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Archived Applications / Marzanna Kasimir
« on: 31/08/2016 at 14:21 »

Application for Hogwarts School




→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.

Name: Marzanna Serafin Kasimir

Birthday: 01 January 1937

Hometown: Belgravia, London / Alderley Edge, Cheshire.

Bloodline:
Muggleborn

Magical Strength (pick one):
Transfiguration

Magical Weakness (pick one):
Divination

Year (pick two): first; second.

Biography: provided the time warp affected fetuses, an alternate, excessively complex, and somewhat headache-inducing version of this that leaves her with essentially the same background is readily available

The wintry night of 01 January 1937 dawned a new era, and along with it the birth of a small, quiet child named Marzanna.

Nero Serafin and Ilona Kasimir were two exceptionally lofty and aristocratic Muggles who, it seemed, were perfect for none but each other; no other pair seemed quite so evenly matched in wit, in ambition, in aloofness. The pair, acquainted during their political studies at Oxford, married in the early months of 1936 and conceived a daughter shortly afterwards. Neither was of a particularly good dispostition, too embroiled in their own respective failures and aspirations to care for anybody else, even each other.

Marzanna’s childhood for the most part remained a quiet period of isolation and tedium. Despite an abundance of acquaintances formed over the years she had few friends, and none of them particularly close. Her months were divided between the harsh bustle of Belgravia’s streets and the serene solitude of Alderley Edge’s quiet scenery, for her mother insisted on relatively frequent visits to her remaining kin in the northern countryside.

Nero and Ilona spared their daughter little regard past her extensive education and admired only the most prestigious of her achievements; it was for this reason that neither noticed the slew of peculiar events that surrounded their child. None save for Marzanna herself ever seemed fully aware of the times when she impossibly set the dining table alight, or ravaged the drawing room in a fit, or fell from her balcony and floated to the ground softly. Trouble seemed to follow this girl wherever she went.

Not to say, of course, that she was by any means a delinquent. Quite contrarily, young Marzanna held little interest in misconduct and belligerence. She instead seemed devoted to upholding her family's immaculate reputation, and garnered a reputation as a remarkably well-mannered child. Despite a lack of close friends in her life she proved herself to be an exceedingly charming and courteous young lady of a sweet, if rather reserved, temperament.

A shame, then, that beneath the gold-leafed veneer lied a rather different girl entirely. This girl was of a dour, dispassionate disposition, deferential only due to prudence and acquiescence. For the world, to her young eyes, refused to be fair: her family, lofty though it was, fell victim like any other to the trappings of wartime strain. Her mother, derided for her German blood and Slavic roots, denied her grief over kin lost to Birkenau; her father, his political position threatened by his Italian heritage, forced to illicit means to retain his precarious throne; her parents, divorced mere weeks before she turned eight, content to tear her life in two.

For all she had been privileged with, Marzanna grew dissatisfied with her state of affairs. Such was the work of ungratefulness, perhaps, or enterprise; regardless, she was a perfectionist in all regards, and resented her family’s troubles for how they marred her life. Obstinate naïveté dreamed up a halcyon past and an idyllic future, free of the strife that presently infested an otherwise quintessentially perfect existence in her eyes.

Such histrionics, of course, meant that when a supposed "wizard" appeared one evening at her doorstep with a parchment letter in hand, Marzanna Kasimir was not very impressed at all.

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.
Note: This section is optional, and is up to you to complete.

House Request:
I think Slytherin fits best; regardless: sort me!

Personality:
Though polite and reserved, she is not a kind or charitable child. People tend to irritate her; they always seem to her too loud, too vapid, too grating. Yet her reticence renders most biting words silent, and she instead meets such imagined slights with mild passive aggression and a forced smile. She may be quite cold and callous, and often cares little for the plights of others. She does, however, care for her reputation, and will play nice for the sake of leaving a good impression. She has no qualms with acting manipulative, so long as it will help her reach a goal.

She is a meticulous and ambitious perfectionist who will settle for nothing short of the best, both of herself and of others. She is fairly competitive and regarded as a rather diligent student, though her studies at Hogwarts may be hindered by her mulish stubbornness and iron will. She considers herself a realist, and the nonsensical nature magic is a source of frustration for her.

Marzanna is perpetually moody and cynical, and greatly distrusts the new world she has been thrust into. Wizards, she believes, are a silly, primitive lot; she stubbornly views Muggle inventions as superior and looks down on the unsophisticated nature of the Wizarding World.

Appearance:
A rather pale little girl with cool blue eyes and a mane of white blonde hair. As vain as she is pretty.

→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Morning strolls in the gardens were a quiet, tranquil affair, and Marzanna savored the gentle peace of daybreak. The crowded bustle and inane chatter of the Great Hall grew to be overwhelming at times, and she much preferred the solitude of the outdoors. The young girl cradled a steaming cup of tea in her hands as she took muffled steps forward, her gait languid still from the dregs of slumber. By her feet trotted her beloved cat, Phoebus, a gift from her father; with a distracted gaze she amusedly watched him sniff about for his next meal. She sipped her tea, content to revel in the serenity --

“You blasted rat! Where are you?”

-- until some idiotic dolt shattered the silence with a shrill shriek.

Nearby was an older boy stomping through a patch of crimson blossoms, uncaring of the destruction he was leaving in his wake. She stepped closer to the scene, equal parts bemused and irritated. What on earth was the fool doing? And why was he so rudely interrupting her morning stroll? The fool, she noted with exasperation, had even scared away her cat in his screeching. Perhaps she should intervene, if only to stop him from ravaging the snowdrops as well.

She stopped in her tracks, however, as the boy let out an appallingly messy sneeze, and — good Lord, was he wiping his nose on his sleeve?! Yet it seemed too late to retreat, for the oafish boy at last had noticed her presence.

“Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”

If she was staring, it was with revulsion; this boy was a disgusting mess she wished she could tear her eyes away from. Uncouth creatures such as this were why she'd initially questioned if the castle was even advanced enough to house lavatories, given its adversity to common sense. (The answer, quite fortunately, was yes.) Wizards, honestly.

Marzanna instead graced the horrid boy with a small, sheepish smile. “Sorry, was I staring? I didn’t mean to." She gazed up at the boy with wide eyes. "Are you looking for something, perhaps?”

She thought she had perhaps seen a rat dart by mere moments before, but it hardly seemed prudent to mention. If the boy wanted his damn rat back, then he would have to traipse across the castle grounds and retrieve it himself.

Unless Phoebus caught it first, of course.

→ ABOUT YOU.

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