Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.Name: Ulyana Sachevna Vassilieva
Birthday: October 29, 1946
Hometown: Moscow, Russia
Bloodline:Muggleborn /
Halfblood / Pureblood / Unknown
Magical Strength (pick one):Divination / Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):Divination /
Transfiguration / Charms / Conjuring & Summoning
Year (pick two):Fourth, Third
Biography: Ever since her birth—at the stroke of midnight no less—Ulyana had been more than a handful for long-suffering parents, Sacha and Daria. Her father liked to say that she came out fussy, but Daria always claimed that her precious Ulya was perfectly sweet when she was still in the womb. “It is this air she does not like.”
Daria was not entirely incorrect. The weather in Moscow was cold and harsh, and it bit at her fresh, new skin. She cried in fury when the freezing dry air tightened the flesh prison she didn’t yet realize she was now inhabiting.
Sacha Vassiliev was an elected official in the United Russian Wizarding Union and has continued to grow through the ranks while his darling wife cared for the home with aplomb. Though it was sometimes hard on their relationship, with his long nights in discussion and sometimes sudden travel schedule, Daria was never lonely or in want of company because Ulyana was always new from day to day. She learned so fast and expressed so much that it was almost like having a friend more than a daughter
Curious and reckless, Yana got herself into trouble frequently. The crisp night air she had been born into created in her a sense that everything was not as it seemed, could not be understood as the truth without thorough examination. So Yana examined everything. This inclination led her to secret after secret, discovering the business of politics before she had the capacity to understand it, finding the unique storage location in which her mama hid her yearly gifts, and earning herself more than a few scrapes and bruises from putting herself in harm’s way on occasion.
Sacha, Yana thought, was one of the few in the Russian magical government that was trying to improve things despite the turmoil around them. Though the family was not egregiously wealthy, they were well off enough to spend a good amount of time and funding engaged in charitable operations. When she was young she thought this an admirable way to conduct affairs and help the needy. As she gained more ill-gotten information, Yana could tell that goodness poorly wielded was synonymous with weakness. What did one event change, in the grand scheme of things? How would it affect the perception your enemies had of you? Her father was a strong, sensible, and kind man who never budged on his convictions. She would admire him for that as long as she lived, but she wondered if there was a better way to get things done. You could change a lot if you were willing to get your hands dirty.
Moral grey areas were where Yana was most comfortable. If she could fudge a detail, she would do it happily. The less people understood about her and her intentions the better. It pleased her to see reflected in her peers the ideas she had weaseled in their minds, especially when they thought that her own well placed suggestion would hurt her. She came to regard most of her peers with disdain. The rare and brilliant presence of a child her age who was smart enough not to be manipulated was noteworthy. Thus, Ulyana had little in the way of friends, and woe betide the person who thought they deserved to be familiar with her before she did. Few people were ever emboldened to call her Yana or Ulya, even fewer would call her Yanochka, though there had been a girl, once, from whom she had hoped to hear the name.
If Yana was pleased to be of influence to her peers, it was a thousandfold joy when she could trick her father’s rivals into her mischief. This, notably, didn’t happen often but when it did, caused great ripples that turned into waves when she was out of view. It never occurred to her that one of those waves would come back to drag her out to sea.
In her third year at Koldovstoretz, an attempt was made on her life. She had been briefly held captive as the guilty talked about how they might extort her father one way or another to squash the progressive policies that were gaining traction in their country. They had thought her helpless because they didn’t know the real Daria Vassilieva or what she had taught Ulyana to do.
Growing up, Daria had known the dangers facing her family and prepared Ulyana for it like a taskmaster. Yana’s mother had taught her to use her inherent divinatory skills to find an opening and take decisive action. She talked one of her captors into untying her so she could use the toilets and used the opportunity to slip past him and to safety. They hadn’t been planning to return her, or at least not all of her, once they’d gotten what they wanted. Though she never saw the actual perpetrators of the deed, she had enough suspicions to know who to be wary of in the future.
This situation helped the Vassiliev family realize that Koldovstoretz wasn’t as safe as they thought it would be. It was time to send Yana abroad. Despite all she’d been through, she was excited to become a fancy fish in a foreign pond. Leaving her Russian schoolmates behind was not too great a loss. Everyone she admired would be just as admirable from afar as they were beside her. Though her influence on her friends might be less without her physical presence to keep them tethered, she could stand to gain so much more from splashing around at Hogwarts, if she played her cards right.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.Option 2:That rat of his was in for it now.
The gray little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.
Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.
Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.
Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.
The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.
As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.
Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.
Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
One of the nicer things about Hogwarts was how long it remained comfortable to walk about the grounds without the assistance of magic. Koldovstoretz was an impressive feat of architecture that was only matched by impressively unforgiving weather conditions. By contrast, being at Hogwarts felt like living the country life, despite the castle. Neither were really suited to her, but she supposed it couldn't hurt to embrace the experiences she was having. That was the thought process as to why she decided to gather herself for a walk before lunchtime. The weather was fine and the gardens were likely to be a pleasant spot to take a turn.
Wandering out into the sunlight, she wondered what her father was doing, how Russia was doing. She knew they were under the same sky and that home was a quick trip away, but she still felt so divorced from the modes of attitude she had come to know. She didn't understand the English as often as she would have liked. The people at this castle were more expressive than she was accustomed to and she felt the teaching style was a bit looser. Strict discipline was a staple of Koldovstoretz and her home. Hogwarts, by contrast, was...goofy. Their school song was nonsense, the way they split into groups didn't seem to make much sense, and the inter-house rivalries led to herd mentalities where the many were punished by the actions of a few.
Perhaps Ulyana just wasn't a fan of the idea of teams. She was used to striving for her own personal best without concern for the failings and flailings of others. As Ulyana ruminated on this, one of the failing flailers appeared before her, rooting around in the dirt.
No sooner had she seen the dirty boy in the flowers than she found herself accosted by him. Ulyana could feel one brow perk up significantly. “Why do you address me in this manner, toad boy?” she asked, making no effort to mask her accent. “Do you think this is an appropriate attitude to use with strangers? What should you matter to me?”
Recognizing him as a year above her, she resisted the urge to berate him more. Standards weren’t standards if you picked when to follow them, and Yana believed in at least the facade of respect as much as possible. He had certainly earned some subversive retaliation in the future, but she would perhaps give him time to grovel for her forgiveness. → ABOUT YOU.Please list any characters you have on the site (current and previous): Lamia Cadwallader et al.
