name; Milica Vranekova

age; 11

blood status; half-breed

species; dhampir

house; slytherin

year; first

wand; 20,4cm aspen wood, unicorn hair

fav. blood type; ẇ̷̡̠͖̰͆̀̇̚̕͝a̵̡̘͉͇͎͇͗̀̌̃͆̏̋̈́́͘ȋ̸̯͙̥̭̼̖͉̣t̸̜͇̳̓͒̉̎͜ͅ ̸̳͋̎̔w̸͇̪͕͕̦̘͒̂̔͂́͂̐̌͊͜ͅh̵͉͙̯̱̾̄̓̽̈́̈͘á̴̤̥̬͇̬̙̱̲̣̗t̷͇͐͐͂̉̉͐͘͠͠?̸̙̥̐̓

「 ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ 」
Quiet. Calm. Calculating. These are three words in which to describe Milica’s personality. In most situations, Milica doesn’t speak unless spoken to, and she always thinks before she speaks. That is not to say she is antisocial. In time, she could open up. She has always felt on edge and selfconscious around others, but masks it with cruelty and indifference. She’s afraid of not fitting in, therefore, she doesn’t even try. As a result, when first meeting her, she could come off as rude or standoffish. The times when she’s truly at peace is when she’s tending to her garden, reading a book, or playing violin. She doesn’t have much faith, but perhaps she secretly hopes to make a friend at Hogwarts.

「 ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ 」

The 'creepy pale' one. With long black hair. A perfectly clean face: no beauty marks or scars, not dry or oily. If muggles didn't look away from her in fear or in disgust, they would notice that the girl was actually quite beautiful. Slightly taller than average, usually dressed in outfits that people refer to as 'dark academia'. Longer and stronger than average nails, usually painted in a matching dark color. Dark grey, almond shaped eyes, with pupils that can expand to the point her eyes look black. Lastly, two missing teeth where a vampire would have their fangs. Perhaps in the future, the 'creepy pale' one would feel more comfortable smiling, but only time can tell.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ.

Reducio

It all goes back to one century ago, to the birth of Jarmila Morová Vranekova, Milica's mother. Jarmila was originally born in London to two infatuated teenagers. Young, dumb and reckless, is how Milica would describe her grandparents. She had only known them through stories, and even those were few.

Too young to understand the consequences, the pair brought a child into the world. Responsibilities kept adding up for the two, and before long, they couldn't handle it anymore. Jobs were lost, rent went unpaid, and the family ended up living on the streets.

The first few years of her life, Jarmila had to fight. For food, for shelter. For life.

It all changed when one night, a certain man came by. Milica's mother often spoke of him fondly. The man was incredibly tall, pale, and radiated wealth. This is probably why Milica's grandfather decided to rob him. Well, he tried. In the blink of an eye, he was laying on the ground, pushed down by the mysterious man. He couldn't fight back. Milica's grandmother ran away in fear, but Jarmila didn't. She stayed. And stared.

According to her mother, the man's stare terrified her, but she refused to back down. Finally, she was the first to give in. Nevertheless, interest was sparked. The man took her with him. Jarmila was frightened. And confused. She was only six years old when she was separated from her parents, and didn't know what would happen to her.

This story is not all bad. As it turned out, the kidnapper took her in, adopted her in some way. Gave her a roof above her head, a bed to sleep in, a bath to wash in and more importantly: fresh food and drinks. Though, he refused to eat with her.

The next few years were spent conditioning her skills: both mental and physical. The man taught Jarmila how to fight and win arguments. She learned to both be quick and to protect herself. He taught her how to study and memorise. Even though Jarmila missed her parents, she quickly learned she was better off now.

It was on her eighteenth birthday when the truth was finally revealed. The man who took her away from her parents and gave her a better life, wasn't any regular man. He was a vampire. And she would be too. After the ritual, Milica's mother changed. She became even faster, even stronger. Though, she could no longer walk in daylight. Or eat fresh food: the thing she longed for all throughout her early childhood. And according to her? She only felt better for it.

Decades passed, and Jarmila was ready to leave her new 'father'. Even vampires left home as they got older. She moved to Slovakia, her original father's homeland, where she lived for many years.

It was in Bratislava where she met Samuel Hargrave, a linguistics professor from London. Milica has heard this story a million times. Her mother had taken up the job of working as a bartender, just a way to pass time. Her father was in Bratislava for research.

One fateful night, Milica's father went out for a drink. That is where he met a "gorgeous" woman, which he knew immediately to be the love of his life. Nonsense, if you ask Milica. There's no such thing as love at first sight. Still, Samuel ordered his drink. Without thinking, he also asked the beautiful bartender out with confidence. And to his surprise, she said yes.

This was the start of a secret love story. Before long, the two figured out each other's true natures. Milica's father being a wizard, a pureblooded one at that. And the more surprising revelation: Milica's mother being a vampire.

Their love didn't come without complications. Samuel's parents were disapproving of Jarmila, her being a vampire. In fact, they even burned him off the family tree for it. The same was to be said for Jarmila. While she used to be well-liked in the vampire community, her love for this wizard resulted in many dirty looks. Still, she ignored all of them.

At one point, Milica's parents decided to live together in muggle London. Out of their love, a baby was born - or dropped of by a stork - who even knows. This is a particular girl: born with a fair skin tone and grey eyes, to a vampire and a human. The girl who goes by the name of Milica Katerina Vranekova.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʜᴀᴍᴘɪʀ.

Reducio

The life of a dhampir is not a straightforward one. Milica didn't go outside much during the day, as prolonged sun exposure could burn her skin. When she did go outside, it was on cloudy days or at night. She mostly avoided humans as they always looked at her with fear or worry. Children feared her thanks to her ghastly skin, her dark eyes and black hair. Adults thought she was a sick child living on the streets.

When she did go outside, Milica never smiled. Unlike her mother who had big, sharp fangs, Milica had nothing. Just two gaps where her fangs should've been. Two fangs grew out of the open spots only when she was hungry or emotional. Because of this, she taught herself never to smile to strangers.

Milica never scared quickly, being stronger and faster than the average human. She was even equipped with sharp fingernails which could be used as a means of self-defense. Still, she never drank the blood of a human, since according to her father, it's "dumb and immoral to attack humans".

Her diet consists of both human food and blood. Milica's mother shares blood with her, but it is unknown to Milica where it comes from. She was never allowed to drink too much blood. Her parents insist on her getting used to eating human food instead. All to be able to "blend in". How dull is that.