The senior nurse arrived rather quickly, helping Anya fix the girl up and keep her comfortable through the transition.

Zoya did not wake until after sunset of the following day, the transition into a Dhampir having already begun and finished. Her once chocolate brown eyes were a now deep red, looking almost black in certain lighting. Her canine teeth now seemed to be missing, although she felt pressure in her gums where they once resided. The young Russian girl was terrified of the pain she felt, having woken in an unknown location, and the fear that was clearly present on her parents faces. She grew resentful of her new changes rather quickly, being terrified of everything that happened and what others would think. Her parents decided it was best to keep her away from others for her own safety, keeping the young Russian girl mostly hidden away from the rest of the wizarding world knowing others would not understand and treat her fairly. In an attempt to make her feel a little more like her previous self, her parents talked to a muggleborn who was able to purchase her colored contacts on a regular basis to make it seem like her eyes were still a brown-ish color.


WC: 802

Schooling Prior to Sept. 2024
Zoya's family had a governess and multiple private instructors to teach her all of the magical skills she would have learned if she had attended Koldovstoretz from the age of 11. With the change of magical laws all over the world, her parents finally agreed to send the girl to Koldovstoretz at the age of 16 years after a lot of convincing. She was extremely nervous to begin school with other students for once, especially explaining to other students the reason as to why she was not sent to the magical school so late in her schooling years.

Abilities

First Year: Dhampir
Second Year: N/A
Third Year: Dhampir
Fourth Year: N/A
Fifth Year: Dhampir
Sixth Year: N/A

Approved Lear Sept 21

I am approving this but as I do, there was a minor disconnect in terms of narrative information. A made dhampir is technically considered a "blood thrall", there is no difference besides social distinction. it is sort of like how a muggleborn wizard is as much a wizard as a pureblood but there is a difference in terms of social recognition. The other minor thing to mention is that when a vampire turns someone, it does not make them a vampire it makes them a dhampir in terms of social recognition. In a few generations if they have kids with other dhampirs they might be considered "fully vampire" and have more nosferatu-like features but that is more deep lore that we do not even have posted since we don't admit full vampires.

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Ending of argument right up to fiom
Dad: “Deon. Listen to me. You are going to learn and that is it. I am drawing the line here or else you will regret it.”
Hedeon: “Shut up, you don’t tell me what to do.” Karev dismissed his father’s statement with a rude remark.
Dad: “DEON. You’re going to learn and that is FINAL.” He roared.
Hedeon: “I. AM. NOT. GOING. TO. LEARN!” He screamed with every syllable, his heart racing and his face red. His dad saw the couch become engulfed with ice and muttered.
Dad: “Hedeon. Turn around. Look at the couch. I will deal with this later, I just need to go fetch your mother. We will have a talk after dinner. I need you to calm down, now.”
Hedeon: Hedeon didn’t say anything. He was simply surprised with himself. It was impressive what happened.

First Year - n/a
Second Year - n/a
Third Year - n/a
Fourth Year - n/a
Fifth Year - n/a
Sixth Year - N/A
Seventh Year - N/A

Pending Sept 21 - Lear
Just a few minor clarifications - your father, the half giant, what is the other half? Wizard. Muggle.
The other issue is that you have been in school for the past several years as a half-breed. We have been asking players to explain this as they were tutored because it otherwise suggests incompetence in the staff (like not noticing we have a werewolf for a few years) or is unfair to players that cannot passively claim their character has been around the whole time in secret, successfully tricking everyone. I'll check with admin if they can approve the fact that you are just a bit taller than everyone else.

Pending Oct 1 - Lear
From what I could understand from admin, if the half-breed or special ability was well enough hidden and could be reasonably hidden, we can approve it. This does make it unfortunately harder for certain special races (like ww) which is just an unfortunate reality. For public record, I was not in favor of -any- special race passing through for consistency and fairness. Admin as a whole is nicer than me and wants to give people as much of a chance to play what they want to play, but this will likely cause anger and debate later which I will get to regret.

So, in your case --

According to the Lore for part-giants, if short enough they can pass for very tall humans. Some of the admin questioned how tall you were claiming your part giant was in previous years to remain unnoticed since they would be 16 now. Obviously your character would not have been able to pass as a 6 foot tall 11 year old. But the major point of concern was the fact that standing in the back of the room won't do much for "hiding" when you are a foot taller than your peers. You are sort of always seen. That said, "tall human" technically works. The last point however is that your father is very, noticeably tall. How would nobody know that you are a part giant with your father being your father? We need this last part to be reconciled in some way.

Noah Note: Just for papertrail I removed the part giant. It's alright, I'll get some abilities to make him strong >3, gotta make sure Koldov is the top reigning school of all time!

Year 1 —— Fearless
It all started with her home. Yes, her home. Coming from a muggle-born and a pure-blood, she experienced the reality of both worlds. Both the good and the bad. Since she was really young, Iriliya wasn’t scared that easily. Her mother would tell her creepy stories of the past of wizard kind late at night, to make fall asleep. Iriliya wasn’t scared. In fact, she liked scary stories. Her dreams were joyful, and the occasional nightmare would barely frighten her. Somehow, she knew it wasn’t real. She would have forgotten it by the time she woke up.
Though, it wasn’t just the chills of magic that she liked. Her father would often teach her older brother how to fight, fight like a muggle man. Well, despite the boy being a promising young wizard. Irina would watch them, dreaming off also joining in the fight. Her mother wanted her to be a nice little lady, but the girly things weren’t always for her. She liked the action. And one day, she asked to join.
You see, her father, a very logical man, refused to fight with her. Why would he? He didn’t want to break the little girl’s bones. Though her brother… Oh he’d accept the challenge. Once or twice, the two kids fought. They’d never make it past the first few punches before they were discovered by their parents. Off course, they would be scolded, the two of them shouting ‘sorry’ at their parents and then promising they’d never do it again.
Yeah, right. They’d do it again.
The thing is, Iriliya wasn’t afraid of punches, of kicks, of pain. She wasn’t afraid of being scolded or anything. She wasn’t afraid of being caught, breaking rules, doing something dangerous. She was forced, since a young age, to do the things she was supposed to like a lady. No crazy yells or shouts. Be polite, be sweet. Despite her feverish desire to do these things, she only showed a cold, reserved exterior. Children would consider whether her life was bland, if she was a bad person.
No. She just hid her true self. She had been ‘forced’ in doing so. “Be a good girl”, “girls don’t fight like that”, “these are totally preposterous things you are doing”. No no. They were Awesome!
All these experiences, along with just her natural “I’m not afraid of you” attitude, made her a girl that doesn’t scare. It was all a fun challenge, no reason to hold back.
It all came crashing down. It came crashing down when her father died. “Dead on impact”, “he was horribly injured”. For once, the girl was frightened of her own shadow. It made her desoldé into madness. Why had he not come with them? He could have lived. Been with them now. Deep down though, she knew it was a lament without reason. He wouldn’t come back. The “fearless” girl was afraid of facing reality. Death. Pain. Was she really anything?
Yes. She would live on while he soared up high. And she had to let her fears go instead of letting them gnaw her soul. She became herself again. Iriliya. And she realised how it had shaped her into a girl who’s truly fearless.
[537 words]

Year 2 —— Perfectionist
The young Russian girl, who had arrived at Koldovstoretz last year, really had seemed to get the hang of magic. Iriliya was no pure-blood though. She had seen, magic, but she hadn’t lived in a world where it was her only option. A half-blood as she was, the muggle way had always been the easy way. Tradition. Enjoyment.
Then why had she taken such a liking towards magic? Hmm. Great question. But wasn’t magic just impressive? It was awesome! Why waste your time making a fire when it can leaf from your wand? It was a dream come true. She felt like she was finally following her destiny, being in a school of magic. So she had to do well. Really well.
Iriliya begin practising. A lot. Even when she was tired, ready to sleep, she’d go on practicing. She had to be perfect to fulfil her expectations. Get straight O’s, follow her parents legacy. Her brother barely passed his classes and she heard mother shout at him. She wanted, instead, to be perfect. So that no one would ever think of doing that. Punishing her for bad grades? No. Would never happen. She wouldn’t give them a chance to do so, after all.
After some time, Irina’s obsession with perfection went far beyond just grades. After one point, the girl began enjoying duelling more than she had ever. And when she could demonstrate enough spells to make the team, she applied, and she became a duellist. Now, this wasn’t just going to be her reality for her homework, but for the piste too. Unrelenting practice began being enforced there too. The little strain of witch pride in her would come out. She didn’t just want to learn. She wanted to perfect.
So, Iriliya also took it to the books. Books, theory, learning it all by heart. A lot of socialisation was missed. But she didn’t care. She’d sacrifice almost everything in pursuit of perfection. Possible friends, her health, food, sleep, free time, sometimes her happiness even. She’d cry alone at night because she was tired from all the sleeplessness. Of all the things she had missed. Her brother would look at her ashamed. “You are not a machine and nor am I. Why do you want to make me feel embarrassed? Studying like a maniac? You want to be better than me don’t you? Hmph.” She became even more closed, her brother’s words echoing in her ears, his deep voice talking to her in Ukrainian. His language choice made it even worse. Why? Why?…
And when her father died… Well, she was almost over with it. For the first time, she chose not to strive for perfection just a day. She missed home. Him. He wouldn’t come back. But what he did want was to see his kids succeed. He had told her that all her life. And she’d stick to it. In his memory. Her father’s death did change her. But her study habits? Towards the better. She became more determined. In his memory.
Books were constantly open on her desk. She’d frequent the duelling club outside practice hours to send spells flying at dummies. She had to succeed. It was the only way she could ever win. And make them proud. All the causes behind her hunger to be perfect merged. For one reason or the other, she had to do it. From just a pursuit, it became a total necessity.
And she won. She learned them the best an amateur duellist and sorcerer could. By her standards, it was close to perfect. And she loved it. She had done it.
For her mother. For her late father. To show that she shines. To she that she has a worth. But not just to win and be the image of perfection she wanted to be.
She had done it for herself. And she was, finally happy. Yes, happy.
Because she had achieved a relative balance, perfection.
[558 words]

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[b][i]Year 1 — Fearless:[/i][/b][reducio] [justify]It all started with her home. Yes, her home. Coming from a muggle-born and a pure-blood, she experienced the reality of both worlds. Both the good and the bad. Since she was really young, Iriliya wasn’t scared that easily. Her mother would tell her creepy stories of the past of wizard kind late at night, to make fall asleep. Iriliya wasn’t scared. In fact, she liked scary stories. Her dreams were joyful, and the occasional nightmare would barely frighten her. Somehow, she knew it wasn’t real. She would have forgotten it by the time she woke up.
Though, it wasn’t just the chills of magic  that she liked. Her father would often teach her  older brother how to fight, fight like a muggle man. Well, despite the boy being a promising young wizard. Irina would watch them, dreaming off also joining in the fight. Her mother wanted her to be a nice little lady, but the girly things weren’t always for her. She liked the action. And one day, she asked to join. 
You see, her father, a very logical man, refused to fight with her. Why would he? He didn’t want to break the little girl’s bones. Though her brother… Oh he’d accept the challenge. Once or twice, the two kids fought. They’d never make it past the first few punches before they were discovered by their parents. Off course, they would be scolded, the two of them shouting ‘sorry’ at their parents and then promising they’d never do it again.
Yeah, right. They’d do it again.
The thing is, Iriliya wasn’t afraid of punches, of kicks, of pain. She wasn’t afraid of being scolded or anything. She wasn’t afraid of being caught, breaking rules, doing something dangerous. She was forced, since a young age, to do the things she was supposed to like a lady. No crazy yells or  shouts. Be polite, be sweet. Despite her feverish desire to do these things, she only showed a cold, reserved exterior. Children would consider whether her life was bland, if she was a bad person.
No. She just hid her true self. She had been ‘forced’ in doing so. “Be a good girl”, “girls don’t fight like that”, “these are totally preposterous things you are doing”. No no. They were Awesome!
All these experiences, along with just her natural “I’m not afraid of you” attitude, made  her a girl that doesn’t scare. It was all a fun challenge, no reason to hold back. 
It all came crashing down. It came crashing down when her father died. “Dead on impact”, “he was  horribly injured”. For once, the girl was frightened of her own shadow. It made her desoldé into madness. Why had he  not come with them? He could have lived. Been with them now. Deep down though, she knew it was a  lament without reason. He wouldn’t come back. The “fearless” girl was afraid of facing reality. Death. Pain. Was she really anything?
Yes. She would live on while  he soared up high. And she had to let her fears go instead of letting them gnaw her soul. She became herself again. Iriliya. And she realised how it had shaped her into a girl who’s truly fearless. 
[537 words][/justify][/reducio][b][i]Year 2 — Perfectionist[/i][/b][reducio][justify]The young Russian girl, who had arrived at Koldovstoretz last year, really had seemed to get the hang of magic. Iriliya was no pure-blood though. She had seen, magic, but she hadn’t lived in a world where it was her only option. A half-blood as she was, the muggle way had always been the  easy way. Tradition. Enjoyment.
Then why had she taken such a liking towards magic? Hmm. Great question. But wasn’t magic just impressive? It was awesome! Why waste your  time making a fire when it can leaf from your wand? It was a dream come true. She felt like she was finally following her destiny, being in a school of magic. So she had to do well. Really well.
Iriliya begin practising. A lot. Even when she was tired, ready to sleep, she’d go on practicing. She  had to be perfect to fulfil her expectations. Get straight O’s, follow her parents legacy. Her brother barely passed his classes and she heard mother shout at him. She wanted, instead, to be perfect. So that no one would ever think of doing that. Punishing her for bad grades? No. Would never happen. She wouldn’t give them a chance to do so, after all.
After some time, Irina’s obsession with perfection went far beyond just grades. After one point, the girl began enjoying duelling more than she had ever. And when she could demonstrate enough spells to make the team, she applied, and she became a duellist. Now, this wasn’t just going to be her reality for her homework, but for the piste too. Unrelenting practice began being enforced there too. The little strain of witch pride in her would come out. She didn’t just want to learn. She wanted to perfect.
So, Iriliya also took it to the books. Books, theory, learning it all by heart. A lot of socialisation was missed. But she didn’t care. She’d sacrifice almost everything in pursuit of perfection. Possible friends, her health, food, sleep, free time, sometimes her happiness even. She’d cry alone at night because she was tired from all the sleeplessness. Of all the things she had missed. Her brother would look at her ashamed. “You are not a machine and nor am I. Why do you want to make me feel embarrassed? Studying like a maniac? You want to be better than me don’t you? Hmph.” She became even more closed, her brother’s words echoing in her ears, his deep voice talking to her in Ukrainian. His language choice made it even worse. Why? Why?…
And when her father died… Well, she was almost over with it. For the first time, she chose not to strive for perfection just a day. She missed home. Him. He wouldn’t come back. But what he did want was to see his kids succeed. He had told her that all her life. And she’d stick to it. In his memory. Her father’s death did change her. But her study habits? Towards the better. She became more determined. In his memory.
Books were constantly open on her desk. She’d frequent the duelling club outside practice hours to send spells flying at dummies. She had to succeed. It was the only way she could ever win. And make them proud. All the causes behind her hunger to be perfect merged. For one reason or the other, she had to do it. From just a pursuit, it became a total necessity.
And she won. She learned them the best an amateur duellist and sorcerer could. By her standards, it was close to perfect. And she loved it. She had done it.
For her mother. For her late father. To show that she shines. To she that she has a worth. But not just to win and be the image of perfection she wanted to be.
She had done it for herself. And she was, finally happy. Yes, happy.
Because she had achieved a relative balance, perfection.
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19 Oct - Évodie

Stat update - approved

Fearless - approved

Perfectionist - approved

Content Change: Mother's name change - approved

Content Change: Father's death - pending. Checking with team for indexing clarification, will reach out to you to notify of approval, or if any additional changes are needed.

24 Oct - Évodie
APPROVED - Content Change: Father's death

PENDING - 19 Oct Évodie

Her birthday makes Helene a year older than she should be. Please change year to 2011.

Additionally, very small clarification, but as of 2016, Innopolis is the smallest town in Russia, not Chekalin.

Spattergroit and it's derivatives are extremely contagious. Please elaborate on why she would be allowed to go home. Even if only her husband was allowed in her room, he could still easily pass on the infection to their young children. Additionally, if someone is responsible for her illness, you will need to elaborate on it. Please feel free to put it in a spoiler if you're hoping to keep it a surprise from those outside the team for now, but the iNPC team must have record of it if you'd like to rp that plot point.

Please clarify what school year that Helene starts at Hogwarts.

You have forgotten to include stamina in your stat distribution. As stamina equates to hit points, all characters are required to have at least 1 stamina. Additionally, please specify which stat you'd like to apply statistically relevant to.

PENDING - October 24, Esme

- As a 3rd year full human, the stats should add up to 45, currently they only add up to 40. Please add the 5 missing points.

APPROVED - 26 Oct Évodie

PENDING - 11 Nov Évodie
Appearance: Please provide a written appearance description.
Personality Please elaborate a bit more on your character's personality. This is who they are! We need a bit more than six words.
"From then on, the family flew to England every summer for a month." I'm assuming that you mean on brooms, but since purebloods wouldn't use planes, please specify.
Pureblood Inconsistencies: Muggle technology and magic don't mix well. A pureblood family functionally could not have security cameras, and as pureblood society is entirely removed from the muggle world, they almost certainly would not, even if they could. Additionally, her parents would not be able to film any events for her. Please edit.
First Instance of Magic: As Allyssa was staring at the door in concentration when her first instance of magic occurred, it feels purposeful rather than accidental. First instances of magic should just be random, or as a result of a strong emotion. Additionally, you have it listed twice, once in your biography, and once separate. The twos FIoMs do not match up. Please remove one.
Calming Presence: Ability applications must be at least 400 words.

PENDING - 19 Nov Évodie
Pureblood Inconsistencies:You have chosen to have a pure-blood character, meaning that your character would have been raised in a completely magical culture. This means they would have no knowledge of electronics, muggle shows/literature, etc. In general, muggles and their culture are anywhere from feared to vehemently despised by pureblood society as a whole, and as such, most purebloods have never even seen a muggle. Pureblood children typically do not have any muggle friends, as their parents would consider this highly dangerous. As such, you need to either remove references to his friends filming her and showing her the video, or provide a very good reason why her parents would allow it.
Family Clarification: You wrote that Allyssa's sister's name is Emilia, but talked about her sister Charlotte in her first instance of magic. Please either elaborate if she has another sister, or correct the name.
Schooling:

After that day, their parents decided that it was safer to homeschool them than to possibly have another incident like that at school. With that, Allyssa and Emilia were pulled out of school, school books were bought, and the parents began to school them. There would be absolutely no going back to school until they had to.

Pureblood children attending muggle school is almost entirely unheard of. They are usually homeschooled, tutored, or sent to a small, magical children only private school. If Allyssa attended the latter, then there would be no reason for her parents to pull her out - her first instance of magic isn't at all dangerous. Please clarify on what you meant in this section.

STATUS: Pending, Célestine, 22 November

"After that day, their parents let their principal know what had happened so that they could make sure that the girls didn't get away with things by saying that it was magic. After that, Allyssa and Emilia realized what their parents had said and so, it was more often than not that they would be found telling the truth about something that had happened."

Please clarify principal of which school as it makes little sense for small magical school to not talk about magic. If you meant Muggle school, it is highly unlikely that Pureblood child would ever go to Muggle school as it will break the statute of secrecy. Please edit this information.

Approved Esmeralda November 25, ,2024
Encyclopedia

Answers: The mother was killed, she was poisoned. It was made to look like cardiac arrest shortly after delivering Taylor. It was assumed by most to he a delayed consequence of the labor and delivery. Her older sister was sent away to live with another family, she did not develop the Seer trait and was a squib.

Answers: Yes, people were out to get him from within his own family. He was murdered.

Taylor lives in one of the mot remote villages in the world, Norilsk (Russian: Нори́льск, IPA: [nɐˈrʲilʲsk]), a closed city in Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia. Taken from google - located south of the western Taymyr Peninsula, around 90 km east of the Yenisey River and 1,500 km north of Krasnoyarsk. Norilsk is 300 km north of the Arctic Circle and 2,400 km from the North Pole.

Answer: it was a normal doll prior.

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

STATUS: Pending, Célestine, 3 January
– You are missing DOB. For a first year attending Koldovstoretz your date of birth should be between September 2012 and August 2013. Please add it to your history.
– From your history it's unclear where Taylor is living. Please add it to your history.

Updated - Aamon 1/3/2025

STATUS: Approved, Célestine, 3 January
Link to ency: Taylor Athanatos