Age: 12

Birthday: September 12th, 2012

Blood Status: Pureblood

Location of Residence: Holyhead, Wales (formerly Ostashkov, Russia)

School: Hogwarts

House: Slytherin


Appearance:


PB: Nadia Parkes

Three Characteristics You Think You Are: Book-smart, plain, observant

Three Characteristics Others Think You Are: Brazen, quick-witted, driven

Three Random Facts:

• Was raised more by her baboushka than her parents, owing to their busy work lives that she quietly resents them for.
• Did not show signs of magic before receiving her letter - started to believe she was a squib.
• Was supposed to go to Durmstrang, but her life was upended and she was forced to move to Wales to stay with a distant relative.

Aspirations: Prove that her magic being latent doesn't mean it can't be powerful. Become properly fluent in English (so she can understand every idiom).


Favourite Class: Transfiguration

Least Favourite Class: Flying

Favourite Wizarding Food or Drink: Cauldron cake

Thoughts on Blood Purism: Bearing little allegiance to her blood purist family in Russia, Nona hasn't formulated a proper opinion on blood purism yet. She's been subjected to propaganda indirectly but finds the entire thing pointless, at least for now.


Thoughts on the Government: She doesn't know much about the UK government, but suspects it's similar to all other forms of government, which is to say she doesn't really care for it.


Family:
Mother - early 40s
Father - early 40s
Baboushka - mid 80s
Uncle - late 30s

Roleplay Example:
(from another site)

He walked forward, seeing where the path would take him, glancing back furtively to see if the girl was still following him. She probably was his sister’s age, now that he thought about it. They probably knew each other at least by association, which meant the girl already knew his last name. He wondered if Jennifer had ever mentioned having a brother, if she really wanted to leave the family back home and be her own person. That would be fine—he didn’t care about his sister’s wasted academic potential, he just resented it slightly—but she had to go and use her surname as a first name like some edgy weirdo. It was like she was trying to ruin his life without even realising she was trying. Oliver turned the corner and saw a nearby spring, just off the path. “There,” he pointed out to the girl. “Looks like freshwater.” Drinkable, he’d imagine, but he didn’t particularly want to try.



ALIAS: Vigil

OTHER CHARACTERS: none, I'm new

WELCOME BUDDY?: yes please!

CANON?: N

WANTED AD?: N