Christopher Vyacheslavovna | Second | Dumstrang - Encyclopedias

6 Jul 2026, 11:17

Christopher Ignatova Vyacheslavovna | 2 | Dumstrang

YEAR. Second
DOB. 14/10/2013
NATIONALITY. Russian
SPECIES. Werewolf
HERITAGE. House of Vyacheslavovna
MBTI. INFJ
BLOODTYPE. B-
ZODIAC. Libra
SCHOOL. Dumstrang
SPOTIFY. Cortis
STATUS. High-class

N/A .HOUSE
Pureblood .BLOODSTATUS
Russian, Slovenian, English .LANGUAGES
Moscow .RESIDENCE
5'0 .HEIGHT
39 .WEIGHT
Books, fresh grass, coffee .AMORTENTIA
Zhao Yufan.FACECLAIM
.VOICE
sassy and funny
kind and crazy .ORIENTATION

"Don’t be afraid to be different"

EYES. round and black
SKIN. pale
FACE TYPE. oval and cat-like
LAUGH. breath-taking

hourglass.BODY TYPE
On the collarbone.SCARS/MOLES
warm and soft .SMILE
xx .OTHER

All those years I put in for the American Dream
Is it worth all the work if you can't be here with me?
'Cause I fly Stockholm to LA, leave my feelings on the plane
Worries fade away when I hit the stag.

6 Jul 2026, 11:42

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[ sta ] 7 [ eva ] 2 [ str ] 6 [ wis ] 5 [ arc ] 3 [ acc ] 7

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~ prat's code

All those years I put in for the American Dream
Is it worth all the work if you can't be here with me?
'Cause I fly Stockholm to LA, leave my feelings on the plane
Worries fade away when I hit the stag.

6 Jul 2026, 12:02

✧ HISTORY .

Christopher Vyacheslavovna belonged to the House of Vyacheslavovna, an ancient pureblood lineage of wizards that dated back many years. Despite their reputation as a distinguished family in the traditional circles of magic, the Vyacheslavovnas have always lacked influence in politics and the display of excess money. They focused on magical studies, the law of magic, healing, and traditions of the old magic. Discipline and reputation mattered most to them, and any child born in such a family knew from birth that every step of theirs would mean something to each of their ancestors too.
Christopher was the youngest among his brothers and sisters. During the first eight years of his life, he led a rather unremarkable childhood for the child of a pureblood family. He learned manners and magical history along with afternoons spent playing in the forests near the family estate under the watchful eye of older children, tutors, or domestic servants. His parents were strict yet loving enough to know that discipline and kindness are not necessarily opposites.

This all came about in one autumn evening.
While exploring deeper within the confines of the estate's wooded area than he had ever been allowed before, Christopher was confronted with an attack from a werewolf who had somehow managed to get past the protective warding system of the property. Even though he was chased off before he could be killed, the wound that the creature inflicted on his left leg was going to change his entire life from that day forth. Everything his family could do to save him was done for Christopher. While silver dust and dittany helped keep him alive until the arrival of healers, it took too long and Nightroot Elixir had missed its opportunity at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies.
Christopher lived.
His lycanthropy did as well.
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. FIRST INSTANCE OF MAGIC ✧
The very first display of Christopher Vyacheslavovna's accidental magic happened when he was just five years old, at the peak of one of the most stormy storms ever recorded by his family. Due to his innate fear of loud noises, the boy had been hiding under the grand piano in his family drawing room while it was pouring rain outside. The sudden boom of lightning near one of the trees made the whole estate tremble and scared the boy to tears. While he was squeezing his eyes and putting his hands over his ears, all the candles and fireplaces in the room burst into intense blue flames. Unlike the usual fire, the magic one was burning silently without damaging anything in the room – it was lighting up the room without touching any furniture, curtains, or wooden floors.

The commotion led to Christopher's parents, brothers, sisters, as well as some servants entering the drawing room and seeing him hiding under the piano surrounded by weird blue flames. As soon as his mother sat down next to him and embraced him, the magic fire disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

Though frightening at the time, the incident was celebrated within the family, confirming that Christopher had inherited the magical abilities expected of a pureblood child.

All those years I put in for the American Dream
Is it worth all the work if you can't be here with me?
'Cause I fly Stockholm to LA, leave my feelings on the plane
Worries fade away when I hit the stag.