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Elsewhere Accepted / Zander Kota || Elsewhere Child
« on: 28/03/2016 at 15:17 »
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Character Name: Zander Ivanovich Kota

Gender: Male

Age: Thirteen Years Old (01 May 1933)

Bloodline: Pureblood

Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): 
Adoptive Parents: Bikram & Jayanti Kota (Currently not playe)
Biological: Izolda Pavlova (Currently played)

Residence: London, The United Kingdom of Great Britain & Northern Ireland

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?
Nope (Planned to be apped for Hogwarts term 48 - 49)

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Hermes St. Oswald, Thomas Ellwood-Luxe, Newt Fortescue, Maximilian Morgenstern, Camila-Valentina Hervás

Biography: (100 words minimum.)
Zander Ivanovich Kota was born on the First of May 1933; the youngest of the twins born to Ivan and Izolda Pavlova. He was instantly clutched from his young mother; who was fifteen at the time of his and his sister’s birth, they were shipped straight from the hospital, forced from her by her mother and were placed in an orphanage, up for adoption. He was more or less adopted straight away, by a lovely Indian couple who had recently been married, Bikram & Jayanti Kota originally from Bombay (Mumbai), India. Both of British citizenship, Bikram was relocated to India as an auror, and so Zander and his parents moved across to the world where he was spend most of his childhood.

Several months following his second birthday, Jayanti discovered that she was pregnant, meaning Zander was going to become a big brother; a responsibility that he was looking forward too. When she gave birth just after his third birthday, he was overjoyed that he now had a baby brother, who they named Jaya. Together the brothers grew up, playing ball when Jaya was able to toddle, Zander would race him on the green, they would go on hikes with their parents; they would often play with the other children. Zander always looking out for his baby brother Jaya. They lived between the two cities of Bombay and Calcutta, whenever not in one, always being in the other.

In 1943, the family was once more relocated, this time to Moscow, Russia; where Bikram was allocated to teaching new aurors for the Russian Ministry of Magic.It was around this time that he celebrated his ten birthday, when his parents told him that he was in fact adopted; him having read several signs that he did not quite fit in. Not that he wasn’t loved, that there was a skin tone different for example. He never saw that this changed things, he was still their son and Jaya was still his brother. Upon turning ten, he received a letter stating that he had been accepted into Koldovstoretz Magical Academy, his wizarding abilities was now known to him also.

Three years later, Bikram was recalled and the family moved back to Great Britain; this was the closest he would ever come to his biological family, not that he knew of course. Arrangements for him to attend Hogwarts is under negotiation within the family. 

Reply as your character to the following:

Godric Park.

Overhead, the sky was a crisp blue, for once clear of the ever-pervasive spongy clouds and rain. The sun was a lemony-yellow presence, high in the Eastern sky, and in front of it zipped three broomsticks in a straight line, or something very like one. One... two..... three... the boys passed, their shouts of excitement echoing as they chased the snitch, a tiny shimmer reflecting the sunlight.

Far below was another, much smaller broomstick.

It trugged along the ground, hugging close to it like a sluggish choo choo train and occasionally shuttering in protest. This was because said stick was currently being occupied by a very small girl who was tugging upward on the front of it with all her might, trying to coax it into doing what it had been expressly designed NOT to do.

"John, I said wait up!" The tiny girl squealed, giving the broomstick another tug.

Begrudgingly, it drifted upward a foot, and then sank, depositing the troublesome girl safely on the ground. Janey Hurst was not pleased. In a huff, she hopped off the toy safety broom, grabbing it firmly and thrusting it handle first into the turf.

Her brother was such a beast. He NEVER let her play! She folded her arms, seething blue eyes fixing on another figure nearby.  "You!" She barked, much more sharply than she meant to.

"...Do you want to play?"

Roleplay Response:
That morning had been perfectly relaxing; the sky was sheer blue, the clouds perfect white, no tinted grey, no signs of rain. He had had enough sitting in the rather nice home that he lived in, he had asked his mother of her permission to head to the park; with her consent, he had trundled down the path, his notebook in hand as he headed for the park named Godric. He was somewhat happy that Jaya had gone with their father that morning; not that he disliked his baby brother, it was that he needed his own time now and then. Now had been one of those moments.
He had found a small stump within the park, where a once vibrant, large, old tree had stood, until the storm had crushed its spine and it had toppled over. Notably, it had hit nobody which was remarkable, as an old lady had been passing walking her dog when it had fallen. Sitting on said stump, his sketch pad open in his lap, he smiled as his graphite pencil glided over his page; looking up now and then to take in the bright, blossoming pink flower. Nature was calming, everything was true, there was no falsehoods, no personalities to deal with, outside it was just him and reality. He enjoyed this fact very much.

"You!"..."...Do you want to play?"

His fingers curled around his pencil, lifting it from the page as he heard the screeching tone of a little girl. Her face said it all, and Zander was soon praying that he had not been there at that moment. Looking over his shoulder only confirmed the fact that she was shouting at him. He let out a sigh as he shook his head, uncrossing his legs as he stood up. He couldn’t leave her on her own, what if someone more mean or nasty came by.

“What do you want to play?” He asked calmly, his sketchbook tucked under his arm, pencil resting behind his ear, he sighed; what was he doing?

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