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CHARACTER INFORMATIONCharacter Name:Vanya Borovsky
Gender:Female
Age:10
Bloodline:Pureblood
Parents/Guardians (Are they currently played characters?): Viktoria Borovsky, Mother (Will Be Returning)
Nathaniel Forrester, Deceased.
Residence:Residential London
Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the daycare)?No
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason? No
Please list any other characters you already have at the site:N/A
Biography: (100 words minimum.)Vanya Borovsky has spent her childhood surrounded by the mystique of magic, though her early years were bittersweet. Her mother, Viktoria, was a former Slytherin known for her sweet temperament and family name. Viktoria lost Vanya's father, Nathaniel, in a mysterious duel just before learning she was pregnant. Though she never met her father, she feels connected to him through the stories her mother shared and the few magical trinkets that remained from his life. Despite her loss, Vanya's enthusiasm for her future at Hogwarts is boundless. She often dreams about the Sorting Hat’s decision and wonders if she’ll follow in her mother’s footsteps into Slytherin or find her own path.
Growing up in a magical household, Vanya had shown signs of early magical ability. Her mother nurtured these abilities, all while preparing her for the complexities of the magical world. Vanya loves reading about magical creatures and spells, often spending hours poring over her mother’s old textbooks, especially enjoying books about potions and magical history. Vanya has a mischievous streak, but her heart is kind. She is fiercely determined and unafraid to speak her mind, a trait her mother both admires and gently warns her about. Vanya knows Hogwarts holds the key to her destiny, and she can’t wait to take the first step into its enchanted halls.
Roleplay: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:Vanya did not want to play. Having witnessed the exchange between the other children at Godric's, it had only amplified her decision to delve further into the textbook that was cradled in her lap. Fingers lightly playing with the dog-eared corner of the page before running over the smeared ink in the adjacent corner. A stark reminder of a man she would never meet. Her father.
Eyes having flickered upwards, focused on the young girl, she slowly began to shake her head. Discouraging her from asking again. "
No thank you." she murmured, out of earshot before her eyes drifted back down to the text. Playing sounded exactly like something she didn't want to do. Not today. Today was reserved for some reading and basking the sunshine.
With her free hand she extracted an apple from her bag. Rubbing its flesh against her shirt before settling back against the trunk of the tree she called her home for the day. A solid bite being taken before flipping the page once more and continuing to read.
OTHERHow did you find us?
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